A month ago, on a dark and windy night, the Eight Great Families were slaughtered in several bloody storms, and their corpses were strewn all over the field, covered with stumps and blood.

A woman named Mu Xuanwei became a public enemy of the rivers and lakes overnight and was arrested with a heavy reward.

After fighting with everyone in the rivers and lakes for seven days and seven nights, Mu Xuanwei was forced to the Changmoss Cliff, Mu Xuanwei was outnumbered and pushed into the cliff with his palm.

Everyone knew that the terrain of the Long Moss Cliff was dangerous, and if they fell, there would be no bones left, so they all dispersed.

But what they didn't know was that Mu Xuanwei didn't die after falling off the cliff.

Summer has just entered autumn, the weather is a little cool, Jingshan is coming back from the mountain, when he passed by a stream, he saw Mu Xuanwei soaked in water and covered with scars.

There is a way to save people's lives, and it is better to create a seventh-level floating slaughter. Without thinking about it, he ran into the stream and rescued Mu Xuanwei to the shore.

Mu Xuan, who was blistered in the stream, turned pale and had scattered hair.

"Donor? Donor? Jingshan shook Mu Xuanwei's shoulder and asked.

But Mu Xuanwei was seriously injured, and fell from such a high place, completely unconscious, and did not react at all.

At that time, Jingshan saw Mu Xuanwei's body full of knife wounds and sword marks, in fact, he had a little guess in his heart, maybe the woman in front of him was chased and killed by the enemy to become what she is now.

Maybe if you save her, you will also be affected.

But this person in front of him is a living life! How can you see death and not save yourself?

So he took Mu Xuanwei back to his residence, where he lived in a thatched hut in the mountains, where he hid and wrote Buddhist scriptures.

He found some firewood and set up a fire, and suddenly the dark room was instantly lit up and warmed.

The bright light of the fire jumped on the face of the pure good, and the light flickered and flickered.

Jingshan turned his head sideways and looked at Mu Xuanwei who was sleeping on the firewood and grass, he didn't say anything, just slowly walked in front of Mu Xuanwei, put the robe on her body, and then sat in front of the table to chant the Buddha and compile the Buddha scroll.

The temple where he is located is called "White Horse Temple", three years ago he entered the temple, the abbot took him in, the abbot saw that he had a wisdom root, and he had the intention of passing on the position of the presiding officer to him, so he asked him to compile 3,000 volumes of Buddha scrolls in the place of retreat.

The days in the White Horse Temple passed very fast, and I couldn't help but panic that three years had passed, and the abbot had seen him for three years, but his appearance still had not changed, and he was still the same as when he first entered the temple.

"Does the donor have a legal name?" The abbot asked when he first saw Jozen.

The eyes of the pure and good are extremely clear and pure, and they look like a clear lake, and his eyes seem to be able to see through people.

Jingshan clasped his hands together, bowed, and said, "The poor monk's law is called Jingshan." ”

"It turns out that the donor already has a legal name, which is disrespectful." Abbot Road.

Jingshan smiled and shook his head, "Don't blame, don't blame." ”

The origin of Pure Shan is a mystery, and his background is impossible to verify, but it is extremely true, and his ability to memorize the Dharma backwards and draw new ones is truly amazing.

He is obviously only a weak crown, but he acts steadily, and his heart is as calm as water, as if this person was born to exist for Dadu Wan.

On that day, Jingshan bid farewell to the abbot and went to the mountains and forests to hide from the world and compile Buddhist scrolls.

"Abbot, I'm going down the mountain." Pure goodness.

"Well, come back early."

So Jingshan went down the mountain, and before he went down the mountain, he had already pinched his fingers and calculated, and there would be a catastrophe if he went.

In the early morning of the second day, he woke up very early, thinking that the woman would be hungry when she woke up, so he went out of the house, washed rice, cooked some white rice porridge, went out to pick some wild fruits, and found some herbs that could cure sword wounds.

The road down the mountain is a bit rough, and the unknown wildflowers and wild grasses on the side of the road shake their heads in the autumn wind, and when they look down from the mountain, they see a sea of golden rice in the distance, which is constantly rising and falling under the strong wind.

He walked slowly down the mountain on his straw sandals, and the monk's robe on his body accidentally hooked the wildflowers and weeds on the side of the road, and the wildflowers and weeds that were hooked were constantly shaking.

It took him half an hour to gather the wild fruits and return to the house, and put them on the wooden table beside him, and decocted the herbs he had picked into medicine, and wanted to serve them to the woman.

Thinking that maybe the woman had recovered, he left, so he was about to pick up the robe, but he was about to walk forward, when suddenly a cold knife was placed on his neck.

"Don't move." The woman behind her threatened.

Jingshan was unusually calm, he didn't move at all, but smiled slightly, but he turned his back, and Mu Xuanwei couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Who are you?" Mu Xuan said coldly, cold sweat broke out on her forehead because of the pain on her body, she fell from such a high place, her arm was probably broken, her painful arm was trembling slightly, but she gritted her teeth and pretended to be excellent.

"The poor monk's law is pure and good." Pure goodness.

"It turned out to be a monk." Mu Xuanwei remembered the robe he was wearing when he woke up: "So you saved me?" ”

"Yes." Jingshan nodded.

"Okay, although I, Mu Xuanwei, am now a female devil who kills people without blinking, but I have always been grateful and revenge, since you saved me, I will let you go." Mu Xuanwei withdrew his knife.

Jingshan turned his head, he was a head taller than Mu Xuanwei, looked down at Mu Xuanwei, and said, "You were seriously injured yesterday, don't move more, this bowl of medicine can cure your injuries, drink it quickly!" ”

Mu Xuanwei looked at the bowl of medicine in Jingshan's hand, and there was still white heat floating on the face of the medicine, and couldn't help but feel funny, and said, "You're not afraid that I will kill you, and you still want to save me now?" ”

Jingshan didn't say anything, but smiled at Mu Xuanwei in front of him, and said gently: "You are seriously injured, drink this bowl of medicine first!" ”

Mu Xuanwei looked at the bowl of medicine in front of her, and then looked at Jingshan in front of her, I don't know how, but her heart was warm, and the whole person was stunned, she glanced at Jingshan and said, "Aren't you afraid that you will cure me, the female devil, and I will kill people again?" ”

Jingshan just shook his head and said, "I can see that your soul is as white as snow, and you are not a bad person. ”

"Can you see the soul? Are you a god? But I've already killed so many people, how can I still be as white as snow? You're not a monk, you're joking? Mu Xuan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, with a slight hint of sarcasm in his words.

Jingshan just didn't answer, and said to Mu Xuanwei again: "Drink the medicine first and heal the injury." ”

Seeing that Jingshan in front of her was so persistent, and I don't know why, Mu Xuanwei suddenly calmed down, she took the steaming bowl of medicine in Jingshan's hand, and said angrily: "If this medicine is poisonous, I will kill you!" ”

Jingshan couldn't help but smile and said, "Okay." ”

Mu Xuanwei held the bowl of medicine, smelled the unpleasant smell of medicine, and unconsciously pinched her nose, she frowned, took the bowl of medicine and drank it all, she felt miserable, more painful than being killed.

"Monk, I've finished drinking the medicine! Bring me the medicine bowl and take it away! This medicine is really bitter and kills! Mu Xuan shouted slightly.

Jingshan smiled, walked in front of Mu Xuanwei and took the medicine bowl with one hand, spread it out with the other, and saw a piece of rock candy in his wide palm, he smiled and said, "You can eat this rock candy!" It can solve suffering. ”

Mu Xuanwei looked at the piece of rock candy in front of him, then turned his head to look at Jingshan, and said, "Not poisoned?" ”

Jingshan nodded and said, "No, I promise." ”

Mu Xuanwei then picked up the piece of rock candy and put it in his mouth, the sweet taste spread on the tip of his tongue, and the bitter taste just now suddenly dispersed.

Even with my heart has become sweet,

Jingshan said to Mu Xuanwei: "You go to bed and rest for a while, and I'll bring you the porridge and fruits for you later." ”

Jingshan was about to leave with the medicine bowl, and Mu Xuanwei asked, "Why are you so good to me?" Aren't you afraid I'll kill you? ”

Jingshan looked at Mu Xuanwei and said, "If you want to kill, it's just an insignificant life!" What is there to fear? With that, he turned and left the house.

Mu Xuanwei sat on the bed, looking at the distant back, thoughtful.

Suddenly, the wind blew outside, and the windows rattled with a sudden gust of wind, and the window paper rustled, and two or three green and yellow leaves blew in through the cracks in the window.

The room was quiet and only the sound of the wind could be heard.

After a while, Jingshan came to Mu Xuanwei with a bowl of white rice porridge, looked at Mu Xuanwei and said, "The porridge has already cooled you, the temperature is just right now, you can eat it quickly!" ”

Mu Xuanwei was still a little stubborn and didn't want to take the bowl of porridge, but her stomach was screaming at this time.

Her arm was slashed by a sword, and it hurt to the extreme no matter what she held, and she was just being reckless with the knife and the medicine just now.

She raised her hand to take the bowl, but her face turned pale with pain and her brows furrowed. Jingshan saw her pain and hurriedly said, "You are seriously injured, I'll feed you!" ”

Mu Xuanwei stubbornly turned his head and said, "Don't, I can do it myself." ”

So she raised her hand again to take the bowl, but before she could lift it, she couldn't lift it in pain.

Jingshan looked at her and said, "I'll come!" ”

So he picked up the soup spoon, spooned a spoonful of white rice porridge and put it in front of Mu Xuanwei, and said, "Drink it!" It doesn't taste good when it's cold. ”

Mu Xuanwei was a little stubborn, and she had no choice but to protest angrily, she had indeed not eaten anything for several days, and she was hungry at the moment and had no strength.

"This porridge is not poisonous, and it is not bitter." Pure and good persuasion.

Mu Xuanwei raised her eyes, glanced at Jingshan, and then looked at the white porridge that was close at hand, so she swallowed her saliva, and finally compromised, she opened her mouth, and Jingshan fed a spoonful of porridge into Mu Xuanwei's mouth.

Maybe it was because she was hungry, Mu Xuanwei didn't stop after taking a bite, so she continued to eat, she felt that this bowl of porridge was not only not bitter, but also a little sweet to eat.

A bowl of porridge went down, Mu Xuanwei felt that her body became warmer, and the person in front of her looked down at her and said, "After eating, your body will recover faster, you have a good rest first, I'll go out." By the way, I put some fruits there, they are all wild fruits from the mountains, I don't know if they are delicious or not, if you are hungry, you can eat some, it may not taste very good, you don't dislike it. ”

After speaking, he was about to walk out with a bowl.

"By the way, what's your name?" Jingshan asked.

"Pure goodness." Joshin replied.

"What two words?" Mu Xuanwei asked.

"Clean and clean, good and good." Jingshan said.

"Hmm." Mu Xuan replied slightly.

Jingshan walked out of the room with the medicine bowl, and Mu Xuanwei sat on the bed and thought about those two words: Jingshan.

Once when she was young, her mother also taught her to be clean and kind to people, but unfortunately a disaster shattered her kindness cleanly, and the purpose of every day she lived was to take revenge.

After ten years in the Qiongya faction, the summer is hot and the winter is cold, the water drops are worn by stones, she has suffered hardships that others dare not eat, learned the skills that others dare not learn, and she has practiced countless times the movements that others practice once. Before dawn, everyone else was sleeping, and she had already woken up and came to the martial arts training ground to practice her martial arts.

Because she knew that she had to take revenge, even if it was to die together, she would not hesitate to do it.

Finally, after ten years of spring and autumn, she went out of the mountain gate and went to the eight great families of martial arts to take revenge.

Before leaving the mountain gate, the master asked her the last sentence: "Can you let go of your obsession and when will you repay your grievances? ”

Mu Xuanwei bowed to her master, then knelt down to say goodbye, and said resolutely: "Master, Xuanwei's departure will definitely set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes, but I am afraid that it will affect the sect, so I want to cut off relations with the master, and from now on, the master will never be a teacher!" ”

"Xuanwei, think about it again, even if you don't miss the relationship between master and apprentice, please think about your father and mother, will they want you to live in hatred?" Master Xuanwei said earnestly.

"Master! I have made up my mind, revenge is the only purpose of my life, and I will not stop there! If you go, you will never see you again! Take care, Master! After speaking, Mu Xuan lowered his head slightly and knocked three times.

Mu Xuan kowtowed slightly, and immediately stood up, unconsciously feeling sour, she was afraid that if she stayed for a moment, she would no longer have the courage to go down, these years, the master treated her like a daughter, and taught all the kung fu, but she had made up her mind, even if the road she wanted to take was full of thorns, she had to go on without hesitation.

Since the first person was killed, her kindness has ceased to exist, and she is a well-known female devil in the rivers and lakes.

She walked on a road from which there was no turning back, and she could only go one way to the dark.

Before she died, her mother said to her, "Live well." ”

But the path she chooses now is a dead end, and from the time when the Mu family was wiped out, her blood was full of hatred.

If she had to find a reason to live, she could only find a reason for "revenge".

Hatred can make her truly feel alive.