"Xiao Xiang has been following me for many years, but he has never used the extraordinary talent I saw before. Probably because he has enough food and clothing, and no longer needs it," Yankong's face darkened, "Until one day..." Until one day One day, the master and the disciple were walking along a mountain path. Suddenly, a few men walked out of the forest beside the road and looked at the two of them with malicious intent.
Chai Xiang stared at the other person nervously like a frightened cat.
The man in front had a mustache, and his greedy eyes wandered over Chai Xiang: "What a pretty girl."
The person behind him licked the edge of his mouth: "It's so irritating, I'll choke."
Yan Kong gently pulled Chai Xiang, wanting to move forward to see if these people would let them go.
Just as he was about to pass the man in front, there was some commotion in the woods. Iwakong's muscles tightened, and he noticed something chilling from the corner of his eye.
There are many greedy eyes in the forest.
Chai Xiang also felt it. On her fresh and plump body, those people's eyes were like disgusting caterpillars, squirming and sliding on her body.
Her palms were cold, she touched Yankong's hand lightly, and whispered: "Robber..."
Suddenly, she thought of those robbers.
The blood of her family flowed around her feet, staining her cherished embroidered shoes red.
She held her mother's head, which was only connected to the body by a section of muscle and a layer of skin. She shouted at her mother's face, almost crazy: "Open your eyes! Mom! Open your eyes!"
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of the mother's mouth, her half-closed eyelids trembled, and she seemed to be looking at Chai Xiang uneasily.
Chai Xiang suddenly realized that her mother's departure was an unchangeable fact, so she held her mother's head and said to her: "Mom, please ascend to heaven."
Chai Xiang suddenly came back to his senses, and when he caught the gaze of the man in front of him, he suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.
The people in the forest understood that these two people had no power to resist, so they filed out of the forest, each one staring proudly at Chai Xiang, and even glanced at Yan Kong, thinking that he was in the way.
Yan Kong scanned it quickly and thought to himself: "Nine people."
He couldn't handle nine people.
But in the blink of an eye, Iwakong had several thoughts running through his mind, but none of them were useful.
The robbers on the narrow path were approaching, and he had no time to hesitate anymore, but he had no other choice but to escape.
At this time, Chai Xiang did something.
She stretched out her hands, with her palms facing the sky, as if holding something.
Then she said to the man in front of her: "Ascend to heaven."
Yankong could see it more clearly this time, because Chai Xiang's hand was right in front of him.
A transparent ball suddenly appeared in Chai Xiang's hand. The green trees behind the ball were reflected in the ball, twisting into a piece of crystal green.
Then, the greenery melted and shattered, shimmering with seven-colored rays of light, revealing peace.
The man was stunned, his eyes full of greed and lust suddenly became peaceful.
Yan Kong was shocked. The man must have seen something he didn't see, and his expression became extremely calm.
The man's eyelids suddenly lost muscle tension, his head tilted towards Chai Xiang's hand, and his whole body fell forward. Chai Xiang hurriedly stepped aside and let him fall to the dirt.
Everyone else was shocked. How could a good man die suddenly just when he was about to have fun?
Chai Xiang turned to another person.
"Ascended to heaven."
The man just hesitated for a while, looked at Chai Xiang's palm, and fell down almost immediately.
The thieves finally understood that something was wrong, their faces were no longer relaxed, and the weapons they had hidden were half exposed.
"That girl has sorcery!"
Someone said softly, with a wince.
"What are you afraid of? Let's kill her with one knife!"
Chai Xiang realized that there was murderous intent approaching behind her. She turned around and stretched out her hands: "Ascending to heaven."
Her voice was soft and melodious, as if she was gently persuading.
As a result, the two people fell down at the same time. Their expressions before death seemed to be completely relieved, with a smile of satisfaction.
The remaining bandits completely lost their fighting spirit.
They had no idea how their companions died.
This had never happened to them before, so they had no chance of winning.
In this case, they had no choice but to retreat.
The sooner the better.
Seeing that the robbers had escaped, Yankong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Xiaoxiang."
Chai Xiang shook his head gently: "I don't use it as much as I do, and I am already unfamiliar."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chai Xiang was startled and looked towards the roadside.
It turned out that there was still a young robber who had not left. He was sitting on the roadside and looking at Chai Xiang with interesting eyes.
With so many people staring at her just now, she didn't feel anything bad, but when the handsome young man in front of her looked at her, Chai Xiang's face immediately turned red.
Seeing that he didn't escape, Yankong asked curiously: "Are you a robber?"
"no."
"Are you with them just now?"
"yes."
Iwakong was confused now: "You are with them, but you are not a robber?"
"I have no relatives, and they were willing to take me in, so I followed them," the young man said. "Now that they have run away, I don't want to be with them anymore."
"Have you ever followed them to rob homes?"
"Yes," the young man said with a relaxed look, "I have killed people and taken money. I just raped women, but I have not tried it."
"That's it," Iwakong breathed a sigh of relief, "we bid farewell."
"Wait a minute."
The young man stood up and blocked the road.
Chai Xiang was nervous, pursed his lips and looked at the young man.
"This girl, I am ignorant. I don't know what method you used to kill them." He glanced at the four corpses on the ground. "I really want to know, so please let me try."
Chai Xiang looked at the young man carefully: "Why?"
"Because I want to take a gamble."
"If you didn't mean to harm me, I wouldn't do this."
The young man turned his head and felt annoyed for a while, then said, "Really?"
Then he pulled out the knife and pointed the tip towards Yan Kong.
The knife had probably gone through many years. The surface of the knife was covered with yellow rust, and there were residual blood clots on the edge.
"What if, just what if," the young man asked Chai Xiang, "I kill him?"
Without thinking about anything, Chai Xiang extended his palms to the young man.
The young man looked into Chai Xiang's eyes with firm eyes. As soon as their eyes met, the two of them were shocked at the same time.
The young man saw the deep soul in Chai Xiang's eyes, buried with endless sadness, so sad that one wanted to hold her and comfort her until she was no longer sad.
Chai Xiang was also shocked, because she saw a deep pain in the young man's eyes. He had also buried a painful past, and his fate was also tied to a fate that he could not extricate himself from.
The young man shook his head to keep himself calm: "Come on."
Chai Xiang raised his hand in front of the young man's eyes.
Yan Kong watched the changes quietly, neither agreeing nor objecting.
He respects the decisions of others, even if that person seeks death.
"Ascended to heaven!"
Chai Xiang whispered, as if coaxing a child to sleep.
No different from others, the young man's eyes lost their light and he fell down hard.
Yankong shook his head regretfully. He walked towards Chai Xiang and held her hand: "Let's go, Xiaoxiang."
Chai Xiang glanced at the young man on the ground again before leaving the place.
The master and apprentice left, leaving the five dead people behind.
"When those five people woke up this morning, they probably didn't expect that today would be their death anniversary."
Yankong thought, then glanced back.
At this glance, he was stunned.
The young man climbed up from the pile of corpses, stretched his body, and looked at them with sleepy eyes.
"He's not dead." Iwakong said softly.
Chai Xiang also turned around, with a look of surprise on his face.
The young man finally stood up straight and staggered towards them. When he came to Iwakong, he asked: "Have you ever seen what she has in her hand?"
Iwakora shook his head.
"That's heaven," said the young man.
Chai Xiang didn't respond. She hid the surprise on her face and looked indifferent.
"Taoist Master," the young man became more sincere, "please accept me as your disciple."
He knelt down, kowtowed several times, and begged Chai Xiang: "Sister, please say a kind word for me."
Chai Xiang looked at Yan Kong and expressed agreement with his eyes: "It's good to have multiple powerful people serving Master."
Yankong couldn't decide for a moment. He hesitated for a moment and then said: "Tell me your name first."
The young man said happily: "My surname is Duan, and my name is Zong."
"Duan Zong."
Yan Kong recited it again.
As they talked about old things, they didn't realize that the sun was already halfway down the mountain. The old Yankong lowered his head, suppressing the sadness that surged up.
Yun Kong patted his senior brother on the back: "It's getting late. I'm afraid of catching a cold, so let's go back."
Yankong nodded slightly, and Yunkong helped his senior brother up, took two empty bowls in one hand, and walked slowly towards the hut.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the five lonely tombs were silent.
