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On the clear and clear surface of the lake, a solitary boat pushes away the dense white mist in front of it, and moves slowly.The monk clasped his hands together, as if he was stepping on a Buddhist golden lotus under his feet, his eyes were full of compassion, and his peaceful face was dazzling in the morning light, resembling the appearance of the Nine Heavens Buddha alive.He looked at the flowing mountains and rivers all the way, and the uninterrupted and stable sound of chanting sutras in his mouth, crossed endless time and space, crossed the boundless sea of ​​suffering, and led the lonely ghosts nearby to a road to the afterlife to the other shore.

"The donkey save me!!!" A man in a light-colored thin shirt lay faceless on the boat, his limbs were weak, his face was pale, and his lips had lost all blood.

"Benefactor, if the poor monk stops the movements in his hands and helps you to relieve the pain, it will prolong the time for you to suffer, so you will be offended." Ji Chen was not surprised, and his eyes never stayed on him even for a moment, rather Supporting Zhuhao calmly, "We will arrive in Yecheng in a while."

While speaking, Fu Xueyi suddenly rolled in his stomach, supported the ground with one hand, pulled off the veiled cap over his head with the other hand, struggled to get up, leaned his upper body out of the boat, retched, and threw the overnight The food was vomited out.

Fu Xueyi complained in his heart.He lost to a monk of unknown origin several times in the competition, so he agreed to the request of wandering together on a whim—just to see how this monk who took the mission of saving all sentient beings would use his own strength to transform himself. This man who had committed crimes since childhood was on the right track.Besides, he has never left Mobei since he grew up. Who doesn't have a dream of traveling around the world with a sword?It's just that what he didn't expect was - he was actually seasick!

When his feet touched the flat ground, Fu Xueyi still felt that his legs were weak, as if they were still bumping from side to side.And the monk, who was motionless in all directions, swung his palms silently and injected a spiritual energy into his back to relieve his pain.

The crowd was bustling, and no one knew who bumped into the crumbling Fu Xueyi in the crowd.He touched his shoulder, and when he subconsciously turned his head away, he suddenly felt a note fall into his arms.

Ji Chen also saw it, and his gaze stayed on it for a moment, then he silently turned his face away, adhering to the concept of "see no evil".

Fu Xueyi's gaze paused, and he opened the note of unknown origin suspiciously.He had a serious look on his face, his eyes moved slightly up and down several times, then his face sank, and he smashed it into powder with his fingertips.

The monk backed away two steps, looking at the man hesitantly but stopped talking.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fu Xueyi showed a playful smile, "It's just a letter of war from an enemy who came out of nowhere. Look at this shabby appearance, I Wouldn’t it be a shame if I went? If I don’t go, I won’t have time to spend time with them.” Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pennant waving in the wind: “Alas—there’s a noodle stall in front of you. Let's go and eat! I almost vomited out all the things I ate these days on the boat..."

Looking at Fu Xueyi's enthusiastic appearance, Jichen's words were blocked, and he could only shake his head helplessly.In fact, he knew that whenever Fu Xueyi was going to take someone's life, he would show such an excited and uncontrollable smile—just like just now.

The enthusiastic shop waiter greeted them, and reported the names of several dishes without panting.Fu Xueyi was dizzy when he heard it, and raised his hand: "I want one of them all!"

Ji Chen glanced at him lightly, so Fu Xueyi coughed lightly: "Two bowls of Yangchun noodles."

Soon, hot noodles were served.There are a few scallions floating on the white noodles, and the carefully cooked broth reveals a mellow and tangy aroma.

Fu Xueyi rubbed his chopsticks, his eyes lit up, and his appetite widened: "This noodle looks very ordinary, but I didn't expect it to be so delicious..."

"That's because this ordinary appearance is closer to the lives of ordinary people, and it makes people taste more homely." Jichen explained with a small green vegetable between his hands.

"Home..." Fu Xueyi lowered her head thoughtfully.

I'm sorry, he doesn't have any. Family and love, this kind of thing seems to be too far away from him.When he was young, he only had a master, who only taught him to kill; when he grew up, he met this strange monk in front of him, and the monk taught him how not to kill.

"I killed a caravan before." Fu Xueyi frowned, thinking about the past, "I cut off their heads and hung them neatly at the door of the inn. Do you know why?" Waiting for the monk After answering, he continued, "Because what they are doing is the business of buying and selling slaves. I don't know how many people have lost their wives and families because of them. They are big treacherous people, right? But later everyone said that I was too It's cruel and cold-blooded, I don't understand what is wrong with killing these people for the sake of their families, could it be that I killed the wrong people?"

Ji Chen looked at him with pity: "Fu Xueyi, in fact, you already have the answer yourself, don't you?"

After a pause, Fu Xueyi lowered her head: "The reason why I have no home is because of those people you always let me let go. They will continue to do bad things in the future, and more people will have no home because of them, you know Yet?"

The border situation has always been chaotic. It is very normal for large and small tribes to appear and perish. Ji Chen has also heard about it, but people should not be reduced to murderous tools for revenge. "Fu Xueyi, hatred is a kind of poison, don't let it blind your eyes and dominate your thoughts. Besides, justice is in the heart, you should not use violence to control violence, and draw the end of other people's lives without authorization."

In a person's life, there is always something worth remembering. It happens to be both love and hate, and it is unforgettable.If Fu Xueyi let go of the hatred in his heart, then the dead will be lost in the flood of history, how many waves will there be?

"Justice is at ease? Are you saying that I am meddling in murder and revenge? Waiting for others to redeem—" Fu Xueyi suddenly put down her chopsticks, stood up and stared at him, "This is what you Buddhists call Duhua The way? Then I will tell you clearly, those who die under my sword will have more than a crime!"

Mobei people have many things to do, and there are only a lot of bullying and humiliation.If he doesn't stand up, someone else will stand up, someone will always stand up, and Fu Xueyi just happened to stand up to counter violence with violence because of the hatred of his clansman - all the people he killed were evildoers People never feel like they've done anything wrong.

It's useless to talk too much, so Fu Xueyi put down the money, turned around and left.Unexpectedly, excited, he raised his leg and stepped on the boots. Fortunately, he was quick-eyed and quick-handed and supported the table so that he didn't end up grabbing the ground with his head.He hissed lightly, trying to walk normally, but his ankle was in severe pain, almost forcing tears from the corners of his eyes.

"The poor monk just hopes that the benefactor can let go of his hatred." The monk gave him a helpless look, walked up to Fu Xueyi, turned around and slowly bowed down: "... come up."

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Xueyi jumped onto the monk's not very generous back, and put his ears on it, and there were two completely different heartbeats echoing in his ears, giving him the illusion that this road will lead to the end of time.

In the middle of the night, in the quiet alley, there were occasional long voices.Like a ghost, a black figure jumped up a high wall in the east of the city with luck, and tiptoed on the eaves, walking like flying.After squinting to identify the surrounding buildings, he jumped onto the eaves of the Xie Mansion and quietly observed the movement around him.

Strange, Xie's mansion is also a big family in Yecheng, it's fine that the whole mansion is brightly lit so late, there is not even a night watchman?

Fu Xueyi tore off the black gauze warmed by his own breath, jumped down the high wall deftly like a night cat, and tried to poke a hole in the window paper with his fingers.Who knew that before he got close, he felt a burst of talisman light on the door soaring into the sky, and he was blown away by the shock!At the same time, a black figure beside the pillar fell straight towards him.

There is fraud!Fu Xueyi turned sideways nimbly, dodging the oncoming corpse.Smelling the smell of blood that was intentionally concealed, he was in a bad mood, so he quickly dodged and moved towards the door neatly.

The whole body smelled of blood.Fu Xueyi went out the door, sniffing the smell on her body with disgust.

In the morning, someone sent a letter to him, promising to hire him with a lot of money, and what he bought was the life of the whole family of this family.Compared with the valuable reward hidden somewhere in black and white on paper, Fu Xueyi felt more strange than delighted.They have their own contact methods for these businesses, but this time he left Mobei with Jichen, and within a few days, someone found him there.What's even more puzzling is that when he was curious and came to see the target two days later, this family had already been preempted by others?

"Friends in the dark, come out." Fu Xueyi smiled, but put his hand on the dagger at his waist, "You all have been spying on me for a long time."

As soon as the words fell, three men in black appeared from the darkness, holding sharp knives, and stared at Fu Xueyi coldly.

"My life is relatively hard, if you want to take it—" Fu Xueyi pulled out Yun Zhongxue, pointed coldly, and said in a dignified tone, "Come together."

There was a dark wind blowing, sweeping up the dust all over the place.The next moment, there was the blunt sound of three swords piercing into the flesh, and blood gushed out, forming a pool of dark blood behind the corpses of the three killers who fell in response.

...is this suicide?Fu Xueyi narrowed his eyes, cautiously did not put down the knife, and looked at the three dead bodies that had fallen to the ground.

This thing was weird from beginning to end, something was wrong.

He thought about it again, he got the money anyway, so he guessed the blame was set...Fu Xueyi sighed secretly, raised the knife and dropped it habitually, killing three unknown killers. The heads were all cut off.

Wiping the blood on his blade with the black clothes of the corpse on the ground, Fu Xueyi straightened up, but his heart was haunted by a wave of uneasiness.He barely suppressed it, and when he was about to go back to the inn, he saw a person standing in front of the alley.

The man walked slowly, holding a string of light brown nanmu beads that would only be taken out when saving the dead. He was wearing a blue-gray checkered cassock. Hell Shura generally makes people palpitate.The moles of tears in his eyes were about to drop, his eyes were calm, as if he was looking at some grass and trees without sadness or joy.

Fu Xueyi was taken aback for a moment, feeling as if he had turned into an unconscious corpse under such an emotionless gaze.He opened his mouth, trying to explain clearly at once: "I... I didn't kill anyone... When I entered the mansion, they were all dead... Then this group of people suddenly died in front of me..."

Seeing that the monk was silent, he held the short knife and breathed a little quickly: "Do you believe me..."

The author has something to say:

That's right, this "Xie" is Xie Yan's family.