Chapter 70

Zhou Ze clearly remembered what it was like to die. At the beginning, he had been pushed into the incinerator of the crematorium and enjoyed the treatment of burning;

And in advance, the crematorium staff broke his stomach with a steel hook to prevent his body from bulging and exploding during cremation.

That feeling is very similar to that of being pierced in my chest now.

Pain?

Of course it hurts.

But when the pain is too intense, you feel numb instead. It's like doing surgery in the hospital. After being half anesthetized, through the curtain that blocks your line of sight, you probably can only feel as if something is pounding on your belly.

Zhou Ze still wanted to resist, but his body fell into a dead spasm at this time, and even his eyelids became particularly heavy at this time.

No matter how unwilling, no matter how resistant,

Eyelids,

It's over.

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Slowly open your eyes, surrounded by dim lights, in front of you, there is a long marble table with messy patterns, but it gives people a delicate feeling.

Lowering his head, Zhou Ze found that he was sitting on a chair, which was a grand master's chair. He himself leaned on it, below his neck, wearing a white scarf, but it was more like the protection that he tied there to prevent soup stains from soiling his clothes when eating.

Two hands, holding silver knives and forks respectively,

In front of him, there was a white plate with a piece of barbecue on it, emitting bursts of heat, surrounded by lemons and cauliflower.

"Sir, I've swept cauliflower with a spray gun. It tastes like barbecue. I hope you like it."

The old man's voice came from the opposite side of Zhou Ze. He was in the same dress, cutting meat chops and chewing them in his mouth.

"What does that mean?"

Zhou Ze didn't hurry to eat and asked directly.

Don't you mean to kill yourself?

"Something unexpected happened." The old man picked up the wine beside him and took a sip.

"Wow!"

The old man pressed his hand on the table and pushed the certificate in front of Zhou Ze.

"The ID card has been damaged to this extent, which I didn't expect." With that, the old man 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, your luck is really good."

"You won't kill me?"

"Yes, sir. Because the identity card left by the owner can't bear the refreshing process of recognizing the owner again, otherwise it will collapse directly and lose all its functions."

The old man shook his head, raised his glass and greeted Zhou Ze,

"So, Congratulations, sir. It seems that what I said before is wrong. Today is indeed your lucky day."

Zhou Ze picked up the glass and looked at the transparent color of red wine inside. Instead of rushing to drink, he asked:

"There is no strange poison in this wine?"

"You're kidding, sir."

Are you kidding?

Before, you said I was your new master,

so what?

A hand pierced my chest directly!

Who on earth is joking?

"Sir, please try my craft. When the old master was here, I was responsible for his daily meals. Although so many years have passed, I don't think my craft will deteriorate too much."

"There is no poison in the meat?" Zhou Ze asked with a smile.

"Sir, you worry too much. For me, I don't need so much trouble to kill you or torture you."

What you said is very reasonable. There is really no way to 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 he accidentally found that the meat melted in the mouth and tasted very good.

Most importantly, I don't have the slightest nausea.

"Is it delicious?" The old man asked.

"Yes." Zhou Ze replied.

"If it's delicious, you can eat more. As a chef, it's a very happy thing that his own dishes are liked and eaten a lot."

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 then asked:

"What next?"

"Sir, you are joking again." The old man's face showed a kind smile again, "after eating, sir, you can leave. I won't restrict your freedom."

"So it's over?" Zhou Ze felt a little ridiculous.

"Yes, it's over." The old man affirmed.

"But I remember you said that the mansion king wanted a bad man, didn't he?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Just because the ID card was damaged, I got an exception?"

Really, just because of good luck?

"No, there can be no discount to the will of the Lord."

"I don't understand."

"The answer is in your heart." The old man warned.

"I hate the monk's way of chatting." Zhou Ze said.

The old man stretched out his hand and patted his chest, "Sir, I am the same at this point."

Zhou Ze's face suddenly sank, as if he thought of something. He immediately lowered his head, lifted the scarf on his neck, and revealed the position of his left chest.

There, it's empty.

"I applied the best ointment on the wound position, and it will recover in a few days without leaving any scars. Even the wounds in other parts of your body, I will also help you deal with them.

You don't need to thank me or be polite to me. "

I 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 kindly:

"You said it tasted good."

"Pa!"

Zhou Ze slapped his knife and fork on the table.

The old man took a cup of tea, rinsed, spit it out, and then stood up slowly.

"Without heart, you won't have too much trouble, and you can live more comfortably.

A good man, without conscience, is no better than him. Do you think so? "

Zhou Ze clung to the tablecloth with both hands, raised his head and stared at the old man,

"You'd better kill me now."

The old man smiled, "so, sir, now you want to say again: don't deceive the young man, are you poor?"

Then, the old man patted his chest gently, took a breath and pretended:

"It's really terrible."

"........" Zhou Ze.

"Sir, you have no chance to take revenge on me. My yangshou has long come to an end. When you leave this room, I will disappear from here."

"Will you go to hell?"

"Hell, there is no place for me." The old man replied, "it's the end."

Then the old man pointed to the plate in front of Zhou Ze,

"Sir, do you need to pack it for you?"

Zhou Ze stood up and felt empty in his chest. The big hole in the wound position was even more shocking, but he didn't die. To be exact, it was Xu Le's body. He didn't die, and he didn't even feel a little pain.

Will the wound heal soon?

Picking up the certificate on the table, Zhou Ze walked out the door, but stopped halfway and asked:

"I'm very curious about who the Fujun is."

"Since the Fujun was cheated by the Bodhisattva who ran to hell, he was no longer willing to mention his name."

He didn't get the answer, but Zhou Ze didn't want to stay here. He opened the door in front of him. He walked out and turned back to find that the door he had just come out was missing.

Behind him is a desolate grave.

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In the house, the old man quietly cleared up the tableware and cleaned the house again.

Then he spread his hand and patted the table.

"Come out."

A small golden monkey didn't know from which pimple it ran out, jumped on the table, and scratched its ears and cheeks at the old man. It was very cute.

However, the golden monkey's body is somewhat illusory, which is obviously not a real existence.

"Although the grievance has its head and the debt has its owner, you have done it this time. Even if the final fruit is on the baby, it should not be the object of your revenge.

If all those who pursue cause and effect and obey cause and effect act in this way, why should you, little beast, pursue any avenue?

Eating and drinking, birth and death, is not it the most causal? "

The golden monkey shook his head and nodded again.

"Don't blame me for arresting your soul attached to the baby. Even if your merit is compensation for the child, even if he is disabled, he can be smooth sailing in the future, and even become a normal person after surgery in the future.

Don't feel at a disadvantage. This matter is over here. Later, I'll give you a new body, and you can leave. It's better to practice again, or play in the mountains and forests. Don't do today's things again.

There are still five diseases and three deficiencies in people's cultivation, not to mention you little beast, take it as a disaster on your way to cultivation. "

After talking,

The old man pushed open the inner door.

There are no other furnishings in this small room, only a Chinese ink painting hung on the wall.

In the painting,

There is a towering mountain,

Nature is beautiful, yin and Yang cut the dawn!

A man with a purple crown and a yellow robe stood 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 picture still stands there, looking at the mountains.

"Fu Jun, I have finished what you ordered."

The old man knelt down to the scroll.

The picture of farewell in the past reappeared in his mind:

…………

"You old bastard, die later, hold on for a while, help this seat watch this identity card, and finally fall into the hands of someone. If it's a good man, kill him for me and replace him!

I believe in the evil of those monks. I believe in his nonsense that hell is not empty and vows not to become a Buddha. I lost all my fame!

The person holding this identity card must not be a good person, otherwise this seat will die in peace! "

"Master, what are good people and bad people?

Good people can do bad things, and bad people can also do good things.

Whether it's good or bad, the old slave is stupid, and he's afraid of breaking the Lord's trust. "

"Zhiniang thief, how can there be so many twists and turns? You think he is not a bad person, just kill him."

"Yes, the old slave obeys the law."

…………

"Is he a good man?"

In the inner room, the old man kneeling there slowly raised his head, looked at the picture scroll and whispered:

"He is really a 'good' person,

But in my eyes,

It's a 'bad' person. "

As the old man said, his face began to darken, and yellow hair began to grow on his face and hands,

His face began to twist, turning into a hairy face, Lei Gong's mouth!

This is an old ape!

Born in the wild of Mount Tai, the ambition of this life is to carry that Mount Tai,

As the old saying goes: ape moving mountains!

"My disciples and grandchildren, who practice three Jiazi, are willing to help others, and are diligent in practice. They encounter such great difficulties and such grievances!

He relied on him to stand in the position of people, regardless, and directly went up to kill it!

For what?

For what?

Just because, he was human, was he human before he died!

Therefore, as long as all aliens threaten people, no matter right or wrong, no matter right or wrong,

Should be killed? Damn it? "

The old man knelt down with his knees crossed,

Finally, he murmured:

"He stands on the position of man. He is a good man.

The old slave stood in the position of the monkey clan. He was a bad man.

ha-ha,

In the end,

Instead, he failed to die.

Fu Jun,

Is that what you mean?

Fu Jun,

The old slave has come to follow you. For so many years, you are certainly not used to living without an old slave serving you and cooking? "

The old man lost his vitality,

The body of the ape just sat there,

At this time, the golden monkey in the state of soul ran out, knelt down and kowtowed to the old man's body, and then drilled into the old man's skin bag.

Shaoqing,

Under the old man's clothes,

Drill out a small monkey that is about the size of a palm,

"Zhizhi............."

The little monkey shouted several times in succession, and then ran out.