Chapter 142 Retribution

"Puff!"

With a muffled sound, Haoyue felt that her hands were soft, and the sharp knife stabbed into the heart of "ghost worries"!

He saw blood bubbles on the corners of his mouth, his eyes were round, and he collapsed weakly.

"No! You can't die at once! You can't die!" Haoyue roared, but the sharp knife in her hand fell like raindrops!

Until he was covered with blood and the splashed blood blurred his eyes, he saw that the bright sun suddenly fell under the cliff in a blood red. He saw that the blue sky was suddenly stained with blood, and the overwhelming blood flowed tightly around him...

"You got revenge! You have revenge!"

"You can die! You can die!"

......

In the valley, thousands of voices suddenly sounded. These voices rushed to Mei Haoyue like thunder, and his fragile will collapsed.

"No!" Haoyue held the sharp knife high, and he wanted to cut off the blood rushing to him, but his sharp knife stabbed his heart impartially!

"I'm dead." He muttered, and he saw himself fall down and into the sticky blood.

"Amitabha!" With a Buddha's name, the blood light surrounding Mei Haoyue suddenly dispersed. On the cliff, stood a kind-looking monk. He was tall, white and elegant, holding Buddha beads, putting his hands together, closing his eyes slightly, and whispering:

"Is the benefactor all the good?"

"Old monk, how did I know you? What do you mean by sound? Don't block my way of revenge!" Mei Haoyue held a sharp knife high and said fiercely with red eyes.

"Looking for revenge?" The old monk shook his head and smiled indifferently, "Lord, where did this hatred come from?"

"Since you know me, you should know my background!"

"The benefactor is the young master of Jinmei Villa, the first Zhuang in the world, Mei Haoyue." The old monk replied with a smile, "Ten years have passed, and the benefactor hasn't let down his hatred?"

"Put it down?" Haoyue gritted her teeth with hatred, "How can I put it down?" I don't have the same relationship with ghosts!"

"You have killed him." The old monk said lightly, "He is dead. Why do you hate him?"

"Is he dead?" Mei Haoyue muttered, in a trance, he remembered that he had really killed the ghost just now.

"Color is empty, and empty is color. There is nothing, nothing is... Donor, if you think he is dead, he will die. If you want him not to die, his hatred with you will live in your heart forever..."

"I traveled all over the world more than 20 years ago. On the way, I had a sudden illness and was rescued by Mei Yijun, the owner of Jinmei Villa. At that time, Mei Haoyue, the young owner, also sent me two meals. The young master of that year was compassionate and his heart could accommodate the sea. I didn't expect that today's young master is occupied by hatred in his heart... Hey, it's a mess!"

"Is he dead?" Mei Haoyue didn't seem to hear the old monk's words and whispered to herself.

"It's not only that he died, but Mei Haoyue also died." The old monk turned the Buddha beads and sounded like a bell. "The ghost died in Mei Haoyue's hand, and Mei Haoyue died in his own hands. When will the injustice be retribution? Young master, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha..."

In Mei Haoyue's mind, there are two scenes, one is to assassinate ghosts and the other is to kill himself with a knife. Are these two scenarios true?

"Who am I?"

"There must be a cause and a result. The old law has no flowers, and it is fruitless. Amitabha, fruitless, dumped the hatred in your heart. From then on, slowly fill in the compassion brought by you. If you put it down, the world will be peaceful. Wuhua put his hands together and said slowly.

"Good! Since then, I have been fruitless! Just follow you, the old monk!" Mei Haoyue threw the sharp knife down the cliff and followed Wuhua to travel around the world.

With no mercy, he followed the flowerless days and received the Buddhist scriptures and received the baptism of the soul. One day, he was officially ordained in the flowerless temple and became a real Buddhist disciple, which confirmed the prophecy of ghosts and sorrow.

Three years have passed in a flash, and the fruitless days have been calm. He has devoted himself to worshiping Buddha, cloth and vegetarian food, and has become a complete monk. If he doesn't meet ghosts and sorrows, I'm afraid he will be accompanied by the green lantern and ancient Buddha for the rest of his life.

That day, the figs went down the mountain and went to another temple to preach the scriptures. Passing through Baihua City, he found a familiar figure in no result, so he abandoned the flowers and quietly followed him all the way.

The man really entered the ghost village! Enter the hanging tower!

Worried about ghosts!

The hatred that has been suppressed for many years has sprouted, and it has grown up quickly, occupying his whole body, revenge and revenge!

Kill him! Kill him!

This is the only idea in his mind!

His murder has not been put down, but it is hidden and suppressed. When he encounters real ghosts, they are all exposed!

Ghost didn't recognize him! Yes, Mei Haoyue used to be a rich man with elegant jade trees, and the man in front of him was a big monk with a fat head and big ears!

The ghost was alert and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with the master?"

"Yes! Asking you for something!" In fruitless suppression of the soaring murderous spirit.

"There is only medicine here."

"No! And your head!" Wuguo said and suddenly came out with a knife. This time, it was true that the sharp knife pierced into the heart of ghosts!

"You...you are..." He walked back three steps, covered his chest and looked fruitlessly. His memory really couldn't figure out who this person was.

"Don't remember? Mei Haoyue! Mei Haoyue, the chess piece you have used!" He shouted fruitlessly and manicly, grabbed the ghost to see sorrow, and the sharp knife passed by, and his flesh and blood flew.

"The bright moon!" The ghost was so shocked that his soul was out of his mind, "You...didn't die?"

Insuccessfully, he put away the knife and looked coldly at the dying ghost who fell to the ground. Most of the resentment in his heart disappeared. He gasped, stepped on the ghost's chest, stepped on it hard a few times, and said fiercely, "You're not dead! How could I die!"

"Mei Haoyue, you killed me! Kill it!" The ghost snored in his throat, and he begged painfully, "I owe you Mei's family. Kill me!" If you don't kill me, you will kill me even if you chase the moon!"

"Chasing the moon?" Wu Guo was shocked and said, "Where is the pursuit of the moon?"

"I don't know! However, as long as... I am willing to appear, chasing the moon... will definitely appear!" The ghost was so sad that he couldn't breathe, "Kill me..."

I sneered and said, "I won't kill you, keep you, and I'm looking for chasing the moon... Haha, I'm also here to take advantage of you and let you taste the taste of being used..."

"Then don't you... give me... a knife!"

"Don't threaten me!" Wuguo took out a sharp knife and made a deep stroke on the ghostly sad face, "I'll give you a few knives slowly. Don't worry, take your time. I have been looking for you for more than ten years, and I want to torture you like this.

"Amitabha!" Suddenly, the voice of Wuhua came from behind him, "Inno fruit, put down the butcher's knife!"

"Nothing, old monk! I'm blinded by you, and I don't even avenge my family and don't care about my family affection. How can I be compassionate? Wuguo shook the sharp knife and said sharply, "Let's go! Old monk, or I will kill you!"

"No, put it down! Let go... the fate of the world, in one thought. Put it down! Amitabha..."

"What kind of bullshit, is there any bullshit? If I don't take this revenge, how can I meet my dead ancestors!" Wu Guo said and cut a knife in the ghostly face again.

"You have to overcome the obstacles in your heart!" Wuhua said and took a step forward, trying to grab the sharp knife in Wuguo's hand. Ineffectively pushed the old monk hard, and the old monk hit a sharp stone as if he was out of control!

In an instant, blood poured out of the old monk's head!

"Flowerless Master! Master!" Wuhua hurried up and picked up Wuhua. Wuhua closed her eyes slightly, her face was full of blood, and she looked at the anxious fruitless helplessly.

"Master! Don't die! I know it wrong! I won't kill anyone anymore. I won't kill anyone!" In no end regrets.

"The sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore..." Wuhua opened her mouth slightly and said weakly, "In vain, Master filled your heart with your repentance. From then on... I can no longer hold hatred..."

"Master! Why do you suffer so much! I know it's wrong! Wuguo will not kill people in the future..." Wuguo cried, and Wuhua smiled indifferently and gently closed his eyes.

At sunset, in the ghost village, the smoke is diffused, the fire is soaring, the flowers are sitting, and they turn into light smoke and leave.

"Master has achieved positive results. He exchanged his life for my great enlightenment, and I will no longer pursue you. If you want to kill me, you can do it now. He said righteously to the ghost wrapped all over the side.

"How Yue..." The ghost said weakly, "When will the injustice be reprieved? If you don't kill me, I won't kill you. You go, there are descendants of the Mei family. I hope you can meet again..."

"If you meet chasing the moon, don't kill her. Tell her that I'm waiting for her in Baihua Valley. He said fruitlessly and quietly went away.

Ghosts sighed a long sigh of relief!

is finally gone! Otherwise, this old life will be on Haoyue! He can't die, he still wants to get the treasure of the dungeon, and he still wants to live!

Dungeon! It seems that Mei Haoyue didn't get Jin Meiling either! Otherwise, he would not have become a monk! According to the treasures of the dungeons estimated by ghosts, it is not difficult to rebuild thousands of Jinmei villas!

In no way, he left the ghost village and did not return to the flowerless temple. He went to the abandoned Baihua Valley, waiting to chase the moon to find him.

This is another few years. During this period, he returned to the ghost village and Jinmei Villa. The past was vivid in his eyes, and there was no flowerless control. Gradually, he abandoned the Buddhist chanting and became a wild monk, and his temperament returned to the past, hot and perverse.

He has seen ghosts several times, and he has been ruined and old. I don't want to kill him anymore.

And he was worried and had a ghost in his heart. He had to wait for the moon to appear. He tried his best to force the moon to appear. The more he wanted to get Jin Meiling, the more he became, the more crazy he wanted to get Jin Meiling to open the dungeon, get the elixir, and seek the art of immortality!

......

"Bum!"

A loud noise interrupted the fruitless memory. He turned around, and the lid of the crystal coffin was pounded. He saw a pair of black hands pushing the lid hard. No, he is coming out!

It may be a ghost in it! Is he practicing evil skills? Don't let him out. Although he will no longer kill ghosts, he will not let him come out to make trouble.

On the fruitless body, there is a sword with a long history. When Wuhua gave this sword to him, he told him that this sword was given by immortals and could suppress demons and eliminate demons without seeing blood.

He remembered the flowerless advice and never dared to kill with this sword. Now, it's time to verify it!

He took out his sword with a "bang", and the sword came out of its sheath with a beautiful sword flower. Its powerful sword spirit made the fruitless wrist painful. As soon as it let go, the sword flew out!

In the fruitless eyes, the sword rotated in the air, and then inserted straight into the lid of the crystal coffin with sharp sword spirit!

"Oh..." There was a howling in the crystal coffin, and the two black hands raised high instantly turned into black smoke. Wuguo came closer and saw that the human figure in the crystal coffin had disappeared, but the smoke was everywhere, making the crystal crystal coffin look like an ordinary wooden coffin dyed with black paint.