Zhou Ze remembered clearly what death felt like. He had once been pushed into the incinerator of a crematorium and burned to death.
Beforehand, the crematorium staff pierced his stomach with a steel hook to prevent his body from swelling and exploding during cremation.
That feeling was very similar to the feeling now that my chest was pierced.
pain
Of course it hurts.
But when the pain is too severe, you feel numb instead, just like when you are in a hospital having surgery and are given a partial anesthesia, you can only feel something fiddling with your belly through the curtain that blocks your vision.
Zhou Ze still wanted to resist, but his body was in a dead spasm. Even his eyelids became extremely heavy.
No matter how unwilling you are, no matter how much you resist,
eyelid,
It still ended.
… …
I slowly opened my eyes. There was dim light all around me. In front of me was a long marble table with messy patterns, but it gave people a sense of refinement.
Looking down, Zhou Ze found himself sitting on a chair, a throne, and he was leaning on it. Below his neck, he was wearing a white scarf, but it was more like a protection tied there when eating to prevent soup stains from staining his clothes.
Two hands, holding a silver knife and fork respectively,
In front of him was a clean white plate with a piece of grilled meat on it, steaming hot and dotted with lemon and cauliflower.
"Sir, I've sprayed the cauliflower with a blowtorch. It will taste like barbecue. I hope you like it."
The old man's voice came from the opposite side of Zhou Ze. He was also dressed in the same way and was cutting steaks and putting them into his mouth to chew.
"What does this mean?"
Zhou Ze didn't rush to eat and asked directly.
Didn’t you say you wanted to kill yourself
"There was a little accident." The old man picked up the drink beside him and took a small sip.
“Wow!”
The old man put one hand on the table and pushed the certificate towards Zhou Ze.
"I didn't expect the ID card to be damaged to this extent." After the old man said this, he continued to cut a piece of meat and put it into his mouth to taste it carefully.
"so?"
"So, I'm sorry, you can't die." The old man smiled and said, "Sir, you are really lucky."
"You're not going to kill me?"
"Yes, sir. Because the identity card left by the master cannot withstand the process of recognizing the master again, otherwise it will directly break and lose all its function."
The old man shook his head, raised his glass, and greeted Zhou Ze.
"So, congratulations, sir. It seems that what I said before was wrong. Today is indeed your lucky day."
Zhou Ze picked up the wine glass and looked at the clear red wine inside. He didn't rush to drink it, but asked:
"Is there no strange poison in this wine?"
"You are joking, sir."
Are you kidding
You said I was your new master.
Then what
A hand pierced right through my chest!
Who is joking
"Sir, please try my cooking. When the old master was alive, I was responsible for preparing his meals every day. Although so many years have passed, I don't think my cooking skills have deteriorated too much."
"There's no poison in the meat?" Zhou Ze asked with a smile.
"Sir, you worry too much. For me, it doesn't take that much trouble to kill you or torture you."
What you said makes a lot of sense, and I really can't refute it.
Zhou Ze cut a piece of meat with a knife and put it into his mouth with a fork to chew. He instinctively wanted to vomit, but unexpectedly found that the meat melted in his mouth and tasted excellent.
The most important thing is that I didn't feel nauseous at all.
"Is it delicious?" asked the old man.
"Sure." Zhou Ze replied.
"If it tastes good, eat more. As a chef, it is a very happy thing to have my dishes liked and eaten by many people."
The old man ate half a plate of meat, put down his knife and fork, took out a hot towel and wiped his hands.
Zhou Ze ate a few more pieces of meat and asked:
"What should we do next?"
"Sir, you are joking again." The old man smiled kindly again, "After dinner, you are free to leave. I will not restrict your freedom."
"Is it over like this?" Zhou Ze found it a little ridiculous.
"Yes, it's over." The old man affirmed.
"But I remember you said that the mansion master wanted a bad guy, right?"
"Yes, indeed."
"Just because the ID card is damaged, I get an exception?"
Really, just luck
"No, the Lord's will cannot be compromised in the slightest."
"I don't understand."
"The answer is in your heart," the old man reminded.
"I really hate the monk's witty way of chatting." Zhou Ze said.
The old man reached out his hand and patted his chest. "Sir, I feel the same way about this."
Zhou Ze's face suddenly darkened, as if he had thought of something. He immediately lowered his head, lifted the scarf around his neck, and exposed the left side of his chest.
There, it's empty.
"I applied the best ointment to the wound and it will heal in a few days without leaving any scars. I also treated the wounds on other parts of your body.
You don’t need to thank me or be polite to me.”
Thank you MMP!
"Where is my heart? Where is my heart!" Zhou Ze asked.
The old man pointed to the plate in front of Zhou Ze and said in a friendly manner:
“You said it tasted good.”
“Bang!”
Zhou Ze slammed the knife and fork in his hand on the table.
The old man picked up a cup of tea, rinsed his mouth, spit it out, and then slowly stood up.
“Without a heart, there won’t be so many worries, and you can live more comfortably.
A good person without a conscience is no good at all, don’t you think? "
Zhou Ze held the tablecloth tightly with both hands, raised his head and stared at the old man.
"You'd better kill me now."
The old man smiled slightly, "So, sir, do you want to say it again: Don't despise the young because they are poor?"
Then, the old man patted his chest lightly, took a breath of cold air, and pretended to say:
"It's really terrifying."
“… …” Zhou Ze.
"Sir, you have no chance to take revenge on me. My life span has already come to an end. When you leave this room, I will also disappear."
"Are you going to hell?"
"There is no place for me in Hell," the old man replied, "It is the final end."
Then, the old man pointed at the plate in front of Zhou Ze.
"Sir, do you need me to pack for you?"
Zhou Ze stood up, feeling an empty feeling in his chest. The big hole where the wound was was even more shocking, but he was not dead. To be exact, it was Xu Le's body that was not dead. He didn't even feel the slightest bit of pain.
Will the wound heal soon
Picking up the documents on the table, Zhou Ze walked out the door, but stopped halfway and asked:
"I'm very curious about who that Lord of the Mansion is."
"Ever since the Lord of the Mansion was deceived by the Bodhisattva who fled to hell, he no longer wants to mention his own name."
Although he didn't get an answer, Zhou Ze didn't want to stay here any longer. He pushed open the door in front of him and walked out. When he looked back, he found that the door he had just come out of was gone.
Behind him was a desolate graveyard.
… …
Inside the house, the old man quietly put away the dishes and cleaned the house again.
Then he spread his hands and patted the table.
"Come out."
A tiny golden monkey ran out from somewhere, jumped onto the table, and scratched the old man. It was very cute.
However, the body of this golden monkey seemed somewhat illusory and obviously not real.
"Although it is said that every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor, you did it this time. Even if the final consequence is on that baby, it should not be the object of your revenge.
If everyone pursues cause and effect and obeys cause and effect and acts in this way, then why do you, a little beast, need to pursue the great way
Eating and drinking, birth, aging, sickness and death, aren't these the things that follow cause and effect the most?"
The golden monkey shook his head and then nodded.
"Don't blame me for arresting your soul attached to the baby. Your three-hundred-year merit can be regarded as compensation for the child. Even if he is disabled, he can have a smooth life in the future. He can even become a normal person after surgery.
Don't feel that you have suffered a loss. Let this matter end here. Later, I will give you a new body, and you can leave. You can practice cultivation again or play around in the mountains and forests. Don't do what you did today again.
Even people who practice Taoism have five diseases and three deficiencies, let alone a little beast like you. Just think of this as a calamity on your way to practice."
After that,
The old man pushed open the door to the inner room.
There was nothing else in the small room except an ink painting hanging on the wall.
In the painting,
There is a towering mountain.
Nature is full of wonders, with yin and yang dividing day and night!
There was a man wearing a purple crown and a yellow robe standing on the top of the mountain.
The painting has turned yellow.
The person in the painting has also passed away.
Only the towering mountain in the painting still stands there, overlooking all the other mountains.
"Master, I have completed what you ordered."
The old man knelt down in front of the scroll.
The scene of their farewell in the past reappeared in his mind:
… …
"You old bastard, die later, hold on a little longer, and help me keep an eye on who this identity card will end up in the hands of. If he's a good guy, kill him and replace him with someone else!
I just believed those monks' lies and their nonsense about not becoming a Buddha until hell is empty, and my reputation has been ruined!
Anyone holding my ID card must not be a good person, or I will die with regret!"
"Master, what is a good person and what is a bad person
Good people can do bad things, and bad people can do good things.
There is a difference between good and bad. I am an old servant who is stupid and afraid of ruining the Lord's trust."
"You bastard, why are you making so many roundabout excuses? If you think he's not a bad guy, just kill him."
"Yes, I will obey your order."
… …
“Is he a good man?”
In the inner room, the old man kneeling there slowly raised his head, looked at the scroll and murmured:
"He is indeed a 'good' man,
But in my eyes,
A ‘bad’ person.”
As the old man spoke, his face began to darken, and yellow hair began to grow on his face and hands.
The face began to distort and turned into a hairy face with a thunder god's mouth!
This is an old ape!
Born in the wilds of Mount Tai, my life's ambition is to carry that Mount Tai.
The ancient saying goes: mountain-moving ape!
"My disciples have been practicing for thirty years, always willing to help others and diligent in their practice, yet they have suffered such a great disaster and such humiliation!
Relying on his human position, he didn't care and went straight up to beat it to death!
Why!
Why!
Just because he is a human being. He was a human being when he was alive!
Therefore, as long as all aliens threaten humans, no matter whether they are right or wrong,
Should they all be killed? Should they all die?"
The old man knelt down cross-legged.
Finally, he whispered:
“He’s on the human side, he’s a good guy.
The old slave stands on the side of the monkey clan, he is the bad guy.
hehe,
in the end,
But because of this, he was not able to die.
Lord,
Is this what you mean
Lord,
"I am here to follow you. For so many years, you must be uncomfortable without me by your side to serve and cook for you, right?"
The old man lost his vitality.
The ape's body sat there,
The golden monkey in the soul state ran out at this time, first knelt down and kowtowed to the old man's body, and then drilled into the old man's skin.
After a while,
From under the old man's clothes,
A small monkey, about the size of a palm, came out.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak…”
The little monkey called out several times in succession and then ran out.