Requiem Chapter 81: The Relationship between Master and Disciple
Ouyang Xue had just received Director Zhou's full confession and was thinking about how to proceed. She was very anxious and was still pacing outside the ward in the middle of the night.
Hearing Yin Hui's question, she casually glanced at her watch. It was five minutes to twelve. She said, "It's already twelve o'clock."
"It's already past twelve o'clock?" Yin Hui suddenly became excited. He danced like a child and shouted excitedly in the room: "Master, you are sixty years old. You finally made it to sixty."
"Master, it's your sixtieth birthday. Master... it's your sixtieth birthday!"
Seeing his smile, Old Zhao also smiled, a smile of satisfaction and relief, that smile was just like more than 50 years ago, in a dilapidated Taoist temple in Maoshan, a dilapidated Taoist priest saved a similarly dilapidated young boy, and from then on, a sweet story of master-disciple relationship was born.
Having such a talented disciple, I can say that my life is complete without any regrets!
Thinking of this, his eyes glowed with an unusual spirit: "Boy, listen to me, this disaster... ahem, this old man is destined not to escape. Do you remember the birthday you celebrated for me yesterday? It was the happiest and happiest birthday I had in ten years. While eating the cake, I was thinking! You are my son, Tang Yan is my daughter-in-law, and Feifei is like my granddaughter."
“Ptah, pah, pah…” Shen Feifei wiped her tears helplessly and shouted in a loli voice: “Who is your granddaughter, an old man? But… I promise you, if you can survive, I will be your granddaughter. Grandpa, please don’t die. It will be so boring in the funeral home without you!” She had been immersed in a honeypot since she was a child and had never experienced any separations of life and death. How could she not be sad when she saw her loved one dying?
"Cough, cough, cough..." Old Zhao tried hard to laugh, but the dead air in his chest choked him so much that he could only cough a few times: "Do you know what the brocade bag your master's wife gave me is?" Old Zhao reached into his jacket pocket with trembling hands, and after a long time he fumbled out a brocade bag covered with bloodstains: "When people are dying, they will see some strange things. This is the strange thing that your master's wife saw. Boy, here you go..."
Seeing the old man speaking in a sonorous voice with a cheerful expression at this moment, Yin Hun felt bitter in his heart. He knew that this was the last move of Maoshan Taoism, 'Heaven and Earth Live Together'. When the caster is on the verge of death, the potential of all eight meridians can be gathered into a line, allowing the body to recover to normal in a short time. However, this is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst. The vitality in the cultivator's body is doomed, and such reckless burning will only accelerate the speed of death.
"Haha! Boy, what I'm most worried about is..." Old Zhao's throat stagnated, and his tongue got stuck in the middle, and he could no longer make any sound. He knew that his vitality had been exhausted, and in a panic he quickly grabbed Yin Hun's hand, and then grabbed Tang Yan's hand, and put the two tightly together. Seeing this scene, Yin Hun trembled, and suddenly realized something. When he looked at Zhao Deshui again, he saw that he had already closed his eyes quietly.
Trembling, he reached out his hand to feel his breath. It was cold. At this moment, Yin Hui realized that the reason why his master had held on until now was not to meet someone, but to insist on living to the age of 60, to celebrate his 60th birthday, so that he could have no regrets and be less sad.
With a teacher like this, what more could I ask for?
He hugged Old Zhao's body tightly in his arms, first crying silently, then crying like rain, and finally bursting into tears.
Director Zhou and several other etiquette officers had already been waiting outside the ward. One of the middle-aged men was holding a set of shrouds embroidered with golden copper coins. It seemed that after listening to the doctor's words, they had already made a foolproof plan. At this moment, Director Zhou's face was sunken and pale with a bit of waxy yellow, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was a sense of relief and vitality in the dimples. Yes, the heart disease has been cured, and Old Zhao has saved his life. The only thing he can do now is to do his best to send this old senior in the museum away with grace.
The attending physician walked in expressionlessly, casually touched Old Zhao's body a few times, and after confirming that there were no signs of life, he said "my condolences" and then signed the death certificate.
There was a burst of crying in the ward. Director Zhou wiped his red eyes and worked with Yin Hui to put on new shrouds and shoes for Old Zhao. For the undertaker, there are also etiquettes for the funeral. Generally, they change the clothes of the deceased after the last breath, while the body is still warm. Otherwise, it will be difficult to change the clothes after an hour or so. If they use heavy hands, it will be considered disrespectful to the deceased.
But at this moment, the sound of clocks chiming in the city center came, and no one paid attention except Yin Hui.
But soon, all eyes were focused on Yin Hun, because his sad old face was now full of surprise.
The scene suddenly became quiet again, and only Yin Hui could be heard saying word by word: "What time is it now?"
Director Zhou didn't understand what he meant, but he still raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Hmm! It's exactly twelve o'clock..."
"Director Zhou, can you let me see your watch?" Yin Hun's face was terribly gloomy. After all, he was half a lifesaver. Director Zhou didn't say much and quickly took off his gold Rolex watch and handed it over.
Yin Hun took the gold watch and saw that the thick and short pointer was still pointing to twelve o'clock, and the second hand had only moved a dozen or so steps.
He pointed, looked at Yan Shifan with blazing eyes and said, "Didn't you just tell me that it was past twelve o'clock?"
Ouyang Xue curled her lips indifferently and said, "Why do you have to be so accurate? Isn't it almost the same?"
"I told you that's enough!" Yin Hun was furious. He raised his right hand and slapped Ouyang Xue hard in the face when she was caught off guard.
"Pa!" The slap was loud and clear, just like a heavy bomb dropped into the room.
Tang Yan was stunned, Shen Feifei was stunned, Director Zhou was stunned, and the two accompanying policemen were also stunned.
"You... do you know what you are doing?" Ouyang Xue covered the burning half of her face. For some reason, when she saw Tang Yan, her heart was filled with jealousy, but more of it was anger towards the man in front of her.
It would have been better if she didn't mention it. Once she did, Yin Hui was completely furious. Yin Hui's expression was distorted: "If you didn't check the time and talked nonsense, my master would have lived... would have lived to see his sixtieth birthday!"
When Ouyang Xue heard that it was such a trivial matter, she suddenly widened her eyes and shouted, "What did I do wrong? Why can't I understand what you are saying?"
"You made my master's last effort go to waste, do you know that?" Yin Hun's eyes were filled with tears as he glared at Ouyang Xue. His blood-red eyes gave people the feeling that he was not a human, but a wolf, a wounded wolf!
The depression in his heart at the moment was something that no one could understand. Zhao Deshui used up all his potential and finally held on until late at night, just to live to the age of 60 and make his efforts worthwhile. However, because of Ouyang Xue's casualness, she reported ten minutes early, resulting in Old Zhao still not being able to achieve his goal, and he would never be able to achieve it...
But Ouyang Xue couldn't understand such strange logic. She just touched the burning half of her face with grievance and said angrily: "It's only ten minutes, why do you care so much? You...you are assaulting a police officer!"
"You're going to catch me anyway, right?" Yin Hun didn't get angry but laughed: "Then how about I attack you again?" After saying that, he slapped her again. This time, Ouyang Xue's left and right cheeks responded.
Tang Yan's expression froze. Shen Feifei rubbed her eyes and pinched her arm, wondering if she was dreaming. Director Zhou's face looked like a colorful sauce shop. The two policemen swallowed their saliva in fear.
Oh my god, this is the only thing they are thinking at the moment.
Yin Hui couldn't remember clearly what happened that night. He only vaguely remembered that Ouyang Xue left crying, and the two policemen seemed to pat him on the shoulders: "Brother, you are a real man!"
I turned on the shower and took a comfortable bath, which cleared my mind. I was thinking about something trivial.
Ding……
The phone rang, Yin Hui walked over and casually put the receiver to his ear.
"Asshole, I'll settle the score with you for what happened last night. Now let's talk business. Director Zhou has confessed everything. This series of cases is directly related to a murder conspiracy ten years ago!" Ouyang Xue's voice was strange, as if she was trying hard to suppress something.
A sad smile appeared on Yin Hun's lips. Human life is so fragile.
When he woke up in the morning, he felt that he had been too impulsive last night. After all, it was an unintentional mistake. The other party was a girl after all. If there was any psychological trauma, it would be difficult to deal with. He originally wanted to find a chance to apologize, but since the other party called first, let's forget about it!
Thinking of this, he said calmly: "I am willing to be a witness. The main culprit of the murder case ten years ago is the original owner of our funeral home and the current mayor, Huang Chen."
