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It is a very stressful thing to be in front of everyone's eyes, not to mention that there is still expectation and hatred in these eyes.

Among them, those who can keep their heads not low and those whose backbones are not bent are all rare masters.

After all, the expectations of the crowd are not all from their own help, and after all, the hatred of the crowd is all from the madness of eating flesh and bones.

Did the head of the monk Ichōzen bow down?

Is the spine of the monk bent?

In the 'Great Amitabha Buddha', the reason why the head is lowered is because of the misery of all people, and the reason why the backbone is unyielding is of course due to the unyielding to evil.

Is there really a crowd in front of the monks?

No, there were only two of them.

But Han Xian's slightly delicate eyes are no different from the eyes of people with good intentions all over the world, in their eyes, in their hearts, this is a world of flowers surrounded by soft water.

The water is rippling, sparkling and sparkling.

The flowers are fragrant, a little peaceful and beautiful.

And now this peaceful flower is asking the Buddha with its own fragrance: "Why is it that such a beautiful self will wither one day, if it is just withering, then I don't hate or complain, but can the Buddha tell me, why when I am still peaceful and tender, when the fragrance is hot, there will be branches, how did the heart-piercing ruthless flame come about?"

Is it because I am not kind enough?

The sparkling water is asking the Buddha with its own ripples: "Why is it that such a kind self is always so hurried away, if it is just far away, but can the Buddha tell me, why I am still kind and warm, and when I am rippling and happy, there will be sudden changes, how does the cold that freezes through the warmth and tears the joy come about?"

Is it because I am not kind enough?

Lots of people asking?

All sentient beings are asking the monks with Han Xian's delicate eyes, asking the 'great Amitabha' What is this for?

Can the Buddha answer?

The monk closed his eyes and shook his head and sighed the Buddha's praise: "Amitabha,"

One bite: "Good." ”

One bite: "Evil." ”

All living beings struggle half in the good, and roar in the evil and have half of themselves.

Those eyes, Qin Muhai's eyes as vicious as a god, were different from the eyes of the resentful people in Hengyu, in their eyes, in their hearts, this was a world of fire surrounded by deep ice.

It's icy, it's bone-chilling.

The fire is jubilant, and the heart is burning and the lungs are melting.

Bing Zai asked the Buddha with a cold face: "I helped the flowing water to achieve my wish to stop under the roots of the flowers, but why do they resent themselves?"

The fire was fervently asking the Buddha, "Isn't it a very beneficial thing to burn those withered and decayed by themselves, but why do they think that they have fused their lives?"

Is this evil?

Can evil in the eyes of those who think they are good really be defined as evil?

"Buddha, you tell me. ”

Qin Muhai's eyes were all the beings who roared and roared angrily and asked the Divine Monk and the Great Buddha, and in the face of such a question, the Divine Monk was speechless, and the Great Buddha pondered.

"Hahaha~~~. ”

Qin Muhai looked at the Zen monk who lowered his head and locked his eyebrows, and laughed, and the many three hands who were determined to steal Han Xian's flesh and soul showed even more teeth and claws.

In Han Xian's eyes, they were the fire that destroyed the flowers, and they were the ice that froze the flowing water.

Qin Muhai's smiling face must have heard the beeping of the rhizomes of flowers in the merciless flames: "Haha, they die, I live!"

This is the real evil.

The death of all men is only for the life of one man, what is not evil!

Han Xian, who was flashing with a stinging taunt, had withdrawn his eyes from praying for the Buddha, and he was undoubtedly powerless in the 'good' and 'evil' eyes that were open.

Because he was powerless, he pinned his hopes on others, but in the end, he found that others were powerless for his own life.

If so, then what do you ask for?

When Han Xian's gaze retracted, Chu Chu Keling in it was instantly pierced, but the blood giant hand that was about to pinch and explode his body was still there.

The stealing third hand that rushed into the air could be ignored for the time being, and this tightly clenched palm was the push to pack himself up and send him to hell.

Knowing the key points of the problem, then everything is still difficult to do.

Even Han Xian, who was begging for his life at that time, also knew the root of the problem, but he was powerless and painful in the face of the shackles of this lock from beginning to end.

Struggles and twitches are all heart-piercing pains.

You can go to such a field, if you don't struggle, you die, and if you struggle, you die, although you are both dead, but the difference between the two is really very different.

If you don't struggle, it means that you are humbly dying under the butcher's knife of others, and struggling means that you want to use your own bones and blood to break the blade and melt the knife.

Will it be defeated?

Hehe, even if it was predestined, it would be fearless. ’

The miserable white steel teeth gritted the warm blood and roared: "Ah~~." ”

"Giggle~~. ”

This seemed to be the sound of the giant finger bones loosening, but Han Xian himself knew very well that it was his own bones trembling in the struggle, and blood rushed into the cold air like a pillar.

The bones are broken, does anyone still remember how strong and unyielding they once were?

The blood is cold, does anyone still remember the former Reli Pengbai?

Some people must want to forget, but Han Xian is indeed struggling again and again to remind the monk and the Buddha who lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes have heard the sound of bones cracking, and he can smell the coldness of blood.

"Amitabha~. ”

The Buddha's horn sounded again, and the eyes of a Zen monk who had been closed because of the discovery of sorrow had already opened, and this time the lowered head was also raised.

"Phew!"

"Destroy greed and cleanse the obstacle of afflictions. ”

This sound lingers like green smoke in front of the Buddha, coming from the mouth of the monk and entering the ears of all those who can still hear it.

The evil one should be even more evil, even the third hand that was determined to steal actually stopped suddenly, Qin Muhai's bloody face, nose, eyes, and mouth were completely distorted, but it was the face that was distorted and indistinguishable because of hatred did shoot out two terrifying fierce lights.

"Is the bald donkey looking for death?"

The fierce light of the eyes is like a nail piercing the heart, falling straight on the face of the monk, but the face of the monk is still a quiet of great compassion, not afraid, not angry.

Although the Buddha is scattered, Qin Muhai's evil is still monstrous, and he roared in a low voice: "Destroy greed? hahaha, it's really ridiculous, bald donkey, do you Buddha have greed?"

"Amitabha" The monk who whispered the Buddha's name did not want to refute.

"I often hear the Buddha fighting for a pillar of incense, it can be seen that your Buddha is just a villain wearing this hypocritical robe, even if this is the case, how can your Buddha seek to purify the troubles and obstacles?"

The Buddha's non-argumentation was of course ushered in an even more bitter ridicule.

The voice is for people to hear, and the monks who are chanting the Buddha's name incessantly at this moment should pretend that they have not heard the slander from evil.

But the Buddha's words did hear it.

"Destroy greed and purify troubles~~. ”

Han Xian read it over and over again in his mouth, and his brain thought over and over again, why people struggle, it is because of the greed for life, just like the flower that questioned the Buddha in the fire mercilessly, it coveted its own fragrant face, just like water, although it wanted to stop, but when it turned into sinking ice and really stopped, it did realize that it was death.

Immovable itself represents death.

Who can not be greedy for life?

Only when he is really on the verge of life and death, can he really peek into the sadness of his troubles at that time, and when the flowers are fragrant, they don't need to worry too much about withering, who says that they are not in bloom?

Why should the water be bothered by the constant rush, who says that it has not returned to this time?

The Buddha said, "If there is no death, how can there be eternal life." ”

Is life and death downcast?

How is it possible, for the greed in the bones of 'Sheng' Han Xian, only by living can you embrace your love again, and only by living can you really return to that place.

But at this moment, Han Xian's flesh-and-blood angry face really didn't have too many doubts.

Why do you have to think too much about the gap and troubles that exist between you and Rong Ruo, don't you have a heart that loves her?

Why do you need to think too much about the difficulties and obstacles on the road back to Yunshan, don't you know if you have an unwavering heart?

Isn't that enough?

Han Xian's gaze was raised, looking at Qin Muhai, whose face was distorted because of resentment, and asked with a smile in his heart, "Is there any difference between him and the Lin, Bai, and Blue ones?"

Of course there are differences.

And this difference is, of course, because he is the father of Qin Murongruo, who is the beloved Qin Murong in his heart, and his love for her is imperceptibly transformed into a debt to Qin Muhai.

It's not the incompetence of the mantras, but because when he played against Qin Muhai, his heart was blinded by troubles in a panic.

"Bah~. ”

The mantra came out of his mouth, and Han Xian's bloody face, which had seen through his troubles, was as dazzling as the sun, and the originally unbreakable blood lock giant hand was already trembling slightly.

When the dusty ice melts, the fire will be extinguished in the merciless day.

But the flowers that used to ask the Buddha with fragrance have indeed been reborn in the ruins left by the previous flowers under the warmth of Yangguan, and the rushing water that thought that this life could only be a dream of the sea turned out to be wrong.

Rushing to the sea is not the end of oneself, because I find that under the scorching sun, I turn into mist again, and return to the place where I once thought I was happy with the light or strong wind.

When I came back, I was still smiling.