The fifteenth day of the first month, the first day of the new year.

The custom of Chen Guo, on the night of the New Year's Eve, every household goes out to put on the lanterns, admire the moon, guess the lantern riddles, eat the Lantern Festival, and celebrate the reunion.

On this day, the young men and women of each family dressed themselves up in a new look, put on their best clothes, and went out into the streets, where the men looked at the women and the women looked at the lovers.

On the streets, there will be shoulder to shoulder, and it will be overcrowded.

But now, it is early in the morning, and the pedestrians on the street are only three or three, not lively at all.

But it is precisely because of this lack of excitement that Zhen Pu looks so weird and abrupt.

One of his hands, gone!

The pedestrians on the street looked at him with strange eyes, and those who did not know him were naturally curious about how he had lost a hand, and as for the one or two people who recognized him, they saw him, but they avoided him as if they had met a plague god, and in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

Now that the little emperor is covering the sky with one hand and his prestige is flourishing, who else dares to say a word to this little Rongguo Gong who was robbed.

No one dared to come up and talk, Zhen Pu walked to the bamboo forest alone.

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In front of the secluded bamboo forest, there stood a monk in sloppy clothes.

He is young, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, and if he grows his hair, he will definitely be a handsome boy who has fascinated countless little girls.

Zhen Pu didn't recognize him, but he looked at himself fixedly.

"This son, but you want to go to the bamboo house in the bamboo forest?"

The sloppy monk accosted him.

This was the first person he accosted him after he came out of the house today.

Zhen Pu said: "Exactly, I don't know what the Zen master is called, what is the matter with me?"

Zhen Pu covered his severed hand, looking a little strange, but the monk didn't care why his hand was broken, he saw Zhen Pu walking along the path in the bamboo forest, so he also picked up his branch Zen staff and followed in.

"The little monk is round, and he came here to ferry people to the other side. ”

This monk is the round monk, he followed behind Zhen Pu, his face expressionless.

When Zhen Pu heard this, his brows tightened.

He said: "Is the round Zen master here to cross me? I have a promise, and I have made up my mind to die, and I don't bother the Zen master!"

The round monk shook his head.

"Childe is too worried, others say, 'Put down the butcher's knife, stand on the ground and become a Buddha', but the little monk doesn't think so, good people have to do ascetic asceticism to become a Buddha, the bad guy kills countless people, ** captivity, one day I feel tired, don't kill, you can die in bliss, it's not too cheap for them, where is this'Buddhism', this is obviously a bad law. ”

The round monk took a bamboo leaf, held it in his hand, and said, "Therefore, the person the little monk wants to cross is not a wicked person like Zhen Gongzi! ”

When Zhen Pu heard this, he didn't feel displeased, and he didn't ask him who he was going to cross, he just walked forward, and the round monk was just silent and followed him.

Before they knew it, the two of them had arrived in front of Doctor Wu's bamboo forest cottage.

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In the hospital, Dr. Wu was wearing a thick coat and leaning in front of the door, looking forward to it.

The little doctor boy Cinnamon was supporting the master on the side, and his eyes were full of worry.

He was afraid that if Zhen Pu didn't come as promised, his master would be in a hurry.

Master had already used the black gold needle last night, and the person suddenly became old and weak, and if he was stimulated by anything, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive this winter.

Cinnamon is not afraid that he will not be able to become a teacher, he just doesn't want his master to die like this, he has saved many people in his life, God should give him a good ending.

Cinnamon stood on tiptoe and watched from afar.

His eyes were much clearer and farther than those of Divine Doctor Wu's old and dizzy eyes.

"Master, he's here!"

Cinnamon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That man, after all, did not break his promise and came according to the promise.

Doctor Wu also saw him, but he didn't go out of the house, but leaned against the wall and walked back into the house.

He didn't want to see him again, to see this enemy again.

"Cinnamon, let him kneel in front of your senior sister Qingdai's grave, and then give him that bowl of poisonous wine!"

Divine Doctor Wu aged nearly ten years old overnight, and when he spoke, he was already weak.

"Yes, Master!"

Cinnamon knew that he couldn't let the master worry about it, so he hurriedly took the bowl of poisoned wine and went out of the house.

He knew that he was going to "kill", but he was not afraid at all, because what he wanted to "kill" was the villain who killed his senior sister.

So, he's not afraid.

Zhen Pu pushed open the bamboo door and entered the courtyard.

Cinnamon held a bowl of poisonous wine and waited for a long time.

When he saw a monk behind him, he frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "Do you still want to find someone to give you a surplus?"

But this sentence was not spoken, he just said coldly: "Master told you to kneel down in front of Senior Sister's grave, and then drank this bowl of poisonous wine, as for what happened to you, Master will also arrange it." ”

Zhen Pu was silent, and neither was the round monk.

Zhen Puzi took the bowl of poisonous wine and went to kneel in front of Miss Qingdai's grave.

The round monk also squinted and stood to the side to see him kneeling.

He was like the round monk on the golden-scaled ladder, and he seemed to have become another person.

It's an ethereal state.

Difficult to fathom, difficult to measure.

It is as deep and mysterious as a Buddha that no one has ever seen.

But Cinnamon only stared at Zhen Pu, Zhen Pu's attention was only on the bowl of poisonous wine, and neither of them noticed the slightest strangeness in the round monk.

Zhen Pu's right hand held the bowl of poisonous wine that could kill him, and he didn't tremble for a minute.

He tilted his head, opened his mouth, and drank it all.

The liquor is in the throat, it is hot and spicy, and it is a good bowl of wine.

But then, the wine began to break people's liver and intestines.

This wine is the most vicious, others drink it, they will suffer from the destruction of the liver and intestines, and they will suffer all kinds of torture, which is even more miserable than Ling Chi's execution, and the death is terrifying, which is a rare poison in the world.

"Ahh

Zhen Pu had cramping pain in his abdomen, and he could no longer kneel up, so he fell to the ground and rolled.

His face was hideous, and his body had been arched into a prawn.

Doctor Wu sat on the bamboo chair in the house, behind his ears, but he could still hear Zhen Pu's wail outside the house.

He is a miracle doctor who has saved countless people, but he didn't expect that today he would become an "old poison" who kills people and vicious.

But he didn't turn back.

If the wicked do not deserve retribution, then in this world, everyone will be wicked, and who will be a good man?

And now, this wicked man, wailing hoarsely at his granddaughter's grave, is receiving the punishment he deserves.

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the way of heaven is good reincarnation.

This is retribution.

The mud was cut out by the painful Zhen Pu, he gritted his teeth, sobbing sideways, his eyes staring at the tombstone in a daze because of pain.

The cold plum tree next to the tombstone was blown by a cold wind, and a plum blossom was blown off.

The plum blossoms with white and pink in the middle flutter in the wind, dancing gracefully, whirling in front of the tombstone.

In the end, the plum blossom fell on the top of Zhen Pu's head.

And Zhen Pu finally stopped wailing, closed his eyes, and stopped struggling.

He, at last, died.

"Amitabha!"

The round monk looked at the dead Zhen Pu, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he smiled with flowers.

He is him, and he is not him!

It's hard to fathom, it's hard to measure, it's ethereal.

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