Xu Fanming knelt down on the futon, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking.
The corners of his mouth were pursed tightly, and he looked like he would avoid strangers.
But only Xu Fanming himself knew that at this moment, his heart was in chaos.
This morning when I got up early for a mountain run as usual, I returned to the temple and saw a group of young monks surrounding my master's room.
It is indeed unusual. At this time in the past, my master would have been walking back and forth in Wangji Temple.
And when he walked in, he saw his master hanging straight from the beam, motionless.
Xu Fanming could no longer remember how he removed his master's body from the beam, nor could he remember who he asked to arrange the funeral. He could only hide in the incense hall in Wangji Temple and let
I can escape for a while in this dark environment.
He knew that as long as he went out, he would be the leader of the Qinghong Society, and he would have to worry about everything by himself.
But he doesn't want to do it now.
The wooden door behind him creaked open, and the person walked slowly past him. Xu Fanming opened his tightly closed eyes a crack, and saw Chen Jinjun's figure reflected in the candlelight.
"You're here." Xu Fanming was not surprised at all, as if he had expected that Chen Jinjun would come looking for him.
Chen Jinjun ignored Xu Fanming, just stood in front of the incense table, lit three pillars of incense, bowed several times to the memorial tablet of Qinghonghui, then inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner, took two steps back, and stood next to Xu Fanming
.
Xu Fanming looked at the incense in the incense burner: "Master is gone."
He was very upset and didn't know why the master left.
"My condolences." In the darkness, he heard Chen Jinjun say softly.
"I don't understand." Xu Fanming said softly with a hoarse voice.
Chen Jinjun followed Xu Fanming's gaze and looked at the extinguishing incense, feeling his eyes hurt from the glare: "Maybe, you and I don't need to understand what he wants to do."
Xu Fanming opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.
Chen Jinjun saw a familiar name. She squinted her eyes and looked carefully: "Shao Wenzhuo?"
She knew that this was the real name of Shao Peichen's brother, Master Yuanhui.
Unexpectedly, more than a year has passed and I can still see this name on the spiritual tablet here.
After mentioning this name, the corners of Xu Fanming's mouth twitched slightly.
He seemed to understand why his master committed suicide.
Chen Jinjun heard Xu Fanming laughing.
His smile was extremely sad, like the northwest wind blowing from Mobei.
Chen Jinjun was confused and turned around to look at Xu Fanming quietly.
Xu Fanming raised his head and looked at Chen Jinjun.
Chen Jinjun was stunned. Xu Fanming's tears had already flowed down his face. Under the reflection of the candlelight, he actually had a hint of divinity.
He shook his head slowly: "He is the chief criminal officer of the Qinghong Society."
After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
It was a proud smile.
It is true that Xu Fanming is indeed proud of being Du Yu's only apprentice.
Not only now, when he was first praised by Du Yu, it left a deep impression on Xu Fanming, who was not valued back then.
Xu Fanming is still clearly jealous. If it weren't for Du Yu's appreciation of him, he might not have been able to see the disbandment of the Old Qinghong Society. How could he be the leader of the Xu Gang today?
"But he never cares about other people's opinions, he only cares about what he cares about."
When Xu Fanming said these words, he felt sadness in his heart.
From beginning to end, in Du Yu's eyes, he, his disciple, was just a junior.
"Master, he always has the former Qinghonghui in his heart, Master Yuanhui is his close friend, Tang Qiye is an old friend he can't trust, and even the traitor Zhang Gui is the enemy he has always wanted to kill with his own hands."
"As for my apprentice..."
Xu Fanming gave a bitter laugh and finally did not continue.
Sad people talk about sad things, Chen Jinjun frowned.
"Even before Master hanged himself, he carved the symbol of the rebel gang on his face. That was something that should have appeared on Tang Qi's face. Master finally repaid it on himself."
Xu Fanming spoke slowly. In the dark room, he couldn't see Chen Jinjun's face clearly, and Chen Jinjun couldn't really see him.
In such an environment, Xu Fanming couldn't help but express everything in his heart.
"Master still owes nothing after all. He has a clear conscience for everything he has done."
As Xu Fanming said this, he couldn't help but recall the first time he met Du Yu: "When I first met him, I was just an unappreciated second son. Now, now...
"
In the end, he said nothing.
Chen Jinjun understood what Xu Fanming meant, and she could also understand Xu Fanming's mood.
However, for people like them, even excessive sadness is not allowed.
Chen Jinjun nodded, turned around and walked out, handing this rare quiet space back to Xu Fanming.
She gently closed the door of the room, and the entire incense hall immediately fell into darkness, with only the ever-burning lamp on the incense table and the dots of incense.
Chen Jinjun walked to the room where Du Yu's body was parked and looked at him quietly.
She also recalled the day when she first met Du Yu. He was holding a small ingot in his hand and had a kind look, making it difficult for people to tell that he was the feared executioner back then.
The corpse had been cleaned up, and Chen Jinjun could clearly see the symbols on Du Yu's face.
Ugly glare.
Just when Chen Jinjun was about to turn around and leave, there was the sound of a wooden stick falling to the ground behind him.
Chen Jinjun followed the sound and saw Tang Qiye standing outside the threshold.
He did not look at Chen Jinjun. Instead, he opened his mouth and stared blankly at Du Yu who was lying there.
"Old Du?" Tang Qiye's voice was trembling, as if he didn't believe that Du Yu was dead.
Chen Jinjun didn't make a sound, but just focused his attention on the "wooden stick" that just made the sound.
That is Tang Qiye's most precious huanghuali wood crutch. At this moment, it is lying on the ground like an ordinary wooden stick.
And its owner, Tang Qiye, was shouting Du Yu's name non-stop at this moment.
Tang Qiye had quit the Qinghong Society for a long time, but when he saw the symbol on Du Yu's face, his hand stopped.
That was a symbol that he was very familiar with. Originally, this symbol should always fall on his face and follow him for the rest of his life.
However, it was about to be taken underground by Du Yu.
"Old Du, you are confused!" Tang Qiye shouted, almost kneeling in front of Du Yu's body.
It's just that his legs and feet still don't obey the command, and he just refuses to bend an inch for his master's benefactor.
Tang Qiye kept hanging his knees, as if hating why he couldn't kowtow to his benefactor.
Chen Jinjun couldn't bear to watch any more, so he turned around and left the room, and told Lei Yishan who was standing aside: "Let's set up a memorial hall for his old man."
Then, Chen Jinjun closed his eyes and sighed quietly.
"What about him?" Lei Yishan looked at the Xiangtang in the corner, where Xu Fanming was.
Chen Jinjun opened his eyes and followed Lei Yishan's line of sight to the wooden door hidden by layers of purple bamboo.
"Let him be."
Chen Jinjun took a deep look at the door. She knew that Xu Fanming was trying to escape, so she let him escape for a while.
No one can hold on hard all the time, otherwise it will crush people.