Master Hu, who faced the murder scene, was greatly stimulated.
He doesn't think this person deserves to die. That wicked person did a lot of evil a few years ago, not only robbing the child to sell, but also beating the other person to death after being discovered by the parents of the child. Such a person, even if he was sent to the government, would be to be sentenced to death.
What Master Hu was struggling with was whether the master he followed was an eminent monk uploaded by Jianghu or a demon monk.
Every time something happens on the rivers and lakes, the bald masters are willing to actively help, but if someone is arrested, everyone is excited and expresses that when the other party is executed, intercede for those wicked people and let them be forgiven and forgiven. It is also these masters.
Because of this, Master Hu has always disliked the monks in Shaolin Temple.
They have spared the wicked, and who will forgive those who have been tortured to death by the wicked
If he hadn't pushed open the door and found that all the people in the villa had disappeared without a trace, but there was no news on the rivers and lakes, Master Hu would not have come to find this Master Shi Heng as his entourage.
He didn't even look at the calm water, he just squatted beside Lin Shiheng, "Master, don't monks not kill?"
"Amitabha."
The jade-faced monk said the Buddha's name, his tone was calm and unwavering: "The poor monk did not kill."
Master Hu: "..."
He has seen it twice and hasn't killed yet
"The poor monk just slapped the void, kicked a kick, and someone bumped into it himself, how can the poor monk be blamed."
Master Hu: "..."
Okay, you are highly skilled in martial arts, whatever you say is right.
The child who was taken as a hostage by the wicked was rescued, and Lin Shiheng left another 22 taels of silver as medical expenses. At this price, 22 taels is enough to cure the injury of the child and then raise the child's body to become fat.
Lin Shiheng rescued the child and "saved" the wicked. On the day of his departure, the simple people from the small town rushed to the door to see him off.
Those frosty faces were full of gratitude to the monks, because everyone knew that monks didn’t eat meat, and the people didn’t send chickens, ducks, or fish. They were all clean and fresh vegetables. Come.
Lin Shiheng declined.
Master Hu followed behind him, watching these simple people happy for them, but also feeling sad.
When he left, the people also sent him that way.
After a few years of hard work, they actually forgot about him.
Obviously he was standing behind Master Shi Heng, but he didn't even look at him.
Master Hu kept telling himself in his heart that it's nothing, he didn't save people and act as a chivalrous person for the sake of others' gratitude. It's good to have a clear conscience.
But what made him happy was that the child who was taken as a hostage by the wicked that day also came. He couldn't move his hands and feet, and was carefully carried by adults.
The child still had blood scabs on his face, but his eyes were bright. Instead of looking at the monk in white like an adult, he stared straight at Master Hu.
It's rare to have someone who doesn't ignore him. Master Hu was so happy that he waved his hand at the child with a smile.
"Little guy, do you remember me?"
"Brother Hu..."
"Hey! It's so cute!"
Master Hu and the monk in white went out. The people of the small town stood at the gate of the city watching them leave. The parents of the child heard their son muttering to Brother Hu, and their eyes turned red.
The child's mother squatted down and said to the child who was looking at the monk's back, "That's not Brother Hu, that's Master Shi Heng."
"It's Brother Hu, I remember it."
The child can't move his hands and feet, but his voice is very loud: "Brother Hu is like this. He is wearing black clothes, with a jade hairpin on his head, and the shoes under his feet are embroidered with auspicious clouds. He smiled very well, I remember it."
The expression of the child's parents suddenly changed.
"I'm afraid this child has hurt his head?"
"Yeah, where can the master have hair to wear a jade hairpin."
Young Master Hu here had no idea that someone behind him was discussing whether a monk could wear a hairpin, and continued to follow Master Shi Heng as agreed.
After transferring out of the small town, they began to walk towards the bustling area.
Along the way, the two also met a lot of people, some villains, some chivalrous people, and some simple people. Everything was no different from the rivers and lakes where Young Master Hu was roaming, but Master Shi Heng seemed to dislike contact with people. Always try to go to less populated places.
It doesn't matter, people with high martial arts have quirks, Master Hu expressed his understanding.
It's just that I don't know if it's a coincidence, their route can always coincide with the place where Master Hu once fought for the chivalrous and righteous.
Living in a small dilapidated village under the canyon, where women were once kidnapped by mountain bandits, Master Hu studied it for a few days, and finally waited until the day when the bandits dispersed, he killed the bandits and rescued all the women. .
The head of the family who settled on the waterside unfortunately overturned the boat while fishing on the boat, and he couldn't get to the shore with cramps in his calf. Master Hu went into the water regardless of the danger and rescued the person.
In a simple town, there used to be bullies in this town. They used martial arts to oppress the people and rob the girls. Master Hu killed the bullies and made the town clean.
Most of the time, he just did a good deed, and he basically wouldn't recall it later. After walking through these boundaries one by one, Master Hu remembered that he had helped so many people even when he was young and frivolous.
It's embarrassing to think about, he turned out to be such a good person.
But what hurt him was that the people he rescued at the expense of life and comfort didn't even remember him. Almost every time he reached a boundary, his eyes would fall on Lin Shiheng.
Well, Master Hu can accept it.
Think about it, even if he is himself, a chivalrous person who can only be said to be fair in appearance, and an eminent monk who looks like an immortal descended from the world, and his body is full of Buddha light, of course he will pay attention to the eminent monk and ignore the other person.
Master Hu quickly got used to everyone ignoring himself.
In fact, he didn't care about these false names. He walked through cities and villages, and saw that the people he helped back then were living well, and he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
When walking through one place after another where he had shot, those memories that Young Master Hu thought he had long forgotten came out one by one.
After being rescued by him, he worshipped a child who wanted to learn martial arts to help the world and save the people. He took care of an old grandmother who had no children and no daughters and caught the cold for two months. In order to protect his wife and daughter, he offended a strong man from a local bully.
In a few years, seeing their stable life, I will have a different feeling in my heart.
It was almost March, and the two were sitting on the boat. Young Master Hu sighed at Lin Shiheng, who was sitting on the bow of the boat while meditating.
"I'm really tired these days."
Lin Shiheng asked, "Where are you tired?"
"I'm tired everywhere."
Mr. Hu rarely sighed: "Since I have been in the arena, I have not stopped, and sometimes I want to take a good rest, but I always feel that if I continue to walk, I will save more people in the future."
He was born to everyone, and grew up with Jinyi and Yushi. Naturally, he didn't suffer much. Since he left Huyu Villa and wandered around, he almost had to suffer all his life.
"Since you feel tired, why do you want to go to the rivers and lakes?"
Hearing the monk's words, Master Hu smiled casually: "This is the tradition of our Huyu Villa. Every generation has people who go to the world to save people. I heard that my wife and grandfather were also saved by a chivalrous person who went to the village. This is the only way to survive. My grandfather told me that saving people is a good thing. It just so happens that young people like us also need experience. It can save people and experience it. Isn’t this killing two birds with one stone?”
"Also, saving people's lives is indeed a very happy thing."
He smiled while punting, and the smile looked rather silly.
Lin Shiheng didn't speak again.
It wasn't until the boat reached the shore that he said, "Here it is."
Master Hu has been talking to himself, "Speaking of what we're going to eat tonight, I'm really tired of making the noodle soup..."
After raising his eyes to see the scene in front of him, his words stopped abruptly.
In front of him was a forest that had obviously been burned by fire. The dead wood stood there in pitch black, with a few green leaves growing on the top of his head.
"Do you know this place?"
Lin Shiheng on the side asked him.
Master Hu stood at the same place at a loss, very puzzled.
"These trees, aren't these trees cut down by me?"
He found memories of the woods.
It seems to be an incident not long ago. The mountain bandits were in chaos here, and they even massacred an entire village. Master Hu originally wanted to do justice for the heavens, but he didn't expect to find out after the cottage, that the bandits in the village The children were left behind for their amusement.
There were too many people in the cottage, and he guessed that he could not beat him, so he went to the government to seek help from the government. Because of his caution, Young Master Hu went to eavesdrop on Master Guan in the middle of the night.
As expected, such a large mountain bandit force has not been eliminated for so long, it is indeed because of the collusion between officials and bandits.
One child would die almost a day. He didn't have time to think about anything else. He could only let the flying pigeon pass the letter and go home to ask for help. .
When Young Master Hu came back to look for it, he happened to see that the bandits drove the child into the forest and set the forest on fire.
later…
what happened
In his memory, as if to save the child, he killed the mountain bandit and cut down the tree.
But the trees are clearly cut down, why are these trees still standing here
Master Hu was in great confusion.
"My sword... where did my sword go?"
He had a splitting headache, and with a pale face, he reached out to touch the sword behind him, but found 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, they ran slowly, and a child was left alone. Master Hu found it and went back to find it, and found that the bandits wanted to drive the child into the sea of fire.
He has been able to roam the arena for so long and still be safe and sound, relying on his dexterity and skill.
But he had no way out.
He can fly by himself, but he can't take people to fly. If he leaves, there will be no life for the child.
Master Hu drew his sword and went up to meet him.
His martial arts are indeed high. He killed all the mountain bandits by himself, but to the end, he himself is no longer enough.
Young Master Hu could still vaguely remember how he felt before he died.
The whole body was cold, as if even the blood was cold, only the bloody wind blew with gentleness, blowing on his face, as if the mother who died young was touching him tenderly.
He only had time to say "Don't be afraid" to the crying child before he lost consciousness.
The moment before his consciousness disappeared, Young Master Hu looked at the sword that was broken in two and thought, what a pity this good sword is.
When he woke up again, he automatically completed his logic, and suddenly felt homesick, so he wanted to go home and have a look.
As a result, when I returned home, I found that it was empty everywhere. The things in the village had not changed, there was no dust or clutter, and it looked like someone had cleaned it up.
But no one.
None of them.
He panicked and went all the way down the mountain to inquire, but those people couldn't hear or see him, until he listened to the conversations of passers-by around him, and touched the inn where the monk in white lived all the way.
Under the moonlight, the monk in white drank a sip of tea, turned around and glanced at it lightly.
"Donor, is something wrong?"
Ignore the little bastards he speaks, the wicked who can't see him, along the way, the people who have been rescued by him turn a blind eye to him...
Master Hu laughed madly.
Laughing and crying again.
It turned out that he was already dead.
The first ritual that Lin Shiheng received was from the young master of Hu Yushanzhuang.
In order to protect the young child, Young Master Hu, who died young, fought bloody battles with the mountain bandits for a whole day. In the end, the mountain bandits died, and he himself died of exhaustion.
Young Master Hu died early at such a young age, and the elders of Hu's parents were almost blinded by tears. Because Lin Shiheng had mastered the ability of the five evil tigers, the owner of Hu Yuzhuang came to him and asked him to help save his dead son.
Master Shi Heng has always done good deeds regardless of the size, not to mention that the owner of the village gave him money.
So he went to Huyu Villa, but found that Master Hu's soul was not here.
He is probably trapped. A good person like him, when strangers know that he is dead, will only refuse to believe it and pray that it is not true. The wishes of strangers fall on Master Hu, which also leads him to fail. .
Take him to the place where he did good deeds and let him take a good look at the lives of those he saved, and he can leave with confidence.
It was the first time for Master Shi Heng to do such a thing, and it was inevitable that he was a little unfamiliar.
When he returned to Huyu Villa with Master Hu's soul, Master Shiheng's name spread throughout the rivers and lakes.
Only other people don't know, if it is really compared to the saint, no one can compare to that young 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 a follower that no one could see.
This entourage has a bitter face all day long, probably because his head has been shaved, and there is no possibility of wearing a hairpin anymore.
On the rivers and lakes, the illustrious name of Master Shi Heng has always been passed down.
It is said that although he is young, his martial arts are extremely strong, very kind-hearted, and determined to influence the wicked in the world.
And Master Shi Heng is also capable.
Since he appeared on the rivers and lakes, some wicked people have been influenced and surrendered to the crime under his leadership, while some chose to retire in the arena and never appeared in front of others. The rivers and lakes were very peaceful for a period of time.
Until a few hundred years after Master Shi Heng passed away, there are still people talking about it.
At this time, how exactly did Master Heng influence those wicked people, and what kind of pure and kind heart must he have to influence so many extremely wicked wicked people
Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh a few words: "If I let you know, how can Master Shiheng be called a holy monk."
【Ding! The vacation world is over, please choose: 1, vacation, 2, continue the mission. 】
"Continue the mission."
Lin Shiheng opened his eyes, and the first thing he smelled was the smell of medicine.
He took the memory carefully.
An ancient farmer