messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 42 The Monster Holding the Sakura Umbrella

When they met Chu, Yingzi told Chu about the old monk's practice. As for what kind of practice, Yingzi didn't ask, and didn't know.

Under the eaves in front of the hall, there was still a white doll that the old monk had hung up earlier. It was a doll with a smiling face painted on it, and it was said to be used to pray for a sunny day.

The wind blew, and the white doll shook for a while.

Chu Chu walked through the hall, stopped, looked into the empty Buddhist hall, and frowned slightly.

She faintly felt something, a little uneasy.

On the second day and the third day after that, the old monk never came back, and the first feeling became stronger. She seemed to have a special intuition about the existence of life.

At noon on the third day, Chu stood under the cherry blossom tree holding a deteriorated knife, closed his eyes, and stood silently as if in trance.Recently, she has been feeling a little anxious, and she wants to calm herself down.

Yingzi was sitting in front of the house making tea, and her tea making skills have gotten better and better over the years.

The teapot was rising with white mist, Yingzi was also a little absent-minded, and it was not that the old monk had not gone out to practice, but it was the first time that there was no news like this.

"Bang bang bang bang."

There was a rapid knock on the door of Qingxin Temple.

She didn't move at first, but her aura became more and more unstable.

Sakura sighed, stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

There is a woodcutter standing outside the door. There is only one woodcutter in Shanju Village. He always cuts firewood in the mountains and sells it in the village. However, the firewood in Qingxin Temple is usually freshly cut, so there is no need to buy firewood.

"Uncle Qiao, we don't buy firewood." Yingzi thought that the other party was coming to sell firewood again, so she spoke first.

"What firewood?"

The woodcutter, whom Yingzi called Uncle Qiao, turned pale, panted, and said anxiously.

"I'm not here to buy firewood this time. Come and take a look with me. I met Abbot Qingxin in Yingshan. Something happened to him."

The woodcutter's voice fell.

The original blade was suddenly unsheathed, and under the cherry blossom tree, the sword light flashed.

The woodcutter standing at the door only felt a bright light flash in front of his eyes.

Then the petals flying all over the sky stopped in mid-air in an instant, as if time had stagnated.

Several sword lights remained in midair, like a frozen image.

"call!"

The sword light in midair shattered.

The restless airflow appeared in the next moment, raging around in the courtyard, colliding with each other irregularly.

But the petals that had been frozen suddenly flew away.

Flying endlessly under the scrolling of the messy airflow.

In the gust of wind blowing on the face, a figure stood still, and each petal had been cut in half.

The wind dissipated, and the broken petals scattered all over the ground.

Under the cherry blossom tree, she put away the knife at the beginning, as if nothing had happened, but she couldn't hide the agitation that was still on her body.

The woodcutter stood there in a daze, not realizing what he saw.

Yingzi had already run past him, heading towards Yinghua Mountain.

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Under the leadership of the woodcutter, Yingzi and Chu found the old monk.

In the fallen cherry blossoms all over the ground, he sat there, the wound on his chest was shocking, but the expression on his face was very calm.

His Zen staff was placed beside him, and a rusty long knife was thrown aside.

The bloodstains on the ground were almost dry, and between the bloodstains, a straw fell in front of the old monk, trembling in the wind without being caught in the semi-coagulated blood.

When seeing this straw, Sakurako's pupils contracted tightly.

There can't be straw in Yinghua Mountain, it can only be left by the person who killed the old monk.

Yingzi remembers this straw, which was also left behind by her parents back then.

"I already looked like this when I saw Abbot Qingxin." The woodcutter at the side didn't dare to look at the old monk's body, so he moved his eyes aside and said.

"I don't know who did it, but I have seen a stranger in the village these days."

The stranger had helped him hold the firewood, so he was very impressed.

"He's wearing a tattered bamboo hat, a khaki color, and a very baggy dress with his chest exposed. He looks like a samurai with a knife..."

"I see······"

Yingzi interrupted the woodcutter and replied aloud, she lowered her head, no one could see her expression clearly.

That day, Chuhe Yingzi put away the old monk's body.

They buried him near the village, which is also the place where the old monk told him that the former abbot of Qingxin Temple was also buried here.

When leaving, Yingzi took away the rusty knife beside the old monk.

After returning to the temple, Sakurako went to the Zen room.

Three days ago, the old monk said that he had left her a gift in the meditation room and asked her to pick it up in three days, and it happened to be three days now.

Yingzi found the gift of the old monk in the Zen room, the Zen character that was laid flat on the ground.

In the meditation room, Yingzi sat all night.She knelt in front of the Zen character, her face expressionless, with the rusty knife lying across her knee.

Chu has been standing at the door of the meditation room, waiting for Yingzi to come out.

There was no sound in the room, nor outside the room.

Until the sky was slightly bright, Yingzi pushed open the door, and she raised her head to look at Xiang Chu.

At this time, she has a completely different look from her before.

"Chu." Yingzi hung the rusty knife on her waist: "Help me find that person."

As she said that, Yingzi came out of the Zen room, and the sunlight passed through her side, illuminating the Zen characters on the floor of the Zen room behind her.

Yingzi didn't look back, she walked away holding the knife and said.

"I want, kill him."

The old monk left Yingzi with the Zen word, and he hoped that Yingzi could put it down, but unfortunately, Yingzi picked up the rusty knife.

She didn't choose to let go, she chose to pick up the karma.

Obviously, she didn't want to take revenge at first, obviously, she had made the same wish for five years, obviously, she just wanted to live a normal life with the people around her.

Why, Yingzi didn't understand, so she was going to ask clearly, using the knife in her hand.

On the day when Chuhe Yingzi left Shanju Village, it was raining lightly. The sunny doll made by the old monk was useless, and the rain that should have rained would still fall.

Yingzi walked in front holding a rusty knife, and Chu followed behind her, holding an umbrella with cherry blossoms in her hand.

The raindrops hit the umbrella, splashing one after another, and the water droplets fell from the edge of the umbrella, blurring the faces of the people under the umbrella.

Under the umbrella, the two walked out of the village.

On that day, the cherry blossoms withered, and on that day, a monster holding a cherry umbrella walked into the world.

(End of this chapter)