Chapter 143 Holy Monk (End) (1/2)

Master Hu, who faced the scene of the sha're:n, was greatly stimulated.

He did not think that this man should not die. The evil man had committed many evil things a few years ago. He not only robbed the child to sell, but also beat the child to death after being discovered by the parents. Such a person, even if he was sent to the government, would be sentenced to death.

What Master Hu was entangled with was whether the master he followed was a high monk or a demon monk.

Every time something happened in the world, the bald masters were willing to help actively, but if someone was caught and everyone was excited and wanted to execute the other party, it was these masters who interceded for the evil men and let them be spared.

Because of this, Master Hu never liked the monks of Shaolin Temple.

If they spared the evil men, who would spare the victims who were killed by the evil men?

If he hadn't opened the door and found that everyone in the villa had disappeared without a trace, and there was no news in the martial arts world, Master Hu would not have come to find Master Shi Heng to be his follower.

He didn't look at the calm water surface, but squatted beside Lin Shi Heng, "Master, don't monks not kill?"

"Amitabha."

The jade-like monk chanted the Buddha's name, and his tone was calm: "I didn't kill."

Master Hu: "..."

He saw it twice and didn't kill?

"I just slapped the air and kicked it. Someone bumped into me. How can you blame me?"

Master Hu: "..."

Okay, you are good at martial arts, so whatever you say is right.

The child who was taken hostage by the evil man was rescued, and Lin Shi Heng left another 20 taels of silver as medical expenses. At the current price, 20 taels is enough to heal the child's injuries and make him fat.

Lin Shiheng saved the child and "converted" the evil man. On the day of his departure, the simple people of the small town rushed to the door to see him off.

Those weather-beaten faces were full of gratitude to the monks, because everyone knew that monks did not eat meat, and the people did not send chickens, ducks, or fish, but all brought clean and fresh vegetables.

Lin Shiheng declined.

Master Hu followed behind him, watching these simple people happy for them, but also feeling sour in his heart.

When he left, the people also sent him off in the same way.

It's only been a few years, and they actually forgot about him.

He was standing behind Master Shiheng, but he didn't even look at him.

Master Hu kept telling himself in his heart that it was nothing, he didn't save people and act chivalrously for others' gratitude, as long as he had a clear conscience.

But what made him happy was that the child who was taken hostage by the evil man that day also came. His hands and feet could not move, and he was carefully carried by adults.

There were still blood scabs on the child's face, but his eyes were bright. He didn't look at the white-robed monk like an adult, but stared at Master Hu.

It was rare that there was someone who didn't ignore him. Master Hu was very happy and waved at the child with a smile.

"Little guy, do you still remember me?"

"Brother Hu..."

"Oh! So good!"

Master Hu and the white-robed monk went out. The people of the small town stood at the city gate and watched them leave. The child's parents heard their son mumbling about Brother Hu, and their eyes turned red.

The child's mother squatted down and said to the child who was staring at the monk's back: "That's not Brother Hu, that's Master Shi Heng."

"It's Brother Hu, I remember it."

The child couldn't move his hands and feet, but his voice was very loud: "Brother Hu is like this, wearing black clothes, a jade hairpin on his head, and shoes embroidered with auspicious clouds on his feet. He smiled very beautifully, I remember it."

The child's parents' faces changed immediately.

"I'm afraid this child has hurt his head?"

"Yes, Master, how can you wear a jade hairpin?"

***

Master Hu on this side had no idea that someone behind him was discussing whether monks could wear hairpins, and continued to follow Master Shi Heng as agreed.

After leaving the small town, they began to walk towards the prosperous area.

Along the way, the two also met a lot of people, including villains, knights, and simple people. Everything was no different from the rivers and lakes where Master Hu had been, but Master Shi Heng seemed to dislike contact with people and tried to go to sparsely populated places every time.

It doesn't matter, people with strong martial arts have quirks, Master Hu expressed his understanding.

But I don't know if it's a coincidence, their route always overlaps with the place where Master Hu had been chivalrous.

Living in a run-down village under the canyon, there were women who were kidnapped by mountain bandits. Master Hu studied for a few days and finally waited until the day when the mountain bandits dispersed. He killed the mountain bandits and rescued all the women.

A family settled by the water. The head of the family was fishing on a boat and unfortunately capsized. He also had a calf cramp and couldn't get to the shore. Master Hu jumped into the water and rescued him regardless of the danger.

A simple town. There was a bully in the town who relied on his martial arts to oppress the people and robbed women. Master Hu killed the bully and brought peace to the town.

Many times he just did a good deed and basically didn't think about it afterwards. When he passed through these areas one by one, Master Hu remembered that he, who was young and frivolous, actually saved so many people.

It's embarrassing to think about it. He is such a good person.

But what hurt him was that the people he saved regardless of their lives and comfort at the beginning didn't even remember him. Almost every time he arrived at a place, his eyes would fall on Lin Shiheng.

Well, Master Hu can accept it.

Think about it, even if it was himself, a knight with only decent looks, and a monk with a look like a god descending to the earth and Buddha's light shining all over his body, of course he would pay attention to the monk and ignore the other person.

Master Hu quickly got used to everyone ignoring him.

In fact, he didn't care about these false names. Walking through cities and villages, seeing those people he helped at the beginning living well, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

When he walked through one place after another where he had helped, those memories that Master Hu thought he had long forgotten all popped up one by one.

The little kid who admired him and said he wanted to learn martial arts and be a chivalrous hero in the future, the old grandmother who had no children and caught a cold and he took care of her for two months, the strong man who offended the local bully to protect his wife and daughter.

In a few years, seeing their stable life, I felt a different feeling in my heart.

It was almost March, and the two of them were sitting on the boat. Master Hu rowed the boat while sighing to Lin Shiheng who was sitting in meditation at the bow.

"I've been so tired these days."

Lin Shiheng asked: "Where are you tired?"

"Everywhere."

Master Hu sighed: "Since I started to venture into the world, I have never stopped. Sometimes I want to have a good rest, but I always feel that if I continue to go on, I will save more people in the future."

He was born into a wealthy family and grew up in luxury since he was a child. Naturally, he didn't suffer much. Since he left Hu Yu Villa and ventured around, he was going to suffer all the hardships of his life.

"If you feel tired, why do you want to venture into the world?"

Hearing the monk's words, Master Hu smiled casually: "This is the tradition of our Hu Yu Villa. Every generation has people who venture into the world to save people. I heard that my great-grandfather was also saved by a knight who went out to venture into the world, so he could survive. My grandfather told me that saving people is a good thing. It just so happens that young people like us also need experience. We can save people and gain experience at the same time. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?"

"Besides, saving lives is indeed a very happy thing."

He smiled while rowing the boat, and his smile looked quite silly.

Lin Shiheng did not speak again.

Until the boat reached the shore, he said: "We are here."

Master Hu has been talking to himself, "Speaking of what we are going to eat tonight, I am really tired of making that noodle soup..."

After looking up and seeing the scene in front of him clearly, his words stopped abruptly.

In front of him was a forest that had obviously been burned by fire. The dead trees stood there in black, and a few green leaves grew on their heads. It looked like the dead trees had come back to life and were not completely dead yet.

"Do you know this place?"

Lin Shiheng asked him.

Young Master Hu stood there at a loss, very puzzled.

"Didn't I cut down these trees?"

He found his memories about this forest.

It seemed to be something that happened not long ago. The bandits here were in chaos and even massacred the entire village. Young Master Hu wanted to enforce justice, but he didn't expect to find out when he arrived at the mountain village that the bandits had kept all the children in the village for their entertainment.

There were too many people in the mountain village, and he estimated that he couldn't beat them, so he went to the government to seek help from the government. Because of caution, Young Master Hu went to eavesdrop on the official in the middle of the night.

As expected, such a large bandit force had not been eliminated for so long, and it was indeed because of the collusion between the officials and the bandits.

One child died almost every day. He had no time to think about anything else. He could only send pigeons home to ask for help. He planned to let these children run away, but unexpectedly, one child ran away when he was chased.

When Master Hu came back to look for the child, he happened to see the bandits driving the child into the forest and setting it on fire.

Later...

What happened?

In his memory, it seemed that he killed the bandits and cut down the trees to save the child.

But the trees were clearly cut down, so why are these trees still standing here?

Master Hu fell into great confusion.

"My sword... Where is my sword?"

He had a splitting headache and reached out to touch the sword behind him with a pale face, but he felt blood on his hand.

Blood...

Why is there blood?

He stood there in a daze, and scenes emerged from his mind.

The children were too young and ran slowly. One child was left alone. When Master Hu found out, he went back to look for him and found that the bandits were going to drive the child into the sea of ​​fire.

He had been able to survive in the martial arts world for so long because of his excellent martial arts skills. After all, no matter how good his martial arts skills were, he couldn't fight a hundred people alone.

But he had no way to retreat.

He could fly by himself, but he couldn't take others with him. If he left, the child would be dead.

Young Master Hu drew his sword and went forward.

He was indeed good at martial arts. He killed all the bandits by himself, but in the end, he himself was no longer alive.

Young Master Hu could still vaguely remember the feeling before he died.

He was cold all over, as if even his blood was cold. Only the bloody wind blew with tenderness, blowing on his face, as if his deceased mother was touching him gently.

He only had time to say "Don't be afraid" to the frightened child, and then he lost consciousness.

Before he lost consciousness, Young Master Hu looked at the sword that was broken into two pieces, thinking, what a pity for this good sword.

When he woke up again, he automatically completed the logic, and suddenly felt homesick, so he wanted to go home to take a look.

As a result, when he returned home, he found that everything was empty. The things in the manor had not changed. There was no dust or mess. It looked like someone had just cleaned it up.

But there was no one.

No one.

He panicked and went down the mountain to ask for information, but those people could neither hear nor see him. Until he listened to the conversations of passers-by around him, he found the inn where the white-robed monk lived.

Under the moonlight, the white-robed monk drank a sip of tea, turned around and glanced at him.

"Donor, is there anything?"

The minions who ignored him, the evil people who could not see him, and the people he had rescued all turned a blind eye to him along the way...

Young Master Hu laughed foolishly.

He laughed and cried again.

It turned out that he had died a long time ago.

****

The first ritual that Lin Shiheng took was that of Young Master Hu Yushanzhuang.

In order to protect the young children, Young Master Hu, who died young, fought a bloody battle with the bandits for a whole day. In the end, all the bandits died, and he himself died of exhaustion.

Young Master Hu died so young, and the elders of the Hu family almost cried their eyes out. Because of Lin Shiheng's ability to convert the five evil tigers, the owner of Hu Yu Manor came to him and asked him to help save his dead son.

Master Shiheng has always done good deeds regardless of size, not to mention that the owner of the manor also gave him money.

So he went to Hu Yu Manor, but found that Young Master Hu's soul was not there.

Probably trapped. A good man like him, if the living knew that he was dead, they would just refuse to believe it, and pray that it was not true. The wishes of the living fell on Young Master Hu, and he could not leave the underworld.

Take him to the places where he did good deeds in the past, let him see that the people he saved are living well, and he can leave with peace of mind.

It was the first time for Master Shiheng to do such a thing, so he was inevitably a little unfamiliar. In order to ease the unfamiliarity, he saved many people along the way.

When he took Master Hu's soul back to Hu Yu Villa, Master Shi Heng's reputation as a holy monk spread throughout the world.

But others didn't know that if they really compared saints, no one could compare to Master Hu, who had a pure heart and died early.

And no one knew that three months after Master Hu's death, Master Shi Heng had an invisible follower behind him.

This follower had a bitter face all day long, probably because he was shaved bald and could no longer wear a hairpin.

The great reputation of Master Shi Heng has always been spread in the world.

It is said that although he is young, he has extremely high martial arts skills, is very kind, and is determined to influence the evil people in the world.

And Master Shi Heng is also a capable person.

Since he appeared in the world, some evil people were influenced and surrendered under his leadership, while some chose to retire from the world and never appeared in front of people again. The world was very peaceful for a while.

Even hundreds of years after Master Shi Heng passed away, people were still talking about it.

How did Master Shi Heng influence those evil people? What kind of pure and kind heart should he have to influence so many extremely evil people?

Hearing this, people couldn't help but make a joke: "If you knew, how could Master Shi Heng be called a holy monk?"

[Ding! The vacation world ends, please choose: 1, vacation, 2, continue the mission. ]

"Continue the mission."

***

Lin Shi Heng opened his eyes, and the first thing he smelled was a smell of medicine.

He carefully received the memory.

Ancient farmer's son?