big master, big liar

a day ago—

"Is this enough?" Ji Yunxi leaned against the door, raised her head slightly and looked at the clouds in the sky, as if she was talking about today's weather with someone.

Jue Yuan lowered his head, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Song Xuan will find a way to rescue your senior brother, send this group of people to prison, and let their heads fall to the ground." Ji Yunxi asked softly. "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end... This excerpt will stop here, are you happy?"

Jueyuan stared straight at Ji Yunxi without blinking.He still looked like a quiet and well-behaved little monk, but Ji Yunxi saw a dormant beast under his eyes.

Ji Yunxi laughed.

He knew what Jue Yuan's answer was.

People like them will not be satisfied with the retribution of good and evil and the cycle of karma.

"I know that Song Xuan must have asked you to keep some secret." Ji Yunxi didn't pay attention to him for more than a moment, but whispered something in just the right volume: "Then, you also remember that the next thing is not to let Song Xuan know of."

Ji Yunxi's voice is always cool, reminiscent of the moon in the well water, or the cold light on the sword.

But what he said at this moment was like the ravings of an evil ghost in the ears of a sleeper, constantly provoking the tumbling magma deep in his heart.

No matter how wary Jue Yuan was, he had to admit that every word the young man said was a hand behind his back.

Pushing him down a path of no return.

He couldn't refuse the hand.

Jue Yuan finally nodded solemnly.

"I know what you want, and I'll let you do it yourself."

From the beginning to the end, Ji Yunxi seemed to be a sick young man who was obsessed with the scenery, and even the cold and soft expression was just right.

The only thing that betrayed him was the slight curvature of the corners of his eyes.

"It's going to rain," he said.

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Song Xuan drove the carriage and whipped the whip hard, as if to vent the incomprehensible emotions in his heart.

Sitting on the shaft of the car, Ji Yunxi looked at his tight lips, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "Are you angry?"

"I'm not angry, I'm just..." Song Xuan sighed. "I'm just a little out of breath."

Originally, Song Xuan planned it long ago, everyone in the prefect knew that he was a book lover, Jue Xing would definitely invite him to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

His original intention was to get some chicken blood, let Jue Yuan sprinkle it in the scripture storage pavilion, and then write a word of injustice, and make a scary appearance.

He also wrote a pleading paper according to Qing Kong's handwriting, and wanted to send it to the magistrate in the name of ghosts and gods.

The two of them and Bai Xiaotao were responsible for rushing into the cellar, driving the carriage, and escorting the monk to the inn in the city.

In the future, when the magistrate investigated, they only asked Bai Xiaotao to excuse that she accidentally discovered the cellar and rescued the monk.

As soon as the magistrate leaves the gate of the monastery, these monks can serve as witnesses to bring those villains to justice.

When all the dust settles, this incident will become a story of the soul of the eminent monk who died in vain, kept asking for help from outsiders, and finally got his injustice cleared.

But he never expected that Jue Yuan has gone crazy.

Without anyone noticing, he killed the two thieves, skinned them, and hung them in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

What makes him even more troublesome is that there is only one Jueyuan left in the temple now, and God knows what will happen.

Jueyuan grew up in the temple all these years, and later did all the dirty work, so he knew Wuyun Temple well.

Coupled with his full of hatred, there is nothing Jue Yuan can't do.

Song Xuan originally had good intentions, wanting to redress the injustice of the soul who died in vain, but he made it difficult for this matter to end in his hands.

Ji Yunxi rubbed his temples for him, with a faint smile on his face: "You don't have to worry, Jue Yuan is very smart, nothing will happen."

"I'm not afraid that he will be discovered by Jue Xing," Song Xuan pursed his lips into a straight line. "I'm afraid he's going to close the door and drive those people out."

Ji Yunxi's hand rubbing for him stopped slightly.

"What's wrong with that?" he asked. "He's just getting revenge."

"The group of people in the temple, death is not a pity." Song Xuan shook his head: "I'm just afraid that he won't be able to turn his head back."

"Revenge, if you really want to be able to revenge, it's okay. With Jueyuan's temperament, even if he kills these people with his own hands, he will still hate. Even if he kills all the people in the world, he will not be able to get back his master. On the contrary, it will be even worse. Indulging in old things makes it more painful."

Song Xuan said in a low voice: "I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of this shackle in his life."

Ji Yunxi didn't answer.

Song Xuan hit the mark.

Ji Yunxi knew it from the moment she saw Jueyuan.

He is no longer a monk.

Even, he is no longer alone.

Ji Yunxi suddenly laughed lowly.

Everyone likes to watch the big dramas of revenge and hatred in the playbook.

But how many people have cared about what happened to that knight-errant who got his revenge and had blood on his hands in the end?

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It was still raining outside.

Jue Xing sat alone in the meditation room.

He is waiting for someone.

On the day of Jingkong Festival, they found two dead bodies in the Sutra Pavilion, and all monks and pilgrims were asked to stay in their rooms, waiting for the investigation by the government, and not to move around.

That night, it rained cats and dogs.

The rain washed away the nine-layered earth platform they had built and crushed an old linden tree, which just blocked the door of the inner courtyard where the monks lived.

People outside couldn't get in, and people inside couldn't get out. This small courtyard had completely become an isolated island.

At the same time, they found that the monks locked in the cellar disappeared, and Jue Yuan was also missing. There were only a few bandits left in the cellar whose hands and feet had been cut off, and only their bodies were constantly wriggling.

Most of the people are trying to escape from this temple these two days.

But they were all dead.

Some came out of the wall and fell from the top of the wall. Sharpened bamboos were buried outside the wall, and each root passed through his body, as if thousands of arrows pierced his heart.

Some tried to break the lock on the door, but touched the mechanism, and were shot through the throat and eyes.

Some were bitten to death by poisonous snakes that came from nowhere, and were stung to death by wasps in the kitchen.

More people were burned to death in the room.

This group of villains never thought that they have been fighting for many years, and countless souls have been killed by the sword in their hands. Even the government has nothing to do with them.This small monastery has become their burial place.

In the end, only Jue Xing was left.

It wasn't that he wanted to stay in this meditation room, but that he passed out after eating supper on the first day, and when he woke up, he was already in this room, his whole body was sore and numb, without any strength.

He knew there wouldn't be any organs here.

Because this is a pure meditation room.

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he knows that these hauntings are only human revenge.

And this person, he knew who it was.

This person will not have the heart to burn down the empty meditation room, let alone place poisonous snakes or arrow traps here.

This person would not be reconciled if he hadn't killed him. Sooner or later, he would appear in this room.

Keeping him here is just to enjoy the last feast.

"Is it you? Brother Jue Yuan?" Jue Xing raised his voice and asked.

Jue Yuan appeared at the door.

He still looked like a boy, with round eyes, thin lips, and a pointed chin, wearing a gray monk robe with deep and shallow dark red spots on it.

He holds a knife in his hand.

The knife was covered with blood from the blade to the handle, and it fell to the ground drop by drop, like blood-red tears.

"They're all dead?" Jue Xing stared outside with a smile on his face.

It wasn't the steady and honest smile he pretended to be, but a genuinely happy smile.

Jue Xing saw the answer in Jue Yuan's eyes, and he smiled even more happily: "As expected of my senior brother, amazing, amazing!"

If it wasn't for him being unable to move, he would probably be applauding happily now.

Jueyuan stood in front of him motionless, without any color in his eyes.

This reminded Juexing of the day when Jingkong was burned in the fire.

He also smiled happily.

Jue Yuan also had the same expression.

Watch that grand ceremony together.

"Are you going to kill me?" Jue Xing stared at him with a smile, without the slightest bit of displeasure. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, and now I'm a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

The knife in Jue Yuan's hand moved, and it severed the tendons in his left hand with incomparable precision.

Immediately afterwards he cut his tendons and hamstrings.

He had watched Beggar's head many times before, so there was no slight deviation in his moves.

Jue Xing broke out in cold sweat from the pain, the scar on his face was distorted, but he still smiled.

He said, "I guess you're going to cut off my tongue, aren't you?"

"What a pity, I wanted to tell you a secret."

Jue Yuan raised the knife.

"Master will go to bliss." Jue Xing looked at his numb eyes and couldn't help laughing.

"And I will wait for you in hell."