Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The wind was bitter, and there were shocks and chills.

In the vastness of the world, the long night is as quiet as death, only the footsteps are exceptionally clear.

It was a boy about six or seven years old, walking slowly in the deep forest, carrying a huge object that was much taller than him on his thin shoulders, with blood that hadn't dried up on his forehead, and every step he walked was extremely difficult.

When the clouds were lifted to see the moon, the cold light of the bright moon suddenly appeared, reflecting the unwillingness of the boy's face.

His whole body was stained with dust and blood, some of which had already dried up and turned black, while others were still flowing from the wounds of the man behind him, and most of his clothes were torn, showing his desolation.

A pair of blood-colored eyes glowed with a frightening cold light in the night, they were particularly eye-catching, and they gritted their silver teeth with hatred.

There was blood trailing all the way behind him, his eyes were stung by Toad Palace Yuehui, and he struggled to raise his hand to try to cover it, hiding the ghost pupils in the shadows.

But all of a sudden, the tip of his nose felt sore, and the tears he had held back for a long time finally came out of his eyes, and his eyes were blurred, which had reached the limit so far.

"Master...why? Why..."

Overwhelmed by the burden, he knelt down on the ground, and the boy wiped his dirty face and turned up the seriously injured man who was dragged all the way by him, and has no consciousness until now.

In an instant, the light and shadow alternated, and an extremely pale face was revealed in the red-dyed plain cloth shirt. The lips were light-colored and also stained with blood. broken.

The boy cautiously stretched out his hand, trying to wipe off the stain for him, but his fingertips were stained with blood and rubbed the man's face into a mess.

At this point, the tight strings suddenly burst, and the boy cried and fell on the man's shoulder. The warm and firm embrace before was now cold and stiff.

He watched the blood spread under him, but he was powerless.

"Master...don't leave me alone, you said you would accompany me...you promised to accompany me!!"

When fear hits his heart, it is enough to dispel all hatred. If the sky has eyes and is willing to show mercy and listen to the begging of the humble ants, and give half of mercy, he will definitely abandon the old grievances in exchange for the life of the dying person.

... Even if he pays with his life, he is willing! !

"Master... Master..."

The dark clouds hurriedly passed by in the sky, and in the flickering light and darkness, the man who was almost dying lightly moved his fingertips.

He opened his mouth slightly, the tearing pain in his chest made him tremble, even so, he still clenched his teeth and insisted on raising his hand to caress the boy's sweaty messy hair.

"Xingzhi..." His voice was low and hoarse, so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"Master!!"

The boy was overjoyed, naively thinking that waking up meant peace, completely unaware that what awaited the man after the light came back was the dead silence of liberation.

"Master, you woke up, finally woke up... Don't take the blame for me, a traitor, in the future. I was born as a devil boy, and I deserve to be looked down upon by others. I have lived a lonely life. You are so beautiful and unparalleled. You deserve it." Jumping out of the Three Realms should not be put on the shelf, I..."

"Behaviour, lax teaching, teacher's laziness, failed to lead you on the right path, it is the teacher who honors you..."

The man paused, struggled to get up, and held his lover in his arms.

Behind what he couldn't see, he hid all the fishy sweetness surging in his chest in the palm of his hand.

"You are not a devil boy, never have been... You have the blood of being a teacher flowing in your body, and I who fed you up bit by bit, how can I not know your heart..."

"Master..." The boy broke down in sobs, crying out of breath, "Master, I know my mistake, and I will never go out to play secretly again, and I will obediently recite my books and practice calligraphy. I will share all the cakes I get with you." Master, don’t steal anymore...I, I...Master, don’t leave, okay? Please..."

The man lowered his eyes and did not answer, his mouth was bloodshot, and even his breathing became difficult. Every time he said a sentence, his breath became weaker.

"Xingzhi, remember, from now on, I will not be able to protect you as a teacher... Wuxiang Buddha Sect, Master Xuyun... Except for him, everyone in the world will regard you as a thorn in their side, a thorn in their flesh, and they will definitely not tolerate you... ..."

"Master! I don't want others to be my teacher, I only want you! I only want you!!"

"Don't be willful!" He yelled in a deep voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't hold it back and vomited blood in front of his apprentice. The boy was shocked when he saw this, and immediately kept silent, his eyes were red, and he nodded against his will .

The man felt very relieved when he saw this, and smiled with difficulty, covering the boy's dirty face with his cold palm, wiping away his tears.

"Xingzhi, I owe you as a teacher, the last thing I can do for you is to exchange my own destiny for you... I will die for you, and you will live a human life for me... Continue to look at the magnificent mountains and rivers in the world .”

He coughed lightly, and when he raised his wrist, the boy's blood-red eyes were already darkened, his vision was only blurred for a moment, and the man fell to the ground powerlessly, holding his hand reluctantly.

When he closed his eyes, blood flashed by.

The tears in the corners of the eyes finally slipped to the ground, crisp and sweet, moistening the new life.

Although Xingzhi is young, he also understands that this time the master has not only traded for him a pair of eyes that caused trouble, but also the peace of the rest of his life.

He suddenly recalled that he was treated as a monster when he was a child. No matter how he dodged, the sharp and strange eyes of others would always keep him away thousands of miles away.

In the vast world, among all living beings, there is only one person who is willing to hold his hand and praise with a smile:

"Your eyes are very beautiful."

"Would you like to travel far with me? Call me Master, and I will show you all the magnificent mountains and rivers in the world, okay?"

There is still a line of tooth marks on the man's wrist, which is caused by himself who is hostile to others.

At that time, he was still young, but he had already possessed animal nature, like a ferocious wolf cub, howling and refusing to be approached by others, he was bitten viciously by himself in return for his kind touch.

I remember that at that time, he didn't scream and shrink back like others, but stroked his forehead, just like today.

"It's me who came late and caused you so far..."

The man died, and amidst the childish wailing, there seemed to be endless sounds in the ears...

……

"Master, you named me Xingzhi. You said it meant to end the war, but what does this word mean? Thinking and reminiscing, or Xingbi Boyi?"

"Silly boy, you can't go beyond the square."

……

Sorry, Xingzhi, I lied to you for my teacher...

The so-called action means that doing is easy but knowing is difficult...

Chang Huan knows how difficult it is, and if you are destined to be a master and apprentice in the next life, I will tell you what I owe in this life...

Ok?