In the afternoon, on the wasteland next to the road, the bandits of the village dug several pits and were sending their dead brothers into them to bury.

It's a few days away from Qinglong Mountain, and it's definitely not possible to take these corpses on the road.

You can only bury it first, and then drive the carriage and carry the thin-skinned coffin, and then move the bones back to the right and wrong village.

The monk sat in front of the large tombs, turning the Buddha beads in his hands, knocking on the wooden fish, and chanting words in his mouth.

It's strange to say.

The prodigal monks also slaughtered the people who were not in the village.

It stands to reason that the people of right and wrong should hate him.

But while he was doing things for these souls, no one came to disturb him.

Even Qian Kidnapper and Lang Mutou, who hated the prodigal monk the most, honestly sent their brothers to Huangquan Road with the support of their companions and in the chanting of the prodigal monks.

And the recitation of the prodigal monk is quite methodical, and it does have a high monk's posture.

Seeing that he is so sincere and transcendent, those who are right and wrong are not good at showing their hatred again.

Even if these bandits knew before their deaths that what they did had no capital to buy, there was a high chance that they would be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell after death, and they would not be able to live beyond their lives.

But even so, they still hope that after their deaths, they can also have a high monk like the Lang Monk to pray for them.

If you can know that you will go to a good place after you die, you will probably be braver in the face of death.

That's the power of faith.

The iron-folding boy held a heavy sword as a shovel, silently helping the dead to lay ground.

These people died because of him.

Although he could tell himself that it was a misunderstanding.

but

After all, the facts cannot be changed.

His biological father sent people to look for him, but he killed those who took him home, which made Zhetie and Qiu Buping have not met yet, and there is a trace of rift between the two.

Fate played a bad joke on this young man.

A volume of the Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra was recited three times, and the people of the village lined up in a row and knelt down and bowed to the newly formed graves on the side of the road.

There is no incense, candles, paper money, and no filial piety.

The brothers who fought together left the world so quietly.

How much miserable, how much desolate.

These bandits are saying goodbye to their friends, so why don't they say goodbye to themselves in advance.

Right and wrong will start a war with the Southern Dynasties, and there are also elites from the Northern Dynasties on the periphery.

No one knows if they can survive to the end, whether they can see the big boss, and the uneven gun will lead the brothers to victory again.

Perhaps, these brothers are just one step earlier.

"Folding iron donor, the poor monk looks at you with confusion."

After the overdose, the group decided to rest here for the night, so that Orichi had enough time to think.

After a hasty dinner, the monk took a walk and naturally walked to the side of Zhetie, who was sitting outside the camp and staring blankly at the starry sky overhead.

This Buddhist man, in a gentle tone, said to Zhetie:

"But can't make a decision? Why don't you talk to the poor monk, maybe it will help? ”

"Master, please be seated."

Xiao Tie was indeed very confused at this time.

He invited the monk to sit beside him, even though he had nothing to do with the master before.

But still in that sentence, he believes in Qingqing, if Qingqing feels that the monk can be trusted, then Xiaotie can also trust him.

"The poor monk guesses, the donor must be sad at this time, right?"

The monk smiled and turned the Buddha beads.

He knew that talking to a simple teenager like Zhetie couldn't beat the Buddhists, and it was best to communicate on an equal footing.

Tell us frankly, the effect is best.

He went straight to the point, and said to the iron:

"The poor monk doesn't want to interfere with the donor's decision, but there are three things that I need to tell the donor, just a little bit of life experience.

The donor should listen to the story as if he were listening to it. ”

"Say it, Master."

The young man with the broken iron holds the heavy sword, and his life has changed greatly, and in this confused night, only this cold big sword can give him a trace of reliable warmth.

"Poor monks are people in Buddhism, and Buddhism pays attention to the reincarnation of rebirth."

The monk turned the beads and whispered:

"Most people in the world think that Buddhism is to endure the suffering of this life and enjoy the happiness of the next life when you cultivate.

Well, this statement can't be miscalculated, but in fact, my Buddhism also says that fate is impermanent, and there is no need to worry, but occasionally you have to be angry at Vajra.

In the eyes of the poor monk himself, this person's life can be changed, the ending can be changed, but the family background cannot be changed. ”

The monk laughed, and he said:

"Whether your family is poor or blessed, noble or ordinary, you can't choose by yourself, this is the meaning of Buddhist reincarnation.

Ordinary people say that if you suffer in this life, you will enjoy happiness in the next life.

But if you are poor because your family is poor, you have to hate and blame your parents who gave birth to you. Because of the wealth of the family, I feel that I am born lucky, which is very bad.

No matter who your biological father is or what his identity is, he is your father, and this is your fate, that is, your fate, so you have to accept it.

No matter how high your martial arts are, you are constantly bound by blood, do you say that what the poor monk said is right? ”

Orichi nodded.

The monk said:

"That's one, then two.

I also heard my niece Shiyin say that you are looking for relatives in Qilu for the sake of your heart. But this time you have a knot? ”

The monk turned the Buddha beads, his tone became calmer, and he said:

"Everything in the world has a beginning and an end.

The knot in the heart, the obstacle in the heart, and the demons in the heart are all the same, if you want to have a knot in the heart, you have to have the idea of untying it first. If you blindly avoid it, then the heart knot will always be the heart knot.

Not only will it not be unraveled, but it will ferment like poison, and eventually pollute your good heart, like a hell of a demon falling into your heart.

You are a martial artist, little brother, if you want to improve your martial arts, you have to move forward!

If you have demons in your heart, it will be difficult to get to the end of this martial arts path, and if you make a mistake again, it will be very bad. ”

"Am I right?"

Orichi nodded again.

These two truths are unassailable.

"Finally, let's not talk about Buddhism, let's not talk about rebirth, let's talk about the most realistic things now."

The monk sighed, he stopped the beads in his hand and said:

"You have a close relationship with Shen Qiu Shaoxia and regard him as a brother.

But Shen Qiu Shaoxia was snatched away by the Qingyang Demon Lord, and since the poor monk came to Qilu, he would definitely do his best to help.

But that Ai Dacha is a master of the heavenly list, first-class in the world, even if the poor monk, the mountain ghost donor, and the Huaqing donor fight together, they may not be his opponents.

In case our rescue is unfavorable, Shen Qiu Shaoxia is in danger. ”

The prodigal monk exhaled, and he said:

"But what if, if I wait for this side, there is one more heavenly list to help the fist?"

"Huh?"

Broken Iron's eyes blinked, and he looked at the Wandering Monk.

The latter closed his eyes slightly and whispered:

"The poor monk said from a utilitarian point of view, if the hatred is really your biological father, little brother, you can ask him to help you rescue Shen Qiu Shaoxia.

If you can move him, plus us and the other three, this rescue matter will be eight or even nine points certain! ”

Orichi wanted to say something, but fell silent.

The monk shook his head, he stood up, patted Tie on the shoulder, and said:

"My Buddha once said, I don't have my body, so why is hatred and love born?

My Buddha also said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

How to choose this is all in the little brother's thoughts, but the poor monk also believes that no matter what you decide, no one will blame you.

It's late at night, donor, rest early. ”

The monk pronounced the Buddha's name, turned around and left.

This conversation is not outstanding, and there is no great Buddhist truth.

As he himself said, he started from the simplest truth, just rational analysis, and finally handed over the choice to the young man who folded the iron.

But the monk is nine points sure of what decision Folding Iron will make.

This simple young man has actually made up his mind in his heart, but he is just worried and afraid.

All he needs is a reason for others.

The monk gave him a reason.

And three at a time!

The young man sat on the grass, looking at the starry sky, he let out a sigh of relief, and the last reason of the wandering monk was very utilitarian.

But he finally made up his mind.

You still can't make a choice, but if it's to help someone close to you, do it yourself!

He stood up, patted the grass clippings on his body, and prepared to go back to rest.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the young man, who was quietly leaning against a tree, with a smile like that old cat on his face.

"What the monk said to you"

Hua Qing whispered:

"Forget it all!"

"Why?"

Zhetie asked suspiciously.

Hua Qing Gongzi chuckled, he held the folding fan in his hand, and said leisurely to the folding iron:

"Remember what I said?

I think people are very accurate, that monk has a ghost in his heart, and he is not a high-ranking monk, he is a liar, a first-class liar in the world.

I saw that you were a good young man, so I would like to say a few more words to you.

Folding iron, do you know how the most powerful liar in the world deceives people? ”

Faced with Hua Qing's inquiry, Zhetie shook his head.

The young man opened the folding fan with a sigh, shook it twice in the night, and said in a low voice:

"In this world, there is a kind of person who can quickly gain the trust of most people, and they will be enthusiastic to give you a lot of advice.

They will never make decisions for you, but will always leave the decision in your hands.

You think it's your own decision.

But in reality, that's just the outcome they want to see.

In the past, I had only heard from Master about such a person, but tonight, for the first time, I saw it with my own eyes, and it was actually a monk with six impure roots.

This trip to Hongchen is really interesting. ”

The boy smiled and said to the folding iron:

"Actually, I can understand your struggle at this time.

If I am also a man in the red dust, I have worked hard to find my biological father, and it turns out that he is a heinous person, completely contrary to my imaginary father.

Then I will also want to convince myself that all this is fake.

But young man, whether a person is good or bad, you can't listen to others. ”

Hua Qing yawned, and the nosy boy said lazily like a cat:

"You have to see with your own eyes.

Even if everyone tells you that he is a villain and should go to the Yellow Spring, you have to see for yourself!

It's like everyone is telling you that there are no gods in this world.

You'll have to go to the end and see for yourself. ”

He blinked, and with a sly expression, he quipped:

"Perhaps, you will find that under the shadow of heinousness, he is really the father you imagined?"

Hua Qing turned around and waved his hand, and after he took a few steps, Zhetie suddenly caught up, and he whispered to Hua Qing:

"I'm more willing to trust you than that master, Brother Huaqing, although we just met, but, I really think you're more credible, can you?"

"Can't!"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Hua Qing.

The old cat-like fairy disciple hit the folded iron forehead with a fan, and he said:

"Don't let people tell you what to do and what not to do.

Make your own decisions and bear the consequences. You have to have a number in your own mind. Don't keep saying that you're only a teenager and can't make decisions, when I was your age, I was already

Alas, forget it, let's not talk about it, it's all old. ”

"Okay."

Zhetie rubbed his forehead, the fan just now hurt so much.

He followed Hua Qing for a few steps, and suddenly asked:

"Brother Huaqing, is your surname Hua? This surname is so rare. ”

"I don't have the surname Hua."

Hua Qing said slowly:

"The name Huaqing was given by me after I apprenticed.

It's like a road name or a nickname. I was going to call myself a paper flower, but I was reprimanded by my master, saying that this kind of name was too pompous. ”

When he saw that Zhetie still wanted to ask a question, he stretched out his hand and waved it, and said:

"Don't ask me for my common name, I've already forgotten that kind of thing, just call me Huaqing in the future."

"Then why are you helping us?"

Zhetie asked very seriously:

"Brother Shen Qiu shouldn't know you, you don't need to take any risks."

"Who said I was helping you?"

Hua Qing glanced at the young man in surprise, and he said:

"I'm just finishing my practice.

Of course, at first, I wanted to get closer to the ghost brother of the mountain, but then I thought it was quite interesting.

You see, this incident in front of me is something that ordinary people never encounter once in their lives, and since I am lucky to have encountered it, I have to experience it well.

When the time comes, when I go back to the master's door, if the master asks me about my Hongchen experience, I can also explain some details. ”

"Your master must be a master of the Tao."

Zhetie smiled and chatted with Hua Qing, he didn't have any pressure at all, just like staying with Brother Shen Qiu, he could talk without taboos.

He said to Hua Qing:

"Brother Huaqing's martial arts are so high, your master must be even more powerful.

Uh, well, my master doesn't know martial arts, he's just an ordinary qi practitioner, but he's lived a little longer, and he's a bad old man. ”

Hua Qing tilted her head and whispered to Zhe Tie:

"I'll tell you a secret, Ironboy.

I'm not learning martial arts, it's immortal arts, if you want to learn, I can teach you too.

But the premise is that you have to show me your swordsmanship

The heavy sword style is rare in the rivers and lakes, and I am also happy to see it. ”

"Okay!"

Zhetie smiled, then took a few steps forward and raised the iron heavy sword in the clearing.

Hua Qing narrowed his eyes, in the dark night, he watched the folding iron dance heavy sword, the seemingly unpretentious sword move, the immortal son nodded again and again.

"Penglai Three Spirit Sword, Ling Xu, Red Dust, Xiao Canghai.

Canghai Sword Technique"

Between the swaying folding fans adorned with the ink paintings of the paper and blue, he said in a voice that only he could hear:

"Zhetie, do you know that you, a simple young man, are actually barely a disciple of the Immortal Family."