Dan Xin's face was silent, but secretly his heart was full of joy. Only when you get such an opportunity can you really fight for your prestige in the alliance, and the friendship of other masters who are only good at winning people has never been a stable friendship on the rivers and lakes. Especially in the big forces, such a person may be able to make many masters give face, but they will never get enough respect from the masters. To put it bluntly, there is no difference between people who eat by mouth, and Dan Xin naturally understands this truth. To make Yiyun trust herself, through Danxin's observation, the key is not to express loyalty, the so-called loyal Yiyun almost does not believe, what Yiyun needs is a powerful and capable master.

The demon pupil looked at the smile on Danxin's face silently, Danxin's thoughts didn't have to be said, she also knew it. There are many kinds of people in the alliance, and the demon pupil's favorite is a person like Danxin, who has no ambition and no desire, and has no source of motivation to do things actively. If everyone has no desires and no desires, let alone the existence of the alliance, even the power of the sect unit cannot exist at all. Of course, the rivers and lakes are also peaceful, but they are no longer rivers and lakes. "When do you want to start, and what help do you need from the Alliance?"

Dan Xin smiled slightly. "One person is enough. If the flower language fails, what problem will be solved. ”

This answer made the demon pupil very satisfied, and it also made Yiyun very satisfied. Dan Xin said goodbye on the spot, with a posture of being ordered to act immediately, which made the demon pupil greatly appreciated. "This person is really well taken in, and he will definitely be able to become a valuable person in the alliance in the future." Xiaolongnu also nodded in agreement, the alliance needs such a person, although she herself is not such a person, and she can't say that she likes such a person very much.

"What should I do with the things that have happened in the past? I didn't expect her to achieve such a surprising result after leaving the league, her performance was very good, and it was surprising that she was good. The future rise of the Wudang faction has become inevitable. Let the Wudang faction become a sect that carries the banner of opposing the Western Heavenly Bliss. The Justice League will still be marginalized in the future. It's just like when the Heavenly Machine Sect was the leader of the alliance in the past. "The demon pupil is worried about this, and many masters of Yipintang are quite complaining, thinking that they should kill Hongchen and say goodbye, but in this matter, Yiyun has always thought that there is no value in action. The performance is not positive, and the demon pupil mentioned it again this time, and it was originally entrusted by the request of many Yipintang masters, hoping to be more active in this matter. Despite the difficulty, the masters of Yipindo believe that as long as they are really allowed to do it, there will be a chance of success.

"Let's talk about it."

Yi Yun's reply made the demon pupil helplessly silent, knowing that Yi Yun had other ideas on this matter, maybe it had something to do with the addition, and the intention conveyed had been done, and the demon pupil was no longer uselessly persuasive.

"Plus, I've been arrested for a lot of years......"

Indeed, there are thousands of knots in the heart, no. Now it's called Qingfeng and has been imprisoned for many years.

"There is a little monk who is very hardworking, and he is very diligent in chanting sutras and worshipping the Buddha. In the mud in front of the monk's house where the little monk lives, there is an earthworm that is more diligent and gets up earlier than the little monk, and cries before dawn. Who can hear the cry of an earthworm? The little monk could hear it. As soon as the little monk heard the earthworm crying, he got up to give a lesson. Even the gods and Buddhas praised it, and whispered in private: This little monk has a good fate, and he will become a positive result in the future, and he will be ranked in the immortal class.

Day after day of long years, thicker than the leaves on the old ginkgo tree in front of the temple. Day after day, year after year...... The little monk finally got tired of chanting in the morning class, and was lazy to sleep. It's hateful that the earthworm cries at dawn as usual, disturbing the little monk's sweet dreams. The little monk carried half a pot of boiling water and scalded the earthworm to death.

The abbot issued a punishment notice: ordered the little monk to "self-judge" and sacrifice himself to atone for his sins at the "Qianzhang Rock" three miles southeast of Xuesai Temple. The Qianzhang Rock lives up to its name, and the cliff is full of thousands of zhang. Mo said that he jumped down, so he peeked at it, and also had nightmares for three nights. The little monk only looked at half of it, and before he could finish it, he closed his eyes tightly, covered his hands tightly, and the tears flowed out of his hands, crying loudly.

The butcher of Dongtun Village, after killing pigs and selling meat, went home and passed by here, heard such a terrible cry, although the pig killing habit also moved the heart of compassion, followed the sound to Qianzhang Rock.

"Little Master, why are you crying?" Butcher Shi Li asked. The little monk cried and said truthfully.

After hearing this, the butcher suddenly had an epiphany: "Little Master, if you hurt an earthworm, the abbot will order you to jump off the cliff to redeem yourself." I killed more than 3,000 pigs, what should I be guilty of, this cliff, I should jump!"

Said that it was too late, it was fast, the butcher put down the butcher's knife, jumped up, and fell into a thousand feet of deep cliff, like a fallen leaf falling from the towering tree, the little monk was so frightened that he sat on a stone peak with sharp edges and corners like a knife, and he didn't feel pain. Unexpectedly, there was a miracle in front of me: in an instant, from the Qianzhang Canyon to the cloudy sky, the drums sounded in unison, the auspicious clouds were numerous, and I saw the cliff butcher, rising slowly from the canyon, crossing a white crane with beautiful feathers, fluttering and swaying to the open golden and brilliant South Heaven Gate to ascend to the sky, and the little monk was so amazed that he even shouted "Amitabha". Alas, why didn't you jump first just now? The little monk regretted it.

It turned out that the Buddha of the West Heaven had mercy on the little monk to practice penance on weekdays and chant scriptures every day, which was very rare. The mistake of scalding the earthworm to death, such as jumping off the cliff to redeem himself, shows his determination to repent, which shows that this little monk has good roots. The special crane fairy was happy to greet him at the Qianzhang Cliff, and when the little monk jumped, he asked him to fall on the back of the crane and rise to the sky. Unexpectedly, the little monk was greedy for life and afraid of death, and missed the "heavenly opportunity" with a thought. So the butcher jumped first with a quick epiphany, and then ascended to the Buddha Kingdom of the Heavenly Realm.

So the little monk was on the bank of the Qianzhang Cliff, covering his face with his hands and crying until he turned into a rock. ”

The breeze slowly told the story softly, and put away the wooden fish in front of him.

Jia Jing sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looked at her expressionlessly, and asked indifferently, "This is the last story you told?" ”

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, killing is still like this, let alone killing?" Qingfeng smiled slowly, but such words were really not convincing, compared to the many other stories she had told in the past ten years, today's story seemed very unconvincing.

"Do you know where the fundamental gap between a first-class master and a super-first-class master is?" Jia asked indifferently.

"Isn't it the level of martial arts, the level of cultivation of artistic conception?"

"The real super-first-class masters must have their own unwavering beliefs and judgments. Many of them may be absurd and doomed, but they all have one thing in common, and that is to believe in their own beliefs, even if they are wrong. Without that, you can't be a real super-first-class master. The real super-first-class masters will definitely not follow the clouds, so they will have unique martial arts, if the people follow the countless people on the rivers and lakes to follow the so-called strong martial arts cultivation route discussed in the rivers and lakes, at most they are just a first-class master, or become the bottom of the super-first-class masters. The words that were indifferent seemed to be all related to the Dharma story that responded to the gentle breeze.

So, the last story still hasn't been able to change your mind, and you're still not willing to turn to the Buddha. Is it? ”

Ten years ago, because of Qingfeng's mistake, Jia returned to his heart with a thousand knots, but he was never rescued. In the past ten years, his murderous aura has long been digested by the gentle Dharma, although he has lost the power of murderous energy, but Jia has not lost the killing realm, but the killing realm without the murderous power has been greatly reduced, and there is almost no special power at all. At that time, the two agreed that in ten years, if Qingfeng could not make Jia devote himself to the Buddha from now on, then she would go with Jia.

This is the last story in the ten-year covenant.

"The story is ridiculous, and the people who make it up are even more ridiculous. Since a monk has given up his practice and lost his desire to become a Buddha, what can he do if he becomes a Buddha? But the abbot took pity on his past and gave him a chance, saying that the good thing is kindness, and the bad thing is that it is to crush fairness and rules with personal likes and dislikes, what is the difference between it and the essence of cronyism in the big forces? Jia's tone was indifferent, and there was no intense emotion, because in his eyes, these original Buddhist stories were all ridiculous and vulnerable, and the level of the people who made up the stories was not worth mentioning, and it was not as good as recording a lot of gossip in the rivers and lakes. It is even more ridiculous to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, because in your words, knowing that the mistake of killing is cultivation, so you can practice from your mistake and get positive results. So, where are those who are dedicated to practicing diligently towards the Buddha? A person who kills without any taboos suddenly becomes a Buddha one day; Countless people who have been practicing diligently since childhood have followed the practice of Buddhism and endured all kinds of precepts have become Buddhas overnight. Does the Buddha advocate that it is easier and easier for people to kill 3,000 Buddhas, or is he advocating people to practice hard? This kind of self-contradiction, full of loopholes, and a story made up purely for the purpose of deceiving and persuading people, you even told me it? ”

Qingfeng slowly took off a Buddhist robe, and changed into a pale green dress in front of Jia naked. In front of the mirror, pull up your long hair and tidy it carefully. "The ten-year period has come, and when you said well, after ten years, you still have no intention of turning to the Buddha, and this is no longer a place of imprisonment, and you will no longer be a prisoner. Come and go as you please, wherever you want. ”

Ten years, what a fast time. Plus actually didn't remember the time, because the time was too long, and he was too lazy to remember. On the contrary, the breeze is slow, but it is counted every day, and even the hour is remembered. When the last story is finished, it is actually the time when the ten-year period is reached.

Ten years ago, Qingfeng said that she believed that when Jia left, she would definitely take him with her.

Plus walked out of the cabin in silence. (To be continued.) )