Liu Zian looked at it curiously.

Liu Zilin was still wearing a white mourning robe and had not changed yet. However, these days, the injuries he suffered from being punished by a young county magistrate had completely recovered, and he seemed to be much more energetic.

Liu Zilin came forward, scratched his head, and choked with sobs: "Second brother, I..."

"Are you going to pay homage to your eldest brother again?"

Liu Zian turned his head and asked, pointing to a dark place on the mountain.

Liu Zilin's eyes suddenly turned red again. He lowered his head and sobbed for a while, then raised his head and said to Liu Zian who was looking at him silently:

"Second brother, eldest brother is the best to me. No matter what mistakes I made in the past, he never scolded me, he only taught me... Why did he die at the hands of that despicable villain? Second brother, I figured it out in front of eldest brother's grave these days.

There were a lot of things. I was really too naive and ignorant before..."

Liu Zian sighed, put his arm around the third brother's arm, patted his shoulder, and said seriously:

"A man, why are you crying? If there is a blood feud, we will avenge it, not the mother-in-law or the mother-in-law. Do you understand?"

"Yes, second brother!"

Liu Zilin clenched his fists, veins appeared on his forehead, and glared down the mountain in the direction of Luming Street, Longcheng County.

In front of Liu Zian, he slapped his chest with hatred on his face:

"If I don't take revenge for this, I swear I won't be a human being! If I let you fool around for another day, I, Liu Zilin, will definitely pay with my own hands and blood!"

Liu Zian calmly glanced in the direction of the dark Liu Ziwen Cemetery tomb, nodded slightly, and praised:

"This is my son of the Liu family!"

Immediately, Liu Zian took Liu Zilin to Liu Ziwen's tomb and paid homage.

The two brothers went down the mountain together. On the way, Liu Zilin said seriously:

"Second brother, as long as you take revenge, I will listen to you!"

Liu Zian nodded, glanced at his third brother who seemed to be much more stable, and suddenly asked:

"I asked you to lead people to follow you, how is the situation?"

Liu Zilin nodded heavily, his face showed a ferocious look, his eyes were bloodshot and he said:

"Don't worry, second brother. Liu Fu and I are keeping an eye on each other. No one can escape. There will be no accidents there for the time being. Second brother, rest assured that he can go do big things! Everyone is waiting for the 15th day, and we will have a great time with second brother to shake things up! Yes!

Revenge with hatred, revenge with hatred!"

"That's good."

Liu Zian smiled.

Liu Zilin also laughed.

…

"Yawn - yawn -! Cough cough cough."

Ouyang Rong sneezed twice, immediately tightened his thin cardigan, and rubbed his slightly stuffed nose with two fingers.

No one was around to take care of me. I had been eating and drinking casually these past few days, and I actually caught a cold.

I have to admit, the old feudal lord-like life with maids warming the bed was indeed a bit depraved.

Someone's thoughts were mixed and he was thinking for no reason.

This is a second-floor room filled with the scent of sandalwood in a courtyard on the southeast side of Donglin Temple.

It was pitch dark in front of the bed, which had a slightly hard board.

Ouyang Rong suddenly stood up and slightly pushed open the carved window with both hands.

"Chichichichichi——"

The summer bugs chirping in his ears got louder.

"At the third watch, Xiufa Xiudu and the others should all be asleep. It's time to go. Ouyang Lianghan, if it's past fifteen, the junior sister might be back.

"Stop whining, wasn't it quite fast when you dug it out of Meiluyuan yesterday? Why is it that the closer you get to the underground palace, the harder it is for you to lift your feet?"

In the darkness, Ouyang Rong lowered his head and muttered a few words to himself, then suddenly turned around, picked up the baggage he had prepared, walked downstairs with gentle hands, and opened the door of Sanhuiyuan.

Yesterday, he went up the mountain and entered the temple in a low-key manner. After meeting Master Shandao, who loved to enlighten everyone, he quietly moved back to Sanhui Yuan where he had been bedridden to recuperate.

It can be regarded as where it starts and where it ends.

Ouyang Rong closed the courtyard door, placed the key gently on the ground in front of the door, turned around, and left without looking back.

At this moment, the bright moon is high in the sky, it is dark and quiet, and the Beitian Almshouse of Donglin Temple is also dimly lit.

Ouyang Rong walked around the monks who were lighting lanterns and walked into the backyard of the almshouse. He climbed over the stone fence and came to the dark dry well.

It's still the old method, hanging on a rope and slowly sliding from the mouth of the well into the underground palace below.

There was a soft "bang", and the sound slowly echoed in the claustrophobic underground palace.

It was Ouyang Rong's toes that reached down and stepped on the edge of the lotus pedestal.

After successfully landing, Ouyang Rong rubbed his red palms and looked around.

Jataka mural of Erawan Buddha, central lotus pedestal, moonlight falling at the mouth of the well.

"Everything is the same..." he whispered sadly.

In the Pure Land Palace, not far from the central lotus pedestal, a dark figure suddenly stood up and approached Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong looked unsurprised and turned his head silently.

"Master Ignorance" Xiuzhen slowly walked out of the darkness, one step away from the moonlight falling from the wellhead.

The crazy monk who was woken up probably thought that his junior brothers had brought food, but when he saw Ouyang Rong standing in the moonlight, his withered face was slightly stunned, and he paused with his palm halfway out to receive the food.

When Ouyang Rong saw this, he immediately lowered his head and began to fumble around with his body and baggage. After a moment, a look of apology appeared in his eyes and he whispered:

"Sorry, I forgot to bring you something to eat... Speaking of which, during the day I went to find the mute woman and the old Taoist priest. Maybe they were discharged from the hospital and couldn't find anyone. I thought, we are the only ones left here now.

Old friend."

Xiuzhen looked up at the mouth of the well, and then at Ouyang Rong. With a surprised expression on his face, he made the old gesture of pointing one finger to the sky and the other to the ground, and said in a serious tone:

"Amitabha, donor, this place is the Lotus Pure Land, and above it is the Infinite Hell! Come here quickly, don't stand there, you are too close to the Infinite Hell!"

Ouyang Rong paused with one of his hands reaching for something. For a moment, he slowly raised his head and looked at Master Xiuzhen.

While his eyes were calm, there was a hint of fatigue.

He tried his best to smile and nodded:

"The master is right. I should have listened to the master's words a long time ago. I was stupid in the past. I foolishly climbed up that night and misunderstood the master."

Xiuzhen saluted happily:

"Amitabha, there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering. When you turn around, you will find another shore. The donor has the root of wisdom."

After saying this, the haggard monk, who had been hiding in the Pure Land for a long time, happily took out the things in his arms, as if he had something delicious to share with people who share his wisdom.
Chapter completed!