Qi Meng and the others saw that the master was crazy, and they also called out repeatedly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The red sleeves were lifted off the ground, but their eyes were resolute, "I'm going to say." If there is a choice, Sister Lin Qing will not be your daughter, if there is an afterlife, Sister Lin Qing will definitely not be your daughter, you stinky old man, dead old man. ”

"Ah~~~" Lin Zhengzhong's brain was confused, for a while he remembered Lin Qing's delicate and lovely appearance when he was a child, for a while he remembered her bloody and pale face, and then thought of the Lin family boxing house that he created single-handedly, and thought that his heart was traumatized, and it would be impossible to dominate the rivers and lakes in the future.

Xiyun yelled, "Don't." The figure immediately snatched out, but how could he have time, jumped up, and hugged the red sleeves in the air.

The red cuffs sprayed blood, the waist and limbs were broken, the meridians were broken, and the breath was gone, but the eyes were still wide open, and he was angry, as if he was still accusing Lin Zhengzhong of being ruthless as a father.

Everyone was stunned by this bleak scene, Zhang Fenhua and Zhu Lizhen covered their mouths and exclaimed, full of disbelief.

And Lin Zhengzhong reflexively ran, and actually pounced on the flower flute holding Lin Qing again, shouting loudly: "All die, all die, you whore thief also die!" A punch slammed out, smashing the head of the flower flute.

Huadi struggled to hug Lin Qing, at this time his whole body was weak, and he couldn't move at all, but he had no intention of dodging, seeing him rushing over, he laughed twice, and looked at Lin Qing's face with his head down, putting life and death aside, and whispered: "Qing'er, I'll accompany you." ”

The flute waited to die, but the pressure in front of him suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't help but raise his head, but saw Lin Zhengzhong two feet in front of him, and an inch of purple bamboo came out of his heart, and blood droplets hung on the tip of the bamboo.

It turned out that Xiyun saw that the situation was not good, so he threw the purple bamboo up, slapped it on the big end of the head, and the purple bamboo pierced into Lin Zhengzhong's heart like a strong crossbow.

Lin Zhengzhong grunted and vomited blood, looked down at the tip of the bamboo, and said in a daze: "I, too...... too" His eyes turned to the flower flute, and he reached out to grab it unwillingly, "...... You die, you die. As soon as his body leaned down, he fell down, leaning on Lin Qing's body, and pressed the flower flute to lie down.

"Master!" Qi Meng and the others shouted in succession, and they all ran over, kneeling on the ground and crying.

This kind of scene can be described as tragic, blood stained red patches of grass, down with the sun, the whole valley became strange and gloomy, Zhu Lizhen hugged herself tightly with both hands, and whispered: "Senior sister, let's go." ”

Zhou Yixin sighed, "Let's go." ”

Black Tiger and the others didn't expect that what was originally just a duel between Huadi and Lin Zhengzhong would evolve into such an ending, thinking that the person Lin Qing was talking about might be Scar Tiger, they were even more speechless, and left softly.

Xiyun hugged the cold body of the red sleeves, his expression was sad, his eyes were uncertain, and after half a sound, he let out a long sigh and said softly: "Red sleeves, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you here." Seeing that her round eyes gradually darkened, and even the last of her anger disappeared, he gently wiped it and closed her eyes.

Qi Meng and the others cried for a while, and they all came back to their senses, looking at each other, not knowing what to do. The master died and was killed by the little monk, but the poignant situation of the master who went crazy and went crazy after killing his daughter by mistake is still chilling when he thinks of it, and the master's situation was not good before, or the flute took the initiative to give up resistance and was punched, so that the master breathed a sigh of relief, this account is confused, how to calculate it.

The valley was silent, the flute cried dry tears, and because of deep internal injuries, she hugged Lin Qing and fainted.

Xiyun was in a sad mood, but he never shed half a tear, he was in a daze, he only felt that life was so fragile, and a person would die if he said he would die.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Qi Meng discussed it with several juniors and disciples, and decided to take the remains of Master and Miss Lin Qing back immediately, and put aside the matter of revenge for the time being.

Qi Meng asked a junior brother to carry the master and hug Lin Qing by himself.

The flute felt something strange in her arms and immediately woke up.

Qi Meng sighed slightly, "Hua Di, I'll take her back for burial." ”

Hua Di looked at Qi Meng coldly, his expression was gloomy, and his tone was poignant, "She is my wife, she will be with me." Go away, or I'll kill you. ”

Qi Meng was furious, but he forced himself to take a breath and slowed down his tone, "She is my master's daughter." ”

Hua Di said indifferently: "Your master doesn't want her anymore, she is only my wife now." ”

Qi Meng was speechless, glanced at several junior disciples, and sighed, "It's okay." He turned to Xiyun and said: "Little monk, my master has a brother who worships the son, and he is the third leader of the Iron Fist Gang, so be careful yourself." ”

Xiyun found a sharp stone and was digging among the milk vetch flowers, since Red Sleeves liked it, he should stay here. Hearing Qi Meng's voice, he nodded and said, "Okay, you let him find me." ”

Qi Meng sighed in his heart, this little monk is unfathomable, and people can't see through it. He took one last look at Lin Qing's remains, and said, "Huadi, you can bury Miss Qing here, she likes flowers and plants." "That's it.

The heaven and earth were silent, the valley was secluded, and it was not until the moon was in the middle of the sky that the flower flute buried Lin Qing, whose body had become stiff, into the soil. There were no tears in the parched eyes, no cry in the hoarse throat, a man died under the dirt, and a heart died above the dirt.

The flower flute used a knife to engrave words on a piece of wood, writing "The Tomb of His Beloved Wife Lin Qing", and inserted it into the soil after carving, looking at it in a daze, as if he saw Lin Qing's voice and smile again, and a gentle smile appeared on his mouth.

Xiyun learned the flute and carved a tombstone for Red Sleeves, which was written "The Tomb of Friend Red Sleeves".

The flute glared at Xiyun and made a hoarse voice, "Red Sleeves is dead, aren't you sad at all?"

Xiyun's expression had returned to his usual calmness, and he said, "I was sad at the beginning, and I was very angry, but now that I am not angry, I may still be a little sad." ”

Huadi snorted lowly, and scolded the little monk in his heart for being ruthless and unjust, although they had known each other for a short time, but how good the red sleeves were to him.

Xiyun looked up at the bright moon and continued: "Master used to tell me: 'When you know life and death and nirvana, there is no rise and no extinction, no coming and going, and those who are witnessed, there is no gain or loss, no take-giving and no giving up. I didn't know anything about it then, but now I understand it. ”

Hua Di hated it bitterly, if he continued to be a thief, if he didn't run into Lin Qing, if he didn't fall in love with Lin Qing, if Lin Qing wasn't Lin Zhengzhong's daughter, if Lin Qing hadn't come here, if Lin Zhengzhong hadn't gone crazy......

Xiyun turned his head to look at the flower flute at this time and smiled faintly, "You don't understand, do you?" ”

Huadi didn't want to pay attention to him, and said coldly: "If you understand, you won't be sad, right? I'd rather not understand." ”

Xiyun said, "Do you know reincarnation? My master said, 'All sentient beings have no beginning, and they have all kinds of love and greed, and they are inherently reincarnated. I think since Red Sleeves likes it here, she likes milk vetch, maybe she will become a milk vetch next spring, and she will be liked by many people, and she doesn't have to be sold into the Qinglou anymore, and she doesn't have to be looked down upon by people like Qi Meng. ”

Hua Di suddenly felt that he might have misunderstood the monk, at least he knew Red Sleeves better than he did. His spirit shook slightly, and said, "Is there really reincarnation? In this case, Lin Qing will also be reincarnated, can I still meet her again?"

Xiyun said: "Fate is not over, the cycle of cause and effect will naturally be encountered." ”

"Then my fate with her ......"

Xiyun shook his head, "I don't know about this, but even if you meet again in the next reincarnation, you don't know that you have ever loved each other." ”

"Meng Po soup?" Hua Di heard that people have to report to the underworld after they die, there is a Nai He bridge in the underworld, and there is a Meng Po at the bridge, she will give people a bowl of soup, and forget everything in the previous life when she drinks it. He didn't believe it before, but now he excitedly said, "I won't drink it." ”

Xiyun sighed lightly and smiled helplessly, "That may not be due to us, my master said that only those who have cultivated great wisdom and supernatural powers can see through reincarnation and cut off cause and effect." ”

When Hua Di heard this, his thoughts were churning, his heart was swaying, his face was red and white, and after half a sound, he suddenly said: "Xiyun, can I become a monk?

If Zhang Fenhua and other women saw it, they would definitely be able to understand his thoughts and be moved by his affection. Xiyun just nodded lightly, "Of course you can, all living beings have Buddha nature, a pig and a dog can become a Buddha, of course you can too." ”

Huadi didn't know whether Xiyun was intentional or unintentional, but compared pigs and dogs with herself, but said: "No, I don't want to become a Buddha, I just need to see through reincarnation, find her in the next life, and take care of her for a lifetime." ”

"That's up to you. Xiyun said lightly.

"Then what should I do? Monk, you take me as an apprentice?"

Xiyun shook his head and said, "I can't." I can take you back to the mountain, and then you can worship my master as a teacher. ”

"Good, good. When are you going back to the mountain?"

"You should take care of your injuries first, the mountain is very high, and it will take a long time to climb. ”

"Good, good. ”

The flute has troubles, and so does the stream. Today is not only the Red Sleeves who died in his arms, but also the first time he opened the killing ring and killed Lin Zhengzhong, the meaning of life is no longer the same for him, but what is the difference, and it is unclear.

The night was long, and the flute fell asleep after healing its wounds.

Xiyun sat alone on the red-sleeved grave, looking at the blue night sky, looking at the bright moon, his thoughts drifted in the clouds and fog, and he seemed to understand a lot and see through a lot in a trance. As soon as he opened his eyes, all his comprehensions dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and he was dazed for a while, and muttered, "It turned out to be a dream?...... Oh, it turned out to be a dream. ”

The former sentence was dazed, the latter sentence was relieved, a smile appeared on the corner of Xiyun's mouth, and his eyes became clearer and deeper. At this time, the sun was rising, and the soft sunlight sprinkled on his face, which was rich and jade, and he had a unique atmosphere of freedom and joy.

The black tiger galloped on a horse, and when he saw the little monk in the light at the mouth of the valley, he couldn't help but be shocked, and immediately reined in his horse and went to the ground, stunned for a while, and bowed respectfully to the little monk, and said: "Little master, ......" Before he finished his words, he saw the flower flute sitting up from the long grass, and couldn't help but be stunned, "You, you are the flower flute?"