V1.Chapter 144

And Liu Xiaoguang and some nonsense, Wang Fan did not say whether to help Liu Xiaoguang.

After lunch, Liu pangzi stayed at Liu Neng's home, and together with Liu Xiaoguang, they kept a vigil for the dead Liu Neng. Wang Fan, who was full of wine and food, walked out of the door with a cigarette in his mouth, put a plastic bag on each shoe and went back to the blind master on the muddy village road.

Listening to the storytelling, the blind Master was still sitting at the door to bask in the sun. Wang Fan came up and lit a cigarette for the blind master. Then he pulled a chicken leg and handed it to the blind master.

"Open the wine, too. It's uncomfortable to eat with meat but no wine." The blind Master ate the drumstick and said to Wang Fan.

"Blind Master, you should fill your stomach first. I'll go to the room and find a water cup for you and pour the wine for you." Wang fan is about to get up and go back to the house to get the cup of wine.

"Don't be so troublesome. Have you stayed with the rich for a long time and won't drink without glasses?" Throw the hand has been gnawed clean chicken bone, the blind Master wiped the oil on the mouth with his hand, said leisurely.

Hearing what the blind Master said, Wang Fan scratched his head, turned back and said with a smile, "blind Master, look what you said, I've grown wings and gone to heaven, and I'm just a little finch in front of you."

"Xiaofan! The sky is high and the sea is wide. You have the ability to go to the sky and enter the sea. The blind Master won't stop you. But I want to remind you that I don't know if you can listen to me? " The blind Master vomited a cigarette ring and said lazily.

"Blind Master, I'm all ears." Wang Fan squatted on the side of the blind Master, waiting for his instruction sincerely.

If someone passes by at this time, he will be amused by the appearance of the old and the young.

Wang Fan, wearing an Armani suit, is devoutly doing the standard Chinese squatting, staring at the blind master without blinking, just like a child full of curiosity and listening to the story.

The old blind Master, with his eyes closed, leans against the dirty wall and half a cigarette between his fingers, looks like a worldly expert who has seen through the world

Maybe in other people's eyes, the blind Master is no different from those old farmers who are used to doing physical work in the fields and speak with a loud voice. Even from the point of view of their thin body, he is not as strong as those old farmers and looks sick every day.

But in Wang Fan's eyes, the blind Master was a gift from heaven.

If you say that uncle GUI is the master who led Wang Fan into the door, and taught him some skills to protect his life, so that he can survive in this dark world, and can escape the test of life and death every time.

Then the ugly blind Master is more like a hermit. He has been helping Wang Fan to reach his peak in the world.

If the blind Master's ordinary words were changed, he would just laugh them off as crazy words, but Wang Fan could hear different tastes, and even learned a lot from them.

At the moment, the blind master has something to say to him. Naturally, Wang Fan listens respectfully for fear of falling a character or a voice.

Half the smoke.

Leaning against the wall, the blind man sat up straight and said, "Xiaofan, I know you are kind-hearted. You often do things. Ha ha, you are not as clean as others."

"Blind Master, I don't want to get blood on my hands. After all, the world is not the same now! There's too much blood on my hands. I don't know how to explain to him when I see the Bodhisattva in the future. " Wang Fan jokingly explained to the blind master.

"Ha ha! Do you still want to see Bodhisattva dizang? Do you want to repent in front of Buddha Hearing Wang Fan's explanation, the blind Master raised his head and laughed.

"Blind Master, doesn't he say that all those who do evil in life have to go to the Bodhisattva seat to repent when they die?" Seeing that the blind Master was smiling, Wang Fan also replied with a smile, without any dissatisfaction in his heart because of the blind Master's ridicule.

The fingers crushed the burning cigarette, and the smile on the blind man's face gradually became cold. After a long time, he said, "do you know why the Bodhisattva dizang wants to stay in hell?"

"In order to save those evil spirits!" Wang fan saw that the look on the blind Master's face was very solemn, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense any more and answered honestly.

"Yes! Neither is it Said the blind man.

"Oh? How do you say that? " Wang Fan asked.

The blind Master with drooping eyebrows said slowly: "there are all evil spirits in hell. When they are alive, they are all the evils of one side. It's hard to get rid of their evil roots when they die. If not for the Bodhisattva of Tibet, do you think the evil spirits in hell would be willing to be punished? Would you like to take away the evil root

Hearing that, Wang Fan was at a loss.

The Bodhisattva of Tibet has made a great promise, and the hell is not empty, and he vows not to become a Buddha.

For a long time, Wang Fan believed that the existence of the Bodhisattva is to give those evil spirits in hell a hope, so that they can repent their past in the process of enlightenment and have good thoughts in the new reincarnation.

But hearing what the blind Master said, Wang Fan suddenly found that his idea was wrong.

The Bodhisattva of Tibet has great powers. No one can compete with him in hell, and no one dares to do anything under his eyes. Therefore, even if there are evil spirits everywhere in hell, there is no trouble because of anything.

The unreal purgatory that no one has ever seen is just like the world in which Wang Fan lives. Villains and resentments are rampant in every corner of the world.

If these villains can be rehabilitated only by persuasion and preaching, what else does the world need from the police and prison?

All of a sudden, the words of the blind Master gave Wang Fan a glimmer of insight and emotion.

I still remember that when he first performed the undercover task, uncle GUI once said many taboos about being undercover. Among them, Wang Fan has the most profound memory, except that he can't easily trust anyone, that is, he can't get blood on his hands unless he has to.

This is why Wang Fan stayed in Sihai gang for three years, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

If it wasn't for the special circumstances of this mission, he might still be unknown. He was a gangster at the bottom of the gang, looking at a big man like Nange, living in this city with wind and scenery.

Unless you have to!

Unless you have to!

Wang Fan has been remembering the words of ghost uncle, and has been reminding himself that the only chance he can turn back is that his hands can't be stained with blood.

Even if the blood is black, it stinks!

Wang Fan, who had not spoken for a long time, slowly lowered his head. He didn't know how to answer the blind Master, and he didn't know what to say, so he had to choose silence.

Slowly leaning against the wall behind him, the blind master took a long breath and said in a low voice: "there is no end to hell, there is no shore to turn back!"