Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

Feng Jia sighed: "I have an injury on my shoulder. If you don't take action, when my maid is exhausted, you will have to face that monster alone. Are you sure you have a chance of winning?"

Feng Jia covered his shoulder and gasped for breath, looking like a useless person who couldn't lift anything with his hands or carry anything on his shoulders.

Li Yunyu thought for a moment and left with his sword.

Shen Shi's whip lashed down hard, and Song Huai used the wire to block it, but it was like an egg hitting a stone, and the wire broke with a sound. Killing intent rushed to his scalp. At the critical moment, a dagger came in, gently pried up the black iron whip, and with one move of four ounces to move a great weight, the whip bounced out due to inertia.

Li Yunyu did not stop and pointed his dagger directly at Shen Shi.

He attacked very quickly, so fast that Feng Jia couldn't see his sword movements at all. He could only see the afterimage of Li Yunyu every time he flew out, and hear the buzzing sound of the sword when the short blades touched.

Because of the effect of the drug, Shen Shi could not feel the pain, nor the reduction of his physical strength, so his movements were very fast. However, in front of Li Yunyu, it seemed as if they were infinitely stretched, and he was incredibly slow. Often, Li Yunyu's sword had already pierced his body before Shen Shi had time to raise his whip to block it, and he could only barely block his fatal blow.

The more Feng Jia looked, the more frightened she became. She knew that this man was a martial arts master, but she didn't expect his skills to be so high. Song Huai was as surprised as Feng Jia.

They had never seen such fast sword skills, and they couldn't tell who his master was.

However, fear appeared on Shen Shi's stiff and twisted face. He stepped back in fear as if he had seen a ghost: "No... Impossible... You can't be him!"

he?

Who is he?

Feng Jia saw Li Yunyu's movements clearly and was shocked. He immediately stopped him and said, "Brother Yunyu, don't kill him!"

But it was too late.

Li Yunyu's dagger easily cut Shen Shi's throat. The other party covered his neck and fell to the ground in disbelief. Blood gushed out from between Shen Shi's fingers like a waterfall. He looked up at the sky and opened his mouth silently.

"What do you want to say?" Feng Jia knelt on one knee in front of him, but could only hear the man sobbing.

Feng Jia glanced at Li Yunyu who was standing next to him with complicated eyes. His eyes were heavy and no emotion could be seen. Blood flowed down the dagger in his hand, dripping like rain.

He cut Shen Shi's throat accurately. Feng Jia thought that even if she had tried to stop him, he would have found a way to prevent him from speaking.

Someone pushed him hard on the shoulder. Song Huai squatted in front of the man with red eyes, blocking his bleeding wound with both hands, trying to make him die more slowly, and shouted: "Tell me! Who is that man!"

"Who was that man wearing the pear blossom jade pendant back then?"

Shen Shi's eyes were stunned. His gaze swept across Song Huai's angry face, then looked at Li Yunyu who was standing aside. He suddenly smiled, his heart beating like thunder. He opened his mouth, and a stream of thick plasma spurted out of his mouth and choked into his nose. He wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

After a while, he resigned himself to his fate and let Song Huai shake his shoulders like crazy. He didn't say anything, but just looked up at the moon tonight with a bitter smile.

Not reconciled.

Why did he die like that?

Shen Shi suddenly heard a rumble of thunder. He was startled and his thoughts were suddenly brought back to ten years ago.

Ten years ago, eighteen of his brothers were hired to kill someone. Various groups of people were chasing them because of the huge reward from the court. One rainy night, he led his brothers into this dilapidated temple in the mountains and took hostage the then abbot Jingwu and a dozen of his disciples.

He was holding a butcher knife and was about to kill the old monk, but when he saw the bronze Buddha statue in the temple, he changed his mind.

He wanted to see if all monks really had a kind heart like a bodhisattva, so he threw a knife to Jingwu.

"Either your disciple dies, or you die. Make your choice."

He looked leisurely at the monk whose face was as thin as straw. The monk was wearing a tattered patchwork robe. Long-term malnutrition made his cheeks sunken, forming a sharp contrast with the disciples who had rosy complexions due to eating so much.

The monk picked up the knife, looked up at him, said nothing, slowly pointed the tip of the knife at his throat, and stabbed it hard.

The smell of blood filled the air. From beginning to end, Jingwu had a compassionate smile on his face as he spoke to him.

"Donor, please keep your word and let those children go."

He laughed out loud, how stupid.

"How can there be such a fool in this world? Willing to sacrifice his own life for the lives of others? He really deserves to die!"

"Donor, you are wrong," the abbot's eyes were full of compassion, "The Buddha said to give up the small self and become the big self. This is not because the Buddha is stupid, but because the Buddha has great love in his heart."

"Donor, if my death can earn you a trace of conscience, then my death will be worthy."

But he thought it was ridiculous at that time. He really wanted to know if everyone in this temple was as ridiculous as this old monk?

He walked out and threw the knife to the youngest disciple with a smile. The young disciple was only seven or eight years old. His loose monk's robe was patched. He sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at him with his ignorant big eyes, as if he didn't know that this temple had already met its own disaster.

"You die, or your brother dies. Choose one."

The young disciple trembled, glanced at his senior brother next to him, and a trace of panic finally appeared in his black and white eyes.

"Choose!" he shouted. Although he would kill both of them no matter what the young disciple chose, he felt extremely refreshed when he saw the ugly human nature struggling in front of him.

The young disciple slowly raised the tip of the knife and was about to stab it into his own heart, but the senior brother next to him, who was so scared that he even wet his pants, didn't know where he got the courage from, he actually snatched the knife and slit his own throat.

The confident smile on his face slowly froze, he was confused and even more in disbelief!

Then he picked up another disciple, held the bloody knife tightly in his hand, and ordered: "Kill him! Otherwise I will kill you!"

The disciple suddenly smiled brightly.

"Donor, I cannot kill, let alone... kill my fellow apprentice!"

After saying this, he pushed the blade backwards, blood mist splattered out, and he committed suicide.

The eight-year-old disciple looked at his brother's cold body, fearing that another brother would sacrifice himself for him. With a look of sudden realization on his face, he actually bumped his head against the edge of the incense burner and died. His small body fell to the ground, but there was no sign of pain on his face.

He didn't believe it, so he picked up another one, but that man still chose to commit suicide. This continued until all the monks fell in a pool of blood, without a single exception.

For the first time, his long-held faith was shaken, and he even felt a little afraid.

The leader told him that human nature is evil and no one will sacrifice themselves for others, so if you want someone to submit to you, you must first destroy him mentally and then control him with the Brain Pill!

So he doesn't trust anyone, he only believes in himself, and only himself!

But why were these monks not under mind control and able to die for others so calmly?

Another burst of muffled thunder sounded, and Shen Shi's thoughts were brought back to reality. All the past events were like passing clouds, disappearing in a flash.

Was he wrong?

Monk Jingwu, was he really wrong?

Unfortunately, no one can answer this question anymore. The person who once tried to answer him had died under his cold knife ten years ago.

Shen Shi closed his eyes helplessly. Was this the retribution that Buddha talked about? If there was an afterlife, he told himself, maybe he could try to be a good person.

Shen Shi's hands fell to the ground, and he finally died unwillingly.

"He's dead." Feng Jia patted Song Huai's shoulder gently.

Song Huai didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this moment. She laughed because her revenge was achieved, and she cried because the clue was broken.

Feng Jia stood up. The sound of armor colliding came closer and closer. He wrapped the black iron whip around his waist and glanced to the side. Li Yunyu was nowhere to be found.

He runs pretty fast.

"Let's go, they are coming." Feng Jia glanced into the darkness.

Song Huai nodded, and the two of them tiptoed away from the scene quickly. As soon as they left, Xie Haoxuan followed them.