Chapter 8 Master: I also want to eat a big bowl of chopped green onion beef noodles

"Nima."

"Alpaca."

Inside the house, Lin Fan raised his axe and chopped towards Ma Sanbao. Each blow of the axe was more sincere and angry than the last. While chopping at the opponent, he opened the Eye of Merit.

The giant baby Ma Sanbao, wearing a bellyband, had tears and snot all over his face. He rolled on the ground in pain, wailing and begging for mercy.

The axe pierced into the flesh and was pulled out, blood splattered, and the walls, the ground, and the clothes were all stained with blood.

He had never thought he could be so angry.

Even more brutal than when he hacked and killed his master.

"Master...Master, please forgive me."

"Shut up, you are unforgivable. You rob, you curse, you hit, I can have a good talk with you and reform you, but you should never beat your own mother who loves you to death. If God doesn't take you, I will."

Lin Fan angrily swung his axe several times, chopping the opponent's remaining arm into several pieces.

“Ah, ah…”

Ma Sanbao's breath gradually weakened, and even his screams became as weak as a mosquito.

At this time, Ma Sanbao had been forced into a corner. Lin Fan bent over and swung his axe at the opponent like a machine. He did not stop no matter how bloody the opponent was.

The world may be in chaos, but morality cannot be lost.

No matter what reason the other party can give, he will not listen. He only believes what he sees. Your reason is useless to me. My reason is the real reason.

[Merit+0.1]

Stopped.

He knew that the opponent had been physically eliminated by him.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

"God knows that I did the right thing and gave me merit."

Lin Fan held the bloody axe and looked at the corpse. He did not feel any discomfort after the chopping. He squatted down, grabbed the other person's clothes and wiped the axe.

One, two, three times.

Can't be wiped clean.

No more wiping.

I looked at the clothes on my body, which were stained with blood. It was a bit intolerable. I needed to wash the clothes. But then I thought, this is not blood, but a merit.

When the black clothes are dyed into blood, perhaps that is the time when the merit is fulfilled.

He blew out the oil lamp, the room returned to darkness, he closed the door and left, disappearing into the night.

Those who do things without leaving their names are the true chivalrous men.

Bang! The closed door was pushed open again.

Lin Fan, who had left, returned the same way he had come, lit the oil lamp, walked to the corner, swung the axe and started madly chopping at Ma Sanbao, who was dead and could not die anymore.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

If someone passes by and hears the sound, they will definitely sigh and say that this family lives a really good life, chopping pork in the middle of the night. They must want to eat pork-filled dumplings.

…

early morning.

There were many people gathered around Ma Sanbao's house.

"Ma Sanbao is dead."

"He's really dead. He died a very tragic death. You know the butcher Zheng who found the body. He's a ruthless pig killer. He was so scared that his face turned pale. Can you imagine how tragic it is?"

"Heh, after beating his mother to death, he was killed himself. This is really karma. Retribution is inevitable."

"Fuck, this is scary. When did such a ferocious guy appear in our Huanglang Town? It seems that we have to keep a low profile recently. No matter how noisy or noisy it is, who can stand it if he chops people like this just because of a disagreement?"

The onlookers were talking about it and pointing fingers at it.

Soon, the town's yamen runners came out carrying a rack covered with a cloth, with blood dripping from the cracks in the rack.

It can be seen from their faces that they were also very scared, and some of them even vomited.

A yamen runner looked at the crowd, pointed his finger, and said angrily: "I don't care what your situation is or what you are up to. If anyone dares to kill someone and chop the body like this again, I will not let you go. Damn, it's really unlucky this morning."

The meaning is very clear.

It’s your business to kill people.

If they chop the body into this shape again, it will be the job of the yamen runners.

After saying this, a group of yamen runners left in a hurry, cursing, saying it was unlucky and disgusting.

As the bailiffs left, the onlookers rushed into the house. They wanted to loot all of Ma Sanbao's belongings, but soon they heard howling from inside the house.

"Damn those yamen runners! They shave me cleaner than a dog licks me."

Everybody likes a person who has no descendants.

They like it, and the yamen runners like it even more.

This is the way the world is.

In the crowd.

Lin Fan, wearing a Taoist robe, was holding a little rabbit.

"Xiaotu, does the government really not care about anything?" Lin Fan watched everything. He thought that the bailiffs would file a case to find the murderer, but when he thought about how Ma Sanbao killed his own mother and got away with it, it was obvious that he was asking this question even though he knew the answer.

"No matter." The little rabbit shook his head and said sadly: "Grandma is dead. She was very kind to us before. Although she didn't have a good life, she would often cook cakes for us sometimes."

As the little rabbit spoke, his eyes started to turn red.

She didn't feel sad at all about Ma Sanbao's death, and even felt relieved.

A bad guy is a bad guy.

Lin Fan touched the little rabbit's head and said nothing.

"Master, who killed the bad guy Ma?" asked the little rabbit.

"I don't know. It may be that he is just someone who can't stand it. There are good people and bad people in this world. Although there are more bad people at the moment, there are still good people. Xiaotu, you must treat your mother well in the future. Don't learn from Ma Sanbao." Lin Fan said.

"Don't worry, Taoist priest. I am the most filial son." The little rabbit raised his little head and promised solemnly.

Lin Fan nodded. The world is a big dye vat and everyone will be dyed by it. But in his opinion, whether or not one will be dyed depends entirely on one's own heart.

"Let's go eat."

Xiaotu's mother, Sister Yang, has recovered well and can get out of bed and walk around. She will be fully recovered in some time.

…

Huang Mansion.

Dining room.

The maids stood by respectfully serving the master and the old lady, but for them, the greatest torture was the stench that filled the entire dining room, which was simply unbearable.

"Mother, have some porridge. I made it myself." Mr. Huang held the jade bowl and blew on it with a spoon. "We were poor before, so mother always gave the best to me. But now I am capable, so you don't have to be reluctant to eat."

There was an old woman sitting in a wheelchair next to Mr. Huang. She had strange, thick makeup on her face, so thick that it was scary.

Especially those eyes, which were completely dull and lifeless.

The old lady opened her mouth slightly, and a foul smell came to her face. Mr. Huang had a gentle smile on his face, without any abnormality, as he fed his mother. When he saw his mother drinking porridge, his smile became even brighter.

Ahem…

Hearing the cough, Mr. Huang looked at a maid. Just one glance made the maid feel like she was in an ice cellar and her feet were cold.

Plop! "Master, spare me." The coughing maid kowtowed and admitted her fault, looking extremely flustered.

Mr. Huang was calm and said, "Drag him away and beat him to death with sticks."

"Master, please spare me, please spare me."

The sound gradually faded away until it disappeared.

"Mother, drink some porridge. I'll feed you." Mr. Huang said softly.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler appeared. Seeing that the master was feeding the old lady, he stayed outside and waited obediently. He didn't dare to go in. Would he go in and smell the stench?

It’s better to wait outside first.

Mr. Huang naturally saw the other person, but he ignored it and continued to feed his mother. No matter how big the matter was, it was not as important as feeding his mother.

After a long time.

The maids pushed the wheelchair away.

The man waiting outside walked into the dining room. Even though the old lady had left, the smell was still very strong and he held his breath.

"Master, Ma Sanbao is dead."

"Who? Who is Ma Sanbao?"

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"They are the master's private soldiers."

“I don’t know him.”

Mr. Huang frowned in confusion, how could he know the name of the private soldier?

"Master, it's the gambler Ma Sanbao."

"Oh, you mean that gambler? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Who knows his name?" Now he knew who it was. He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. "Tell me the details."

The housekeeper told him everything he knew, including how Ma Sanbao had beaten his own mother to death yesterday.

Bang! "He died well. He killed his own mother. He is a beast. Even if he didn't die, I would have killed him if I knew about it." Mr. Huang slammed the table angrily, and then changed his tone. "But after all, he is also a private soldier of my Huang family. Someone killed my people and didn't give face to my Huang family. You go and investigate and find out who did it."

"Yes, sir." The butler replied.

"Wait, look for any pretty and charming girls in this town these days and arrange for one to come over."

"yes?"

The housekeeper looked up at the master in shock. A girl... a little girl? She used to be a lady from a noble family, how come she suddenly became a little girl?

"Just do it if you're told to."

"yes."

The butler lowered his head and dared not say much. He knew a lot of things, and knew why the master often took concubines, but why those concubines quickly disappeared and no one knew where they went.

…

Roadside noodle stall.

"Sir, your scallion beef noodles are ready."

"Thanks."

Two bowls of fragrant beef noodles, they smell delicious.

"Little rabbit, eat." Lin Fan smiled when he saw the little rabbit swallowing his saliva.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest."

The little rabbit felt that she was the happiest person now. Happiness came when she met the Taoist priest. Her mother's illness was cured and she could fill her stomach. She didn't know how to repay the Taoist priest, so she could only clean the house for him.

The two, one big and one small, were busy eating noodles.

All the noise and bustle around them had nothing to do with them at this moment.

After a while, the little rabbit drank all the soup in the bowl and held his stomach contentedly. He was so full, really so full.

On the other hand, there was still a lot of noodles in Lin Fan's bowl, and he ate slowly, not in a hurry.

"Do you want more?" Lin Fan asked softly.

"No, I'm full."

"Just eat enough."

At this moment, an angry shout was heard.

"Go away, you stinky monk, go away and die begging for food."

This situation is normal in Huanglang Town.

Lin Fan looked over and saw an old monk in a white robe and a worn-out cassock. When the old monk turned around, his expression changed slightly. He could only say...

This was the ugliest old monk he had ever seen.

He has a thin body, drooping white beard and eye-catching Buddha ears, but his face is hard to describe. I don't know if it's pustules or granules of flesh. Anyone who sees it is scared.

However, he did not believe in appearances and quietly opened the Eye of Merit.

In an instant.

The old monk's face was like a pool of morning mist, so soft and pure, his eyes were deep and broad, revealing the light of great wisdom.

There is Buddha's light blooming behind.

This is the true Buddha, the true Buddha in this turbid world.

"Master, Master..." Lin Fan shouted.

The old monk who failed to beg for alms heard the voice and looked towards Lin Fan. He was slightly startled and then walked over. "I am Guiwu, nice to meet you, fellow Taoist."

Lin Fan stood up and saluted, "I am Xuan Dian from Chaotian Dao Temple. Great to meet you, Master. Please take a seat."

"Excuse me."

Gui Wu smiled and sat down. He glanced at Lin Fan, then at the little rabbit who seemed to be afraid of him, and said apologetically, "I am ugly and frightened you. I am sorry, sorry."

“No, Master, you must not underestimate yourself. People only look at the appearance, but in fact, you are the real Buddha in the world. It is a blessing to meet you.” Lin Fan believed that the Eye of Merit would never be wrong. The person in front of him was a real master, but he didn't know why he looked like that.

"Amitabha, good, good."

Gui Wu never expected that this fellow Taoist had such a keen eye.

There is still hope for salvation in this world.

Lin Fan looked at Xiaotu and said, "Don't just look at the surface of anything. The heart is the most important. Do you understand?"

"I understand." The little rabbit nodded, and then apologized sincerely: "Master, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be scared."

"It's okay, it's okay." Gui Wu smiled.

But it’s better not to laugh, because this kind of laugh will make you even more scared.

Lin Fan knew that the master must be hungry after failing to beg for alms, so he shouted to the stall owner: "Give the master a big bowl of clear soup noodles, but no meat. The master is a Buddhist monk and avoids meat."

"Okay."

"Master, wait a moment, it will be done soon."

Gui Wu glanced at the stall owner, then at Lin Fan, "Amitabha, thank you for your generosity, but I don't mind eating, and I also want to eat chopped green onion beef noodles."

"ah?"

"Um."

The tone was very affirmative.

"Give the master a big bowl of chopped green onion beef noodles, with lots of meat and noodles. The master is a Buddhist monk, and he will not refuse anyone."

"Okay." replied the stall owner.

Refuge: "Amitabha."

Lin Fan: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

(End of this chapter)