"Brother Lu, what you said is a bit overstepping. There are some things that you know in your heart that are the same thing, but you must never say them. ”

Suddenly, Lu Sheng and Shen Ling both sensed something. The two looked at each other in surprise, then stood up, pushed open the window, and jumped onto the roof.

At the top of a tower in the distance, a figure seemed to be shrouded in moonlight. The hazy light is just as delicate and gentle as white jade.

"Monk Miaoyuan?" Lu Sheng was very curious, why did Monk Miaoyuan appear in front of him again.

"Let's go, go ask him. ”

Shen Ling's voice landed, and he and Lu Sheng disappeared into the room with a swish.

The murmuring Buddha sound floated out of Miaoyuan's mouth, Miaoyuan's treasure was dignified, constantly pinching the Buddha beads, and the Buddha light on his body seemed to be able to bring warmth to people.

After a long time, Monk Miaoyuan stopped chanting and slowly folded his hands and opened his eyes. In his eyes, there was a calmness, just as comfortable as this night.

"It's not a gentleman's thing to listen to people's corners, why did Master Miaoyuan do this?" Shen Ling asked lightly leaning against the eaves and smiling.

"The monk does not listen to the corner of the benefactor, but listens to the voice of all beings. The poor monk thanked the two donors for saving each other, otherwise, the Sansheng Temple would not be able to escape this catastrophe. ”

"It's not enough to raise your hands, but since the master is only listening to the soulmates of sentient beings, why is he reciting the mantra of rebirth? Are you surpassing sentient beings?"

"It's me who is the poor monk!" "The corner of Monk Miaoyuan's mouth slightly hooked up a smile, "Those who cultivate Buddhism have a lot of feelings about their own fate. I expected that there would be a catastrophe, so I originally wanted to travel overseas to avoid this catastrophe.

But when he arrived at the Shanghai Mansion, the poor monk suddenly found that he couldn't leave. This is the number of fate, and it is also cause and effect. Amitabha!"

"I'm afraid the master can't say it sincerely, right? What is the purpose of your coming to Shanghai? In just two days, we have already met three times. One was a chance encounter, but three times it wasn't. ”

"Amitabha, the two poor monks really didn't come to the donor twice. ”

"That means you're here to find me this time, do you have something to do with me?" Lu Sheng put away his smile and asked lightly.

"The first time I saw the donor, the poor monk did not take a closer look, tonight in the Sansheng Temple, the poor monk finally saw the donor, the donor, you are a person who lives in the Buddha's fate. I deserve this calamity on you, so I have come. ”

"Buddha Yuan, don't you think I should become a monk?" Lu Sheng smiled.

"Buddhism teaches people to be good. But all those who are merit have Buddha fate. The benefactor has the light of merit and must be a person of profound blessings. ”

"I'm not understanding, I don't have any wisdom, and I don't understand your god's words. ”

"Resentment rises, demons appear, blood rain falls, heaven and earth collapse!" Monk Miaoyuan slowly opened his eyes, "The Buddha passed down the proverb, and the demon was born." Buddhist disciples walk the world, looking for people who have the fate of Buddha to restrain demons. ”

"What is a demon?" Shen Ling on the side suddenly shouted.

"Heart demons, desire demons, heavenly demons, evil demons," Monk Miaoyuan slowly opened his eyes, "Seven emotions and six desires, all will turn into demons, and if the demons appear, the way of heaven will collapse!"

"Monk, do you know that you are promoting feudal superstition and doomsday rhetoric. It will be killed in this day and age. Lu Sheng suddenly felt that Monk Miaoyuan was very cute.

Maybe it's because it's too thorough by xinǎo, and the attitude of talking nonsense is very serious.

"Lu Sheng, let's go!" Shen Ling suddenly pulled Lu Sheng, and his figure jumped off the tower in a flash.

Just dragged back to the Tianshui Inn by Shen Ling, Lu Sheng looked at Shen Ling Tieqing's face and was slightly shaken.

"Shen Ling, you won't really ...... Believe his nonsense, right?"

"I don't know if what he said is nonsense, but I know that in the past year, the crime rate in the nineteen states of Dayu is much higher than before.

Many cases are inexplicable in themselves, just like in a remote mountain village in Songzhou, a single man with a pockmarked face suddenly went crazy and became mad and had 73 members of 10 households in the village.

The case was quickly solved, and the pockmarked man grew up in the discrimination of the villagers, and the people around him were all cold to him. After being suppressed for twenty years, it finally broke out and slaughtered the whole village.

Although the beginning and end of the case are reasonable, why are such incidents concentrated in the past year? Three months ago, my father searched for major and important cases for nearly a year and came to the conclusion that people's hearts are changing. ”

"What do you mean that people's hearts are changing?"

"People's hearts are changing, and human nature is evil. People are not born to control their emotions. Because of this, people will learn a lot of principles of life in the process of growing up.

Loyalty, filial piety, kindness, modesty, courtesy, reverence, incorruptibility, shame, these moral standards bind our words and deeds. The father found that the binding force of these moral standards was weakening.

Take the case I just said, the murderer Wang Mazi has endured cold eyes for 20 years, and he can bear it for 20 years, but suddenly, he can't bear it anymore.

In his words, the thought of killing people lingered in his mind anymore, and he even killed people when he slept at night. After seven days, he finally picked up the knife. ”

Listening to Shen Ling's eloquent words, Lu Sheng's expression gradually became solemn.

Lu Sheng used to be a complete atheist, but since he got the punishment order and came to this world, he has come to believe that there is a providence in the underworld.

So when Shen Ling said this, Lu Sheng didn't feel ridiculous. If this is ridiculous, then his presence is the biggest joke.

"What do you mean...... The magic that Monk Miaoyuan said really exists?"

"I don't know if it exists, but it's a fact that the chaos in the world has risen. If there really is a so-called demon, it is a good thing. The most feared thing is not the devil, but the end of human nature itself. ”

The night passed quietly, and Lu Sheng and Shen Ling never slept again.

In the eastern sky, a white light appeared. At dawn, a team of fast horses broke through the gate of Hushangfu and galloped towards the city.

"Drive-drive-" A crisp cheer urged the war horse under the crotch.

Every woman was masked in green clothes, and every woman carried two short spears on her back, and a basket of crossbows and arrows at her waist and crotch, like a gust of wind swept away, and disappeared at the end of the road in an instant.

The people and horses rushed into the Mansion of the Marquis of Ningguo, and the moment they entered the door, they were as fast as lightning. And after entering the door frame, he paused for a moment.

The horses' hooves flew, and a team of men and horses dismounted in unison and knelt on one knee.

"See the princess—"

"Did you catch it?" In the night, Princess Changling slowly stood up, and her long skirt swept across the white jade-like floor like a peacock on the screen.

"Three assassins, all arrested. But...... The Assassins seemed to be dead soldiers, and when they learned that there was no way out, they all chose to kill themselves, except for one who was killed by me with a sword through the chest. ”

At this moment, the face of the Lingzhu County Lord did not have the playfulness and cuteness that Lu Sheng was familiar with. Between the cold eyebrows and eyes, there was a thick killing intent.

"What about the Assassins?"

The two Changling guards came to the war horse, untied the war horse, and threw the three corpses in front of the princess of Changling, "Princess, please take a look." ”

With a wave of Princess Changling's sleeves, the mask on the assassin's face instantly turned into ashes and dissipated. The cold eyes swept coldly over the three corpses. When her gaze fixed on the last corpse, Princess Changling's face suddenly changed.

"Guo Songling!"

An exclamation contains a strong emotion. Not longing, not attachment, but unforgettable hatred and resentment.

Guo Songling...... I can't think it's you...... It's been eight years, eight years...... Hahaha...... You're finally dead...... Hahaha...... "Princess Changling stumbled on her feet and almost fell to the ground.

"Princess—" The Lord of Lingzhu hurriedly stood up and hugged Princess Changling.

"Guo Songling, who killed him, Lingzhu, is that you?"

The Lord of Lingzhu trembled slightly, "Yes...... It's ...... me."

"Okay! Very good! Just because you killed Guo Songling, the palace is not to blame for all the ridiculous things you did before. Someone came, hung Guo Songling's body outside the east gate, and the corpse was violent for ten days, and then the bones were crushed and ashes were scattered!"

"Princess...... You...... Do you know Guo Songling?" asked the Lingzhu County Lord hesitantly.

"Know! He turned into ashes and knew everything in this palace. Lingzhu, how many years have you not called me mother?"

"When won't Lingzhu be called?" Lingzhu suddenly said with an innocent smile on his face, slightly coquettish.

"That's in front of anyone else, but I don't think it's been a long time since I've heard you call me. This Guo Songling is my murderer. My Xuan'er was killed by him.

It's been eight years, I've been looking for them for eight years, but I have never been able to find them to avenge Xuan'er!"

"Brother's hatred has never been mentioned before......

"I go to the Sansheng Temple every year to pray for blessings and incense, Lingzhu, do you know what day yesterday was?"

"Yesterday?......" Lingzhu's face changed and he asked in surprise.

"Yes, yesterday was Xuan'er's death day. And you, being able to kill Guo Songling last night is the best sacrifice for Xuan'er. I can finally get a good night's sleep...... Qinghe, you take people to guard the east gate, if anyone dares to come to collect the corpse, it will be killed. ”

"Yes!"

When the sky dawned, the visitors who came and went in and out of the Shanghai Mansion were suddenly surprised to find that there was a corpse hanging on the wall of the East Gate.

The passers walked into the city gate tremblingly, and they all talked about the identity of the corpse.

The people were talking, but the martial arts in Shanghai suddenly set off a stormy wave.

"The Three Heroes of Jiangnan, Guo Songling, were hung outside the east gate by Princess Changling!"

Perhaps, elsewhere, Guo Songling's name is far away, perhaps gradually forgotten. But in the Jianghu martial arts of Shanghai Mansion, the three heroes of Jiangnan are characters who have become legends for a long time.

The hero Guo Songling, the second hero Lin Quan, the third hero Bai Ye, and the three of them married Jin Lan in the martial arts eight years ago. If it hadn't happened, the current status of the three heroes might have already become the Taishan Beidou of Jiangnan Province.

There are heroes in the rivers and lakes, and a generation of heroes is exchanged for heroes. Thirty years ago, it was the era of Hu Beilie, so ten years ago, it was definitely the era of the Three Heroes of Jiangnan.

The martial arts of the three of them have all been superb, and the chivalrous names of the three have long been in the ascendant. However, whether it is Hu Beilie or the Three Heroes of Jiangnan, they all suddenly disappeared at the peak.

Eight years ago, the three heroes of Jiangnan and Princess Changling formed an indissoluble hatred, and during that period of time, the entire martial arts in Shanghai was shrouded in bloody rain.

In the end, Bai Ye appeared and calmed down the turmoil with the life of one person.

Although the turmoil subsided, Bai Ye became a god after his death. In the hearts of the martial arts people in Shanghai, the Three Heroes of Jiangnan are the myths that cannot be desecrated in their hearts. I want to talk about "Heavenly Punishment Order" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~