Rebirth and madness, I am no longer the mistress of this high-class family!

Chapter 13 I will send you to see Tathagata right now
  The wooden door was kicked open, revealing the scene inside the house.

In the dilapidated temple, an old monk with a stooped back and a string of dirty beads hanging around his neck had half untied his belt. His black fingernails covered with dirt were pointed at the very thin boy in front of him.

The boy's black hair was a mess, almost as chaotic as a chicken coop, but he was wearing a thin, tattered linen clothes on a cold day, and his exposed hands and feet were covered with scars.

He held a sharp stone tightly in his hand, so hard that his fingertips turned white. The sharp corners of the stone had pierced his skin and soaked out blood. His whole body was like a bow stretched to its limit, extremely tight.

It was almost obvious what the monk was going to do to the boy.

He was stunned when he noticed that a girl in a red skirt with a veil and a little cinnabar mole on her forehead had suddenly arrived.

"you."

Shen Yuan interrupted him, not giving him a chance to continue speaking, and looked at the two guards brought beside him.

"Catch him and tie him up."

The guard took the order and quickly stepped forward to control the monk. Shen Yuan took off his red-billed bird embroidered gold-patterned cloak and approached the young man who was watching her warily.

"Your name is Cui Shao, right? I saw the notice that you sold yourself to bury your mother, but does it still count?"

Shen Yuan had no intention of putting on the cloak for him, but just threw the cloak to him.

"If it still counts, I will help you solve it here."

As the girl spoke, her watery eyes exposed outside the veil looked coldly at the old monk who was still asking for favors, with murderous intent evident in her eyes.

Cui Shao looked at the wind-proof cloak that was thrown in front of him, and then at the particularly noble clothes that Shen Yuan was wearing. He hesitated for a long time, and finally reached out to hold the cloak, but did not put it on.

Shen Yuan saw what he meant, nodded with satisfaction, and looked away from him.

The ruined temple was in a mess, with a lot of dust on the ground and some moldy straw.

Shen Yuan was not too sure about the old monk's intention to harm Cui Shao at first, until she saw from the corner of her eye the bodies of several children lying on the ground, covered with straw, almost naked, but no longer alive. The knuckles of his fingers cracked, confirming this.

There is also a tilted Buddha statue in the temple, with a lot of paint peeling off and a lot of spider webs crawling on it. The Buddha statue that is supposed to symbolize compassion also has the obscene clothes of several dead children hanging on it, which looks extremely ironic.

"This female benefactor, I think I have never offended you. If you want to take this child away, just take her away. Why arrest me?"

Shen Yuan looked at the old monk's black and yellow teeth, suppressed her nausea and took out the sword from the guard's waist. The cold white blade reflected her cold eyes: "You didn't offend me, but you offended Tathagata. .”

She looked at the pile of children's corpses stacked in the straw, and began to touch the old monk's neck with the blade of her sword, as if she was looking for where to start.

"What, what do you mean?" The old monk saw Shen Yuan's murderous intention. The sword in front of his neck scared him so much that he did not dare to move, and his body was shaking like chaff.

"Monks should give up their emotions and desires long ago. Of all the things you are doing now, which one is in line with this?"

Shen Yuan used his sword to open up the pile of corpses covered with straw, and suddenly slashed the old monk's neck with the blade in his hand. Thick blood spurted out and stained her skirt.

"I just heard you say outside the door that monks are compassionate. I agree with this."

"But since you haven't done this, you are not qualified to say such things."

The girl looked at the old monk with cold eyes as he desperately covered his neck with blood spurting out. She pierced his heart with a sword and then pulled it out. Her red lips hidden under the veil moved, opened and closed, and continued: "In this case, I will send you to see Tathagata. , before the Buddha, you must repent well." "Uh" The old monk was struck by two swords in a row, his eyes widened with red bloodshot eyes, and he refused to rest in peace.

Even the two guards brought by Shen Yuan rarely did such things as killing people, they usually just hurt people.

Now I see Shen Yuan taking a life in just a few words, I am very surprised and shocked.

This was the first time Zhi Luo saw Shen Yuan killing someone, so he couldn't help but turned pale and rushed out of the house and started retching.

As for Shen Yuan himself, he was very calm. He wiped the blood on the sword with a handkerchief and returned the sword to the guard, then turned to see Cui Shao.

The rain that had accumulated for a long time outside the house started to patter now, bringing a gust of cold rain wind in, blowing away the veil that Shen Yuan was wearing.

Without the veil, her beautiful face was exposed to the air.

The girl's eyebrows were furrowed, and the thin curtain on her forehead was blown open by the wind, revealing a cinnabar red mole. Half of her face was lit up by the candlelight. Looking at it with the naked eye at this moment, she looked more like the broken Buddha statue lying upside down on the ground. Buddha.

She came back to her senses and caught the veil, covering her face again, and raised her eyes to look at the boy with the chicken coop head.

The young man suppressed the tremor in his heart and came back to his senses. After a while, he picked up the windproof cloak that he had never put on and put it on himself.

A large amount of warmth followed by a faint scent of magnolia enveloped him. He stood up with difficulty and asked Shen Yuan what he wanted.
  "Even if I posted a notice saying that I would sell my body to bury my mother, my portrait was not attached to it. How do you do that?"

Before he finished speaking, his body swayed and he passed out.

The last scene in front of him was his hand pressing on a scarlet embroidered shoe. The red butterfly embroidery on it was lifelike, gradually turning into multiple phantoms that could no longer be seen clearly.

Shen Yuan estimated that he fainted from hunger, because he was so thin that it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a skeleton in human skin.

"Madam!" Zhi Luo wanted to help Shen Yuan remove Cui Shao's dirty hands, but Shen Yuan shook her head to stop her, "Don't move."

She knelt down and pushed aside Cui Shao's chicken-nest-like hair with her hands. After seeing clearly that his left face did indeed have a corroded scar, she looked at his right face.

The skin on the right side of the face is very poor, but the facial features can be said to be extraordinary. The left face and the right face are almost as different as a Rakshasa and an immortal.

Confirming that he was her best friend who had saved her many times in her previous life and finally traded his life for hers, Shen Yuan suppressed the heat in her eyes and asked the guards to come over and help carry him on her back.

"The bodies of those children should also be taken out for a proper burial. As for the old monk who deserved his crime, throw it into a mass grave."

While alive, one has the heart of a wolf and the lungs of a dog. After death, one should naturally be devoured by wild beasts.

Zhi Luo opened the paper umbrella he had brought in advance and looked at Cui Shao's back as he was being carried away. He couldn't help but asked Shen Yuan out of curiosity, what is his origin?
  "How did you know that he sold himself to bury his mother?"

Shen Yuan glanced at the gray sky and said vaguely: "I saw it in a dream. In the dream, I was very destined to him. He saved my life many times, and"

She didn't know what she was thinking of, so she suppressed the unfinished words, took out a letter that had been prepared from her sleeve, and asked Zhiluo to take it to Cui Shao and stuff it into his clothes.

Zhiluo nodded in agreement, and Shen Yuan returned to the carriage alone. Listening to the noisy rain outside, he unconsciously thought of all the things he had known Cui Shao in his previous life.

　The last hero candidate has appeared~
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)