No monk is willing to provoke karma for no reason, so in addition to blood relatives and elders, they are even more reluctant to engage in evil with others at will. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Frankly speaking, except for the sword cultivators who were born to enter the Dao by relying on the way of the sword, and other monks who had to provoke killing to consolidate the Dao heart. No one wants to provoke karma for no reason, and those who pursue the path of immortality are going against the sky, and if they kill because of their own likes and dislikes, they will finally cultivate to the time of the tribulation. Nine thunderbolts in one day can wipe out the monk's pursuit of hundreds of years.

Therefore, most of the monks are pure-minded and have few desires, and to put it bluntly, they are typical of hanging high and hanging on without caring about themselves. It can't be said to be selfish, after all, the path of immortality is hard to find, and no one wants to spend hundreds of years of painstaking cultivation in exchange for a fate that is hit by the sky and thundered.

Therefore, when something like this happened in Falling Water Village, the monk's first instinct was to avoid it.

Even if you discuss and think with a fellow monk, you will not say anything to ordinary people. Thoughts and insights are not on the same channel, how can you expect the other party to understand what you are saying?

Although it seems to be cold-blooded, this is a world from which the slightest carelessness will lead to disaster.

Not interfering with each other and not exposing each other has become an unclear law in this world.

Even if they waited for the Falling Water Village to take the initiative to carry the corpse in front of their eyes, they couldn't run over with their own amorous farts. Because no one will appreciate it, the end of self-inflicted affection is often not good.

This is the truth that many monks have been admonished over and over again by their elders when they are young.

No one is born with anything owed to others, it is a duty to help you, and it is your duty not to help. A person who keeps to himself and abides by his duty, no one can say anything about him.

Glancing at the three people who were leisurely drinking tea, the corners of Mo Kongjing's mouth twitched weakly, she still remembered that she was thinking too much, too indifferent. As a result, when I came back, I got it, she was not the only one who thought too much about her feelings!

"Have you found out who Sun Mu is?"

A fine light flashed in his eyes, and Mo Kongjing said a word.

The name that can make Lao Niu crazy must be inseparable from Lao Niu's family.

Taking a sip of the tea he brought with satisfaction, Du Xiaogongzi's eyes were half-narrowed, as if he was enjoying the infinite sweet aftertaste brought by the high-grade tea. After half a ring, he leisurely answered everyone's doubts.

Sun Mu is not an outsider, it is the village chief's family three years ago who cleaned up his own family and hid it from the people of the village, including his own Lao Tzu.

He is the son of the current village chief, and since he was a child, he liked to listen to fantasy stories and yearn for those immortals and fairies flying around in the sky. always felt that such a small poor village was not the place he should stay, and he always fantasized that those immortals who had been in the past ten years could take him to cultivate immortals.

The village chief's family has a son, and he likes this precious son even more in his heart, so the old village chief, who is diligent and thrifty for the village and the people all his life, used his private power for the first time. When those who came to Luoshui Village to take away the babies with fairy fate, the first one stuffed their own dolls.

But who would have thought that those high-ranking immortals just stared at Xiao Sun Mu for a while, and finally said mysteriously, "Although there is a spiritual root, if you really set foot on that road, I am afraid that it will also die halfway." Accumulate more virtue. ”

The old village elders came to have a son, and they couldn't listen to this kind of talk about dying halfway, and when they heard the immortals say this, how could they still have any mind to think about cultivating immortals or not cultivating immortals.

I have been conscientiously managing Luoshui Village all my life, and I can't starve my own baby.

But Xiao Sun Mu doesn't think so, he thinks that what the immortal said is not right, since he said that he is also the spiritual root of Shilaozi, then he can always walk on that road, right?

So, three years ago, the old village chief's baby, who was only 16 years old, took away the family property and ran away.

The old village chief washed his face with tears all day long, and he didn't know how old he was in just half a month, and his physical condition was getting worse and worse in the past three years. Such an outrageous strange thing happened in the village again, and the people were panicked, and the old village chief was really bitter in his heart.

After listening to Sun Mu's origin, while sighing, Mo Kongjing was also surprised, and raised his eyebrows to look at Du Kang. This is completely not the mouth of the donkey, since it is the person who left three years ago, how can the old cow remember to be so hateful?

Wielding a pig-killing knife, hateful teeth itch.

The meaning in Mo Kongjing's eyes was too obvious, Du Xiaogongzi smiled brightly, opened his mouth and didn't speak, but just made a mouth shape.

After seeing it clearly, Mo Kongjing had to look away.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before there was a knock at the door.

Seeing that the lazy and harmonious atmosphere was broken all of a sudden, and everyone was sitting in danger, Su Yuan had to slowly walk out and open the door with a bitter face.

Before the door was opened, the crying and mourning outside the door made people's ears ring.

Picking up the teacup in his hand, Mo Kongjing turned around and sat down, staring at the teacup in his hand without squinting, and quietly glanced at Du Xiaogongzi beside him, the meaning was obvious.

The lip shape that Du Kang did just now is clearly 'secret language transmission'.

It seems that this man already has some plans in mind. That's okay, their task is to get rid of demons, and if they investigate the affairs of Falling Water Village earlier, they can complete the task sooner, right?

Mo Kongjing didn't mind that someone found the key to breaking the formation before her, anyway, as long as she could complete the task, it would be the same for anyone.

Here Su Yuan has to deal with the villagers outside, and he can't let people in a step just now, but the boss of the family just now gave an order in secret words, in case people and corpses are put in. Thinking of Mo Kongjing's 'moody' personality, Su Yuan couldn't help but shudder.

No, who calls someone his creditor?

Here Su Yuan dealt with the crying villagers alone, and promised that he would be able to find the murderer and return the village to peace and tranquility, while trying to find out what news from the victim's family.

The eight-faced and delicate Su Yuan saw people talking about people and talking nonsense, compared to the monks in the house who didn't want to have anything to do with these ordinary people at all, Su Yuan's status in the hearts of the villagers of Luoshui Village had risen sharply.

The villagers were both grateful and respected for him. Therefore, most of the villagers are now more willing to believe in this majestic and amiable 'immortal' than others.

People always have a good impression of people with amiable faces, and Su Yuan was born with a good tongue. Comforting people can also say that the sky is falling, and the tears that people say are in their eyes, and there is a warm current in their hearts.

Inside the back room, Du An and Du Jing were talking about something in a whisper.

And Du Xiaogongzi and Mo Kongjing seemed to be absentmindedly looking at the tea in their hands, but in fact, the secret words were very happy.

And Du Kang's strength is indeed not to be underestimated, and it was only in the middle of the night that he inquired about everything primitively.

Three years ago, when the old village chief's bastard boy hadn't run away from home, he was really a bastard.

(To be continued.) )