Murong Canghai glanced at Rong Fei in surprise. The scene when Rong Fei said that there is no distinction between people, only those who should be saved and those who should not be saved in the Paradise of Paradise is still vivid in his mind. Why did he treat the boy in front of him so much? But he acted so indifferently.
However, although he was confused in his heart, he did not hesitate in his hand. He probed the temperature of the boy's forehead and said after thinking for a while.
"He is too young and weak. Taking the elixir hastily will harm his life. It is better to put some spiritual power into his body and see the effect."
"Brother, just take care of it."
Rong Fei responded nonchalantly.
The boy glared at Rong Fei resentfully, and moved his mouth a few times but made no sound. He didn't know whether it was due to acceptance of his fate or fear in his heart.
Murong Canghai and Bai Zizai, monks who came from the Four Holy Lands, did not value the lives of ordinary people. However, firstly, the boy was indeed too young, and secondly, his experience was too tragic, so he still felt some compassion. , so he was cautious when entering the spiritual power, for fear of accidentally killing the boy.
After a long while, Murong Canghai reached out his hand to touch the boy's forehead again and said happily.
"The fever has gone away. As long as you rest more and eat more, you will be cured in a few days."
Entering the spiritual power can only help the boy reduce his fever, but it cannot make up for the physical weakness caused by the illness.
"Thank you big brother."
The boy's spirit improved a lot, and he bowed respectfully to Murong Canghai.
"The boy is quite clever!"
Bai Zizai came over and rubbed the boy's hair randomly and joked.
"Now that the disease is cured, it's time to get down to business. What is the relationship between name, age, and the corpse?"
Rong Fei pulled the boy to him and asked with a serious face.
"Hey, he's still a kid, don't scare him."
Bai Zizai said to Rong Fei dissatisfied.
"Officials are handling cases, and irrelevant persons should stay away."
Rong Fei glared at Bai Zizai sternly and scolded.
"I'm not as experienced as a lunatic like you."
Bai Zizai curled his lips and pulled Murong Canghai aside.
Seeing that the relatively friendly two people could not support him, the boy could only answer Rong Fei's questions honestly.
"My name is Cui Yin, I am twelve years old, um... um..."
The boy pointed at the corpse, but his eyes flickered to the side, and he hesitated for a long time before answering.
"She is Aunt Zheng, a widow."
"Widow? Then why did you call her mother just now?"
"Because I...I'm scared."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I was afraid that she would eat me. When Aunt Zheng rescued me from the collapsed house that day, I was already like this. I remembered that Aunt Zheng had a son named Zheng Bao before, but he fell ill and died, so I Impersonating Zheng Bao, and Aunt Zheng didn’t eat me as expected.”
Cui Yin lowered his head and replied half thankfully and half guilty.
"Look, let me just say that this kid is smart. If I hadn't just checked his bones and found that he has no talent for cultivation, I would have accepted this kid as a disciple."
Bai Zizai whispered to Murong Canghai.
Rong Fei glared at Bai Zizai, then turned back and continued asking.
"Why did the village become like this?"
"About...a month ago, a group of officers and soldiers rushed into the village, burned, killed and looted. It became like this."
"Everyone is dead? Are you the only one alive?"
"Yeah. My house collapsed and I was trapped underneath. I just escaped the killings by the officers and soldiers. My father, my mother and my sister were all killed by the officers and soldiers."
Thinking of the sad things, Cui Yin's eyes began to turn red again, but he managed not to cry.
Bai Zizai couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.
"I have long heard that Linzhou officials are inferior to bandits. After hundreds of years of banditry, a predetermined rule has been formed between bandits and the people. As long as each village and town makes regular offerings to the bandits, the bandits will be responsible for their safety. On the contrary, The officers and soldiers did not have so many scruples, and would come out every now and then to burn, kill, loot, and beat teeth to make sacrifices. After that, they only had to pin the charges on the bandits and they would have no worries."
"That's it"
Rong Fei held his chin and muttered, then stood up and patted the raindrops on his body.
"It's very late. Let's go back and rest early. We have to get up early tomorrow and go on the road."
After that, he walked in the direction he came from.
"What should I do with this kid?"
Bai Zizai asked, pointing at Cui Yin, and then pointed at the corpse ghost.
"And this thing."
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Burn it."
Rong Fei waved his hand without knowing how to do it.
But he didn't tell Cui Yin what to do.
"The village has become a ghost and cannot house any living people. Take it with you first, and we will find a way to resettle it when we get to a nearby city."
Murong Canghai suggested.
"That's all it can do."
Bai Zizai nodded, then with a finger, the flying sword pierced the corpse's head.
Murong Canghai raised his hand and was about to throw out a fire talisman to burn the corpse, but Cui Yin pulled the corner of his clothes and begged.
"Aunt Zheng has been kind to me. Please forgive me, Taoist Brother, for leaving her whole body."
Anyway, the remnant soul in the corpse ghost's body had been shattered by Bai Zizai's flying sword, and there was no possibility of doing evil again. Murong Canghai did not insist and put away the fire talisman.
"Thank you, Brother Taoist Master, thank you... Brother Sword Immortal, Cui Yin kowtows to you."
Cui Yin knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, then found a broken tile of suitable size and went to dig next to the corpse.
"Why bother."
Bai Zizai controlled the flying sword and dug a deep pit in the mud in a few breaths, and then helped Cui Yin put together and bury the widow's body and limbs in the pit.
"Aunt Zheng, although I lied to you, I also had my reasons. I hope you have a lot of money and don't blame me. I will definitely burn more paper money and ingots to honor you during the holidays in the future."
Cui Yin knelt in front of the shabby grave without a tombstone, kowtowed a few times, muttered a few words under his breath, stood up, and left with Murong Canghai and Bai Zizai.
Returning to the dilapidated house where they rested, Rong Fei was nowhere to be seen.
Murong Canghai and Bai Zizai didn't care. They took out food, heated it on the bonfire and handed it to Cui Yin.
The two people who had just killed the corpse ghost were so smoked that they lost their appetite.
After eating and drinking, Cui Yin lay down by the campfire and fell asleep.
Not long after, Rong Fei Shi Shi Ran came back.
"What are you doing?"
Bai Zizai asked.
Rong Fei smiled mysteriously and didn't answer.
Murong Canghai sniffed and frowned, noticing that Rong Fei's sleeves were stained with some dirt.
At dawn the next day, the four of them left the deserted village.
The sky was hazy, and the pattering autumn rain showed no sign of stopping. In the autumn rain, Cui Yin turned back three times with each step, looking at the gradually blurring outline of the village, feeling a little depressed.
A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the chill became stronger.
The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad!
After walking for half a day in the light rain, we bumped into two groups of horse bandits with more than ten people each.
Although there were only four people here, one big and one small, the horse bandits seemed to be aware of the danger and did not approach. They walked a short distance before riding away.
Looking back at the direction in which the horse bandit left, Rong Fei smiled slightly.
"We're afraid we've been targeted."
