Two flowers bloomed, and then one branch, but it was said that Mo Tong, who had gone through life and death and came back from the dead, after leaving the mass grave outside Kyoto, with an indifferent indifference that saw through the red dust, followed the guidance of the Xuanlong jade pen and embarked on a journey to pursue opportunities;

Along the way, trekking through mountains and rivers, over mountains and mountains, taking local materials, feeling the natural way of heaven and earth, rushing day and night, hungry for wild fruits, thirsty for nectar, and sleeping in the open, reflecting on the experience of half a life, two days later finally saw the old fairy;

"You're here!"

By the stream in a barren mountain range, Zhenwen, who had not changed his dress, sat cross-legged on a big stone, like a sculpture, standing still, holding a green bamboo, as if he was fishing, but strangely, Mo Tong did not see the fishing line;

"Master is on top, please be bowed three times by the disciple!"

Zhenwen's indifferent voice interrupted Mo Tong's cranky speculation, and he fell to the ground in rags in an instant, spoke in a flat voice, and respectfully concealed the excitement in his heart, bowed sincerely, and kowtowed three times;

"Hahaha..."

A hearty laugh, from low to high, resounded throughout the four fields, causing Mo Tong to look up curiously, but saw an unbelievable scene, only to see Zhenwen raise his hand to lightly carry the bamboo pole, a red fish struggling out of the water, flying up and down in the air;

"Hongchen cause and effect, has it ever been cut off?"

Zhenwen, who did not move, turned around quietly in a magical way, this hand saw Mo Tong stunned, and secretly called the immortal means, it was really extraordinary, it was really mysterious, and when he heard the old man's question, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and immediately replied respectfully;

"Along the way, thinking about the past of Hongchen, it seems that half a life has been wasted, but in fact it has benefited a lot, to this day, after life and death, cause and effect have been over, grievances have been broken, and now I am alone, I have no worries, and I am sincere today!"

After saying some words that were neither humble nor arrogant, Mo Tong raised his head and looked at Zhenwen not far away, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and a dusty aura gradually began to emanate from the inside out, seemingly ethereal, but natural;

"Do you know that once you step into this way, you can only be accompanied by loneliness for the rest of your life, with loneliness as a meal, with the white clouds and breezes, with the poor mountains and bad waters, fighting with demons and monsters, wandering on the edge of life and death, and no one cares about life and death from now on!"

When Zhenwen heard this, he said such a thing with a serious face, and Zhou was up and down, with the weathered voice, he naturally gave birth to a sense of loneliness, like an eternal reef, silently bearing the turbulence of the angry sea;

"The entrance of life and death, I don't dare to say anything to see through, and now I can look at it indifferently, poor mountains and bad waters, how can I be the enemy of the evil way of the world, demons and monsters, I'm afraid it's no more unpredictable than people's hearts, life and death are happy, I have only enjoyed it in my life, why can't I let go!"

After Mo Tong finished speaking, he bowed his head again, his attitude was sincere, his words were respectful, his forehead was close to the slightly cool ground, and countless fragments of the past in his mind were shattered at this moment, his mind was open-minded, and he pleaded again;

"The disciple cut off the red dust, sincerely enter the Tao, and ask the master to be merciful, forgive the disciple for his ignorance in the past, save the disciple, get rid of this sea of red dust and suffering, and for the rest of his life, I am willing to uphold the will of the master, kill all the demons and monsters, and return the world to a bright future!"

With a wave of Zhenwen's robe, Mo Tong, who bowed his head and bowed, was suddenly held up by a mysterious force, passively straightened his body, his eyes as clear as water, and gradually rose a trace of fog, I don't know what the old man's move means, and he secretly speculated in his heart;

"There is a red fish, it just so happens that the old man is hungry, since you want to worship me as a teacher, then I will give you a chance, you will kill this red fish, roast it over a fire, for the old man to enjoy, after the old man is full, and then mention the apprentice, wouldn't it be better!"

Zhenwen stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, and the red fish suddenly flew up in the air, was pulled by a mysterious force, and landed in front of Mo Tong, Mo Tong was stunned when he heard this, looking at the struggling red fish, his heart couldn't bear it, and he was very entangled;

Speaking of apprenticeship, Mo Tong felt ashamed in his heart, he came alone, he had no long things, and even the only Xuanlong jade pen was given by Zhenwen, and what Zhenwen said was reasonable, but he really couldn't bear to kill, so he had to dare to beg for it;

"This fish is born in the mountains and wilderness, if it bites the bait because of a momentary appetite, it will suffer an unjustified disaster and die in an instant, it is really regrettable, in other words, if the disciple kills it at this moment, won't he have a cause and effect with it?"

Zhenwen was silent, and after meditating for a while, his figure turned around again, his back to Mo Tong, his sleeve robe flicked, and the emerald green bamboo pole hung over the stream again, as if he was going to fish again, and the voice of vicissitudes of life and indifference sounded again;

"The theory of cause and effect is like the abyss of the vast sea, like the wind and clouds, uncertain, true and illusory, indistinguishable from fiction and reality, mysterious and inexplicable, you must not talk nonsense, kill or not, it is all in your thoughts, and the same is true for the matter of apprenticeship!"

When Mo Tong heard this, his expression kept changing, looking at the innocent eyes of the red fish, he thought hard for a long time, and seemed to have a plan in his heart, he bowed down again, and spoke loudly, his indifferent tone was full of unprecedented firmness;

"The disciple is stupid, I don't know the mystery, but I can't bear to kill this fish, and I ask the master to forgive me, if you can't worship the master because of this, you can only blame the disciple for being stupid that day, missed the opportunity, and didn't dare to force it!"

After Mo Tong finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, only feeling comfortable physically and mentally, unprecedentedly relaxed, looking at the red fish that stopped struggling, he stretched out his hand with a smile and wanted to release it.

"Ahh

The red fish that suddenly flew up, with a length of several times, instantly became several times larger, opened the mouth of the fish, exposed its sharp fangs, and bit the door of Mo Tong's face, which frightened him into exclaim, instinctively dodged backwards, and fell to the ground on his back, in a cold sweat;

"Evil obstacles!

At this moment, a majestic light drink resounded through the void like thunder, and the milky white Haoran righteousness qi was quickly born from the void, turning into a large net, enveloping the hideous red fish, quickly tightening, and levitating in front of Mo Tong's eyes;

"What kind of monster is this?"

The frightened Mo Tong, without the slightest indifference, looked at the old man with an unbelievable face, his heart was full of mixed tastes, indescribable, thinking about the things that had just happened, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, only feeling that he was stupid and stupid;

"The fish born in the mountains and wilderness, most of them reflect the color of blue and gray, but this fish is red as fire, plus the demonic aura here is pervasive, the dead air is secretly born, and there are woodcutter corpses upstream, it must have been killed by this fish demon, so do you still want to save it?"

Listening to Zhenwen's indifferent explanation and rational analysis, Mo Tong suddenly felt ashamed, regretted not being at the beginning, looked at the eyes of the red fish, and gradually turned into red and blue colors, struggling in the magical net, secretly hating himself for being mortal with the naked eye, not knowing the true face of the fish demon, and almost dying because of it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info