NFBE Chapter 172 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 39
Chapter 172 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 39
He Yunmin coldly took a step back, amused by his words, "Are you kidding me?"
Recalling those poisoned knives and poisoned porridge, if he hadn't been vigilant enough, he would have been dead long ago. But this bastard actually said he was just teasing him?
"Heh, what are you afraid of? This time, I'm just playing a little game with you."
Use the way of the person to treat the person's body.
Having said that, he simply turned and left. This tiny insect might at most cost Lu Ming a few pieces of flesh, but it wouldn't kill him.
Moreover, he also wanted to investigate and kill the mastermind behind the destruction of the He family.
While fighting Lu Ming, he was also exhausted from investigating the chaotic clues. His energy was very limited, so it would be better to just tie him up.
To avoid letting this annoying person ruin his plans.
……
On a busy afternoon the following day, He Yunmin suddenly received several letters at once. He Yunmin took them and glanced at them casually. When he saw the signature of the top letter, he panicked instantly.
The envelope clearly bore the names of He Qianyan and Su Tangyue. He Yunmin's eyes narrowed, and he frantically tore open the letter.
This is my father's handwriting, which details how my father and mother were rescued two years ago, their current whereabouts, and the massacre of the He family.
Seeing the familiar handwriting, He Yunmin couldn't help but tear up. Two years ago, when he woke up and heard the bad news, he stumbled back to the He residence even though he disobeyed the hall master's orders.
Pushing open the door, he found the place desolate. He then saw the newly added plaque in the He family ancestral hall. He didn't have Zhaozhao's special abilities, so from beginning to end, he thought that his father and mother had met with misfortune.
She kept her pain hidden in her heart, and dared not show it even in front of her brother. Now... now, well, thankfully, it was just a false alarm.
Suppressing his excitement, He Yunmin carefully read the contents of the letter again.
“I see…” he murmured.
My father explained the massacre of my entire family in great detail, and I know how to investigate it now.
He carefully folded the letter and tucked it into his pocket. With a fierce look in his eyes, He Yunmin rushed off to his next destination.
The rest of the letters were casually placed on the table, to be read later.
Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on the dimly lit table and illuminating the character "昭" on the bottom letter.
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Two months later, this day was just another ordinary day in Zhao Zhao's otherwise ordinary life at the temple, but it was also her last day.
As usual, he went to see Xuanxin and Fuwei, and after giving guidance to the last commoner, Zhaozhao returned to his quiet meditation room with steady steps.
Lying on the not-so-soft bed, Zhao Zhao obediently closed her eyes and dutifully covered herself with the blanket.
[Host, it's time to go.]
As Zhao Zhao nodded, her consciousness gradually faded.
He left quietly, and suddenly.
When it was discovered, the entire temple was shaken. They couldn't understand how the Buddhist monks, who had been smiling at them just moments before, could suddenly be gone.
Fuwei had already taken off his clothes and gone to sleep. When he heard this terrible news, he didn't even put on his clothes and scrambled to Zhaozhao's meditation room.
Xuanxin and the abbot were all there, gathered around Zhaozhao's bedside. Fuwei, disregarding everything, pushed Xuanxin aside and squeezed to the front.
"If born..."
The boy before me was lifeless. He was covered with a blanket, his face was extremely pale, but the vermilion mark between his eyebrows was glaringly red.
Fuwei seemed unable to speak, only repeatedly calling out "Ruosheng." In his extreme pain, he couldn't even hear what the people around him were saying.
In his hazy state, he seemed to hear the abbot's sigh, his master's disappointment in him.
Xuanxin tugged at her ear, and Fuwei raised her bloodshot eyes, forcing a smile, "Master, why are you hitting me..."
Tears streamed down his face. He couldn't understand why the accident had happened so quickly. He had clearly calculated... calculated that Ruosheng had a bright future...
Has his algorithm deteriorated again...?
"Master, why, why must Ruosheng die?...Didn't you say he would become a saint?!"
Finally, Fuwei's emotions completely erupted. Seeing that his master ignored him, he turned around and grabbed Zhaozhao's cold and stiff arm without regard for anything else.
With a loud thud, his knee slammed into the ground, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, staring intently at Zhao Zhao's face, which appeared to be merely asleep. "Ruosheng, what's wrong with you?!"
He was perfectly fine and lively when I saw him this afternoon...
Xuanxin stood silently to the side, holding a Bodhi seed rosary full of cracks in his hand, his face frosty. The once kind old monk also had tears in his eyes at the sight.
The abbot glanced at Fuwei, then pointed to the stunned monk beside him and said, "Quickly drag him away."
As soon as she finished speaking, someone came to pull Fuwei away. Fuwei was too weak to break free and could only tremble as she clung to the edge of the bed, refusing to leave no matter what.
"Hahahaha, 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 "extraordinary magical powers" die so mysteriously?!
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