Ah Tie and Xue Yuan are still on the shore of the West Lake, living a life without fighting with the world.

However, the good is short-lived.

I don't know how many more days can I live such a quiet and happy life?

On this day, Ah Tie was still in the mountains to pick, just after noon, and before he turned around, he and Xueyuan's home came to an uninvited guest.

Visitors walked along the lakeside, one white and one gray, white over snow, gray like a shadow. The sunlight shone brightly on their heads, and it turned out to be two monks.

"Donor, bother."

The two monks walked to the door of Ah Tie's house, and without waiting for Xue Yuan to greet him, they pushed open the chai door and walked into the courtyard.

Xue Yuan listened to the argument and knew that the cultivation of these two people was one deep and the other shallow, and he was afraid that the person who came was not good, so he hurriedly turned around to look.

"It's you?"

The white-clothed monk at the head was surprised when he saw Xue Yuan, and just smiled and responded:

"It's the poor monk, I haven't seen you for a long time, is the donor okay?"

"It's true, Master Wu came into the house and sat down."

Xue Yuan didn't like to save his face, but he was more worried in his heart.

If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, how did you find it today?

"Master False is here to find a son?"

"Not bad." He nodded, but he stopped talking.

"If the master has something, just say it."

Xue Yuan was still smiling, but an ominous premonition gradually rose in her heart.

"It's okay, wait for Lord Huo Shi to come back."

He sat cross-legged and recited the scriptures with his eyes wide open. However, the little monk behind him was a little displeased, and immediately spoke:

"Master, you want to say it but you don't say it, why are you so scared? There is no god to invade the Central Plains, and control the emperor, and he wants to perform meditation and make the ceremony ten days later. The nameless teacher planted a heel before he succeeded, and was poisoned and detained by the Godless Palace. You came here to find the shock, didn't you just want to join him to save Nameless! ”

The little monk was called a worthy master, but there was not much awe between his eyebrows, and he was not ashamed, and he just smiled and sighed when he heard the apprentice talk about the difficulties at the moment.

"Whether he wants to go or not will not be known until he returns."

The little monk in gray snorted, sat down against the wall, took out a cloth bag from his arms, untied it, and grabbed a fat chicken leg to feast on.

It is true that he looks nearly forty years old, with a pair of long eight-character eyebrows, revealing a face of compassion, but in his clear eyes, there is more helplessness.

It is not a vain recitation, not like an ordinary monk who recites with his eyes closed, but opens his eyes, stares blankly at the white clouds and blue sky outside the door, and recites in his mouth is the Buddhism's peerless "Prajna Heart Sutra"!

Because he is convinced that only without nothing can we approach the Buddha, and only the Buddha can find the true heart.

Reciting the Buddha is nothing more than thinking about one's own heart, and one's own heart is the Buddha's search.

Although he was high, he failed to overcome the helplessness in the center of his eyes, which was helplessness to the world and the world......

He was helpless, just because there were so many tragic stories in the world that even he couldn't help them......

He was helpless, just because there were too many evil people in the world, and the retribution came too slowly...... All his troubles are due to helplessness......

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering...... So know Prajnaparamita...... It can get rid of all suffering, it's true! ”

True?

In the midst of a peaceful chanting, the plain white monk came to an abrupt end.

But it was not because he stopped at the recitation of his Dharma name, but because his heart was moving.

Chanting is supposed to be meditation, why is it difficult for him to control himself? Why is he so excited?

Not only is it true, but the little gray-clothed monk beside him seems to have sensed it, holding half a chicken leg and forgetting to chew it.

And Xue Yuan has already pushed the door to welcome out.

He's coming.

Ah Tie is back.

Before Ah Tie entered the house, he had already concluded that this was definitely not the person he was looking for!

Because this person's breath is not a step at all!

Suddenly, he recalled the day he first saw him ten years ago.

At that time, Bu Jingyun was only thirteen years old, but he was already the second disciple of the World Association to help the master of the Xiongba, and he led the crowd to fight many times, and all of them were defeated.

On that day, I went to Lingyin Temple to pay a visit, but what I offered was three small urns.

Those three urns are the ashes of Huo Lie, the younger brother of Bu Jingyun's father, Huo Butian, and Huo Lie's two sons. When they go to the world, they will assassinate the tyrant, and they will be captured in failure.

And Huo Lie's head was also cut off by Bu Jingyun himself.

He sighed at this child's life experience, and immediately washed the Meng Po tea that he had treasured for a long time.

Meng Po tea is the two pills refined by the master monk emperor who searched all the world's miracle medicines, one of which has been drunk by him when he was fifteen years old, and the other is ready to be used on Bu Jingyun's body, so that he can forget the past and regain his life.

He only remembers that when he woke up after drinking that cup of tea, the monk Wen Yan said to him:

"Child, you really have too many sad pasts, so it's okay, from now on, you can clean up your mood and concentrate on ...... Buddha."

In the eyes of the truth, the thirteen-year-old step is like the fifteen-year-old he was before.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to use the only elixir in the world, just for that bowl of Meng Po tea to make this dark boy start again.

However, he was unwilling.

Step frightened and reluctant.

Bu Jingyun does not want to forget.

Bu Jingyun is unwilling to let go of hatred.

His survival is for revenge.

How can there be a reason to forget the past and abandon revenge?

In the end, it is difficult to calm down, and I am unwilling to die!

Jingwei reclamation, hate the sea and it is difficult to fill!

Even if it is not a false luck to start the cause and effect of changing careers, if you want to forcibly pour down the tea, it is also an inexplicable grief that Bu Jingyun learned and dissolved.

At that time, I can't forget it.

Ten years have passed, and it is not unexpected.

There is no step in the world.

The man in front of him, although he had a face like a step-by-step cloud, a hairstyle from a step-by-step cloud, and even his arms were exactly the same as a step-by-step unicorn arm.

But the person in front of him is not a step in the clouds.

Back then, he wanted to give in and forget the past, but he couldn't do anything. Today, he was going to use the power of Bu Jingyun to rescue his friend, but he found that Bu Jingyun no longer existed in this world.

Is all this really a fortuitous creation?

"I'm Ah Tie, and I'm also the owner of this family, I don't know what the master is looking for us, what's the matter?"

Hearing that the young man called himself Ah Tie, he had already paid attention to it and no longer disturbed the lives of Ah Tie and Xue Yuan.

He got up suddenly, clasped his palms together, and said:

"The poor monk is not worthy, and this time I came here to resolve an upcoming crisis for the benefactor."

Ah Tie was very puzzled when he heard this, but Xue Yuan had a worried face and asked:

"They, will they be found soon?"

"Since the attack and destruction of Wushuang City, the world will be extremely powerful, and it has dominated the rivers and lakes. West Lake is a place of beauty and is easier to discover. ”

"Otherwise, let's move...... You can always get out of it. ”

Xue Yuan also seemed to be true, and there was more helplessness in his eyes.

"Heavenly evil, you stay to help the two donors, and I will go to find the broken waves."

Just go, in the blink of an eye, it has disappeared in the afterglow of the sunset.

The little monk was originally called Heavenly Evil, and when he saw that the master had gone away, he began to gnaw on the chicken leg in his hand again.

"Brother Ah Tie, Sister Xueyuan, you have to treat me well, otherwise there will be thieves at night, and I won't have enough to eat but I don't have the strength to fight."

The Heavenly Evil smiled and lay in the corner of the courtyard, oblivious to the impending danger.