Walking over with Tang Zongbo were several disciples of the Ren generation who were already disciples of Xuanmen. Most of them are middle-aged, and when faced with grudges, they are not as impulsive as young disciples.
However, not all young disciples rushed forward.
There was one person who didn't move—Wen Ye.
The thirteen-year-old boy has grown more than half a head taller than when he first met on the Hong Kong cruise ship, but he is still the youngest disciple of Xuanmen. At this moment, he is standing behind Zhang Zhongxian, walking with his master Hai Ruo, even though he is In the crowd, but facing the disciples who turned around in front of Tongmi, he still stood out.
But Wen Ye's eyes have been staring at the ground in front of him since he walked over.
Ahead, on the road where the disciples were getting out of the way, Tongmi was lying on the ground, his head and face bloody, and the ground in the front yard was stained red with blood from the knife wounds on his broken arm and back. Wen Ye's eyes fell on him, and the moonlight shone on his shoulders, but could not see his buried face.
He walked past Tang Zongbo and walked straight to Tongmi. He turned him over on the ground and squatted down, "Hey, wake up."
The boy's voice was cold, so indifferent that no emotion could be heard.
There is only one breath left in Tongmi, how can Wen Ye's voice be heard at this time
"Hey, wake up." Wen Ye squatted beside Tong Mi and repeated these words, but suddenly he felt heartbroken.
However, Tongmi remained motionless and unresponsive.
The disciples looked at Tang Zongbo, who was sitting in a wheelchair without saying a word, and then at Wen Ye, who was squatting on the ground. Tang Zongbo came forward in his wheelchair, leaned down, and could see the fluctuations of vitality in his palms, and then he pressed his palms on Tongmi's Dantian.
The disciples looked at him in shock. The old man straightened up and stepped back. After a while, a pair of dazed eyes slowly opened on Tongmi's bloody face.
The disciples were a little nervous when they saw that Tongmi had woken up again and was actually not dead. But thinking about how his great uncle could force him to be so seriously injured when he was at his peak, it would be very difficult for him to cause any trouble at this time. Therefore, the disciples were on guard, but did not pull Wen Ye away. They just stood slightly closer to Tang Zongbo and Wen Ye.
"Hey, how did my master die and where are the bones?" Wen Ye squatted beside Tong Mi, looking into his dazed eyes, his voice was still too light to detect any emotion.
Tongmi stared straight at the night sky with his eyes wide open, his eyes bloodshot, as if he was still looking forward to death. But after listening to Wen Ye's words, his eyes moved for a while. He slowly rolled his eyes and looked at Wen Ye.
"Where are my master's bones?" Wen Ye asked patiently.
Tong Mi looked at Wen Ye, and his eyes gradually became brighter, but the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled up, and the flesh on his face was bleeding, and he looked hideous and terrifying. He trembled and coughed up blood, but he didn't seem to want to speak, but was laughing.
Wen Ye squatted on the ground, his body seemed to be shaken, and his calm voice finally became a little deeper, and he was shaking slightly, "Six years ago in Singapore, Yu Jiuzhi colluded with you to kill my master! Where did he die? His bones Where!"
There was a look of pleasure and ridicule in Tongmi's eyes. He had killed countless people in his life, and the people who died at his hands were everywhere. How could he remember so many of them
His eyes angered the Xuanmen disciples, "You bastard! What kind of eyes are you looking at!"
Several disciples could not suppress their anger and couldn't help but step forward. But Wen Ye stopped him with one hand, lowered his head and shouted angrily, "Don't beat him to death!"
His head was lowered, no one could see his face clearly, and the disciples were all stunned.
Wen Ye suddenly punched himself! This punch did not hit Tongmi's face, but hit him next to the face. With a dull sound, the green bricks on the ground cracked instantly, and blood could be seen seeping through in the moonlight. "Speak! My master's bones." Where! Or, who knows!”
Tongmi still pulled the corners of his mouth with a ferocious ghost-like smile.
"Where is my master!" Wen Ye shouted again, this time punching Tongmi in the face! Tongmi's whole body trembled, and blood splattered on his already rotten face.
Tongmi spurted blood from his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were still pulled after spraying.
"Bang!" Wen Ye punched again, "Where is my master!"
This time, a punch hit Tong Mi on the bridge of his nose, and a slight "click" was heard in the dead silence. Tongmi rolled his eyes and stopped breathing, but still didn't answer.
"boom!"
"Where!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Where! Where! Where!"
In the yard, apart from the banging of fists, there was the boy's hysterical voice, dull, roaring, and slightly crying.
However, no one answered him, and he never received an answer. By the time the disciples pulled Wen Ye away with red eyes, Tong Mi's face was already deflated, with a hole as big as a boy's fist sunken into his entire face.
Tongmi is dead.
There was another long silence in the yard, and the only thing that could be heard was the boy's muffled crying.
I want to comfort him, but I don't know how. Wen Ye grew up without a father or mother, and grew up with his master. In his mind, his master was his father. Now, Master has been away from home for many years, and his body cannot be found. Even though he took revenge, he still cannot return his body to his hometown. No one knew how to comfort Wen Ye. Originally, Xuanmen could be said to have won a great victory by killing Tongmi and the descendants who came to Beijing, but at this moment, no one could cheer. The dead Aqin was still lying on the ground, and the thirteen-year-old boy's shoulders were still shaking.
The autumn wind passed by, making people feel unspeakably dull.
But things that should be dealt with must be dealt with.
Yi Ni was still unconscious and was carried out from the living room by the disciples and placed in the car. Xia Shao worked the hardest tonight. Now that he was tired, Xu Tianyin took on the responsibility of disposing of Tongmi's body. As for the blood baby, Tang Zongbo decided to practice salvation and make a book of salvation. He brought the little girl's ashes back to Hong Kong and enshrined them in a Buddhist temple with strong incense. The eminent monks chanted sutras every day, hoping that the innocent soul could be transcended and reincarnated.
It was only when the disciples went to move the body of the blood baby that they discovered that the man in golden armor had withdrawn, but the evil spirit of the dragon scales was still binding her. Xia Shao took back the evil spirit, but unexpectedly, as soon as the dragon scale was sheathed, two disciples stepped forward and were about to move the little girl, but the little girl suddenly opened her mouth!
With a scream like a baby crying, he opened his mouth and bit a disciple!
The disciple was so shocked that he forgot to move - this blood baby had been nailed to the heavenly spirit and the heart by the man in golden armor, and most of the head and heart were rotted away. Just looking at it made him panic, how could he not be dead yet? ? !
The disciple was shocked at first, and then despair surged into his heart. In his mind was Ah Tan's face when he fell, and he felt that he would have to answer here tonight...
But at this moment, a ray of golden light came, followed by the boy shouting angrily: "Bind!"
The fly whisk hit the blood baby's head with a golden light. This time, the blood baby's mouth closed and he fell straight down.
There was silence.
The rescued disciple had not yet come to his senses, but the other disciples looked at Wen Ye in shock. Even Tang Zongbo and Zhang Zhongxian looked a little surprised. Wen Ye's master Hairuo's mouth was open, which was completely inconsistent with her usual gentle and loving appearance.
Xia Shao had long since straightened up from Xu Tianyin's arms. Because she was tired, she had stayed far away and stood at the outermost edge. When the blood baby screamed and bit, it was actually only a blink of an eye. Wen Ye was the closest, but who I didn't expect that he would take action faster than anyone else.
That's all. Everyone can see clearly that the golden light was swung out with a whisk, and it was the golden auspicious energy transformed by Yuan Qi. Only those who can achieve this level can refine Qi and transform into God.
Before tonight, and even just now, Wen Ye was still in the state of refining Qi.
When was it promoted
Not even Tang Zongbo, Xia Shao and Xu Tianyin noticed it!
Xia Shao looked at Wen Ye's back and frowned while the disciples were still shocked. With her clairvoyance, she could naturally see that the flow of vitality in this boy was extremely chaotic, and he indeed swayed twice, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood!
"Xiao Yezi?!" While Hai Ruo was still shouting, Xia Shao rushed over in one stride!
However, Xu Tianyin arrived one step earlier than her and took over to support Wen Ye. Xia Shao felt warm in her heart. She felt sore after drawing the talisman tonight. She really couldn't lift it up at this moment. This man was always so attentive at any time.
But she didn't have time to be touched by this now. Wen Ye's situation seemed a bit like a sudden attack on his heart. In other words, it was like a prelude to becoming obsessed.
Tang Zongbo came over and took a look at his pulse. The powerful Qi in his palms covered Wen Ye's Dantian for a while. It wasn't until Wen Ye's pale face improved a little that the old man sighed and said, "This kid can't even dare to advance." Such chaos."
When the disciples heard this, their expressions couldn't help but be moved.
Wen Ye's cultivation level is at the top level of refining Qi and transforming into God. With his talent, no one has doubted that he will be able to refine Qi and transform into God. It’s just that at any time, improvement requires an opportunity. Tonight might not be the opportunity. It was just that when he saw his fellow disciples in danger, he was so angry that he broke through forcefully and hit the talisman. However, his body did not naturally improve under normal conditions. He could not bear the sudden improvement for a while, which caused his energy to go astray. The road was blocked and there was a backlash.
"Take him back to have a good rest." Tang Zongbo said, "I also brought the old ginseng with me when I came here, and let him use it again."
Tang Zongbo brought that wild ginseng to Beijing because he was afraid that one of his disciples would be seriously injured this time. It was a tool to replenish vitality and protect one's life. Unexpectedly, it was actually used.
Hairuo didn't know whether to be happy or crying. He took Wen Ye over distressedly and carried him to the car with his disciples.
The disciples moved Tongmi's body last, but while moving, they heard exclamations again.
"What's wrong?" The disciples were so frightened by what happened tonight. When they heard this exclamation, they all took out the talisman in their hands and almost turned around and shot it out. But when he turned around, he saw that the disciple was not doing anything at all. He was just staring at the side of Tongmi's body with an angry look on his face.
Everyone gathered together and took a quick look, only to see that Tongmi's intact hand had a strange talisman drawn with his own blood at some point. The stiff finger pointed straight in one direction. That direction was exactly the direction where the blood baby was bound.
This old guy wants to support him until he dies!
The viciousness is so vicious that it makes people grit their teeth.
When he was drawing the talisman, it should be when Wen Ye asked him and beat him. At that time, everyone's attention was on Wen Ye. He was a dying man and was so seriously injured that even Wen Ye was unable to beat him. Fight back, who would have thought that this old man could still lay a trap before his death
The disciples looked at each other. Because they felt that the old man was too cruel, even if they knew that he was dead, no one could feel relieved, so several disciples volunteered to follow Xu Tianyin and drove to the Anqinhui site. At the crematorium, I saw Tongmi’s corpse turned into ashes with my own eyes, and then I felt relieved.
Although Xuanmen and Tongmi had a bloody feud, the grudge was settled now that Tongmi was dead. The disciples brought Tongmi's ashes back to the club together with the ashes of the masters. With so many ashes, it would be troublesome to take them back to Hong Kong. In the end, Tang Zongbo decided to use the Xuanmen method for seventy-seven and forty-nine days to remove the resentment from these people, and then send them to the nearest Buddhist temple in the capital for burial. May these people be buried in the next life. Stop doing evil and killing innocent people.
Because they had to practice the method, Xuanmen and his party decided to stay in the capital and wait for the salvation practice to be completed before returning to Hong Kong.
However, Ah Tan's body was not cremated. Instead, a mourning hall was set up in the club. Wait for seven days before burial. Everyone decided not to tell his old mother about Ah Tan's matter. The old man was old and in poor health, so he might not be able to withstand the blow.
The disciple Aqin rescued was named Lu Hua. They were both disciples of the Wang family. They started their apprenticeships only one year apart. They had a very good relationship with each other. Lu Hua decided that he would hide this matter from A Tan's mother, and he would take care of the old man until his death.
However, after all, this matter can be hidden for a while, but not forever. All the Xuanmen disciples who came to Beijing have returned to Hong Kong, but Ah Tan has not. How should I tell the old man
The disciples were in trouble. Xia Shao was sitting on the sofa, with a tired look on his face, but he said: "Lu Hua, go back and tell the old man that Aqin is very talented. After he came to Beijing, I saw that he could be made." I accepted him as my disciple. In the future, he will follow me to practice in the capital. If he doesn’t leave as a teacher, he won’t be able to go back to visit the old man often. This is part of cultivating the mind. I hope the old man understands. But he will often write letters back. "
As soon as Xia Shao said these words, everyone in the room was stunned.
Take on a disciple
Indeed, it's a good excuse.
But no one expected that the title of Shishuzu's disciple would finally fall on Aqin.
Since the sect was cleaned up, it goes without saying that Uncle Shi has gained prestige in the sect. It is precisely because of her prestige and cultivation that her disciples look up to her, that many disciples are discussing and watching in private, wondering who will be attracted by her and accepted as a disciple. Ever since they learned about Xu Tianyin's family background, the disciples all knew that Xu Tianyin would not take over as the head of Xuanmen due to his status as a member of the Xu family. The next generation patriarch of Xuanmen can only be Xia Shao.
Xia Shao's disciples will be his direct disciples in the future. Inheriting the secrets of Xuanmen and passing on the sect's incense, he will be the next generation of Xuanmen's patriarch in the future.
The disciples guessed that Xia Shao might choose him from the sect, or he might see a child with good qualifications outside one day and bring him back to the sect to teach him personally. But after much guessing, no one could guess that her first disciple was actually A Tan.
The disciples opened their mouths and looked at Xia Shao. It wasn't that they couldn't accept Ah Tan as Xia Shao's disciple, but they didn't know whether she meant what she said.
You know, the direct disciples of Xuanmen have always been proud of their talents, but since they are from the same sect, they naturally know that Aqin's talents are average. Although he is no longer around, accepting disciples is still not a piece of cake according to the sect's rules. The direct disciples must be included in the inheritance list, and their names will always be on the list of Xuanmen successors, which can be seen by future generations of disciples. Xia Shao chose a disciple with average talent to be her disciple. Does she care that later generations of disciples will always use this disciple with average talent to torture her about her vision
Tang Zongbo looked at Xia Shao and asked, "Have you decided?"
"Is this still a joke? No matter how much I love to joke with you, I will never joke about such a big thing." Xia Shao lowered her eyes.
"Okay!" Tang Zongbo nodded. The old man's eyes were approving, his tone was emotional, and his expression was moving, "Okay! Then it will be as you wish!"
Zhang Zhongxian also nodded at the side, with an equally moved expression, "Then wait until the seventh day of Aqin's lunar month, and then hold a master apprenticeship ceremony when he is buried. Even though the person is gone, the due ceremony must still be given to him."
"The ashes were brought back to Hong Kong and buried in a good Feng Shui place." Tang Zongbo continued, "The sect will be responsible for the service."
Xia Shao nodded slightly. She had a lot of savings, and she would treat them as if they were given to Ah Tan, and transfer them to the elderly account to ensure that the elderly would have no worries in their later years. If she has the opportunity to go to Hong Kong, she will also visit the elderly.
The disciples were all moved when they heard the decisions of Tang Zongbo, Xia Shao and Zhang Zhongxian. If Yu Jiuzhi was around, how could the dead disciples be treated like this? Even if a person gets nothing after death, such posthumous arrangements are still touching.
Lu Hua's eyes were red. He stood up and kowtowed three times to Tang Zongbo and Xia Shao, "On behalf of A Tan, I would like to thank the master, the master, and the great uncle!"
Xia Shao turned her body slightly to one side, unwilling to accept this gift. What's there to be thankful for? If Ah Tan could live, he would never want to die. The name of a direct disciple is just a false name for him. As for those offerings, that’s what they should be. No amount of compensation can be compared with a person's life.
"Get up, your head should be kneaded by Ah Tan. He saved this life. You can guard him in the mourning hall for these seven days." Tang Zongbo sighed.
Lu Hua wiped her tears and nodded heavily.
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During the seven days of keeping watch over Ah Tan's body, the religious rituals performed by the masters to relieve grievances will naturally be postponed to the back and cannot be arranged together.
Tang Zongbo will take charge of the matter of practicing transcendence, and Xia Shao does not need to worry about it. But during the first seven days of A Tan's life, Xia Shao still asked for leave from school. In any case, this is the disciple she recognized, and it is right to keep vigil for him.
Xu Tianyin also wanted to take leave, but Xia Shao drove him back to the military area. Unlike her, he has a public official position and must consider the impact no matter what. It was not easy for him to reach this point. Xia Shao did not want him to be grabbed by his pigtails and accused of abandoning public service for personal reasons.
Xu Tianyin can come back even if he returns to the military area for the weekend. Xia Shao will handle the club affairs and does not need his help at all. Xu Tianyin naturally couldn't resist what she insisted on, and Tang Zongbo also meant the same thing, so he returned to the military area at noon the next day.
Xia Shao spent most of the time in the club in the mourning hall, and the rest of the time went to see the recovery status of Yi Ni and Wen Ye.
Yi Ni was injured by Yin evil that night, and it was not easy to recover. She had to give her wild ginseng slices for two days before she woke up. The first thing he asked after waking up was: "Is that bitch dead?"
Xia Shao knew that she would definitely ask, but when she heard this, she frowned slightly and said, "Dead."
Dead indeed.
That night, although Xia Shao knew that the mysterious man had taken Yi Tina away from Tong Mi, and that he had taken her to a residential house to cure the golden silkworm poison, she had no time to pay attention to these two people that night.
When the matter was settled, Xia Shao and Xu Tianyin rushed over early the next morning, but the place was already empty.
To be precise, only the man left.
What was left in the room was Yi Tina's body. Yi Tina did not die from the golden silkworm poison. Her belly was normal when she died, and the poison was cured. The cause of her death was heart failure.
Yitina's heart was dug out, and blood flowed all over the floor. She stared straight at the head of the bed, as if she couldn't believe until her death that a man would treat her like this. No one knows what her state of mind was like at the last moment of her life. All she had left were empty eyes and an empty heart.
Xia Shao and Xu Tianyin did not deal with Yi Tina's body, but took a look at it and then left. As a result, in the past few days, there has been a major case in Beijing that has caused panic. A woman whose heart was ripped out died in a rental house. The police intervened in the investigation. Regarding this case, there have been rumors such as love murder and human body parts ( Forbidden words) various expressions of official buying and selling.
After Yi Ni heard about Yi Tina's death, she lay on her bed and laughed weakly, "You deserve it! Back then she helped a wild man she just met to dig out the hearts of her fellow sisters, and today it was her turn to have their hearts dug out and die." !Retribution! Retribution!”
This smile was filled with two parts of hatred and one part of joy. In the end, Yi Ni smiled and cried. I don’t know whether she was crying to avenge her mother, or whether she was crying that even if she was avenged, she would never be able to replace her mother or return to the village.
Xia Shao quietly exited the room, while Ren Yini vented her emotions over the years in the room.
But as soon as she left the room, Xia Shao was stunned.
In the corridor at the door of the room, Hai Ruo stood there, seemingly waiting for her.
"Is Xiao Yezi awake?" Xia Shao asked. Wen Ye's condition was more serious than Yi Ni's. He forced a breakthrough and his body was under great pressure. He needed to rest. He had slept for two days and still hadn't woken up.
"Not yet. The head master said that he might have to sleep for four or five days." Hai Ruo smiled worriedly and said, "Uncle, do you have time?"
As soon as Xia Shao heard this, she knew that Hai Ruo wanted to see her for something, so she nodded and took her to the tea room of the club. The club was still on holiday and none of the employees came. Xia Shao went to get tea and hot water by herself, made two cups of tea, put one cup in front of Hai Ruo, and then asked: "What's the matter?"
Hai Ruo lowered his eyes, his gentle brows and eyes looked a bit melancholy, and his expression seemed hesitant to speak, as if it was difficult to speak.
"If you have anything to say, just say it." Xia Shaoduan looked at her expression and said, "If it's Xiao Yezi's problem, you don't have to worry too much. Since Master said he is fine, he will be fine. He just needs to sleep for two more days. That’s all.”
"That's not the case." Hai Ruo raised his eyes, looking a little worried, but he still took a deep breath and said as if he had made a lot of determination, "Uncle Master, I have a merciless request. I want to ask you You... accept Xiao Yezi as your disciple!"
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Hmm, I'm a math person and I did the math with my fingers. I updated it to 11,000 today, and it seems I still owe 6,000.
I will continue to do double updates tomorrow. With Sister Shao’s blessing, I will always finish it one day.
I'll finish the six thousand in the first update tomorrow, make a fist! If it’s still missing, we’ll get it the day after tomorrow!
ps: There are still four days until the end of the month. Girls, take a look at the votes and vote for as many as you want.
Chapter 55: The death of Tongmi, Sister Shao accepts a disciple (second update)