Heaven is fearless

The ups and downs burned Yan Duotang's brain into a mess, and she no longer had the strength to question anything. Even though she felt that Fanxing's words were still a bit suspicious, she was unwilling to break this peaceful appearance.

Yan Duotang hurriedly wiped away the tears from his face, stood up, hesitated for a while, and asked softly, "Who is that... the person who entrusted you to find Jiujiu?"

Fanxing didn't answer right away.

How can he have an old friend who entrusted him with important affairs? The incarnation of Buddha has wandered around the world for many years. Although there are many causal connections, most of them are owed to him by others. He has to do things for him to pay off the debt. It's made up to deceive people, where can he find such an old friend?

But Fanxing was not panicked at all.

Facing Yan Duotang's eyes, the Buddha who looked like a lotus flower under the moon showed a mysterious smile, and stretched out a finger to point to the east: "The rich and noble family has compassion in his heart. He does not want to reveal his identity, and the poor monk can only mention a few things." Here it is."

Changpingfang is on the west side of the capital closest to the city gate. With such a finger, you can point the whole capital in. Those who can entrust monks to save people are of course compassionate people. Blood is related.

In short, with his words and fingers, he can easily cover half of the rich and noble families in the capital. It is precise and general, full of the indescribable charm of Buddha's words.

Coaxing Yan Duotang into the house and going to sleep, the little figure was still curled up on the bed with its back facing the door, as if it hadn’t woken up from the beginning to the end, Fanxing glanced at the back, went back to the door and continued to read scriptures and meditate , When the sky just burst into a little gray light, there was a small movement in the house.

Fan Xing opened his eyes, Yan Wuzheng stood on the threshold and looked at him, the impetuous and frivolous atmosphere in the past disappeared from him overnight, like a vicious little wolf who has learned to hide himself and is still immature claws.

Yan Wujiu's eyes were slightly black and blue, his belt was not fastened, and the end was hanging limply on his thigh, Fanxing looked at him for a moment, and waved to him.

This action was like a farmer greeting a puppy, Yan Wuzheng was sullen and didn't want to move, but Fanxing looked at him with innocent and bright eyes like a child, and made this little ruffian feel guilty.

Just this time, next time if he calls him like a dog again, he will turn this monk into a flower building and not save him!

He was aimlessly thinking about other things in his heart, and his heavy heart finally relaxed a little. He walked up to Fanxing and asked in a rough voice, "Why are you looking for Lord Jiu!"

Fanxing didn't care, he didn't have a good attitude, he raised his hand and grabbed the dangling belt, and re-tied him a beautiful and correct knot: "A gentleman stands upright, tolerance is the first, even if you are upset If you are distracted, you can't ignore your appearance."

Yan Wujiu suddenly raised his eyes, he thought his movements last night were very small, but he still didn't hide it from this monk?

"The things you said are only for young masters to learn. What does it have to do with me?"

The child pursed his lips, and dropped the sentence forcefully.

Fan Xing said calmly: "You have to learn even if you are not a young master. If you want to do great things in the future, you must pay attention to details—"

"Do big things? What big things to do? Isn't it better for me to be as ordinary as possible? It's best to hide in Changpingfang for the rest of my life, don't learn any words, and don't go out..."

Yan Wujiu was still a child after all, no matter how calm he appeared on the surface, he couldn't contain the panic when he suddenly learned of his life experience. He could pretend to sleep all night until dawn, and his stamina had surpassed most people. , so when he heard the faint cry in his voice, Fan Xing was relieved instead.

Raising children is really difficult. When Chuzhang came to him, he was already 15 years old and he was not considered a child. Although he was young, he had a special background, was born extraordinary, and his temperament was not like an ordinary child. But Yan Wuzhen, although he looks mature It's unbelievable, in fact, he is still a child at heart.

Brahma has never raised such a child, so after thinking about it, he can only be domesticated as a cub of a beast—by giving him honey and sticks, he can keep his wildness while keeping him safe among the crowd.

What should we do when the cubs are panicked and frightened? Fan Xing waited patiently while twisting the Buddha beads. After Yan Wujiu calmed down from the anger he knew was unreasonable, he said slowly: "If you are afraid, you can now Then you can go far away, hide in the mountains and forests, and be a wandering wild crane from now on, which is also a good thing."

In fact, what he wants to say is that the best way to hide his whereabouts is to wipe his neck with a knife and drive west. It is a pity that persuading people to commit suicide is a taboo in Buddhism, and it will be tainted with the evil of killing.

Fanxing counted half a circle of Buddhist beads, and sincerely persuaded: "The poor monk still has some savings, which can be used for you to find a secluded country, grow up in peace, marry a woman you like, and give birth to a few children to continue the blood of incense. ..."

The voice of the Buddha is very gentle, and his years of preaching and preaching experience have made him habitually say such things with a wonderful rhythm, as if he is talking about the supreme magic law, and the babbling is enough to make people intoxicated.

Yan Wujiu was also fascinated.

Fanxing’s picture is too beautiful. There are two or three acres of bamboo forests, one or two fish ponds, winding field ridges, and small spikes protruding from the wheat seedlings. He can farm, fish, and go hunting in the mountains like other ordinary people. ...

Mother and sister no longer need to worry about his life experience, they can live a good life under his support, and live a clean life.

As long as he agrees to Fanxing's request and finds a mountain forest to live in peace, he can get money and end his precarious life.

"No..." Yan Wujiu trembled his lips, and a voice that was so weak that it was almost inaudible came out of his throat.

Fanxing's voice was softer than his, as if he had sensed his turbulent mood like a frightened bird, Fozi asked softly, "Why did you refuse?"

Yan Wujiu looked up at him in panic, and then at the still silent room, a look of pain appeared on his face.

He knew very well that his refusal was an injury to his mother and Yan Duotang. They had already suffered enough for him. If there was such an opportunity to leave the maelstrom of the capital, they would definitely accept it, but...but in his heart Personally, he wants to stay, he wants to know something about his family.

"I, I think... I want to know why their house was ransacked? Was it because they did something wrong..." After all, he was still a nine-year-old child. Instinctively want to know the news of the relatives who are connected with their blood.

In particular, this is still a blood feud.

"If I did something wrong, then I will leave the capital with my mother, if..." His words stopped, his brows and eyes twisted together in pain.

He hoped that his relatives had done something wrong and received the punishment they deserved, so that he could accept the painful fact and leave with Yan Mu and Yan Duotang. It was a big mistake, he subconsciously hoped that they were good people with high moral character, so that he could miss them with dignity.

He was only nine years old, and he was forced to face such a problem that no matter what choice he made, it would be wrong.

In his expectant eyes, Fan Xing looked back at him, and after a while, shook his head: "The poor monk doesn't know the inside story."

This answer made Yan Wuzhen feel relieved.

There was a rustling sound from the inner room, it seemed that someone had woken up, Yan Wujiu was startled, looked around, went to the yard and began to gather firewood, deliberately turned his back to Fanxing.

After a while, Yan Duotang came out, looked at his younger brother who was busy, and at Fanxing who closed his eyes and murmured sutras, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, he bowed his head to make breakfast without saying anything.

Breakfast is bland porridge, served with a few pickles. Mother Yan has a small appetite, so she leaves the table after drinking half a bowl of porridge. She pushes her own bowl to Yan Duotang, with loving eyes: "Eat more Tangtang."

Yan Wujiao on the side clenched his chopsticks and sipped his porridge without saying a word.

Mother Yan loves this pair of children equally. When buying and eating food, each person gets half of it. She never favors anyone. In the past, she often pushed the leftover meals to Yan Duotang. He always thought that his sister should eat more. He didn't raise any objection either, he would just laugh and make fun of his mother's preference, but even he himself never took it seriously once.

But once he knew something, he suddenly discovered that his mother's love for them was not as average as he thought.

She would touch Yan Duotang's face lightly, call her Tangtang affectionately, and would randomly pull out a sweet grass stalk to Yan Duotang, but only smiled and looked at him not far or near, in the drowsy illness Call him "tweet".

But was she shouting the Jiujiu who had long since left, or the Jiujiu in front of her?

Yan Wujiu felt sour and astringent in his heart. He was not a wolf-hearted guy who didn't know what to do. His mother replaced him with her own son and raised him. He shouldn't blame her for these trivial things. He just... just felt a little sad.

The mother who gave birth to him is dead, and the mother who raised him is not looking at him, so what should he do.

He suddenly lost all the courage he used to act coquettishly and foolishly in front of them.

His sudden mood swings were not hidden from Fanxing. The monk glanced over the rim of the bowl, caught the child's stubbornly drawn mouth and eyes that were about to cry, and recited Amitabha in his heart.

Yan Wujiu, who is as rebellious and rebellious as a little wolf, is actually a little crybag, or the kind of little crybag with a sentimental heart.

Children are amazing.

Little Crying Bag’s depression came and went quickly, as if he had figured out something, he poured the porridge into his mouth with two or three gulps, wiped his chin, stared at the unhurried Fanxing with piercing eyes, scratched his head It looked like he wanted to help Fanxing lift the bowl up.

Of course Fanxing saw the urgency in his eyes, and turned to him with a delicate and innocent face, "What's the matter?"

Yan Wujiu paused for a while, then shook his head: "No, you eat what you eat."

He said no, the upright Buddha thought it was not, turned his head and continued to eat at his own pace, mouthful after mouthful, dignified and calm, as if he was tasting some delicacies from mountains and seas, making Yan Wu on the side fidget anxiously.

Yan Duotang glanced at him suspiciously, Yan Wujiu gave him a forced look back, then sat there with a guilty conscience and shook his feet, peeling off the paint leather on the tabletop with his nails.

When Fanxing finally finished eating and put down the bowls and chopsticks, Yan Wujiu stood up awkwardly, grabbed Fanxing's hand and dragged it out, Yan Duotang raised his brows: "I cooked the meal today, it's your turn to wash the dishes!"

Yan Wujiu didn't look back, and shouted: "Leave me alone and come back to clean up!"

I don't know if Yan Duotang heard it, she dragged Fanxing out of the courtyard.

He grabbed Fanxing and came to a secluded place, looked around for a while, put his hands behind his back, rubbed his toes on the gravel ground, his expression was a bit embarrassed, he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

Fanxing just looked at him like this, neither urging nor angry, just like a Buddha statue, without even the slightest curiosity.

Yan Wuzheng groaned for a long time, saw that Fanxing was standing up and began to recite scriptures, his heart beat, he crushed a piece of sand under his feet, and stammered: "That, that, I don't want to leave the capital, you... you Can you send my mother and Yan Duotang away? I... I will pay you back in the future..."

His voice became softer and weaker, and at the end he added tremblingly: "...First, sir."

In fact, Yan Wujiu is used to being thick-skinned and owes favors. To save money for medicines, he sold a lot of goodies. Borrowing money is commonplace. Loaning out the second round is all about skill.

But for some reason, in front of Fanxing, he just couldn't muster up the courage. Unlike those cheeky borrowers who borrowed money with a cheeky smile before, he opened his mouth to Fanxing, as if tearing out the most fragile and transparent part of himself. In front of the other party's eyes, let the other party see himself naked.

This feeling made him more uncomfortable than being kicked out for not being able to borrow money.

Fanxing didn't say yes or no, his eyes were gentle and compassionate, as if he felt the same pain, Yan Wujiu almost curled himself into a ball.

"I...I want to find out why the Yan family died...Mother can't be with me, they don't know anything..." Yan Wujiu explained incoherently, his face was flushed and his breath was short of breath , "If I am arrested, as long as they are not in the capital..."

He tried his best to express his thoughts, Fan Xing frowned slightly: "You mean, if you are arrested, they can also escape-your behavior is equivalent to letting her lose another son, it is really cruel."

Yan Wujiu originally had a slightly anxious expression on his face, but after hearing this sentence, he gradually turned pale, his eyes turned to an unknown distance, and his voice was low: "Mother... didn't want my son in the first place. Yeah, every time she sees me she thinks about that tweet...it just makes her sadder."

Fanxing frowned slightly when he heard the words, and pursed his lips again when he wanted to say something. After a while, he finally couldn't help it: "Your sister said that when they took you away, Mrs. Yan once gave your grandma a bad Little gold and silver, have you ever wondered where the gold and silver went?"

The speed of the topic change was so fast that Yan Wuzheng's melancholy got stuck halfway, and after a while, he let out a confused voice: "Ah?"

Brahma's eyes fluttered around in embarrassment, and his face was faintly red: "Oh... Amitabha, don't speculate or make wild guesses, don't lie or speak ill..."

He muttered and reprimanded himself, but still coughed with a bitter face: "Well, this is all guesswork by the poor monk... Why don't you ask your sister, where did the gold and silver go?"

The hints in his words were so obvious that Yan Wujiu understood it all at once, but he still didn't understand why he asked Yan Duotang about it.

If the family had that money, it would be good for Niang and Yan Duotang to take them away, but looking at the family's situation, how does the family look like it has money?

However, Brahma's question also asked about a blind spot that he hadn't noticed, which made him wonder, yes, where did the money go?

The author has something to say: Yes, where did the money go?In the comment area yesterday, a little angel mentioned a key point, which shocked me a lot [Hold my head tightly to prevent you from entering.jpg]

Wow, it took so much space to explain my life experience, so let’s hurry up, the timeline here is the continuation of the first volume when the prince passed away and Chu Zhang founded the country, so there will be the appearance of Chu Zhang, who has not yet become a ghost...

Chu Zhang: [Impatient] Hurry up, hurry up, I have to go back to the window of the dangerous building to peek at my witch master!

Ghost King:? ? ?Whose witch master? ? ?With the sound of my voice, a ghost of Wangchuan will come to your door and sing K. Do you believe it? !