"Poverty Taoist...Poverty Taoist..." It seemed that there was something unspeakable, Lianfeng hesitated in his words, and even after mumbling for a long time, he didn't say anything about his ugly appearance. 2
Mao Sandao lit a cigarette and said with extreme contempt in his tone: "Why, you have the courage to kill a teacher, but you don't have the courage to tell the reason?"
Perhaps because Mao Sandao's words hit home, Lianfeng slowly stood up from the ground, with a hint of hatred on his face, and a trace of murderous intent in his hatred:
"Why kill him? I'm afraid I have to ask Banyun himself!" 1
Lianfeng changed his attitude and even changed the title of Master Banyun. Mao Sandao was a little surprised. At the same time, he inadvertently took two steps back: 6
"you……"
"If Ban Yun, that stinking old man, had something to do, he would ask Pindao to go to such a far place to buy him roast goose. If he didn't go, he would get very angry. 1
It was such a long journey, and there wasn't even a broken car. Pindao had to walk for a long time to buy it back, and what about him? In the end, I didn’t even have a word of gratitude!
Also, trees cannot grow without roots, and people cannot stand without ambition. Look at how dilapidated this Taoist temple is. The Taoist temple was about to collapse, and he was still thinking about those one or two bites of food, not at all about how to promote the sect. 1
People are poor and have short ambitions. What do you think a poor man can do by following him?
The poor Taoist wants to be famous all over the world and shine on his sect, but without him half-cloud around, the poor Taoist can't see the sky and can't get ahead! 1
If the old sheep doesn't die, the little sheep will have a hard time living, so Banyun deserves to die and must die. I thought he would die in the secret room, but he unexpectedly survived. Since no one else could kill him, I had no choice but to do it myself! "3
These words seemed to have been accumulated in his heart for a long time, and Lianfeng said them all without any hesitation.
After saying that, he let out a heavy breath.
Mao Sandao was really shocked by Lianfeng's words, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
I can't find the corresponding words to refute one or two.
Lianfeng paused and continued to add: "As the leader of a sect, you should think about the overall situation of the sect. Haven't you seen it? After his death, the entire Taoist temple took on a new look. Pindao vowed to carry forward the sect. Become the master of all sects in the world!" 1
Mao Sandao took a puff of his cigarette and sneered, "Is it really that important to be famous all over the world?"
"Is it important?" Liang Feng said carefully and seriously, "In my eyes, it is as valuable as one's wealth and life!"
Mao Sandao was speechless again.
Yes, for a person who values reputation so much, what else can't he do?
When a person's mentality has begun to become "distorted", then no matter what, he will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.
Mao Sandao said sternly: "You are too violent. Taoist Master Banyun may have asked you to buy roast goose on foot just to temper you. All of this is just your personal imagination." 1
Lianfeng immediately retorted sternly: "Bullshit, as a practicing Taoist priest, forgetting the "Three Refuges and Five Precepts", in the final analysis, it is just greed!"
Mao Sandao looked at the tomb of Taoist Banyun who was only ten meters away from them, and asked: "Even so, you shouldn't kill your master to achieve your goal. Aren't you afraid that everyone in the world will know about it, and you will be accused?" Everyone spurns and insults you?”
Lianfeng took a step forward and stared at Mao Sandao: "Only you and Pindao know about this matter, so Pindao hopes that the donor can keep it secret."
"Keep it secret?" Mao Sandao sneered, "Since you dare to do it, are you afraid of being known by others? Sorry, I can't do this!" 1
Lianfeng grabbed Mao Sandao's arm, his eyes became extremely sharp, like a beast lying in the grass staring at its prey: "You must keep this matter a secret for me!"
"What, you want to kill me and silence me?"
Mao Sandao pushed open the curtain wind path, took two steps back, and stared at the curtain wind carefully, not daring to be careless.
Seeing that Lianfeng looked like he was about to eat someone, he thought to himself that Lianfeng would definitely not let him leave Beiziling.
Lianfeng did have the intention to kill. He knew that only the dead can keep secrets forever.
But at the same time, he didn't know what to do.
Although he had followed Banyun for many years, Banyun had never taught him any killing techniques. Most of what he had taught him were spells to deal with monsters and monsters.
At this time, facing Mao Sandao, who was taller and stronger than him, he hesitated because he didn't know Mao Sandao's strength.
He guessed that if he took action rashly, he might be the one who would suffer.
When facing a powerful opponent, the first thing to do is to stay calm.
Or, pretend to be soft...
But from the intuitive feeling Mao Sandao revealed to him at this time, he knew that even if he didn't kill him today, he wouldn't let him go easily.
After thinking about it again and again, Lianfeng turned his head away, tried to open his eyes wide, and tried to let the cold wind blow into his eyes. 1
After a while, my eyes began to sting, and correspondingly, tears rolled in the corners of my eyes.
"I was wrong, please don't tell others, okay? I know what I did was treason and against the laws of nature. I know I was wrong. I am sorry for the master and the sect..."
"What are you..."
The sharp contrast between the "disfiguring style" of the curtain wind made Mao Sandao suddenly confused.
He really wanted to seek justice for Taoist Banyun, but at this moment, his mind went blank and he didn't know what to do.
Seeing that Mao Sandao didn't speak, Lianfeng grabbed Mao Sandao's arm again and begged: "I beg you, can you keep it a secret for me? Please, please!"
Na Lianfeng's face was covered with tears, and Mao Sandao didn't know whether it was regret or a ploy to get too involved in the drama.
Mao Sandao shook his head, broke away from Lianfeng's hand again, and said coldly: "Taoist Master Banyun must regret accepting you as his disciple. He will not feel at ease under Jiuquan!"
"I know, I'm sorry, Master." Lianfeng raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears and slowly walked towards Banyun's tomb.
"Master, I'm sorry for you, can you forgive me? I know I was wrong..."
After saying that, Lianfeng lay on the top of Banyun's grave and kowtowed heavily.
Mao Sandao stepped forward, not knowing what to say.
He looked at Banyun's grave with a complicated heart, remembering all the words Taoist Master Banyun had said to him before, his lips opened slightly, but he hesitated to speak. 1
Taoist priest, do you already know everything?
Did you already see that Master Lianfeng wanted to harm you and didn't choose to pursue him?
You must not want anyone to avenge you, right?
After all, he is your only disciple, and in your heart, you must regard him as your only relative, right?
If that's the case, can you tell me how I should choose? How can I know what you think?
Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew over Mao Sandao's face, lifting the bangs on his forehead.
The two roast geese that he had stood on the grave before seemed to have been poked by someone with a finger and fell to the side.
Mao Sandao didn't think this was a coincidence. He looked at the two roast geese and seemed to understand something in a daze.
This is probably the answer Taoist Master Banyun gave himself...
"I understand..." Mao Sandao bowed deeply, slowly turned around and left.
After three or two steps, he paused again and turned his head slightly: "Lianfeng, I want to know, since you killed your master, why didn't you choose to leave? Why are you still staying in Beiziling?"
Lianfeng didn't look back. He took a deep breath and looked a little confused: "I...have nowhere to go."
"Then you shouldn't kill your master." Mao Sandao straightened his body and continued to move forward, "You can take care of yourself!" 1
Good afternoon,
Lianfeng gritted his teeth and slowly stood up, and a few words popped out from between his teeth: 2
"Never let a third person know about this!" 3
