Chapter 70 Where Is My Heart!

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Zhou Ze remembers clearly what it feels like to die. Back then, he was pushed into the crematorium's incinerator and enjoyed the treatment of being burned;

And in advance, the staff of the crematorium used steel hooks to pierce his stomach to prevent his body from swelling and exploding during cremation.

That feeling is very similar to being pierced in my chest now.

pain?

Of course it hurts.

But when the pain is too severe, you feel numb instead, just like after being given half-body anesthesia for an operation in a hospital, through the curtain that blocks your sight, you probably can only feel as if something is on you. Tinkering on the belly.

Zhou Ze still wanted to resist, but his body fell into a deadly convulsion at this moment, and even his eyelids became extremely heavy at this moment.

No matter how unwilling, no matter how much you resist,

eyelid,

It's still over.

…………

Slowly opened his eyes, surrounded by dim lights, and in front of him was a long marble table with messy patterns, but it gave people a delicate feeling.

Lowering his head, Zhou Ze realized that he was sitting on a chair, which was a grand master's chair. He himself leaned on it, and was wearing a white scarf below his neck, but it was more like wearing it there to prevent soup stains from getting dirty. Clothes for protection.

Two hands holding a silver knife and fork,

In front of him, there was a clean white plate with a piece of barbecue on it, emitting bursts of heat, and surrounded by lemons and cauliflower.

"Sir, I brushed the cauliflower with a spray gun. It tastes like barbecue. I hope you like it."

The old man's voice came from the opposite side of Zhou Ze. He was also dressed in the same attire. He was cutting a steak and chewing it in his mouth.

"What does it mean?"

Zhou Ze was not in a hurry to eat, and asked directly.

Didn't you say you were going to kill yourself?

"There was an accident." The old man picked up the drink next to him and took a small sip.

"Wow!"

The old man put one hand on the table and pushed the certificate towards Zhou Ze.

"The ID card has been damaged to such an extent, I didn't expect it." After the old man finished speaking, he continued to cut a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to taste carefully.

"so?"

"So, I'm sorry, but you won't die." The old man said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Sir, your luck is really good."

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Yes, sir. Because of the identity card left by the owner, there is no way to endure the process of recognizing the owner and refreshing it again, otherwise it will directly crack and lose all functions."

The old man shook his head, raised his wine glass, and greeted Zhou Ze,

"So, congratulations, sir. It seems that what I said before was wrong. Today is indeed your lucky day."

Zhou Ze picked up the wine glass, looked at the color of the transparent red wine inside, did not rush to drink, but asked:

"Is there no strange poison in this wine?"

"You are joking, sir."

joking?

Earlier you said I was your new master,

Then what?

A hand pierced directly through my chest!

Who the hell is joking?

"Sir, please have a taste of my craftsmanship. When the old master was here, I was responsible for taking care of his daily meals. Although so many years have passed, I don't think my craftsmanship has deteriorated too much."

"Is there no poison in the meat?" Zhou Ze asked with a smile.

"Sir, you don't worry too much. For me, it doesn't need to be so troublesome to kill or torture you."

What you said is very reasonable, and there is really no way to refute it.

Zhou Ze cut off a piece of meat with a knife, put the meat into his mouth with a fork and chewed it, instinctively wanted to vomit, but unexpectedly found that this piece of meat melted in his mouth and had an excellent taste.

Most importantly, I didn't have the slightest nausea.

"Is it delicious?" the old man asked.

"Yes." Zhou Ze replied.

"You should eat more if it tastes good. As a chef, it is very happy that the dishes you make are loved by others and eaten a lot."

The old man ate half of the plate of meat, put down the knife and fork, took out a hot towel, and wiped his hands.

Zhou Ze ate a few more pieces of meat, and then asked:

"Next, what should we do?"

"Sir, you are joking again." The old man showed a kind smile again, "After the meal, you can leave, sir, I will not restrict your freedom."

"Is it over like this?" Zhou Ze felt a little ridiculous.

"Yes, it's over." The old man affirmed.

"But I remember you said that the mansion wants a bad guy, right?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Just because the identity card is broken, so I get an exception?"

Really, just luck?

"No, the Lord's will cannot be compromised in the slightest."

"I do not understand."

"The answer is in your heart." The old man reminded.

"I really hate the monk's way of chatting with me." Zhou Ze said.

The old man reaches out

, patted his chest, "Sir, at this point, I am the same."

Zhou Ze's face suddenly darkened, as if thinking of something, he immediately lowered his head, lifted the scarf around his neck, and exposed his left chest.

There, it is empty.

"I applied the best ointment to the wound, and it will recover in a short time without leaving any scars. I even helped you deal with the wounds on other parts of your body.

You don't need to thank me, and you don't need to be polite to me. "

I thank you mmp!

"Where's my heart? Where's my heart!" Zhou Ze asked.

The old man pointed to the dinner plate in front of Zhou Ze, and said with a pleasant face:

"You said it tasted good."

"Snapped!"

Zhou Ze slapped the knife and fork on the table.

The old man picked up a cup of tea, rinsed his mouth, spit it out, and then stood up slowly.

"If you don't have a heart, you won't have too many worries, and you can live a more comfortable life.

A good man, without a conscience, is no better, don't you think? "

Zhou Ze clutched the tablecloth tightly with both hands, raised his head and stared at the old man,

"You'd better kill me now."

The old man smiled slightly, "So, sir, you have to say it again now: don't you bully young people into poverty?"

Then, the old man patted his chest lightly, took a breath, and pretended to say:

"It's really scary."

"..." Zhou Ze.

"Sir, you have no chance to take revenge on me. My longevity has already come to an end. When you leave this room, I will also disappear from now on."

"Are you going to hell?"

"Hell, there is no place for me." The old man replied, "It's the end."

Immediately, the old man pointed to the dinner plate in front of Zhou Ze,

"Sir, do I need to pack for you?"

Zhou Ze stood up, feeling empty in his chest, and the big hole in the wound was even more shocking, but he was not dead, to be exact, it was Xu Le's body, not dead, not even a little bit of pain .

Will the wound heal soon?

Picking up the certificate on the table, Zhou Ze walked to the door, but stopped halfway, and asked:

"I'm curious, who is that mansion?"

"Ever since the prince was deceived by the Bodhisattva who went to hell, he no longer wants to mention his name."

He didn't get an answer, but Zhou Ze didn't want to stay here any longer. He pushed open the door in front of him and walked out. When he looked back, he found that the door he had just come out of was gone.

Behind him is a deserted grave.

…………

In the house, the old man quietly packed the tableware and cleaned the house again.

Then, he spread his hands and patted the table.

"Come out."

A small snub-nosed monkey ran out of nowhere, jumped onto the table, and scratched his ears and cheeks at the old man. It was very cute.

However, the body of the golden monkey is somewhat illusory, obviously not a real existence.

"Although there is a grievance and a debtor, you have done what you did this time. Even if the final result is on that baby, it shouldn't be the target of your revenge.

If everyone pursues cause and effect, obeys cause and effect, and acts according to this, you little beast, why do you need to pursue some great way?

Eating, drinking, birth, old age, sickness and death, isn't it the most follow cause and effect? "

The golden monkey shook his head, then nodded again.

"Don't blame me for arresting your soul that was attached to that baby. Your three-year-old merit is regarded as compensation for that child. Even if he is disabled, it will be smooth sailing in the future. can become a normal person.

Don't feel disadvantaged, this matter, let's end here, later, I will give you a new body, and you will leave, whether it is to practice again, or just play in the mountains and forests, don't do what you did today up.

There are five diseases and three deficiencies in human cultivation, let alone you, a little beast, this is a catastrophe on your way of cultivation. "

finished talking,

The old man pushed open the inner door.

There are no other furnishings in this small room, only an ink painting hanging on the wall.

in the picture,

There is a towering mountain,

The good fortune bell is beautiful, and the yin and yang are at dawn!

There is a man wearing a purple crown and a yellow robe standing on the top of the mountain.

The painting has turned yellow,

The person in the painting has also passed away,

Only the majestic mountain in the painting still stands there, overlooking all the mountains.

"My lord, the old slave has finished what you ordered."

The old man knelt down facing the scroll.

The picture of the farewell in the past resurfaced in his mind:

…………

"You old bastard, die later, hold on for a while, and help me watch who will end up with this identity card. If it is a good person, kill him for me and replace him!

I believe in the evil of those monks, believe in his nonsense that hell is not empty and swear that you will not become a Buddha, and your reputation will be ruined for the rest of your life!

The person holding this seat's identity card must never be a good person again, otherwise this seat will die in peace! "

"Master, what is a good person and what is a bad person?

Good people can do bad things, and bad people can do good things.

Good or bad, the old slave is stupid, afraid of ruining the government's entrustment. "

"Zhiniang thief, how can there be so many twists and turns and miscellaneous rhetoric, you don't think he is a bad person, just kill him."

"Yes, this old slave will obey the law."

…………

"Is he a good guy?"

In the inner room, the old man kneeling there slowly raised his head, looked at the scroll and murmured:

"He was indeed a 'good' man,

But he is in my eyes,

It is a 'bad' person. "

As the old man spoke, his face became gloomy, and yellow hair began to grow on his face and hands.

The face began to distort, turning into a hairy face and thunderous mouth!

It's one, old ape!

Born in the wild of Mount Tai, the ambition of this life is to carry that Mount Tai,

There is an old saying: "Mountain ape!"

"My disciples and grandchildren, who have practiced for three years, are willing to help others, and are diligent in their cultivation, have encountered such a calamity and suffering!

Relying on his position as a human being, he didn't care about it, and went straight up to kill it!

Why!

Why!

Just because he is a human being, was he a human being during his lifetime!

Therefore, as long as all aliens threaten people, no matter right or wrong, right or wrong,

Everyone should be killed? Damn it all? "

The old man sat down on his knees,

At last he murmured:

"He's a human being, he's a good guy.

The old slave stands on the standpoint of the monkey tribe, he is a bad person.

hehe,

in the end,

But on the contrary, he failed to let him die.

Mr. Fu,

Is that what you mean?

Mr. Fu,

The old slave has come to follow you. For so many years, you must not be used to it without the old slave serving and cooking by your side, right? "

The old man lost his vitality,

So the body of the ape sits there,

The golden monkey in the state of soul ran out at this time, first kowtowed to the old man's body, and then got into the old man's skin.

Shaoqing,

from under the old man's clothes,

A small monkey about the size of a palm came out,

"Squeak..."

The little monkey called several times in a row, and then ran out.

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