Li Yihuan frowned slightly. She was thinking about how to trick the monk from Damo to the wasteland. As the number one person in the world, Damo practices is comparable to a god and a Buddha. If he could train a heir for the Holy Church, it would be amazing. In the end, if he understood that he had made a big mistake, it would be more uncomfortable than killing him! As he thought about it, Li Yihuan couldn't help but chuckled.

"Does the Holy Monk want to go back to Qinglong Temple?" Li Yihuan asked tentatively.

Damo shook his head: "I can't go back, I can't go back."

"Why do you want to go west with us..." Li Yihuan was about to ask for an invitation, but suddenly two screams from behind interrupted their conversation.

"Saint Master, is it really you?" Two old figures were one man and one woman. The man carried a fishing net, and the woman limped with a crutch. Both walked up to the front and knelt down to salute the desert.

Damo quickly helped them up and said, "You are polite to you, two donors, I am no longer a monk from Qinglong Temple."

"Does the saint have a place to go? If you don't dislike it, you might as well live with us. Your family is cared for by Qinglong Temple and everything is still acceptable."

"What's wrong with the holy master's eyes?"

"Blind!"

"What kind of world is this? Even a person as good as a saint has been killed by others." As he said that, the two old men started to cry.

"The Holy Master must come to his home, our family is the first one at the east end of Qingping Village."

Damo looked up, but he could not see anything. He couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it, forgot, it's just a blind man. It's time to live a life on earth. Okay, two old men, I promise you."

"Okay, I have a child Wenbin at home. You can go and find him. Let's go fishing first. Master and this girl will go to the village to wait. When I come, my second brother stewed fish soup for you."

Li Yihuan agreed, but Xiao Jiujiu felt a blow to her heart: It was a real thing for her to invite Damo, but she didn't expect that the pair of villagers would be killed halfway and they could not let these two people live!

Two villagers passed by Li Yihuan and suddenly touched their necks.

"Old man, why did my neck get stung?"

"So too." After that, the two continued fishing.

Seeing the two disappear into sight, Li Yihuan smiled a little.

"I know these two old men, and I know their homes too. Donor, I can't see my eyes anymore, and I'm still bothering you to help me to Qingping Village. I've thanked me here!"

"You're welcome, Master!" Li Yihuan's mouth raised a faint smile.

It usually takes half a day to get from the sea to the village, but it takes three days to walk from the desert. The desert is blindly unable to argue, and Li Yihuan does not recognize the road, so it was not until the third morning that it was found the sign of Qingping Village. Three days are short and long. It is not boring to have children slap with each other on the road. It is unknowingly, and they walked to Qingping Village.

The three of them went to the first house in the east of the village as the old man said, standing outside the courtyard wall and looking into the courtyard.

The smoke from the cooking stove was curling, a little messy, swaying in the wind. At this time, an eleven-year-old boy was sitting in front of the stove. Maybe he had never cooked food. At this time, his face was a little black and gray. The boy kept stuffing firewood. He didn't know that the exit of the chimney behind the pot had been blocked, and the black smoke poured out and rushed straight into his face. The fireworks smoky his eyes and tears flowed out. I don't know if he was really crying. But he was still stubborn, still squinting his eyes and adding firewood without any haste. He wanted to make breakfast for his playmates, which seemed particularly serious.

A burst of sneering sound came from the window, and someone was getting up in the room. The boy threw away the firewood from his hands and ran towards the door in three or two steps.

With a creak, he pushed the door open and saw another boy coming out. The two children looked at each other like this, but they had something in their hearts but couldn't say it.

Looking at each other for a moment, your lips twitched, and thousands of words turned into a simple greeting.

"Wenbin, you're awake."

"Well, why is Lin Haoran you?" Even though Wen Bin had thousands of questions in his mind, it was so simple to say it.

Lin Haoran is Wenbin's only and best playmate in Qingping Village. A trace of sadness flashed in Lin Haoran's eyes and whispered: "Wenbin, you slept for a day and a night. The fever was so great that it was only subsided this morning. Our two families are neighbors. Yesterday, my father heard your shouts and rushed in and found you lying on the ground. Discovered." A fog flashed in Lin Haoran's eyes, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"What did you find? What did you find, Haoran, tell me quickly?" Wenbin was shocked, hugged Lin Haoran's shoulders with both hands and shook them hard.

Lin Haoran glanced at Wenbin, turned his eyes away, and said in a moment: "Wenbin, don't be too sad. The villagers helped bury my uncle and aunt yesterday. Although I have no uncle and aunt Wen, you still have me, and my family will not ignore you."

Wenbin let go of Lin Haoran as if struck by lightning, took two steps back, and his hands drooped down weakly. Really! Everything is true! My parents are dead, what should I do? Wenbin just felt dizzy, blood surged upwards, his throat sweetened, and he spit out in one mouthful.

"Wenbin, Wenbin, you have to hold on." Seeing this, Lin Haoran hurriedly stepped forward and took two steps to support Wenbin, and tears were pouring like a spring. The two children looked at me, and I looked at you, their eyes were filled with vicissitudes and helplessness, and the two hearts were intertwined.

Two lines of tears fell silently.

The two children, just like that, looked at each other speechlessly.

After a long time, Wenbin stopped crying, wiped off the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Haoran, where is my parents buried? Can you tell me?"

Lin Haoran nodded, wiped his tears, and said, "Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen were buried on the hill one mile south of the village. It was the Feng Shui that my father showed me. It was said that it was the place where he was back to the shady and sun, gathering the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers, and his uncle and aunt would be calm and worry-free under the spring. What is important is that it is good for you, and it is guaranteed that you will be free from disasters and difficulties in the future, and will become a dragon among adults." In the end, his voice became louder and clearer, as if he wanted to give Wenbin strength and comfort.

Wenbin looked to the south of the village, and a mountain shadow became eclipsed in tears.

"Haoran, I want to kowtow three times to them and send them a ride. Are you sure?" Wenbin held back his crying and said in a trembling voice.

Lin Haoran turned his head and looked anxiously, saying, "Okay, but you have vomited blood. Let's go some other day?"

Wenbin waved his hand and said firmly: "No, it's now!"

Seeing that he was so stoic, Lin Haoran no longer persuaded him.

The two came out and the desert followed quietly.

Wenbin couldn't help but walk towards the home. When he reached the gate, he stopped. He couldn't take any steps. The gate opened, the blood in the yard had not been buried, and the firewood beside the wall was scattered in the yard, looking lonely and depressed.

"Let's go, Wenbin, stop watching!" Lin Haoran walked up and patted his shoulder.

"Ye, isn't this the red-eyed monster?" At some point, a few boys gathered behind him. Their smiling faces were flattering, or mocking, and they were different in different ways.

Among them, the boy in front was the oldest and taller than other children. It seemed to be the heads of the group of teenagers. He was wearing a gray cloth jacket, big and small at first glance. He stepped forward without saying a word, slapped Wenbin on the face and smiled: "Little monster, see who can protect you!"

"Hu Hao, Wen Bin just lost his parents. Don't go too far in front of his parents!" Lin Haoran wanted to step forward to stop him, but was pushed away by the other children.

Wenbin looked at the boy named Hu Hao in shock and said silently: "I have never offended you, and I have never even spoken to you. You either bully me and insult me ​​or beat me and scold me. I have never understood why this is the case, but I only understood today." Speaking of this, Wenbin's eyes widened, and then said viciously: "You are monsters!"

The boy named Hu Hao put away his smile and was stunned for a moment. Wenbin has been bullied because of his strange eyes and cowardice, especially the group of boys in front of him, and no one has ever regarded him as a friend and playmate. In the past, he either hid behind his parents or endured silently, never as tragic and tough as he is today. After a moment, Hu Hao reacted, his sword eyebrows were raised, and he stretched out his feet like a monkey peeing, kicked Wenbin to the ground, stepped forward two steps, pressed him under his body, and strangled his neck with one hand, and said angrily: "Who do you think is a monster? You are a monster, say! Are you a red-eyed monster?"

Wenbin closed his mouth tightly and ignored it.

Hu Hao's face turned black, he became more and more angry, and he became more and more anxious. He used his hands forcefully and said loudly: "Is it?"

Wenbin's trachea was strangled, and his breathing gradually became difficult. His face gradually began to turn red. He became stubborn and kept silent.

Hu Hao was getting angry, his hands were getting stronger and stronger, and he said with a voice: "Is it? Is it? Is it?"

Lin Haoran saw something wrong. Seeing Wenbin's face turned from red to purple and black, there was a great force gushing out of nowhere, breaking away from everyone, and going forward to pick up the brick and hit Hu Hao's head. With a "Peng" sound, the stone bricks shattered and blood gushed like a spring.

Wenbin's eyes turned pale and gasped.

Hu Hao was helped up by everyone, stunned in the local area, came to his senses, and remembered the scene just now, both of them became more and more scared, and they were stunned for a while, and fled in scattered.

During the film, Wenbin's breathing was smooth and he recovered. He looked at the empty door and murmured: "Dad, mom, Bin'er will never embarrass you in the future."

After a moment, Wenbin's breathing was steady. Lin Haoran just relaxed his eyebrows and blamed him: "Wenbin, before life and death, you can just admit defeat. Why are you so persevering? You almost lost your life!"

Wenbin forced a smile and said, "Where are you? When you are alive and dead, just push him away. Why is it so extreme again? It almost killed him!"

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled, and they were tacitly aware of each other.

Lin Haoran looked up at the sky and asked, "It's going to rain, are we going?"

"Yes" Wenbin looked at Nan Fang and nodded firmly.

The sky changes as soon as it is said, dark clouds gather from two directions, and terrible lights flash through the clouds, just like two armies confronting each other.

In a moment, the wind blew!

It took a mile to arrive soon. Two small graves stood side by side, and the two piles of new soil had not yet grown weeds, which seemed so inconsistent. Wenbin knelt in front of the grave, and had a lot of words in his heart, but at this moment he could not speak, leaving only a low sob that was lost in the wind. A trace of pain flashed in Wenbin's eyes, and he silently lowered his head.

Lin Haoran stood beside him, looking at the clouds in the distance, frowned, not knowing what he was thinking!

After a long time, Wenbin raised his head, his eyes were blood-red, which was a little different from usual.

"Haoran, who do you think the murderer will be?" Wenbin said coldly.

Lin Haoran closed his eyes, said "Hmm" and said, "Maybe, the gods on the mountain can know!"

The surroundings became quiet again. Wenbin thought for a while and said, "I want to go and ask the gods!"

Lin Haoran thought for a while and said, "Just because of you, a little brat? The gods won't tell you."

"Then I will take him as my teacher and he will tell me." Wenbin's voice trembled a little.

Lin Haoran shook his head and said, "What if the enemy is very strong?"

"Then I will become a god, stronger than him!" Wen Bin stood up straight, looking ahead, his eyes empty.

A lightning flashed from the sky and rushed straight into the ground.

Another thunder sounded in the sky!
Chapter completed!