He Yunmin stepped back coldly, amused by his words, "Are you kidding me?"
Thinking back to those poisoned knives and poisoned porridge, if he hadn't been vigilant enough, he would have met his end long ago. But this bastard actually said he was just teasing him?
"Oh, what are you afraid of? This time, I'm just playing a little game with you."
Treat others the way they have treated you.
After saying that, he just turned around and left. This little bug would at most make Lu Ming lose a few pieces of flesh, but it wouldn't kill him.
He also wants to find and kill the mastermind behind the destruction of the He Mansion.
While fighting with Lu Ming, he was also exhausted trying to investigate the mess of clues. His energy was very limited, so it would be better to just tie him up.
So as to avoid letting this annoying guy delay his work.
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One busy afternoon later, He Yunmin suddenly received several letters at once. He Yunmin took them, glanced at them casually, and when he saw the signature on the top letter, he was instantly panicked.
The names of He Qianyan and Su Tangyue were clearly written on the envelope. He Yunmin narrowed his eyes and opened the letter in panic.
This is my father's handwriting, which describes how my father and mother were rescued two years ago, where they are now, and the He family massacre.
Looking at the familiar handwriting, He Yunmin couldn't help but have tears in his eyes. Two years ago, when he woke up and heard the bad news, he stumbled back to the He Mansion even though he disobeyed the order of the hall master.
When he pushed the door open, he saw a desolate place. Later, he saw the newly added plaque in the He Mansion Ancestral Hall. He did not have Zhao Zhao's special ability, so from beginning to end, he thought that his father and mother had met with an accident.
I hid the pain in my heart and didn't dare to show it in front of my brother. Now... now, it's okay. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.
Suppressing his inner excitement, He Yunmin carefully read the contents of the letter again.
"I see..." he murmured softly.
My father told me in great detail about the family massacre, and he knew how to investigate it.
After carefully folding the letter and putting it in his arms, He Yunmin looked fierce and headed for the next destination without stopping.
He casually placed the rest of the letters on the table to read next time.
The sunlight filtered through the window and fell onto the dim table, illuminating the character "Zhao" on the bottom letter.
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Two months later, it was an ordinary day in Zhao Zhao's ordinary temple life, but it was also the last day.
As usual, he went to see Xuanxin and Fuwei, and after giving guidance to the last commoner, Zhaozhao walked steadily back to his quiet Zen room.
Lying on the not-so-soft bed, Zhaozhao closed his eyes obediently and covered himself with the quilt.
【Host, it's time to go. 】
As Zhao Zhao nodded, his consciousness gradually became dizzy.
He left quietly and suddenly.
When the discovery was made, the entire temple was shocked. They couldn't understand why the Buddhist disciple who had just smiled at them was gone.
Fu Wei had already undressed and gone to sleep, but when he heard the sad news, he crawled to Zhao Zhao's meditation room without even putting on his clothes.
Xuanxin and the host were all here, surrounding Zhaozhao's bed. Fu Wei ignored them, pushed Xuanxin aside and squeezed to the front.
"If born..."
The young man in front of him was already dead. He was covered with a quilt. His face was extremely pale, but the cinnabar between his eyebrows was dazzlingly red.
Fu Wei seemed unable to speak, and just kept calling "Ruosheng". In great pain, he couldn't even hear what others were saying.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the abbot's sigh and the master's disappointment in him.
Fu Wei's ears were pulled up by Xuan Xin. He raised his red eyes and smiled, "Master, why are you hitting me..."
Tears streamed down his face. He couldn't understand why the accident happened so quickly. He had clearly predicted... predicted that Ruosheng would have a bright future...
Could it be that his algorithm has regressed again...
"Master, why, why would Ruosheng die? ...Didn't you say he would become a saint?!"
Finally, Fu Wei's emotions completely broke out. Seeing that his master ignored him, he turned around and held Zhao Zhao's cold and stiff arm regardless.
With a "bang", his knee hit the ground hard, but he didn't feel any pain. He stared at Zhao Zhao's face, which seemed to be just asleep, and said, "Ruosheng, what's wrong with you?!"
When I saw him this afternoon, he was still full of energy...
Xuan Xin stood silently by, holding a pair of cracked Bodhi beads in his hand, his face frosty. The once kind old monk also had tears in his eyes when he saw this scene.
The abbot glanced at Fu Wei, then pointed at the stunned monk next to him and said, "Hurry and drag him away."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone came to pull Fu Wei away. Fu Wei didn't have the strength to break free, so he could only hold on to the edge of the bed with trembling hands, refusing to leave no matter what.
"Hahahahaha, Master, I don't believe it. Someone must have harmed Ruosheng!"
He doesn't believe it!
He doesn't believe it!!
How could a Buddhist disciple with “superb magical powers” die in such an unclear way?
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