The rivers and lakes are full of vests

After leaving Refugee Lane, Fu Peibai's face was gloomy, and he walked side by side with Kuchan, Shiqi and Qingkong followed behind.

The four of them were walking on the way back to the mountain, the night was misty, the dark clouds overlapped, and the moonlight was covered by the dark clouds. A black crow stood on a dead branch, making a rough hissing sound, and then flapped its wings and flew to another branch. head.

"Benefactor Fu, did you save that little girl's family?"

Fu Peibai kept staring at the stone road under his feet, and said in a deep voice: "Well, her mother is ill, and she has no other relatives. After the refugee alley is demolished, she will be really lonely. Master, I hope you can help her at that time." One or two."

"You can save one person, but you can't save thousands of people who are suffering in this world."

"I know that saving one is a one-off. If you do your best, you will not be ashamed of your heart."

Kuchan sighed vaguely and said nothing.

Then the four of them returned to the temple, and Ku Chan led Fu Pei to the towering and majestic Daxiong Hall.

Standing on his feet, his figure was elegant, and he flew up several feet high, lightly took a palm-sized flat long box from the Buddha statue, and handed it to Fu Peibai.

"Boss Fu, this is why the abbot and the poor monk called you here."

Fu Peibai stared at the wooden box wonderingly: "Master, this is it?"

"Before the time comes, you should take it first and keep it safe. Don't let anyone know about it. One day, you will use it."

Kuchan said so important and mysterious, Fu Peibai didn't dare to accept it, she shied away and said: "Although I don't know what it is, the mage attaches great importance to it in words, the younger generation is ignorant and poor in martial arts, so it is difficult to be competent to keep it. It is more appropriate to leave this object in Banruo Temple and take care of it by the abbot and mage."

With heavy eyes, Ku Chan said, "It's not for you to keep it, but the poor monk wants to give it to you."

"This... must not be done. You will not be rewarded for nothing, and it is difficult for the younger generation to appreciate it."

"Benefactor Fu, don't refuse anymore. This is the common intention of the abbot and the poor monk. No matter what, you have to accept it." Ku Chan said very firmly, and handed the box to Fu Peibai again.

"Then can the junior ask, what is in this box?"

Kuchan shook his head, with a secretive look, "The time has not come, but you will know it when it comes."

"So when is that time?"

"Causes and fates come naturally, it's better for Master Fu to wait."

"Then what would happen if I opened this box in advance?"

Kuchan stared into her eyes, smiled slightly, "You won't."

Fu Peibai took the box in a daze, the wooden box was as light as nothing, but she held it in her hand as if it weighed a thousand catties.

She rubbed the box, her voice gradually became firmer, "Your junior will definitely keep this thing safe, Master, please rest assured."

"One more thing, you are going to the southwest this time to find someone."

"who?"

"Master Swordsmith Duan Wushou."

Fu Peibai was slightly startled, "Isn't it rumored that Senior Duan has passed away?"

"No, benefactor Duan is tired of fighting in martial arts, so he went to the southwest to live in seclusion."

Fu Peibai nodded, "The mage told me to look for Senior Duan, but do you have something to say?"

Kuchan still had that inscrutable look, smiling kindly, "You can find him and you'll know, go back."

Fu Peibai said goodbye, and before leaving, she heard a soft call from Jia behind him.

"Master Fu."

She will step out of the hall with one leg, and when she hears the sound, she stops and looks back. Under the bright yellow flickering candlelight in the hall, she sees Master Kuchan standing under the solemn Buddha statue.

The face of the Buddha statue is compassionate and solemn, with its eyes slightly closed looking down at all living beings, while the mage also closed his eyes with a compassionate and benevolent expression.

She felt in a trance that at this moment, the Buddha is the bitter meditation, and the bitter meditation is the Buddha.

Her mind flickered, and she faintly felt that something bad was about to happen.

"What's wrong? Mage."

Ku Chan didn't move, and with a distance of several feet, he spoke from a distance: "I think the poor monk and Master Fu have only known each other for a few hours, but I feel that we have known each other for a long time, and we are very close. Can become a friend who forgets the year."

Fu Peibai turned around and solemnly made a Namaste salute, "The younger generation will definitely come to visit the master and the abbot often in the future, drink tea and talk about Zen, and hope that the master will give us some advice."

Kuchan smiled, didn't say anything, and waved his hand, "Go, Donor Fu, the matter has been explained, and you can start tomorrow. The mountains and rivers are far away, and life is long and difficult. I hope that Donor Fu will take care of everything."

Fu Peibai clasped his fists and said, "Master is too, take care."

After all, the originally quiet temple suddenly sounded a long and heavy bell, as if she was also seeing off Fu Peibai, which made her inexplicably sad about parting.

The bell rang three times, and the thick and distant sound resounded through the entire mountain. Fu Peibai followed the bell and went back to the room, but her heart became more and more uneasy. She opened the window and looked, the sky was dark clouds rolling, there were no stars and moons, and there was a faint mountain rain The potential to come.

Lying on the bed, she secretly thought that she was overthinking, forced herself to close her eyes, and fell asleep slowly.

......

"Come on! Assassin! Come on!"

"The mage has been assassinated! There are assassins!"

Fu Peibai was awakened by sudden shouts in her deep sleep. Her heart beat violently. After hearing the shouts, she stood up abruptly, pulled her outer robe around her body, took the sword and pushed the door out.

At this moment, the back room of the temple was in chaos, and many monks held on torches to surround the outside of the Zhang's house and the house of Master Kuchan.

"The abbot passed away!"

The crowd erupted instantly, prostrating and kneeling. Some young monks cried bitterly on the spot. The scene was chaotic. Fortunately, a few older monks stood up to preside over the overall situation and directed them to chase after the assassin. Keep order and don't make noise.

Fu Peibai pushed aside the crowd and walked in, and saw Abbot Mingwen sitting quietly in the husband's room.

He was wearing the most solemn monk's robe, with his hands on his lap, making a meditation seal, with a kind and gentle face, as if he was just asleep.

"The abbot was assassinated?"

A disciple looked sad and shook his head, "The abbot has perfected all virtues, eliminated all evils, and naturally entered reincarnation."

Fu Peibai closed her eyes in pain. For Buddhist disciples, death is not real death, but reincarnation. But for her, death means actually leaving this world, disappearing with each other. It is a great pain in life to have nothing to do with everything in the world.

She clasped her hands together to show her remembrance, and then walked to Master Kuchan's room. There were more people around here. Seeing Fu Peibai coming, they all turned sideways to make way.

The house was in a mess, obviously after a fierce fight, Fu Peibai hurried forward, and saw Master Kuchan who had been stabbed and fell to the ground at a glance. At this moment, the master was lying on the ground half supported by a monk. The wound is slowly oozing blood, the wound is narrow, but extremely deep, like a small sharp weapon.

She was shocked and knelt down in front of Master Kuchan, "How could this happen?! Master, how do you feel now? Where is the doctor? Where is the eldest lady?"

"Where's the doctor?! Did you find someone to call the doctor down the mountain?!" She looked around the crowd and shouted.

The monk who supported Kuzen said with trembling lips, "It's too late, Master Fu."

Fu Peibai got a little angry, and his voice became louder, "How could it be too late! Let people go down the mountain quickly, and the doctor can be found within half an hour. How can it be too late? Call someone to go!"

Before everyone responded, Ku Chan grabbed Fu Peibai's hand. His pupils were out of focus, his face was pale, but there was still a smile on his face. He slowly pulled Fu Peibai's hand to his waist.

Fu Peibai's fingertips touched a piece of warm and sticky liquid. She withdrew her hand suddenly and stared at the dazzling bright red fingertips. Only then did she realize that it wasn't the wound on her chest, but her waist. It is fatal.

She looked down and saw that Kuchan's waist was continuously oozing blood, and a large area of ​​the dark monk's robe had been wetted.

"Hemostatic medicine, bandages, wine, yes, and wine, go, go, go get it!" Fu Peibai pushed a monk, almost growling.

"Benefactor Fu, the poor monk's energy is exhausted, so there is no need to waste your efforts." After that, Ku Chan raised his hand with difficulty and waved again, "You all go out, I still have something to say to Benefactor Fu."

The monks left one after another, leaving only Kuchan and Fu Peibai in the room.

Fu Peibai took a cotton pillow and stuffed it under Kuzen's head so that he could lie down comfortably. She opened her mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, why? Why did you give up? There is still time..."

The injury is not fatal, if the bleeding can be stopped in time, Kuchan will have a chance to survive this hell, but he gave up the chance to survive.

Kuchan panted slightly, every time he seemed to run out of life, "The reincarnation of karma, the fate has come, the time for the poor monk has come, don't need to be too sad, life and death, nothing more than a new beginning. "

Fu Peibai couldn't understand, she took Ku Chan's trembling hand and held it tightly, "Who is the assassin? I will avenge the mage!"

Kuchan shook his head, "Don't be dominated by hatred, the opponent is just a pawn played by fate.

Fu Shizhu, please remember that all the intrigues in the world, love and hatred are all caused by the troubled times. If you don't end this troubled times, as you have seen in the miserable refugee alley, killing people is like trampling an ant to death. It can't end, saving one person or hundreds of people is just a drop in the bucket. "

As he spoke, Kuchan's pupils could no longer focus, his pupils slowly dissipated, and he gradually loosened his grip on Fu Peibai's hand, but he still struggled to say: "You can't get vitality from a game of chaotic chess, only... .....only to overturn the chessboard and re-layout."

He took a breath, and suddenly squeezed Fu Peibai's wrist tightly, his eyes gathered again, "Don't be that black and white chess piece, but be the one who holds the chess, Fu Benefactor, you, you are the one who holds the chess , only you can fight against this troubled world, you must uphold the righteous thoughts in your heart, stand up, save, save..."

Ku Chan's voice gradually weakened, his eyelids drooped together gently, his hand holding Fu Peibai was completely loosened, his excited expression became peaceful, the last trace of anger dissipated from his whole body, and he passed away in the cold on the ground.

"Mage?"

Fu Peibai's eyes widened and her throat tightened. She called out cautiously, but there was no response.

She knelt on the ground, her face was a little dazed, she was in a daze, and she murmured: "I am that person..."

Grief and complicated emotions overlapped, she vaguely guessed what Kuchan hadn't finished speaking, the other party deliberately took her to Refugee Lane to see the hardships of people's lives, and exposed this chaotic world with her, the mage seemed to have been praying for a The benevolent and righteous people stepped forward to end this troubled world.

But why me?

Fu Peibai fell into great confusion and self-doubt. She stared at Ku Chan's peaceful face and asked softly, "Master, why me?"

There was silence in the room, and she could only hear the dull and powerful heartbeat in her chest.