Rainy day.

The Taoist temple is dark and the small fire sways.

The purple clay teapot was filled with smoke.

Another girl with medicine stewed on the stove and wearing a wide marijuana robe moved a small stool and sat under the eaves of her house, watching the raindrops connect one by one, two, three by four into a line.

She had a rubber band in her mouth, her face was clean and clean, revealing a childish and bright face. Zhou Yushui's facial features were very delicate, her skin was white and red, like a porcelain doll carved with jade.

The little girl sat under the eaves, staring at the rain in a daze, her hands around the back of her head, and braided herself.

On the bed behind him, a white-haired boy was lying, breathing evenly and seemed to be asleep, but his movements were extremely gentle, and he turned over, put his arms on his arm, silently staring at his sister, with a little lonely and complicated expression... His health has been much better these days.

It has something to do with the two young big men who came to the temple before.

The arm that Zhou Jingzhe was piling under his head was holding a green slate in the palm of his palm. The texture was as bright as jade, and it always overflowed with refreshing warmth.

Zhou Yushui said that it was two fairy-like men and women who gave this Qing Jian.

As for why.

She didn't say anything.

Zhou Yushui's name contains the word "rain water".

Rain and water, Jingzhe, is the name of the solar term.

Whenever it rains, the little guy likes to carry a bench and sit alone in front of the Taoist temple in a daze. Zhou Jingzhe knew that he was sick and had a long sleep time. No one in the Taoist temple talked with her, so Zhou Yushui liked to be dazed very much and had already learned to live quietly alone.

In this Pure Land world, not everyone lives happily.

For example, they.

They are very lonely.

In Lingshan, where 100,000 Buddhist temples were built, they were the only two of them living in a dilapidated Taoist temple. The crowds coming and going and the bustling hilariousness had nothing to do with them... Just like the dome flying by the sky, they did not belong here, but they could not leave here.

Zhou Jingzhe just wanted to speak.

A dome bird landing on the eaves spread its wings extremely sharply, flew up and flew away against the rain line.

Here comes.

He quickly narrowed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"The brother and sister named Zhou live here..."

The hoarse voice of a middle-aged man sounded from afar.

There was a "bang".

The broken door of the Taoist temple was kicked open with a fierce kick, and fell into the rain. Zhou Yushui, who was sitting on a small bench watching the rain, frowned and looked at the door... Three or five big men, the person who came was not kind and showed a fierce look on their faces. The person leading the way in front was a hunched man with a hunched body and a slutty face.

"Zhen Daode..." Zhou Yushui raised his eyebrows, stood up, quietly pulled a Yinliang sharp knife from beside the stove, hiding it in his sleeve.

The guy I followed on the street for several days.

However, Zhen Daode's face was also ugly at this moment. His eyes were black and black, his lips were swollen, congested, and his clothes were torn. If he was just a vulgar before, he was now wearing a mess and looked very miserable. He was obviously repaired.

Zhou Yushui understood what was happening in a flash.

He caused Zhen Daode to fail to win for several days, and encountered the Ullambana Festival again. The Lu Zong investigated it strictly and under high pressure, he had no results. These hooligans and thugs had a gang behind them. Most of them were blamed on themselves when they were held accountable by the gang.

Zhou Yushui said quietly: "Come here, are you here to have tea?"

The man in the lead wears a

A straw hat, wearing a straw raincoat, eight feet tall, and a tiger-headed sword around her waist, which looks extremely terrifying.

He walked in front in silence. After entering the temple, he did not look around and walked straight towards Zhou Yushui. When she finished the word "drinking tea", the man in the hat stepped into the main entrance of the temple gate with a expressionless face.

There was a "bang" sound!

The purple clay teapot and stove were kicked over by him. Mars splashed everywhere in the Taoist temple, coal was shattered, and hot tea was spilled all over the floor, and smoke and mist rose.

It's choking.

The man in the hat stood calmly in front of Zhou Yushui.

The little girl was trembling all over. She raised her head stubbornly and looked at the man's indifferent gaze under the hat, but her voice was extremely calm.

"Break things, you have to pay."

Zhen Daode, who was held back by two other big men, felt his heart tremble after hearing Zhou Yushui's words, and he couldn't help but turn his head, not wanting to see the tragic phenomenon that happened next.

The girl's voice was knocked down and shattered by the rain.

The Taoist temple is extremely quiet.

Such extremely quietness made people almost suffocate and lasted for nearly ten breaths.

The man in the hat said oh, and kicked again.

The stove with herbal medicine was kicked out of the Taoist temple by him, and tilted out in the open door of the drizzle. The medicine that Zhou Yushui had bought again was poured on the ground with great effort.

Bloodshots have emerged in the girl's eyes.

The man in the hat stretched out a hand and pointed to the broken medicine pot and the extinguished stove.

It's a mess.

He asked calmly, "Is this going to be compensated?"

Zhou Yushui twisted his waist suddenly and lifted his stride. The silver-bright knife light instantly drew an arc and stabbed towards the man in the hat.

A sneer.

The man in the hat stretched out his two fingers, and while avoiding the stabbing, he bending his fingers out. With a "click", the sharp knife flew out and nailed it to a wooden wall. The girl's slender wrist was held by the man. The tall man lifted Zhou Yushui on the ground expressionlessly and was about to leave the ground. His palm exerted force, and the little girl kicked and kicked randomly, but it didn't work.

"It's not very courageous, but it's useless."

The man in the hat spoke in an extremely cold manner, "I have heard that there is a beggar brother and sister living in this dilapidated temple. She has no ability and is no different from being dead... Do you know that I broke your things to give you face, and you still want to compensate?"

Zhou Yushui's braids had just tied off after struggling. The girl disheveled her hair and raised her hard to the man, shouting: "It's natural to pay back the debt. If you break my medicine pot, why don't you compensate me?"

The man in the hat had no expression on his face, and carried the little girl around and threw her away, hitting her hard on a hall pillar. Then he stepped on her injured wrist, squatted down, picked up her hair, and looked expressionless, "Why? You are a beggar."

These days have been too difficult.

He can't afford to offend those old men from the Literature Sect.

How can he not afford to offend this beggar brother and sister?

The man in the hat stared at Zhou Yushui. The little girl was very stubborn and had a strong backbone. She even asked herself why?

Just because you are a beggar.

So I deserve to be bullied, so I am not qualified to ask why.

He originally wanted to slap him, but after careful consideration, this beggar sister was actually quite beautiful and beautiful. She was a jasper in her family. She should be a little beauty when she grew up.

The man in the hat was slightly stunned, and a figure suddenly came from behind.

He frowned and saw a white-haired boy holding a sharpened wooden branch, bounced up from the quiet bed and stabbed towards him.

He got up and turned around and kicked Zhou Jingzhe hard in the chest, causing less white hair

Nian knocked down in half and coughed up a large pool of blood.

The man in the hat smiled and said, "Is this your sick brother? Do you still have the strength to get out of bed?"

He held the little girl, held her hands behind her back, pressed her to the ground, and said mutely: "I came here this time to tell you one...two things."

"This ruined temple is not necessary to stay in the future. Lingshan does not welcome other beliefs. What is the worship of this ruined Taoist temple?" He smiled and said, "Emperor Zhenwu? What is the use of the gods of the Taoist sect in Dongtu?"

"You brothers and sisters have ruined my good deeds. These days, the money lost will be counted on you two. If you can't afford to compensate, then you will destroy your residence here. It's just the beginning. From now on, you owe me one hundred taels of silver. Every other day, the interest will increase until you pay it back. You will be free." The man in the hat said expressionlessly: "You can try to escape from Lingshan. I will send someone to stare at you. Without the protection of the Li Zong, the day you leave Lingshan will be your death."

Zhou Yushui roared hoarsely: "You bastard!"

The man in the hat had no expression on his face and slapped her in the face.

There was a "pop".

The girl's cheeks were swollen, and her hair was scattered, covering her eyes. Two lines of clear tears fell silently. She gritted her teeth, her body trembled, but she couldn't speak a word.

The man in the hat said calmly: "If you don't want to pay off your debt, there is a way. The little girl named Zhou goes back with me. I have fun. I will give you a freedom and give you a lot of money so that you can have a safe place to live."

He smiled, patted the white-haired boy's head with one hand, grabbed his hair, and said, "Little beggar, how about it? I sold my sister, paid back a debt, and made some money. Isn't this business a loss?"

Zhou Jingzhe wanted to raise his head, but the man in the hat pressed his forehead and pressed his cheeks tightly on the ground. Blood was wiped from his lips and teeth, and the other party's cold and slow questioning tone sounded in his ears.

"How about it?"

Zhou Jingzhe's vision blurred, he raised his eyes with difficulty, looked at his sister, and saw a lonely and silent state.

At this moment, he thought of death again.

This is not the first time he has felt so great "pessimism" and is also painful.

But this was the first time that deep despair emerged in his heart.

His body... was so weak because he was sick.

He is too weak.
To be continued...