Where is the forty-ninth round, looking back like a hundred years.

"The poor monk wants to ask, where is Daoist Qin's Dao heart now."

Qin Ying didn't expect him to ask such a question, and he lost his words for a while.

She was so struck by this sudden question that she couldn't think, and could only listen to the voice of the Taoist preacher in her ears:

"Did your heart stay in the Daomen, or did you sneak into the red dust? The former can be called the Dao heart, and the latter is called the mortal heart. ”

In the end, Qin Ying regained a trace of consciousness, took a deep breath and said, "What kind of heart is my heart, and what does it have to do with Dao Xuanshi?" ”

He looked at her calmly and said, "Daoist Qin can naturally turn Dao Hearts into Mortal Hearts, just don't hinder the cultivation of others. There was a lot of gravity in the words.

To Qin Ying's ears, it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Do you mean that the trail is as obstacle as the cultivation of the seven?" She asked coldly.

"The poor monk does not specifically refer to this sentence."

Dao Xuanshi has reached middle age, and he has not experienced the power of love when he became a monk at the age of sixteen, but he has also watched the eyebrows of young men and women in the main hall.

He could naturally find something from the eyes of Ruqi and Qin Ying.

At first, the Taoist Master thought that the two of them were going on the road to breaking their sleeves. When he touched Qin Ying's pulse, he realized that he was thinking too much.

Although it is not a broken sleeve, the identity of a monk dooms them to no result.

Rather than let them go to the point of no return, and then end up in bleakness... It's better to be a wicked person yourself and nip this unformed emotion in the bud.

“… Obstacle practice? Qin Ying snorted in a nasal voice.

"Xiaodao is an extremely stingy person, and he is not willing to use himself to hinder other people's practice, nor is he willing to let others hinder his own practice. Dao Xuanshi can rest assured. ”

Qin Ying always felt that when Ruqi was by her side, she became a little strange.

My heart became restless, and my face couldn't hold calm.

Until the Taoist Master woke himself up.

It turns out that this strange feeling is "heart into the red dust". If it is not stopped, it will "hinder cultivation" in the future.

Qin Ying knew that he had come down the mountain in order to practice well and form a demon pill as soon as possible. It's not about experiencing the red dust life.

Although Ning Fengzi said: There is nowhere to practice, and nowhere to realize the Tao.

But she was worried that she was not very talented and could not marry in such a natural way.

After thinking about it, Qin Ying finally decided to keep the Dao Heart.

It's not too late to experience Hongchen first. Anyway... There are no women to rob her.

"Daoist Qin's Dao heart is so firm, the poor monk won't say anything more." The Taoist preacher cleaned up the square white sermon on the small table.

"Daoxuanshi, you just asked me a question. Now I have a question. ”

Dao Xuanshi nodded, he wanted to know what the little lady in front of him could ask.

"If in the future, he and I both achieve cultivation, will we be able to sink into the red dust?"

In Qin Ying's assumption, there is no longer a saying that the heart is in the red dust.

Dao Xuanshi's right eye suddenly jumped twice, and he softened his breath and said, "... If he is able to attain the cultivation, the opening and destruction of the precepts will naturally lead to enlightenment. He will know what to start doing and what not to do. ”

- Such a young child, do you know what love is? I still want to renew my relationship with him.

Everything in the world has no normality, and love is even more so.

Today, you and I are a pair of beautiful people, and tomorrow they may be separated.

By the time they have all attained cultivation, they will have already passed their current state of mind.

Seeing Qin Ying's determined look, Dao Xuanshi poured a basin of water over him:

"Regarding the true identity of Daoist Qin, the poor monk will be tight-lipped as he is. But correspondingly, you have to swear in this Medicine Master Hall that you will not disturb your delusions or even hinder the practice of others before you become a cultivator. ”

She raised her right hand and recited it as the Taoist Master asked, and chuckled:

"If I swear an oath and don't keep it, what will the Taoist Master do?"

"Whether you speak or not, the poor monk speaks and counts. Those who promise you will be silent. ”

Daoxuanshi's beard trembled twice, he brushed his sleeves and stood up and said, "But if you do evil things in the future, the poor monk will not protect you because of his acquaintance with you in the past." ”

Qin Ying stood up straight with his hands on the paulownia floor, looking at him with gloomy and alienated eyes: "It's a bit too much. You can just leave some thin noodles for the trail. ”

Qin Ying's words and her expression sealed his mind.

It wasn't until one day ten years later that the Taoist Master remembered it again.

Ten years later, the Taoist Master sat in a thatched hut in Yizi Valley in Xizhou, compiling the third volume of "Ancient and Modern Buddhism and Taoism".

It was noon, and the firewood at the door of the thatched hut was knocked a few times, and a figure moved to his desk.

He continued to study ink without raising his head, and listened to the little novice who delivered the meal and said smoothly, the demon Dao Qin Ying, who framed the Falin Master, had already received retribution, and was secretly executed by His Majesty not long ago.

"She's dead?" Dao Xuanshi raised his eyes that did not distinguish between joy and anger. The ink block pinched by his finger fell to the ground with a snap, and he rolled twice and was never found again.

"yes. The master said that the demon path was deserved. The little novice learned ten percent of the tone of the master's speech at that time.

"After Master Fa Lin left Chang'an, Taoist Qin Ying can be said to cover the sky with one hand in the palace, how could she die?" Dao Xuanshi was stunned for a long time before he spoke.

"You've lived in the mountains for a long time, and I'm afraid you don't know the secrets of this palace." Xiao Shami swallowed his saliva at Dao Xuanshi, and stopped talking with a look on his face.

Seeing this, he nodded and said, "If you tell the truth, you won't break the precept of tongue." ”

"The demon road and the prince are too close, so that there are rumors in the East Palace that the prince has broken his sleeve. The subject of this matter is the demon Dao Qin Ying. When His Majesty learned about it, he immediately ordered the execution of the people involved. ”

The autumn wind blew into the room, and Dao Xuanshi coughed twice and muttered, "It's really like a joke that she died like this." ”

- At first, he became powerful because he concealed his gender, and finally died with hatred because he concealed his gender.

Dao Xuanshi wanted to laugh. The corners of the curved lips seemed to be opposed, and the curve of the face was like crying and laughing.

He waved his hand to let the little novice leave, added some water to the dry inkstone, pinched new ink cubes and grinded them carefully.

Holding the little wolf's pen between his three fingers, the Taoist Xuanshi lowered his head and wrote: "Ask Shamanfarin to report the twenty-three"

After writing and studying it for a while, he shook his head and turned over the bamboo slip again, ready to rewrite it.

Later, Daoxuanshi put away the pen, ink and bamboo books.

I can't always write a satisfactory article, so I just don't write it.

He walked out of the hut and walked slowly to a boulder next to him. Dao Xuanshi sat down.

- Qin Ying, why didn't you reveal your gender at the last moment? You hurt Farin, so you want to use such a decisive way to get rid of it? But did you know that the best atonement for sin is to live with the guilt on your back?

- What's the matter with you dying like this? It is nothing more than preparing to use "the dead are great" as a shield. I'm not going to let you get it. Your name and your deeds will be written down by me and will be criticized by generations to come.

Angry and sad, he clutched the folded corners of his robe with both hands, and finally choked and whimpered like a child.

In the middle of the night, Dao Xuanshi made up his mind to pinch the pen and write hard:

"Fourteen years of Zhenguan. First, there was the Yellow Turban Xihua Guanqin Shiying. Coercive tricks to flatter themselves. Because of the program in the storage of two. Su jealousy. The clouds of the arguments created by the Yin Falin.

This argument is correct, but the crime of slandering the emperor should be justified. Taizong heard it. Then he went down to the sand to eliminate the monks and nuns, and reduce the appearance of the teeth. Make the royal Shi Wei Yi. The general Yu Boyi and the officials of the prefecture and county of the temple province and the day of the farewell Honglu inspected the situation.

"Seeing that there are monks, it is advisable to follow the teachings. Still visiting Lin and inferring according to the law"

After writing the follow-up to the debate on Buddhism and Taoism, Dao Xuanshi squinted his eyes, settled down and began to write again:

"Taoist priest Qin Yingpo studied medicine, and the curse was forbidden. Relatives threw their lives into it. **His wife is not as good as a beast. Contrary to the Orthodox heart, the heart is like a wolf. Greedy and competitive. Acts of Filth.

"There is a Ji Tong at the door of the wife's house. Take the fat clothes to enter and exit the Qu Road. Raise your eyebrows and work hard to be fearless in the charter. Jian Xian has not forgotten to watch and pay for it. Si Yuan did not lose to the teaching. Please punish extravagance.

"Yes. Chase into Dali. He was condemned for madness. Public and private know both thieves and evil. Blame it for dying late. It can be described as the son of a thief lady. See you in the field. ”

After writing this paragraph, Dao Xuanshi shed tears again, he didn't know why he was crying, and the tears kept dripping on the bamboo book, fainting out of ink-colored flowers

He was reluctant to admit that he was sympathizing with Qin Ying.

He didn't want to admit that he was sympathizing with Qin Ying, a person who had good and evil in one and ended up dying early.

At this time, it was already dawn, and Dao Xuanshi lay on the desk and fell asleep.