That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

The visitor didn't expect that Si Huai would find out his identity, and suddenly thought of something, his expression darkened, he hid the pen in his sleeve robe, turned around and was about to leave.

Before his hand touched the door bolt, the door had already been kicked open by someone outside, knocking him back a few steps.

More than a dozen disciples in Sheng's family clothes blocked the door, and the one who kicked the door nodded at Si Huai and said "Excuse me", and silently retreated to the back to make way.

Si Huai walked slowly to the table and lit the candles on the table, and when he turned around, he saw old Sect Master Sheng leading Sheng Lanchu and Sheng Jincheng in, followed by Young Master Dongyang and Monk Wu Nian.

Sect Master Sheng stood in front of that person with a terrifyingly gloomy face. He raised and lowered one hand, but he still didn't dare to take off the hood to see the face hidden underneath.

"I have been friends with you for ten years, and I handed over my only son to you to teach, but I never thought that you would do such a murderous and bloodthirsty thing!"

"Hehe...hehehe..." The man laughed to himself, glanced at the burning candle, reached out and took off his hood, his cold and gloomy eyes fell on Wu Nian who was behind him, a little Wrongly stunned for a moment, he said, "Is it you, the monk, who attracted you?"

Wu Nian didn't answer, but glanced at the pale Si Huai, folded his hands and said "Amitabha" in a low voice.

"Even without him, you wouldn't be able to leave tonight, Mr. Lin." Sheng Jin looked at him firmly, with many messy thoughts in his eyes, and firmly suppressed his steps to turn around and run away. .

That was Mr. Enlightenment, whom he had known since he could read, taught him countless ways of dealing with the world, and told him how to combine him with that murderous demon?

"Could it be that you're going to wait for me at the welcome banquet tonight?" Mr. Lin looked at the faces of the people around him, confirming his suspicions.

If he deliberately sent someone to invite him, he would naturally become suspicious, but this banquet was set up for the son of Dongyang, who came from afar. Old Sect Master Sheng invited him, his best friend for many years, to come and see his future son-in-law. There is no excuse.

"But in just two days, how do you know that I did it? How do you know that I will do it here tonight?"

"What a monk can find out, my disciples of Mikihara can also find out." Sheng Lanchu leaned on the table with his arms folded, his tone was cold, and he deliberately avoided his gaze.

"In recent years, more people have died in the west of Fengmian City than in other districts. Mr. Lin, you happen to live in the west of the city. Looking back, the time when this kind of death with a smile behind it appeared in Fengmian City was probably ten years ago. And Mr. Lin, you happened to come to Fengmian ten years ago. When the accident happened a few days ago, you were the only one there besides this monk, what do you think is a coincidence?"

There was silence in the room for a while, and Monk Wu Nian stood aside silently reciting scriptures, as if the person mentioned just now was not him.

Sheng Lanchu poured a cup of cold tea for herself, but didn't drink it. She held the exquisite teacup under her fingertips, and the unsteeped tea leaves swirled in the tea, which made her lose her mind for a while.

"This monk came to me and told me that you did it, sir. I don't believe it. You are not a practitioner. Who can you kill with a pen in your hand? But after thinking about it, you can't completely kill sir He said that he heard two people talking behind the bushes, and guessed that someone would do something tonight, we have been guarding against the little monk, but I didn't expect you to pick a young man, sir."

Si Huai looked at Wu Nian, who was a few people away, and continued to shake his fan calmly, but couldn't help recalling the "frivolous" deeds in his room not long ago in his mind.

When did he go looking for Sheng Lanchu?And why did you bring so many people here?

Now is not the time to ask these doubts. Old Sect Master Sheng sat down at the side, waved his hands away the disciples of the Sheng family surrounding the door, looked at Sheng Jincheng next to him, and felt mixed feelings for a while.

"Xing Yun, I'm used to believing what you say, but now the facts are like this, you should tell me something. Why on earth would you do these things?"

Mr. Lin did not expect that at this moment, Sect Master Sheng regarded him as a close friend, called him a word, his throat rolled twice, his eyes were flushed, and he said with difficulty and determination: "Because I can only survive by doing this! Only in this way Only then can we not have to wag our tails and beg for mercy like a dog on the street!"

The little monk Chen didn't know when he woke up, brought a stove of charcoal fire, and slowly cooked tea at the table.

There was a faint "cracking" sound from the sparks. Mr. Lin turned his head to look at the bubbling water in the stove, and opened it in a low voice.

"My real name is Lin Ying, and I live in Yongchuan City. My father is a counselor in front of the Lord Yongchuan City. He is highly praised for his wisdom. But my mother is just a hooker girl. After a one-night stand, my father sent someone to redeem me and sent her In the farthest village of Yongchuan City, only ten taels of silver are left. Before I was seven years old, I lived with my mother in the village."

When he was seven years old, a dozen people from the Lin family came to pick him up in a big carriage.

The young Lin Ying didn't know how his father knew of his existence, nor why his father didn't pick up his mother, but only kept in mind his mother's instructions to him, and went to the Lin family to be a well-behaved young master. .

But... this was the beginning of the darkest period of his life.

The reason why the Lin family took him home, this shameful and filthy illegitimate child, was not because the conscience in his chest had been discovered, but because the young master of the Lin family was suffering from an incurable disease and needed someone with the same flesh and blood as him to do it. Yao Yin, and Lin's father has a high position and authority in Yongchuan City, so it is naturally impossible to make himself a medicine primer and make him sick all over.

Xiao Linying didn't know how to be a good medicine primer to save his brother's life, but obediently asked someone to cut his wrist to take a bowl of blood every three months.

He thought that he could be a concubine young master in the Lin family if he behaved well, but after all, he was the child of a lowly prostitute. Even if he bleeds the same blood as them, he is still a lowly person. servants are inferior.

His father was indifferent to him, the eldest lady saw him as an eyesore and made things difficult for three days, and the servants at home saw that he was not treated well and everyone dared to bully him. The most important thing is the animal shack, and only the elder brother who drank his own blood occasionally thought of such a younger brother, and would send him something that he dared not ask for.

A bowl of blood in March, except that he will be given a few days of blood-enriching medicinal food after each bloodletting, the rest of the day is like living in hell. Once such days pass, it will be ten years.

After ten years, my elder brother finally got rid of the root of the disease, and became a good man with outstanding literary and military skills, but Lin Ying became a sick child with ailments because of years of blood collection and lack of good care.

In the winter of that year, Lin Ying was very ill. He coughed so badly at night that he could vomit a few mouthfuls of blood. The servants did not dare to seek a doctor for him for fear of offending his masters. In desperation, he could only seek help from his father. He didn't expect his father to ask someone to throw him out of the Lin family immediately, as if he was afraid that he would suffer bad luck if he died in the house.

People are cold-blooded when they face things that have nothing to do with them. Lin Ying lived on the street and stared at him all the time, but he couldn't die with that breath. He wandered all the way back to the small village where he lived when he was young, but That thatched cottage had been abandoned for many years.

After careful questioning, he found out that in the third year after he was picked up by the Lin family, his mother became ill. She dragged her sick body to the Lin family to look for him, but was kicked out like a plague god, and finally took him with him. Died with regret, and was buried in a barren hill with the help of a few kind neighbors.

Lin Ying took a knife to his mother's grave, leaned against the stone tablet and wanted to commit suicide, the knife cut deeply on his wrist, but he didn't die.

Not only did he not die, he also saw his mother in that drowsy dream for the first time, and his mother pointed to the mound of earth behind him, repeatedly urging the "magic brush", "dream" and "life".

After waking up, Lin Ying dug up the tomb, and actually found a jade pen inside. The body of the pen was covered with some old dust, but the tip of the pen was surprisingly clean.

When he was a child, he did hear from his mother that there was an ancestral magical brush in the family, which could steal Yangshou and extend his own life in other people's dreams, but since there was such a thing, why would she still die?Why didn't the generations of ancestors continue their lives with this pen?

Lin Ying only found out about this later, stealing other people's ten years of life, put it on his own only five years, the more times you use it, the less life you add, if you want to live forever, you have to keep killing people, from the beginning Killing one person in ten or eight years, and then killing a few people in a year, the hands are stained with blood debts that cannot be washed clean, so living like this is actually more painful than dying.

But at that time, Lin Ying just wanted to live.

Not only to survive, but also to get retribution for those who bullied him and looked down on him.

"The first person I killed was the father who gave birth to me but never looked at me. I trapped him in his dream of spring and autumn, and took away his life span and added it to myself." Mr. Lin took a cup of hot tea, thanked him softly, glanced at Sheng Jincheng, who was beside him with his lips pursed and silent, with paranoid and sullen eyes, and softened a little.

"There is also the eldest lady, and those servants who treat me like a dog. I have not let go of any of them, except for the elder brother who cared about me. This was a bizarre and big case in Yongchuan City back then. The Lin family There was only one person left, but those people were not poisoned or wounded, the city lord ordered the investigation for five years, and even the nearby fairy gates were alarmed, in the end it was only regarded as an evil thing, let it go."

But he, Lin Ying, changed his name and hid in Fengmian City.

No one would know how the members of the Lin family died, just like no one would know that the Lin family had such an illegitimate child.

"Amitabha..." Wu Nian let out a pitiful sigh, his heavy eyes fell on Lin Ying, and his tone was somewhat accusatory, "You killed the people of the Lin family because they didn't treat you kindly, but you killed them all these years Do people like you treat you coldly? You let your brother go because he was kind to you, but you have killed thousands of people over the years, how innocent are they?"

Lin Ying murmured for a while, staring at the leaves floating in the teacup, and suddenly smiled a little strangely.

"They are indeed innocent, but who told these people to be unlucky to meet me? Aren't you wondering why all the dying people are either old or sick? When I was dying of illness, no one was willing to save me. Why can they live? I watch them die, and I feel happy!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Sheng Jincheng interrupted him loudly, losing the modesty and warmth of the past, and forced to ask: "If you want to see those people have nowhere to go, why did you attack brother Qi Zhou tonight? You are here tonight not because you want to kill, but because someone wants you to kill! Sir, who is that person?"

Lin Ying didn't expect that the gentle young man he taught would force him to ask such questions, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Before he could answer, a sharp and piercing whistle sounded outside, and a few black shadows flashed past outside the window. Before everyone could react, a few short arrows shot in, and shot right through Mr. Lin's back.

The sneak attacker seemed to be afraid that he would not be able to die, so he fired another arrow before the disciples of the Sheng family surrounded him, and then two short whistles sounded.

The sharp arrow pierced the window paper with the sound of the wind, and Sheng Lan's sharp eyes quickly pressed down on Dong Yangyan, and the arrow brushed past his head, pointing directly at Wu Nian's face.

Si Huai's heart, which was made of loess, stopped beating, and he blocked Wu Nian without thinking. The sharp arrow pierced through his clothes and pierced into his left chest. arms.

The author has something to say: "Ding - today's update"

Tonight I suddenly feel a little sad for no reason, the scumbag author feels like he has a bit of a writing breakdown, and the feeling that fewer and fewer people are watching, suddenly frustrated and cried out T^T

I will continue to code when I calm down (>_<)