The night is like washing, and the fresh air is moist with rain and dew.

"I want to be like General Wang Xu. The boy looked at the full moon above his head and said with a resolute gaze.

"Is it okay to be clothed?" asked the other young man, with some hesitation.

But as soon as these words fell, the young man who had just spoken immediately answered: "It can be done!"

"Ahh

But then it attracted the dissatisfaction of another young man: "If it doesn't work, start with the horse's pawn!"

"That should work!"

"Wang Lun, that's his name!" said the monk's face with a smile full of nostalgia for the past.

"But he became a blood demon who brought disaster to the world. Xu Lin sat on the bluestone, and there was a trivial sound in the woods, but the wind was cold, and when it blew on his face, it was very comfortable.

"The little monk said that the world is unpredictable, do you believe it?" The corners of Xu Lin's mouth moved slightly, and then gently stroked the blood sword in his arms, the sword body was cold, but it was not piercing.

"It should be impermanence!" Xu Lin smiled, and then turned his eyes to look at the painting monk in the form of a spirit: "Then what happens next?"

"Wang Lun and I were originally in the same village and grew up together, but his family owed money to the landlord's family, so life was quite difficult, and he didn't go to school. ”

The painting monk looked at the bright full moon in the night in a daze, as if he had returned to the past.

"But I teach him every day what I've learned in school. ”

"It's such a good relationship!" Xu Lin's voice had a hint of irony.

But the painting monk didn't care and continued: "Wang Lun is very smart, he can learn almost everything, and sometimes I envy him. ”

"There's jealousy, too!"

This time, the monk's voice paused, and then looked at Xu Lin deeply: "This is indeed the case." ”

Xu Lin smiled: "It should be, it's just human normality." ”

"But we're still very good friends. The monk's voice was resolute, but it seemed to remember something. couldn't help but sigh: "If nothing like that hadn't happened, maybe he could really become a general, and maybe even go further." ”

Hearing this, Xu Lin was also interested, so he no longer interrupted the painting monk's words, but quietly waited for his next words.

"The Wang family. In Pingyang County, it is a big family, but Pingyang County is a good place to send troops, but when taxes come again and again, and the people are not hungry, such a strong folk style is a thorn in the heart of the court, so ......"

The painting monk didn't continue, and Xu Lin didn't ask. In the quiet night, the two were relatively silent, but the cool wind was blowing from time to time, until the painting monk stroked the green leaves beside him, but his hand was transparent through, leaving no traces, and the corners of his mouth also swayed a wry smile.

"The heavy soldiers of the imperial court came, and I still went to school that day. Wang Lun followed his father to the landlord's house, and the village was in order. Until the sudden arrival of the Iron Hoof Daoge, until the blood dyed the entire Pingyang County red, I still didn't understand. ”

"It's for rebellion!" Xu Lin couldn't help but interject.

The painting monk smiled, then shook his head again: "So far, I don't know what happened that day, but I know." The strong men of the village gathered in the confusion, and then they were killed in the confusion! When the blood flowed, he came, brandished a scythe, and hacked to death a soldier who wanted to kill me. Without hesitation, a knife from the back of the spine, a knife to cut off, now that I think about it, it is really clean!"

Xu Lin frowned slightly, and the smile on the monk's face became more and more prominent, as if there was a look of nostalgia.

"He stopped me from running through the crowd, but I was scared, so I could only hold his arm tightly, and people kept falling around me, and blood was constantly spraying on our bodies, but he still held me tightly. ”

"Very good friend!" Xu Lin couldn't help but nodded.

"Yes, what a righteous friend, that day I knew about death, but what made me understand even more was my cowardice and his strength. ”

There was a gloomy look on the painting monk's face, but when he looked at Xu Lin again, he smiled very happily: "It's the same today, I've not changed, I'm still cowardly and afraid!"

Xu Lin was silent, and the painting monk smiled, and the laughter rose with the wind, like a knife that was not too sharp, making a sound in the woods, and the rustling sound was blowing into the distance one after another.

"Wang Lun put me in an abandoned dry well, but he did not go with him, but took the sickle with him, and though I wanted him to stay, he would not want to. ”

There was a tragic meaning in the eyes of the painting monk, mixed with a ghostly aura all over his body, which added a trace of resentment to the surrounding atmosphere.

"Do you know?" the painting monk glared at Xu Lin, and then shouted loudly, "I'm scared. ”

"He's scared too!" Xu Lin's words, like a sharp sword, sharply broke open the chest of the painting monk, and pierced directly into his heart, which was very painful!

"But he didn't stay!" said the monk's face was grim.

"You didn't go either!" Xu Lin looked directly at the painting monk's gaze, and when his face was stunned, Xu Lin continued: "He is your friend!"

In the dark night, this laughter lasted for a long time, so long that there was no sound of insects around, and the cold sound was spontaneous.

"So I didn't know what was going on outside, and I waited tremblingly in the darkness, until I saw the light, shining through the edge of the well, and I realized that I could be alone all the time, and in the darkness, in fear, the glimmer of light came too late. ”

"A person, facing life and death, I don't know when to come, waiting, the hope of life, the shattering of death?" The painting monk distorted his face and looked at Xu Lin's gaze, hot and fierce.

"And what about him?" Xu Lin simply ignored the despair that the painting monk had expressed at this time, and instead pulled him back into reality.

So after the painting monk was slightly stunned, he smiled with relief, it turned out that his soul was already in the hands of others.

"When I came out, there was no more horses' hooves, no more desperate cries, no more sound of iron colliding, only silence!"

"Ah, it's over!" Xu Lin said with a raised brow.

"No!" the monk replied with a tearful eye, "This is the real beginning!"

The painting monk seemed to be caught up in the memories of the past again, and then continued in a low voice: "Along the way, the surroundings are so familiar, but there are many corpses. The people I knew, the people I didn't know, the shattered, the desperate and frightened looks, the black of blood and dirt, and the warmth? yes, the flames! The house was on fire, and most of it was burned beyond recognition, and I saw him. ”

Xu Lin didn't interrupt the painting monk's words, this guy was obviously haunted by this past, so much so that today, he couldn't let go of it in the end, but what was he entangled in?

"Wang Lun still has that sickle in his hand, a handle made of wood, which has turned red, and the curved blade, which is dripping with blood!"

Speaking of this, the painting monk raised his head, and his distorted smile was full of madness, giving people a suffocating coldness.

"I stood behind him, looking at him, staring at his scars, at the corpse at his feet, until I saw the man's face clearly, and I realized that it was his mother!"

Xu Lin frowned, but the painting monk was still smiling, looking at Xu Lin and talking: "Do you know? At that time, my first reaction was, what about my mother?"

"You don't know!" Xu Lin said in a deep voice, and the painting monk smiled and said: "Exactly, so at that time I was thinking about whether to look for it, but Wang Lun turned around and said, they are all dead!"

Xu Lin was silent.

There was no longer a smile on the monk's face, but he lowered his head and stared at the ground with blank eyes: "I asked him, are they all dead?"

The painting monk stopped talking, the corners of Xu Lin's eyes twitched slightly, something hidden deep in the depths of his memory seemed to be active again, in his mind, in his mind, what appeared layer by layer in his mind was a crazy figure, a bloodstained Taoist! The crazy color when tearing apart his relatives is still in Xu Lin's heart, and it turns out that this qiē is so unforgettable.

"It's all dead!" the painting monk smiled again in a low voice, and then when he raised his head, he looked directly at Xu Lin and said: "Wang Lun killed the general who took the lead, it turned out to be Wang Xu! A hero he has always worshipped, is now at his feet, and then he waved his sickle again, slashing with a knife, slashing repeatedly, piercing the intestines and breaking the stomach, the white flesh rolled up, and the organs were broken, all in his knife, and what came out was endless hatred, as well as the pools of red blood!"

"It's very ironic!" Xu Lin actually laughed when he heard this, it turned out that this was what he said before, "the world is unpredictable".

The painting monk didn't laugh this time, because in Xu Lin's laughter, he came to his senses again.

"A man came that day. The painting monk's voice was so calm that Xu Lin also stopped laughing, and when he looked at him, the painting monk continued: "That is a monk, a very old monk, after he saw the devastation and corpses all over the field, the first thing he saw was Wang Lun, so he asked him if he would like to go with him." ”

Xu Lin became interested: "The monk of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect?"

The painting monk did not answer Xu Lin directly, but continued his words.

Wang Lun replied very resolutely, and the old monk still spoke his Buddhist language unrelentingly, I didn't understand, but Wang Lun seemed to understand, so he roared loudly at the old monk, and kept waving the sickle in his hand. ”

"Buddha, no more! Buddha, dead!"

At the same time that Xu Lin's heart was shocked, he seemed to be able to hook up that picture in his mind, Wang Lun's stubbornness and hatred, and the earth-shattering voice also sounded in Xu Lin's ears, Buddha, no more! Buddha, dead! (To be continued......