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What's more, this Buddha still wants to calculate himself, and this compensation is also what he should give, otherwise he may have a lot of trouble and will not be able to become a Buddha.

"Rustle~~. ”

The wind blows the leaves and dances, and the sound moves.

In the star map, Han Xian looked at the leaves of the Dao Tree swaying in the wind, and his face was overjoyed, as if he had forgotten everything just now.

The red dust shed and was forgotten by Han Xian.

But I remember it in my heart, but I remember it forever.

"Did you say I'd go back?"

Han Xian was still asking, or as always, was this voice asking about the Shaking Leaf Dao Tree, and this voice was asking about the three stars above his head?

They are meant to be silent.

Han Xian knew in his heart that asking them was tantamount to asking himself, and this time he asked, not asking for them, but the guy who had stayed in his star chart for too long.

It's just that, at this point, it's still pretending to be asleep and pretending to be dead.

"Huh. ”

Han Xian smiled lightly on his face, and said, "You can hear it, right?"

It's still a question, and this question is like a big hand that opens the curtain of the sky, forcing out all the darkness hidden in it.

"Haha. ”

Laughter filled the entire Star Map, and it seemed that Star Map itself was betraying Han Xian.

In the laughter, a layer of hazy blood mist quickly derived, instantly blinding Han Xian, the Dao Tree, and even the stars in the sky.

Dao Ye swayed in the blood.

The star does the blood in the blood bright.

Han Xian just looked at all this coldly, unmoved, and knew very well in his heart that the guy who had been hiding in the star map for too long was about to jump out.

Really.

"Hiss~~. ”

The bright blood light flashed, and Han Xian's eyes flickered, and the knife that exuded strong blood appeared in front of him with a violent aura.

The blade of the square mouth, the demon also,。

Blood will be a blade, and the demon is also.

But Han Xian's gaze did not change, his eyes were still staring at the blood-colored blade of the demon knife without blinking, it was not the first time he had seen it, but every time he saw it, he felt smaller than an ant in front of it.

And now, this intently looking at it requires super perseverance, the history of the blood blade, as if it can be cut into pieces, I am not looking, but relying on perseverance to carry the breath of the bloody blade of the demon knife.

Pray that you will not fall.

"Haha~~. ”

The demon knife smiled and trembled, and the smile was very unsteady, the light and shadow flickered, and suddenly circled around this Han Xiandi, and the sound was scattered, and said: "I really can't see it, I can't imagine that you who have broken into the Eight Realms can actually detect my existence, and you can stand firm under the sword intent, it's really gratifying, doll, you are working hard, when you and I fight the rivers and lakes together, on the road of eternal life, fight one, others are bloody, and I live alone." ”

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian, who looked at this knife dance, smiled, and sure enough, it was the guy who was hiding in his stomach, and he knew what he had taken away from the Buddhist sect.

He pit himself once, borrowed his pit by himself, and broke seven and eight is a matter of course, and it is justified.

Although Han Xian was smiling, this smile was just for the sake of the bold words of the demon sword, and what he wanted in his heart was the answer he wanted.

The road to eternal life, what is the joy of living alone, and what you want now is the most essential desire.

"Shall I go back?"

Ask, when you exit, the world is quiet, and even the demon knife that is as active as a monkey is quiet, this question is very simple.

There are only three answers.

It's nothing more than an incentive, it's nothing more than a negative, and it's nothing more than a no-answer.

Which one did the demon knife choose that quieted down, Wukou was already in the sound, and saw the knife cold in a soft voice, and said, "Han Xian, have you thought clearly?"

Undoubtedly, with its blade, it opened up a fourth solution.

"Uh~~. ”

Eyes twitch and brain buzzing, why do you ask this, and what is the purpose of asking this?

Demon Dao's 'think clearly,' made Han Xian think about the consequences, of course.

I went crazy and wanted to go home, but this crazy head really never thought about the consequences, and asked in my heart what the consequences would be?

I thought: 'I can see their kind faces, I can be happy with my parents, I can listen to the wind and leaves dance in that place again, I can sleep quietly and find myself.' ’

These are thoughts, and these are Han Xianmei's thoughts.

I have to say, it's all very reasonable, and it's all beautiful.

But did Han Xian think about these beauties after they came true?

His name is 'Han Xian', and this name has already carried too much dust on his body.

I am a person who is a hatred and blood is a sea, and that place is quiet and pure enough to not stain anything, do you really want to bring this hatred and blood there?

Don't dare to think!

Han Xian didn't dare to do this.

People are silent, people are wandering endlessly between thinking and not thinking, and the silent demon knife is slowly retreating with his blood-colored mist at this moment.

The leaves are still dark green and bloodshot.

The star is still a dazzling star.

Under the Dao tree, under the stars, he is indeed a little stupid, his eight realms came so suddenly, and the answer in his heart came even more suddenly.

In a hurry, I was at a loss.

Han Xian's face was stunned for only a moment, his gaze raised, swept over the cheerful dancing leaves, and landed on the shining and bright three stars.

"Where do we seem to have met?"

The sound crept in silence.

This is Han Xian's words with the same star, and the things that exist in his star chart are an inseparable part, but Han Xian is really saying, 'I seem to have seen it somewhere.' ’

Why?

This should be understood as a kind of similarity, when in the vast starry sky at night, a similar existence was found, and the first sun, the sun front, and the three stars of Yiying were similar to whom.

The Big Dipper in the sky should be like each other.

"Hmph. ”

Han Xian lowered his head and snorted coldly in his mouth: "The Ming of the Seven Stars is guiding me on the way home, and my star map will definitely see Qiming of the Seven Stars one day, and then I will see who dares to stop me." ”

Seven stars?

Enlightenment?

Guarding the three stars, dreaming of seven stars, and even more obsessively thinking about the rising star, how ambitious is this, and how far is this, ask Han Xian if he is still waiting?

"Hey~. ”

It's been a dream for too long.

It's time for people to wake up.

In the candlelight of the night, Han Xian's eyes that had been closed for too long finally opened, and he saw that the Buddha Hall was still a Buddha Hall, and he was indeed no longer the only one in this Buddha Hall.

A Zen monk turned the Buddha beads in his hand and turned his back to himself, chanting the Buddha in his mouth to ask for a calmness, but also to cover up his own losses.

He?

Will Han Xian blame him?

After all, this time, it was he who replaced the Buddha and pitted himself.

"Huh"

Han Xian had a smile on his face, he had never blamed the monk himself, and strange words had never been derived in his heart, and it had always been like this.

may have found a long-lost warmth in him.

Such as loved ones.

And at this moment, the back of the monk is as generous as a relative.

"Master, I don't blame you," Han Xian said softly.

A Zen monk still turned his back to this Han Xian, the same smile flashed on his face, and he whispered in his mouth: "Amitabha, thank you to the donor"

After laughing, night is still night.

Han Xian's eyes fell out of the window, his smile was swallowed up little by little, his face became thoughtful, and he asked in a low voice: "Master, if I suffer in the future, the Buddha can suffer from my cause and effect?"

This is not the first time I have asked.

Han Xian asked in the Zenye Temple, and now in this Fanhua ancient temple, Han Xian is asking again.

"Buddha, compassion for the people of the world, care for the life of the world. The monk did not turn his back, and replied in compassion.

The answer is the same as it was then.

"Good. ”

Han Xian let out a low roar, and the person immediately jumped up from the bed, and said again: "I hope that when the time comes, the mercy of the Buddha Gate will still include mine." ”

As soon as Han Xian landed, his shoes were covered with feet.

As if afraid that Buddhism will regret it, the wind under the feet moves, the body becomes a wild run, people are leaving the Buddha hall, the sound is still loud in the hall.

"Master, let me say goodbye. ”

"Amitabha. ”

A Buddha ode became a farewell to Han Xian by the monks.

The voice of the Buddha gradually rose: "I hope that when the time comes, the Buddha will still protect you." ”

Whispering in his heart, Han Xian, the departed person, couldn't hear it.

The three steps of the heart under his feet, right in front of him, it once outlined his thoughts about the land in his heart, and now, Han Xian, who was running wildly, didn't even look at it, and his body leaped.

The three steps of seeing the heart, that are just three steps.

Jumping over, jumping three levels, it was behind it, running under its feet, in the blink of an eye, the mountain gate was in sight, in the blink of an eye, the Bodhi tree, the flowers on the other side, were all watching Han Xian's back.

They're all watching.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind is from the clouds, the fog is moving, the Buddha is not strong, this Fanhua Temple, Han Xian has no fate.

I came out of the Fanhua Temple.

It was dark when he came, and when he came out, as if the time had not changed, the night was still the night with no fingers visible, Han Xian stopped a little and glanced at the thin mist.

"Huh. ”

With a smile on his face, what are he laughing at, laughing at himself for thinking too much, that person has long since left, how can he still appear here.

"Forget it. ”

With a soft voice in his mouth, he drove his palm to grab the head, grabbed it once, grabbed it again, grabbed it again, grabbed it again.

It's so cool.

There is no hair on the head, so it is naturally cool.

"Ahh ”

At this moment, Han Xian understood why the monk turned his back to him and didn't see him, it should be guilty, his good hair was actually so harmed.

Han jumped up and down first, how could he not be angry.

I was shouting in my heart: "The things I took away from the Buddha Gate should be too light, I knew this, I had to cut down a Bodhi tree and pick a handful of flowers for money." ”

But now, there is no regret, even if Han Xian's head is sharpened, it will not be able to squeeze into Fanhua Temple.

After all, being a thief is weak-hearted.

"Forget it. ”

Han Xian's body was quiet, his mouth was full of helplessness, even if he didn't want to make trouble now, he could only forget it, stepping on one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked weakly into the thick night.

The change of day and night is always fast, but Han Xian's head is still ungrown.

The face was sad and sorrowful, and when he was thinking hard about what could be a good medicine to strengthen the foundation and prevent hair loss, he thought about it for a long time and walked for a long time.

But the panacea never came up with.

The wind dances, and the scalp is so cool.

"Whoa~~. ”

Suddenly, Han Xian's heart was shocked, his nose sniffed a handful of moist air, and joy suddenly appeared on his sad face, and he roared in his mouth: "It's the river, it's the river, Qishui, I finally didn't go wrong." ”

I was a little happy in my heart, and I ran wildly under my feet.

In a moment, a calm river with sparkling waves appeared in front of Han Xian's eyes, this river was the second time he had seen it, and there was a bank mouth of this river that was very close to his home.

And now, along with the river, there is also a shore mouth, but it is much simpler, just a few small boats parked in twos and threes.

There was only one boat with people walking around.

Han Xian hurriedly approached to hear the laughter of the people on the boat.

But just a few steps closer to the body stopped, the boat asked for money, obviously he didn't have it, a touch of the brain is worried, but instantly happy on the face, in my heart shouted that there is a way.

Hi what?

Of course, the joy is that the monk can take the boat for nothing without giving money, but has Han Xian ever thought that at this moment he is wrapped in a Taoist robe and made a monk's head.

It's nondescript.

Can this boat family recognize it?

If you don't try, how can you know if you can't, saying that Han Xian thinks he is very good at pretending.

The face is harmonious, and the feet are unhurriedly leaning towards the small boat full of passengers, this look is really a monk, and the appearance of this dusty servant is indeed a withered description and haggard color.

"I wonder where the master is going?"

Han Xian thought it was an accident, and before he could speak, the benevolent shipper asked with words, and the people in the cabin on his ship immediately looked at him.

"Amitabha. ”

This sound of the Buddha sang to the true monk.

Han Xian's mouth kept talking, and he said, "Donor, are you going to start the water source?"

This question, like falling into the water, was silent, and the people on the boat all looked strange when they heard this sound, looking at Han Xian's haggard color, and even more sighing.

What does this mean?

Han Xian didn't understand, but since he had already made up his mind to pretend, he could only do it to the end.