win the hairpin

Chapter 241
"For many lifetimes and kalpas, all kinds of evil karma created by sentient beings are higher than Mount Sumeru. The Buddha's salvation is only in the subtleties."

Facing Song Huiyue and Yin Xiao, the master didn't write a long story, but just said casually, whether he believed it or not, it was all up to Song Huiyue himself.

When he looked at Song Huiyue, he knew that she was not someone with ulterior motives, but her life was long and full of suffering, and she still needed to realize it by herself.

Seeing that the master was not in danger, Yin Xiao walked to the door and continued to listen to the movement outside.

Song Huiyue saw that the master was looking at her all the time, so she asked, "Master, do you know how to meet each other?"

The master nodded, and said to Song Huiyue: "Shi Chongyue has a Buddha's verse, the little lady can go and understand it, 'The world is full of stones and gold, but the wind is high and the moon is cold outside the world. To know that there is no difference, you must be yourself. Ken. The charcoal of the wok soup stove is thrown across the body, and the sword tree and the sword are walking on the mountain."

Song Huiyue felt a heavy pain in her heart when she heard it.

The wok soup furnace charcoal, the sword tree and the mountain of knives are all the sufferings of hell. Even if she can get in and walk on her own feet, she has to endure a lot of pain to be free.

Since she was a child, she has always wanted to be a little rich and peaceful little lady, but now, when she thinks back to the past, the efforts she made for this small goal are meaningless, all in vain, and even seem absurd ridiculous.

Especially after encountering Zhang Xutang, all her revenge was like a farce, which could not kill Zhang Xutang, but also pushed herself further and further away.

Her father said that power and wealth are a piece of rotten flesh, but she finally attached herself to it.

Maybe life is suffering, it is really destined, and no one is allowed to have other choices, every step seems to be pushing her forward by fate.

She raised her head, twisted her thick eyebrows, and said to the master, "Master, please look at him again."

"Yin Xiao." She told Yin Xiao to turn around.

The master looked at Yin Xiao who was guarding the gate. Although Yin Xiao was not holding a long gun at this time, he was standing like a gun with a fierce expression, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his two phoenix eyes were staring in black and white. Clearly understand the posture of all ghosts and monsters in the darkness.

Hearing Song Huiyue's voice, he immediately turned his head, turned around and walked over, every step was accompanied by the sound of the wind, and he walked resonantly and forcefully.

The master turned a blind eye to Yin Xiao's sharpness, and looked at Yin Xiao carefully.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Shi Chongyue still has another verse, 'A great argument is as insensitive as a great ingenuity as clumsy. Taiqing points the clouds, a thousand rivers merge with the moon', the little benefactor, also comprehend by himself."

Yin Xiao had no interest in Buddha's gatha, but just liked the phrase "a thousand rivers merge with the moon", silently remembered it in his heart, and went to guard the gate again.

At this time, the Daxiangguo Temple has already started to make noises. The daring thieves who killed people and smashed houses in the Zhang family entered the Daxiangguo Temple. They even alarmed the head of the Daxiangguo Temple and asked to search one by one.

Zhang Xuzhang was looking for someone so shocking, Li Changfeng led the imperial army to search carefully in secret, and did not object to his fanfare.

One light and one dark can force the enemy out of hiding.

In the dark Daxiangguo Temple, lights were suddenly lit, and one monk's room was lit up, illuminating the eaves, corridors, and vegetation, but the Buddhist hall was still dark, like a radiant bird. The beast gave birth to several deep and big black eyes out of thin air.

All the people shuttling inside this big beast, no matter they were monks, outlaws, forbidden soldiers, or the Zhang family, were all under the watchful eyes of these black eyes and had nowhere to hide.

Monks came out in a file, people came and went, checked this and that, there was a lot of noise, but Zhang Xuzhang stood where he was, like a lone star, shining out of place in this busy scene.

He was thinking carefully about what happened tonight.

Every step is correct, but just like the countless times before, as long as you get in touch with Song Huiyue, the result will be unpredictable.

Not only was the result bad, but he was also injured. The wound on his neck and the pain in his crotch swept him together, making his body tense. He had to divide his breath several times and send it out slowly to relieve it.

After breathing like this several times, he looked down at the blood stains on his body.

The blood stains were shocking. He had no intention of looking at them, so he could only wander around looking at the lights. At the same time, he thought in his heart: "Although there are some gaps with the previous plan, this is better. Let her see it with her own eyes. For the benefit, for the sake of that picture. The supreme chair, one can throw away everything."

After thinking about it, he got some comfort in his heart, and stopped Lao Wei: "Let them look here, and you carry me to the back."

Lao Wei carried him on his back, walked back from the lights, walked straight past the retreated inner room where Zhang Xutang once lived, entered the garden, passed the garden, walked out of the wooden gate, and left the Daxiangguo Temple, which is across the street. The place is a semi-old house bought by Zhang Xutang.

Walking into the garden, Zhang Xutang suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

A melon shed was set up in the garden, with two benches and a door panel inside, and a simple bed was made. A young monk lay on the bed, guarding the melon shed.

The young monk was not very old, he seemed to be only about ten years old, he had a tiger head and a tiger brain, and he slept with a careless appearance. The old quilt covering his body fell to the ground, and he didn't know it. He raised his hands above his head and slept fiercely.

Zhang Xutang's eyes swept over the little monk's face, all the way to between his legs, and then he asked Lao Wei to bring this little thing that hadn't started to grow.

Lao Wei put down Zhang Xutang, took off his outer shirt, bound the hands and feet of the sleeping monk tightly, tore off a piece of sleeve to stuff his mouth, and carried the weightless little fellow with one hand, Supporting Zhang Xutang, he took the key to the garden, opened the door and left.

An imperial guard was searching here, seeing the old guard taking the young monk away, he frowned, but did not step forward.

His task is to catch the thief who broke into the Prime Minister's Mansion. If there is a young novice in Daxiangguo Temple, he will report it to the magistrate's yamen.

The prefect's yamen will also send people to look for it, and the whereabouts of the young monk is a matter for the prefect's yamen.

So he continued to do his own thing and stopped looking at Zhang Xutang's whereabouts.

The little monk woke up from the bumps and began to struggle, but the old Wei was made of stone, and he couldn't shake him a bit. He watched the door of the haunted house across the garden opened, and then he was also taken in. hell.

He stared wide-eyed in fear, watching the door close, and suddenly felt that once the door was closed, he would no longer be a person in the world, and people in the world would never see him again.

So he struggled again with all his strength, and slapped the carp on Lao Wei's shoulders. Finally, he stood up and knocked himself to the ground.

The ground was covered with bluestone slabs, and his bones hurt from the impact, and his hands and feet were still tied together. His legs stood up like piles, and he ran out hopping.

After jumping twice, he got kicked and fell directly from the yard into the house.

The house exudes a disgusting smell, as if the house has been soaked in water for a long time, damp and rotting.

A lamp was lit, and the person who lit the lamp was standing in front of him, tall and big, but his expression was weird, his face was flimsy, as if waxed, he couldn't express emotions, his eyes were empty, and he was completely "nothing". ", making people scared.

The little monk didn't dare to look again, his eyes flicked to other places, this time, he saw a row of children, all of them were the same "nothing".

(End of this chapter)