Chapter 24 Can you help me wipe my back?

I don’t know how much time passed.

Lin Fan looked around. It was peaceful and quiet, without any movement. He heard a ticking sound and when he looked down, he saw that it was the blood from the axe dripping onto the ground.

He glanced at Liu the Butcher who was standing there in a daze, and without saying much, he walked to the well in the village, threw the bucket into it, then lifted it up, scooped up the water in both hands, and washed his face.

The clear water soon turned red.

He loves cleanliness very much and cannot tolerate being dirty. He feels uncomfortable if he is even slightly dirty.

I continued to fetch water and wash my face, bucket after bucket. The clear water washed away the stains on my face, but the polluted heart could never be washed clean no matter how hard I tried.

Before going down the mountain, he felt that the world was as beautiful as his master and senior brothers in Chaotian Taoist Temple. But when his master wanted to refine him into a human pill, he realized that the world was not beautiful.

With all the experiences, my fragile heart suffered a great shock.

It's terrible, so terrible.

He fetched another bucket of water and threw the scarlet axe in, rubbing it vigorously with both hands, just wanting to wash away the blood. However, the blood had already seeped into the wooden handle and could not be washed clean no matter how hard he tried.

After a moment.

Lin Fan grabbed the clothes of a villager nearby, wiped the water stains off the axe, and walked towards Butcher Liu step by step.

Butcher Liu was neither panicked nor afraid, he just watched.

The energy and spirit in my heart seemed to be gone all at once with Fubao's death.

Even though Lin Fan got closer and the smell of blood hit him, he remained unmoved, not even blinking.

In the entire village, the only two people alive were him and his mother.

"Do you think what I did was right?" Lin Fan asked.

Hear the sound.

Butcher Liu's dim eyes gradually regained their luster, "Yes, you did what I wanted to do but couldn't do. They really deserve to die."

Lin Fan raised his hand and patted Butcher Liu's shoulder, "This is why I kept you here."

Butcher Liu looked at the shoulder that was tapped, and saw a faint red handprint.

"What are you going to do with Fubao's body? Dig out his heart and plant it in the soil. A new Fubao will appear in thirty years, and then this village will be filled with the laughter of Fubao again." Lin Fan said.

Butcher Liu shook his head. "No, I won't let Fubao appear. He is too simple and kind. As long as he appears, he will be remembered by others. People in this world need Fubao, but Fubao doesn't need them."

Lin Fan said: "Fubao's heart is where his vitality lies. Your mother is blind and has a severed tongue. If you eat the heart, her eyes will be restored and her severed tongue will grow back."

Butcher Liu shook his head again. "Fubao once said that when he died, he wanted me to cut a piece of his heart to feed my mother. I refused, and so did my mother. The people in the village owe Fubao too much, and greed has turned them into inhuman beings."

"But my mother and I are human beings, we are human beings."

The last sentence was shouted out.

Any practitioner who encounters a rare monster like Fubao, who is full of treasures.

It will definitely be refined into a great medicine.

But Lin Fan didn't think much of it. He believed in his own talent for cultivation and that he could achieve success even without the help of external objects.

He did not communicate with Butcher Liu, but stepped into the house. With every step he took, blood dripped. It was the blood on his clothes. His black clothes were already red, a scary and shocking red.

"I thought it would take a long time to dye the black clothes red, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. It was really unexpected."

He took off his red clothes, and his washed hands turned red again, and his strong body was also stained red.

"Butcher Liu, can you help me wipe the blood off my back? I can't reach it." Lin Fan turned around and looked at Butcher Liu who was holding Fubao.

"good."

Butcher Liu put Fubao down, took a clean towel, stood behind him, and wiped the blood off his back, over and over again, with movements ranging from gentle to vigorous.

"This blood-stained shirt is for you." Lin Fan felt the other party's thoughtful service, which reminded him of the feeling of having his back rubbed in the bathroom. It was comfortable, cozy, and indescribably refreshing.

"Send it to me?"

"Yes, for you."

"Okay, but can I wrap Fubao in this bloody robe and let it rest in the ground with Fubao?"

"Why?"

"Fubao loves everyone, but everyone doesn't love Fubao. This piece of clothing is stained with everyone's blood. I want Fubao to know that everyone is always with him and he doesn't need to appear in this world anymore."

Butcher Liu's voice was a little hoarse, and had a hint of crying.

"good……"

After wiping the blood off his back, he unfolded the folded Taoist robe, shook it, and then put it on. The moment he put the robe on, the ferocious look in Lin Fan's eyes disappeared, and in his place appeared the righteous Taoist Xuan Dian.

Butcher Liu looked at Lin Fan stupidly and rubbed his eyes.

He felt that the Taoist priest seemed to have changed.

It's not an illusion, it's real.

"Donor, do you have any farm tools, tools for digging the ground?" Lin Fan said softly with a smile on his face.

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"Yes, there is."

"Then please find two of them so we can bury the bodies outside."

"Bury them?"

Butcher Liu looked back outside the door. Those corpses looked so real and so tragic. How long would they have to be buried?

Lin Fan said, "As the saying goes, dust returns to dust, even if they have committed many evil deeds and deserve to die, I am cultivating the Dao and a kind heart. Since I have seen them, how can I just watch them lie exposed in the wilderness? Burying them will give them a place to go."

For some reason, Butcher Liu felt that the Taoist priest in front of him exuded a compassionate aura.

It’s like not being able to bear to see other people suffer.

Is this still the same vicious man who kills people as easily as killing chickens and holds an axe in his hand?

No, it's an illusion, it should be an illusion.

Soon, Lin Fan and Butcher Liu were standing in the village carrying farm tools. The old woman felt her way to the chair next to the butcher shop. Although she couldn't see anything, she was still looking around, making babbling sounds and gesticulating with her hands, as if she was saying something.

Butcher Liu said, "Mom, it's okay. The villagers were just performing for Fubao. Now it's over and everyone has gone home. Fubao cured everyone and the plague has disappeared."

The old woman nodded and a smile appeared on her face.

"Master, let's begin."

"Um."

Lin Fan walked up to a corpse, not knowing where the person lived, so he dragged the body into the house, and soon he heard the sound of digging the ground.

Kill them because they are demons in human skin.

To bury them is to give them some dignity.

Those who practice Taoism are often kind-hearted people.

Butcher Liu walked up to the body of a child, looked at it in a daze, sighed, looked around, found the half-cut head, pieced it together, and then, like the Taoist priest, moved it into the house and started digging the ground.

No sadness, no discomfort.

I always recall in my mind the greed in the villagers' eyes when they silently looked at Fubao, and even licked their lips as if they wanted to eat Fubao.

From today on, Changsheng Village disappeared.

He and his mother will leave this place and build a house in the mountains to be with Fubao.

If you were born in this village and were not a human being like them, you would be happy.

But he wanted to be a human being, and watching the villagers going increasingly crazy day and night, his heart was in pain and torture.

(End of this chapter)