Killing Monks

The day I left the Lu residence, the sky was high and the clouds were light.

Lu Fei accompanied him for more than ten miles, but they eventually had to part ways.

"Don't forget to give my regards to my master!"

"Of course!"

Guangyuan originally wanted to find a place to cultivate in seclusion, as he was too weak at the moment, while Chu Kuangjun wanted to continue searching for his manly cultivation techniques.

It was only because of the "Mitian Sutra" that Guangyuan became curious about Chu Kuangjun's master.

Although Chu Kuangjun said he was not a member of the Mitian Sect, his master must have been a member of the Mitian Sect.

As for whether his master was a time traveler, it's clear from Chu Kuangjun's words and actions that he wasn't at all.

In this world, transmigrators are like sources of pollution, capable of continuously contaminating others.

Now that Chu Kuangjun has learned to "play the minor role" and "be a real man like Chun Ge," if his master were a transmigrator, he would definitely be tempted to teach Chu Kuangjun things that don't belong to this world.

The three of them smiled at each other and then went their separate ways.

The world is vast, and everyone has their own path.

Guangyuan walked slowly along the road to Qujiang County.

We would rest when we passed through a market town, and if we missed our lodging, we would sit down and meditate on the ground.

After walking for several days, familiar scenery gradually appeared ahead: Huji Town.

The home of that mute man.

The mute man was drying vegetables in the yard.

The sun was shining warmly as he carefully and slowly arranged the wild vegetables on a bamboo tray.

This used to be his home, a place filled with his childhood memories with his parents, but he was driven out.

He didn't dare to come back before, but now he's moved back.

Not only did they move back in, but people also brought him food and clothes, and some even secretly left copper coins at his door.

He knew who was responsible for all of this.

Sometimes he would sit on the doorstep in a daze, thinking about the day that the monk and the woman came to Huji Town.

That very night, Hu Jiuye's son's tongue was pulled out.

Sometimes he wondered if the monk was really seeking justice for him.

He has nothing, is it really worth it?

But the world changed for the Hu family, and so did his fate.

As the mute man was pondering this, the courtyard gate suddenly darkened.

He looked up, and the vegetable leaf in his hand fell to the ground.

The monk was standing at the door.

"Ooh—ahh!" The mute man suddenly stood up, gesturing wildly and making urgent sounds.

He had so much to say: he wanted to say he was doing well, he wanted to say thank you, and he wanted to ask you why you came!

But he couldn't say it, and his face turned red with anxiety.

"Your place is easy to find," Guangyuan said, looking him over.

More than a month later, the mute man looked better, his face had gotten fuller, and although his clothes were old, they were very clean.

Vegetable leaves were drying in the yard, several bundles of firewood were piled in the corner, and smoke was coming out of the kitchen.

Guangyuan nodded.

"It seems the Hu family took my words to heart."

That day, he pulled out the tongue of Master Hu's son, leaving behind a very simple message.

Whatever happens to the mute person in the future, your whole family will be the same.

It seems that the Hu family values ​​their lives very much.

Upon hearing this, the mute man's eyes suddenly reddened.

He knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground hard.

Guangyuan reached out and pulled him up.

"You're doing well here." Guangyuan looked around. "I originally came to check on you. If you weren't doing well, I would have taken you away."

The mute man trembled.

He suddenly grabbed Guangyuan's sleeve, shouting "woo woo ah ah" and nodding frantically.

The meaning couldn't be clearer!

Take me with you, I'm willing to go with you.

Guangyuan shook his head.

"I'm a man of the martial world, living on the edge of a knife, and I could die a violent death in the street any day. If you follow me, you might not have a peaceful life."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Now you have a house and a yard, and people bring you food and drink. It's good to be an ordinary person."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

But her sleeve was being held tightly.

The mute man knelt on the ground, clutching his sleeves with both hands, looking up at him.

He wanted to say that he wasn't afraid.

He wanted to say that he was willing.

But with his mouth open, he could only make muffled sounds.

He gestured anxiously with his hands!

He first pointed to himself, then to Guangyuan, and then made a gesture of following with both hands in front of his chest. Next, he pointed to the courtyard behind him, waved his hand, pointed to Guangyuan again, and nodded vigorously.

Guangyuan understood.

"You want to come with me?"

The mute man nodded frantically.

"Following me, you won't find the comfort of this place."

The mute man nodded again, nodding even more forcefully than before.

comfortable?

He was driven out of this courtyard as a child, slept on street corners, begged for scraps, and nearly froze to death in a dilapidated temple in winter. Is that what you call comfortable?

The monk before him was the first person in his life to look at him properly.

He doesn't care about comfort.

Guangyuan was silent for a moment, then helped him up and said, "In that case, let's go."

The mute man's face lit up with joy.

The two left the courtyard one after the other.

The mute man glanced back. There were those dilapidated wooden doors, those bamboo trays drying vegetables, and that house he hadn't lived in for very long.

Then he turned his head and never looked back.

After walking a few steps, Guangyuan suddenly stopped.

"By the way, what's your name?"

The mute man opened his mouth, emitting a series of indistinct "ooh-ooh-ah-ah" sounds. He tried to gesture with his hands, but couldn't make anything coherent.

He has a name.

But that name hasn't been called in so long.

So long that he almost forgot how to "speak" to others. He was also illiterate and unable to write.

Guangyuan glanced at him, asked no further questions, and turned to walk towards the town.

At a corner in Huji Town, several elderly people were chatting under a tree.

When they saw Guangyuan and the mute walking over, their eyes held a hint of cautious awe.

They all knew about Hu Jiuye's son.

The identity of the monk before them, who could command such deafness, was self-evident.

"What's the name of this mute man?" Guangyuan asked, pointing at him under the big tree.

The elderly people looked at each other.

One of the elderly men, with gray hair and beard, coughed and slowly spoke:

When his parents were alive... they all called him Dafu.

The old man's gaze drifted into the distance, as if he were looking at a scene from many years ago.

Back then, he wasn't mute yet; he was still a child who would run around in the streets. Later, his father disappeared, his mother died, and Master Hu took over the house, so he became "mute."

Everyone in town knows about these things.

But no one dared to say it.

"What's his last name?" Guangyuan asked again.

The old man withdrew his gaze, looked at Guangyuan, and answered cautiously:

"This is Huji Town. Everyone in the town has the surname Hu."

He paused, then added, "His surname is also Hu."

Hu Fu, or Hu Dafu.

That's the mute man's name.

Guangyuan nodded and turned to leave.

The mute man was by his side, and at that moment, he regained his name.

Guangyuan led the mute man slowly to the front of the Hu family's gate.

The doorman was dozing on the steps when he heard footsteps. He looked up, his gaze falling on Guangyuan's face. He froze for a moment—then his face turned pale.

He saw the mute man behind Guangyuan.

"Master, spare my life!"

The doorman scrambled into the room, his voice trembling, "Master! That monk is here!"