Tao Zang Xuan Zhi

Zhong Lin looked at the girl in front of him complicatedly, as if time and space had overlapped with those at the Eight Immortals Hall five years ago, and her eyes were sharper and firmer. Perhaps, this is the so-called talent.

Zhong Lin put his hand back, frowned and thought for a moment. As Zhong Wanling said, this may be the best way to deal with it

"Take it down and be cremated. When you come back, clean up what needs to be done in this room, and burn what should be burned for her.……Prepare to be buried with the old lady"

"Wooden sound! Zhong Shi stared at Zhong Lin in disbelief."She's just a yellow-haired girl!""

Zhong Lin ignored him, and Zhong Shi looked at the other elders. The other elders either closed their eyes or turned their heads. They knew very well that what this girl said was the most beneficial to the Zhong family.

Zhong Shi was angry, and his fingers were on She took turns pointing in the air, snorted angrily, pushed the others away, slammed the door and left.

Zhong Wanling didn't notice this at all. Her eyes were once again attracted to the dead old woman on the ground. The old woman's resentful expression seemed to He blamed her for making her painstaking efforts and the curse she had paid for her life come to naught.

Suddenly, Zhong Wanling felt her eyes darken, and her eyes were covered by a warm and rough hand.

"Stop looking. You shouldn't be looking at this."Zhong Lin said in a steady voice.

Zhong Lin covered Zhong Wanling's eyes with one hand and winked at the housekeeper. The housekeeper immediately understood and silently directed the two young servants to move the body out.

Zhong Wanling heard that they Out of the room, out of the courtyard, and walked away quickly. Then, the people in the room also began to leave, some with eager steps, some with a slight hesitation, and some with steady steps that seemed not to be affected at all, as if this Everything that happened in the room was insignificant, as if the former owner had nothing to do with anyone and was alone and gone.

Zhong Wanling remembered that when her grandma came to see her yesterday, she seemed to have said something similar:

"I am a person with nothing and no care in this world. Everything I have was given to me by my grandma. Everything I have, including myself, belongs to my grandma. Now that grandma is gone, the only thing I can do is to return everything that belongs to her to her, including my life."

How humble, how sad……

"Let's go."Zhong Lin was just about to put down his palm and urge Zhong Wanling to leave. Suddenly he felt a slight dampness on his palm. He was stunned for a moment.

"Grandpa, I want to be alone for a while."Zhong Wanling said dully.

Zhong Lin hesitated a little. He shouldn't have let Zhong Wanling follow him, he shouldn't have allowed him to enter the house, and he shouldn't have let her stay here alone. But... Zhong Wanling spent a lot of time with the old lady. Aunt Li has watched her grow up, and the two have always had a good relationship. They are more like grandparents and grandchildren than masters and servants. The death of the old lady and Aunt Li one after another was a huge blow to this child. Big. Since the old lady's funeral has been decided not to allow her to attend, at least let her send it to Aunt Li.

Zhong Lin took back his hand, wiped away the tears on Zhong Wanling's face without leaving a trace, and sighed."Then wait. For a bar. Then he added,"Not for too long.""Then they nodded to Zhong Cheng and Zhong He who had been waiting aside, and walked out of the house together.

Of course, it was impossible for these three people to really leave Zhong Wanling alone in this house, but they didn't have much time to waste.

Both Zhong Wanling and the three of them knew this.

Zhong Wanling did not stay long, because the small courtyard would soon be burned down and demolished.

She just stood in the house, silently looking around this simple and clear room.

There are not many people who can have their own independent courtyard in Zhong Mansion. They must be servants who are highly valued by their masters. There are also some who are not treated as servants at all, but as family members, like the old lady and Grandma Li. But this The room is so simple, without any decoration, and many places seem to have been unused for a long time. There are only very few necessary places such as tables, chairs, beds and some traces of life. Other than that, it is like a room that has never been used. A room used by others.

Looking back on the past, in Zhong Wanling's memory, Grandma Li was almost always by her great-grandmother's side. Even if her great-grandmother asked her to rest, she usually took a nap in the wing or side room. So, until, Today, Zhong Wanling learned that Grandma Li had her own yard in the outer courtyard. Grandma Li really gave everything she had to her great-grandmother.

Soon, the housekeeper came with servants carrying large barrels of kerosene. Got it

"Miss Wanlan……"The butler spoke hesitantly.

Zhong Wanling just nodded indifferently, turned and walked out of the room.

Walking to the door, Zhong Wanling saw a stained paper ball on the ground that had been trampled by someone. Zhong Wanling knew what it was. She bent down, picked up the paper ball, and walked to the courtyard.

Soon, there was a fire in the house. In order to prevent the fire from spreading to other courtyards and places, housekeepers and servants had to stay nearby and be ready to put out the fire in time.

The housekeeper walked out and saw Zhong Wanling still standing in front of the door.

"This... Miss Wan Lan, this place is dangerous, you still……"

Zhong Wanling shook his head and said with relief:"I'll stand with you, nothing will happen."

This is a young lady after all, and the housekeeper can't do anything to her, so he can only let Zhong Wanling stand with him.

The fire spread quickly, and the entire room was engulfed in flames. The billowing black smoke soared upwards along with the fluttering firelight, as if it was about to dye the entire sky red.

Zhong Wanling unfolded the ball of paper. The words on the paper were written in blood, which had turned ocher brown. It should be human blood, and it should be Granny Li's own blood. Every word of blood and tears, every sentence of heart-wrenching accusations accuse each of them of their despicable behavior under the guise of righteousness.

Maybe she is right; maybe they are right.

None of them will have the answer, they can only let time measure what is right or wrong.

Even now, she still can't agree with her mother's actions

"People like the lady may not understand. Grandma once said that there is a kind of people in the world who only live for one person their whole life."

Zhong Wanling really can't understand.

Whether it's Grandma or Aunt Li, she doesn't understand why one person can do such a thing for another person. No one is born for anyone, let alone for what. People die. Everyone should have their own value in this world, and that value cannot be another person's life. This is so strange

"For humble people like me, grandma is the most important thing. I was born for grandma, and I should die for her."

Zhong Wanling cannot understand. She believes that all people are created equal. Rights, wealth, and status are just due to chance. Even the master-slave relationship is only a temporary employment and contract. It does not mean the essential difference between high and low, but only the current situation. There is a gap in strength. A servant is loyal and respects his master, and he is also loyal and respects his own contract and personality. Therefore, when a servant kneels down to his master, it does not mean that the master's personality is higher than that of the servant. This should be the case, but she doesn't understand why people Always willing to put herself as low as dust.

Zhong Wanling let go of his hand, and the blood-stained paper in his hand was like a moth, swept up by the steaming heat, flying straight up into the sky, turning into little sparks

"If you still have the spirit, please continue reading for your great-grandmother. If the future of the Laoxian Sect does not go as Grandma wishes, it will fall into hell as you wish."

Zhong Wanling said calmly while looking at the disappearing firelight. After that, under the confused eyes of the housekeeper, he turned around and walked away.