Du Li is a person, a very famous person in the world.
His popularity in the world is like that of a rabbit or a fox's popularity among humans. Everyone knows it.
Rabbits are famous for being suspicious and cautious. It means that rabbits are suspicious, quick-witted, and unpredictable, so they can thrive in the animal world of the jungle and the strong.
The fox is famous for its cunning and insidiousness. The fox pretends to be the tiger's power. It means that the fox is cunning and treacherous. Even the mighty king of beasts can easily get its way and be used by it without realizing it.
Du Li is famous because he is more suspicious and unpredictable than a rabbit, more cunning and insidious than a fox, and has more strength and cruelty than a tiger.
How terrible would such a person be?
Who can kill such a person?
Du Li has killed many people and looted a lot of property. There may be more people who want to kill him than he has wealth, but all the people who really want to kill him are killed by him in the end.
Over the years, people who wanted to kill him have been killed one after another, but he is still living better than before.
Surrounded by powerful enemies, he is at ease
No one knows where he will go next or what he will do, and no one knows how many ambushes and traps are around him. Even those who died in ambush and traps don't know.
The only thing people in Jianghu know is that Du Li is scary, unpredictable and should not be messed with.
Despite this, as long as he exists, people who want to take his head will be chasing after him.
Because this is the world of Jianghu - a world of grudges and bloodshed.
This is an inconspicuous temple. It is old, simple and simple, far away from human habitation, remote and quiet.
late at night
In the Buddhist hall, the Buddha sits solemnly and quietly, with a large coffin in the hall
The coffin was uncovered, and an old lady lay there. Although she had been dead for three days, she looked as usual.
Several monks knocked on wooden fish and chanted Buddhist sutras in low voices to pray for the deceased.
The dead old lady was over seventy years old, with gray hair and skin like tree bark. She had been eating fast and chanting Buddha in this small temple for ten years and never left the temple.
She seems to be just an ordinary old lady who is lonely and helpless. No one will notice her when she walks on the crowded street. Therefore, her secret is hidden very well, just like her son Du Li has hidden his whereabouts successfully.
She is Du Li's mother. She was once a famous female devil in the world. She committed many crimes and had enemies everywhere.
As she gets old and frail, she no longer has the ability to make waves.
In order to avoid her enemies, she hid in this declining temple to eat fast and chant Buddha's name
The reason why this temple is still surviving is because of her incense offerings.
Three days ago, she died quietly, without warning, no scars, no struggle, she died peacefully
Everyone—the monks in the temple, her maids, and the guards in the dark—thought she had died.
But she can't bury her yet because her son hasn't arrived yet
The message has been sent, but they are not sure whether Du Li has received it, let alone when Du Li will arrive.
No one can control Du Li's whereabouts, not even his mother
But he will definitely come. The only person he cares about is his mother. He only has a trace of humanity left for his mother.
It's five o'clock, the candles in the Buddhist hall are always on, it's very quiet
The monks have gone to rest, but Mrs. Du's maids and guards are still keeping watch.
They had been watching for three whole nights. Their eyelids were glued together uncontrollably, and their heads gradually became heavier and drooped.
Just as I was sleepy, the Buddhist hall suddenly became dark, and a shadow silently enveloped it.
It was a human figure, but it was like a ghost, just behind them, silently
The Buddhist hall suddenly felt chilly
They were startled, and their sleepiness disappeared. The ten masters were completely unaware of the strangeness. If someone wanted to take their lives, it would be easy for them to take their lives.
They turned around stiffly, feeling relieved and almost paralyzed. The person who came was Mrs. Du's son - Du Li.
No one knows how or when he came. He has been elusive just like he has been for so many years.
Du Li is forty-two years old, thin and tall, with a white face and no beard, long hair hanging down his waist, a well-maintained figure, and his skin tells the world that he is living a good life, even though many people want to kill him
In the four blind corners around him, stood four masters in black, with expressionless faces and cold eyes, like four dead people, more like four sealed weapons, ready to be unsheathed at any time.
There are even more invisible sealed weapons.
Du Li glanced at the Buddhist hall indifferently, walked to the coffin, and looked down at his old mother quietly.
She looked very calm, and even had a faint smile on her lips. It seemed that her death was not painful.
She had committed so many sins in the past, but she was able to end well. The so-called disaster will last for thousands of years, which is a reflection of their mother and son.
He couldn't help but smile proudly
Seventy years of life are rare. She should be celebrated for dying like this, so he was not sad at all and had no tears, but etiquette still had to be paid attention to. He always considered himself a filial son.
He knelt down on the futon, put his hands on the ground, and kowtowed to the old mother in the coffin.