He was a little heartbroken at this time, Master Huiyuan Zen Master was so good to him, but all along, he used his father, aunt, aunt and grandfather's hatred to fill his body and mind, and devoted all his energy to avenging them, completely leaving Master's revenge behind.

This feeling really made him feel embarrassed, he couldn't understand why this happened, and the master cared for him a lot.

After thinking about it, he can only use blood relations to prevaricate himself, so that the knot in his frustrated heart will not become more and more entangled.

"Master, I want to avenge you!" Zhuo Yifan said to himself.

However, he realized that the most important thing now was to find evidence of the assassination of the master, that is, to identify the fact that the master was the real murderer behind the scenes, because at this time, many disciples in the Bodhi Temple were still inclined to believe what the master said that he was the murderer of the master.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan clenched his fists vigorously, the feeling of being wronged was too uncomfortable. In the past, he had to endure it because he was soft-spoken and his martial arts were low, but now when his fists are hard enough, he can no longer bear it.

Soon, the setting sun slowly sank into the western sky, leaving only a slight halo, colorful and weak.

Zhuo Yifan shook the blood-drinking sword in his hand and began to walk towards the flank of Bodhi Temple.

As the light dimmed, Zhuo Yifan merged with the vast night, and after coming to the side wall of the Bodhi Temple, he jumped into the courtyard.

At this time, there was still the sound of footsteps in the Bodhi Temple, and as far as he knew, it was the preparation of everyone before going to bed.

In order not to be discovered, he hid in a firewood house, a place where almost no one would haunt at night.

After about an hour, the Bodhi Monastery became silent, as dead as a wilderness.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan's stomach was already rumbling, he hadn't eaten for most of the day, and his body was thirsty and hungry.

So with the residual memory, he quietly got into the soup kitchen.

After some searching, he still found some food, and these foods were hardly any change from what he had eaten in the Bodhi Monastery a few years ago.

Eating these things, the scenes in the Bodhi Temple in the past began to flash in my mind again.

The first thing that appeared was when he first came to Bodhi Temple, when he was still disrespectful to his master Huiyuan, but he was not angry at all.

He remembered that the master advised him to take refuge in Buddhism, and he was very angry when he heard it, thinking that the world of flowers was so good, and he hadn't enjoyed enough as a mortal, how could he see through the red dust and become a monk?

Now that I think about it, if I had listened to my master's words at that time, I had really become a monk and no longer wandered in the dust, maybe I wouldn't have let my family suffer an unwarranted disaster, my father and aunt would not have died, and Zhuo Jian Villa would not have been baptized in blood.

All the bloody rain in the rivers and lakes may not appear, and so many people will not die innocently.

Qi Ruoxuan and Yue Linglong may not die of incense and jade, and they will be separated from themselves from yin and yang. And Situ Yuer's family will not suffer from changes, and her life and death are unknown, and her whereabouts are unknown.

Grandfather Mu Liangsheng may not have been assassinated by Duan Yifeng and Zhuo Yi, he is recuperating at this time and enjoying this family fun.

And all the bad things happened now, because I didn't listen to my master Huiyuan Zen Master and became a monk.

Zhuo Yifan, who was eating, suddenly had a severe cramping in his heart at this time, and the psychology of attributing all the faults to himself reappeared at this moment.

He knew in his heart that this kind of thinking was just his wishful thinking, taking all the blame on himself, and it was a kind of masochistic psychology, but he couldn't help but think like this.

This kind of thought is like a ghost, constantly knocking on your heart, constantly reminding yourself that you are an ominous person who will bring unwarranted disasters to others.

Now he was in pain again, banging his head against the board with all his might, making a dull noise, and like a masochist, he let himself indulge in the misery around him, constantly torturing himself.

A little, Zhuo Yifan, who was wearing a cloak, stopped impacting, because he remembered the words that Situ Yu'er enlightened him, and at this moment, it was like a twilight drum and morning bell, striking in his heart.

"Yes, it was these tragic things that hit me and made me miserable, not my presence that caused these tragic things to happen. If it weren't for me, these tragic things would still have happened, and I just happened to encounter them. Zhuo Yifan followed Situ Yuer's words of enlightenment and comforted himself.

After some self-suggestion, his depressed and frustrated heart suddenly became brighter.

At this time, he missed Situ Yuer even more, the person who could bring him positive psychological hints.

Zhuo Yifan was still eating the meal in the fragrant soup kitchen, and the scenes with his master, Zen Master Huiyuan, began to appear in his mind again.

One thing after another, then I went to the evil cave in the back mountain, and then the master sent me to observe the meditation mantra and the meditation mantra, and then entrusted the Nine Dragons blood-sucking Zen staff to himself.

The scenes of the past are like yesterday, but they have long been different from people, leaving a break from everything, which is sentimental.

After reminiscing about Master, he thought of Huya, that very young adult, once upon a time, he gave him the most help, saved himself several times, and constantly took care of himself in the Bodhi Temple. It's just that he has long been kicked out of the Bodhi Monastery now, and he doesn't know where he is going.

There is also a dumb-headed Mudun monk, who has a good relationship with himself, and should still be in the Bodhi Temple now, but the current Bodhi Temple is an idiot monk, and his junior brother is controlled by the monk, and the wooden dun is definitely not very good.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Yifan also finished his fasting meal and walked out of the soup kitchen with infinite sadness.

He walked gently in the courtyard of the Bodhi Monastery, trying not to make any noise so as not to disturb the others.

When I came to a room, I found that there was a faint light inside, and there was a constant clicking sound coming from inside.

It's so late, who is doing what, aren't you afraid of affecting other people's rest?

Zhuo Yifan looked at it in surprise, only to find that it was a separate room, and there were no rooms around, which seemed lonely.

How can you live in such a remote corner?

Zhuo Yifan used to remember that these were all rooms where sundries were placed, and the area where people were active was far away from here. No wonder it's so late, and you dare to make such a big move, I see.

This uninhabited place is inhabited at this time, and the third watch in the middle of the night is still making a clicking and clattering sound, as if it is chopping wood.

So Zhuo Yifan slowly approached the room and looked in from the window.