631: C631 Hatred Is like an Abyss

C631 Hatred Is like an Abyss

Hsiao Hee took a sip of his tea and said with a smile, "Believe in God, in the end, I still haven't received God's protection. Those who believe in Buddha, can they get the protection of Buddha? "

Seeing that the little monk still didn't agree, Hsiao Hee continued. "It seems like you think Buddha will protect you? "I advise you not to think that way. At that time, that fellow who believes in God thought that he can go to heaven, but in the end, he only sobered up after I hit him head on. Sometimes, being able to control the dead is more trustworthy than God or Buddha. "

Slap!

Hsiao Hee slapped the small monk's face, but it was not very hard.

After all, this was a child. Although Hsiao Hee had lost his patience, he still showed mercy and decided to give him some more time.

Otherwise, just this slap alone would be enough to kill him. With Hsiao Hee's late Golden Core realm, not only would his corpse be separated, but also his corpse. Not much better.

The young monk staggered after being hit. The scripture in his mouth stopped. He finally opened his eyes and looked at Hsiao Hee.

It was bright and clear.

Hsiao Hee liked these eyes.

It was rare to see them in this chaotic world.

Therefore, he couldn't bear to kill them.

"Have you already made up your mind to die and decided to follow your master? Hsiao Hee asked with a smile.

"Master is going to follow Buddha. I am going to be filial to Master. The young monk finally spoke.

"Live. I'm the only one left. " After I die, I have my master to accompany me. Thus, death is freedom. "He said in all seriousness.

"Nonsense. Hsiao Hee cursed.

"Who told you that you will see your master when you die? "If that's the case, why didn't he drag you along when he died?" Hsiao Hee asked. " If I'm not wrong, he predicted that a great disaster would come, so he asked you to hide in advance, right? Otherwise, how could you escape the pursuit of those assassins? Hsiao Hee sneered.

The young monk stopped talking. Then, he sat stiffly on the ground. Rays of light flashed in his mind, causing his eyes to be blank for a long time.

"My disciple's name is Wu Du, he has no name, no father, no mother. He is a child that I picked up by chance. He followed by my side. He knows how to pick tea, how to stir-fry tea, and how to make good tea. "If Young Master doesn't give up, then let him serve you in the future. "The old monk wearing the kasaya said respectfully.

You want me to let him live? The figure was stunned, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"He has a head, he has a master. Whoever planted the evil cause should be the one to swallow the evil result. Young Master believes in Buddhism, he should understand this principle."

The old monk's voice seemed to have some desires, but in the end, he was still the one to bear all of it.

...

This was the last time the small monk saw his master's face through the gap in the window, and heard his master's voice.

That's right.

His life was saved by his master.

One life for another.

He used his own life to repay the debt.

Although the small monk didn't know what kind of debt his master had paid, he knew that there must be a reason for his master to do so.

No matter what question he asked, his master would be able to give him an answer. It was as if there were no problems in the world that could make him fall.

Seeing the expression on the young monk's face, Hsiao Hee knew that he had found a dead end.

Although he did not want to lie to a child, it was obvious that finding the murderer behind the scenes was the most important thing at the moment.

Therefore, Hsiao Hee suddenly said to the small monk with a face full of grief and indignation. "Perhaps you monks care about nothing. However, to us mortals, it's just a matter of whether we take revenge or not. It's not a gentleman to not take revenge. Especially when it comes to killing one's master and father. No matter what, we cannot let the enemy go. One day as his master, he would be his father for the rest of his life. Forgetting hatred meant not knowing how to be grateful. Don't you want to tell me who the murderer is? Don't you want to take revenge for your master? "

..." "

The bald monk looked at Hsiao Hee quietly.

After a long while, the young monk said in an obscure voice, "I know how to draw."

Hu -

Hsiao Hee heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

As expected, hatred was the scariest abyss in the world. No one could free themselves from it.

The person in the portrait had a face as clear as jade, sharp brows and starry eyes, thin lips, and a confident smile on his face.

It had to be said that the bald monk's painting skills were quite good.

However, when Hsiao Hee took a closer look at the person in the portrait, he fell silent.

"Eh? This person looks familiar. Su Jie said.

His observation skills were poor. He could not immediately recognize the person with just a sketch.

"It's familiar. Hsiao Hee stood up with a smile and said.

He held the scroll in his hand and turned to the small monk. "Before your master avenges you, you are the best. Besides, even if you go on a hunger strike, what does it have to do with those enemies? Other than your dead master, no one will care about your life or death."

The small monk looked at Hsiao Hee and said, "Why are you telling me this?"

Hsiao Hee originally wanted to say 'I like your clear eyes', but he felt that this small monk might not be able to understand it.

Therefore, he changed the way he said it. "I also hope that you can live well and let a person who might become a good person live in the world. It's better than letting a bad person live in the world."

If it was nice, it would not cost money. Hsiao Hee was happy that there was another person in this world who was grateful to him.

"What brother-in-law means is that you will be a good person when you grow up. Su Jie helped to explain.

He forced himself to stay. He always wanted to find something to do to show off.

It was like a little eagle that had just left its mother's arms was desperate to catch a prey.

Hsiao Hee smiled at the small monk and said, "Take care of yourself."

Then, he took the drawing paper and walked out.

Su Jie patted the young monk's shoulder and followed him out.

"Amitabha. The young monk put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist mantra in the direction Hsiao Hee left.

Seeing Hsiao Hee come out, Old Cat who had been waiting at the door immediately came up to him and asked with a smile, "Young Master, is there any result?"

Hsiao Hee waved the scroll in his hand and said with a smile, "Luckily I didn't fail. By the way, where is Su Yun?"

"She's resting at the pavilion in the middle of the lake."

Old Cat greeted the other men in black. The men with suitcases immediately disappeared.

Obviously, if Hsiao Hee couldn't find the answer within ten minutes, they would have to use another method to get the answer they wanted.2

Half an hour was too much of a waste, so they had to prepare the instruments for interrogation.

Sometimes, there was no obvious difference between good people and bad people.

It was just like how a good person could do bad things, but a bad person might not necessarily do bad things.

Su Yun rested in a stylish attic in the middle of the lake.

There was water all around, and only a long corridor of a wooden house could pass through.

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