Fufeng County and Beimo Chamber of Commerce are stationed.

The drunken rich merchant with the glamorous dancing girl in his arms has already fallen asleep in the room, and the warriors hired by the chamber of commerce are meditating and practicing in their own rooms, most of them are born in the desert horse thieves, although they have come to this rich foreign city, but they have not slackened much, but they are still in the desert yellow sand, and the knife is not leaving.

The men of the caravan carried lanterns from the mansion to vigil.

Their martial arts are not very strong, they only have some ordinary tricks, and the vigil back and forth is only to guard against the possible thieves and prevent the slaves from escaping.

The thieves are easy to deal with, but the slaves who are found to have escaped are more fierce than the hungry wolves in the desert, so they also wear scimitars, which are not good goods, but with the natural strong bodies of these foreigners, they can also hack to death an adult strong man with all their strength.

All the way from the backyard to the front yard, turned back again, looked at the storehouse, and the brothers over there blew the cow for a while, only then did he look unwilling, and walked to the direction of the side yard, did not approach, only carried a lantern to shine at will, and saw that there were more than a dozen men lying in the tent, each of them was thick and strong, and obviously had a lot of strength.

These are the slaves of the master's family, neither need to pay wages, and do not have to be well treated, since the desert grassland has been coming to this great Qin to help the wind, do some coolies on weekdays, if you encounter horse thieves and bandits, one person is issued with a broken knife, and there are two or three masters behind him, which is the most ferocious soldier.

Even if you are seriously injured, you don't have to worry about it, just throw it on the road, let it fend for itself, and kill it with a knife on the spot, which is already considered kind.

But many caravans refused.

Human blood can also damage the blade of a weapon.

Don't you need money to maintain the blade?

When I set off, I took thirty of them, and when I arrived at Fufeng, I was already half dead, and the days were almost September, so I calculated the time, and it was time to return to the desert with Daqin's silk porcelain and high-quality tea, and when the time came, three of the ten or so men who could survive were already blessed by the immortal heaven.

This kind of slave, even if the merchant can survive in the first year, but the injuries on his body cannot be treated with medicinal herbs, and he will often fall on the road in the second year, basically only one year to live.

But these desert peoples seem to have long been accustomed to it, and the two caravan men did not have any pity in their eyes, and endured the chill of late autumn, carried the lantern and counted several times, confirmed the number of people, and then turned around and hurried away.

After taking a few steps, the slightly stronger man suddenly let out a low voice, raised his hand and patted his forehead, and exclaimed:

"Oops, forget that kid."

The two of them wanted to leave directly, but when they thought of the consequences of if the kid slipped away, they still moved their steps, hurried into the backyard, and saw a thin body lying on their sides under a dilapidated tent, and under the hideous scars that could be seen on their bare backs, they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, tightened their clothes, and turned to leave.

One of them muttered in a low voice:

"This kid is also unlucky."

The slightly stronger man cursed in a low voice, and said:

"What's unlucky, this is the will of Changshengtian, it is said that the adult he came here with this burden, or because he knew that the 'Mingyue of the Tuoba family' was here, and he planned to be able to earn a fortune, I don't know why he couldn't make it."

"Maybe it's the one who doesn't look down on this slave......"

"Also, looking at this way, I guess I won't have a long time to live......"

The whispered conversation faded away.

When he could no longer hear the sound, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned over, lay flat on the damp and cold ground, saw the starlight and the moon through the hole in the tent, stared at it for a long time, raised his hand, and covered his heart.

Stay alive......

……………………………………………

Wang Anfeng changed back into his original plain clothes, put the wooden sword back into the original old hilt, said goodbye to the masters, and returned to the Fufeng Palace.

And at the same time, in the Shaolin Temple.

As if there was no weight, the feathers floated slowly in the air.

Among the top contemporary masters, his fists and feet are barely first-class, in front of Yuan Ci, but thirty or forty will confess a life, and the kung fu on the weapon is not enough, but the light skill is in one vein, which can be called the ancient and the present, and there is no other in the world.

Its muscles and bones are naturally lighter than ordinary people, according to a predecessor, this is the ancestor to enjoy food, there is no way to compare, to compare can only find a quiet place by yourself, find a noodle to hang.

With its talent, even if it is to practice the nine streams of the rivers and lakes to fly on the grass, but also to break out of their own doorway, after getting into the door of the thief, it is like a fish in water, cultivation for the realm, a thousand miles a day, to the age of twenty-seven, a light work has been natural, with the internal qi to lead the world, you can travel freely, ride the wind and the sky, do whatever you want, almost the Taoist leisurely travel realm.

But at this time, he did not show the slightest uniqueness.

The body was facing the sky, the head was pointing to the ground, fluttering, holding a straw pole in his mouth, his brows were furrowed, he thought about it for a long time, and finally sighed, shook his head again and again, and said:

"Tut-tut, no, no......"

"This kid is only suitable to be a dignified and righteous man, a chivalrous man who walks the rivers and lakes."

"The unfathomable master of the world, the mastermind behind the control of the overall situation, this style is really too difficult for him......"

Wu Changqing raised his hand to stroke his beard, sighed, and said:

"I also think it's a bit early to let Feng'er get in touch with these......"

He has been with Wang Anfeng for a long time, and from the subtle movements of the young man, it can be seen that he is not suitable for such things as subduing people's hearts.

Wu Changqing walked the rivers and lakes, and saw a lot of ups and downs, although his face was kind, but when he was young and vigorous, there were not a few people who killed him with his own hands, and not all the lives in his hands were evil.

Only the sword wins.

He has this experience, and he knows in his heart that if he holds this Shaolin world in his hands, if he doesn't use it, it will be a tyrannical thing, and he may suffer a lot of losses in the future.

But if you know it, you really want Wang Anfeng to do it by yourself, and I am a little reluctant in my heart.

Hongluo Yu saw that someone agreed with him, a look of smugness appeared on his face, and he floated behind Wu Changqing, raised his chin, and said arrogantly:

"Did you hear it, the surname wins, you can't mess around like this."

"You know, the people behind the scenes are not willing to do this kind of evil thing, I don't believe you ask the great monk over there if he is willing, although he is a lot more boring, but everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that he is a great good thing."

Wu Changqing opened his mouth when he heard this, he couldn't cry or laugh, and he already knew in his heart that the old thief in front of him had committed it again.

Hong Luoyu has a great relationship with Mr. Win, so he naturally knows the identity of Mr.

Thinking of this, he saw the suddenly cold face of the scribe over there, and listened to the noise of Hongluoyu in his ears, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he really didn't have the heart to care, so he raised his eyes and looked at Yuanci over there, and said:

"Master Yuanci, you can say a few words......

Old man, old man has no strength to take care of it anymore.

But after calling a few times in a row, the monks over there didn't react, I don't know what they remembered, there seemed to be a background on the peaceful face in the past, Wu Changqing had something strange in his heart, and even the two people who were 'sabre-rattling' over there noticed the abnormality, and turned their heads to look at the monks over there.

Yuan Ci came back to his senses at this time, fell into a trance, recited a Buddha horn in a low voice, his face was as usual, and he said:

“…… It was the thief who deliberately exaggerated. ”

"Where is there so much distinction between the good and the wicked?"

"Here is good, maybe there is evil in the other, and among the good and evil, there are rivers and lakes."

His voice paused slightly, and he smiled again and asked:

"Besides, who said that if you are hidden behind the scenes, it must be the work of the wicked?"

Hong Luoyu was speechless for a while, and his face was a little unbearable, and he muttered a few words in a low voice, "This is not necessarily, like you bald, isn't it good to have a good reputation on the rivers and lakes?" ”

"Another example of someone...... I don't know how many people plan to kill them and then quickly. ”

Putting down the exit, Hong Luoyu suddenly noticed the chill on the scribe's face, and couldn't help but shiver, lamenting and suffering in his heart, and suddenly noticed a spatial change, obviously Wang Anfeng was preparing to come over, his eyes were slightly bright, and he stepped forward and shouted:

"Hahaha, the apprentice is here."

"The surname wins, this time I will let you go, Lao Tzu will go to teach his disciples martial arts first......"

With a strange scream, the figure shot out in front of him.

At the same time as Wang Anfeng appeared, he swept over the place and took the young man away directly, and in an instant, he didn't know how far away.

Wu Changqing was terrified when he saw this, Fang Caihong fell so fast, even if it was him, he could only see an afterimage, such a light skill, if he refined the art of assassination, although the world was big, who could hide from it.

Thinking of this, the old man's heart actually rose a little lucky, fortunately, although Hongluoyu is frivolous by nature, he is not a crazy person who loves to kill, otherwise there will be a lot of bloody wind and rain on the rivers and lakes.

The scribe looked at the direction and sneered silently, his eyes full of unkindness, and Yuanci sat cross-legged on the bluestone again, as if he had returned to the realm of meditation.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the angry king is jealous and hateful, and his behavior is unscrupulous.

But what instinctively came to his mind was what the other man had said.

"To me, you are the greatest villain in the world."

There are distracting thoughts in the heart, like waves on the surface of a lake.

Yuan Ci's body is not bad Vajra is not bad, has passed the twelve locks, constantly rotated, holding prayer beads, reciting Buddhist scriptures, in order to seek peace of mind, into the realm of thoughtlessness, but the memory in the mind is like being broken by Fang Cai Hong Luoyu's words, and there are constantly pictures emerging, like mastering flowing water, which cannot be stopped.

"You said that you entered the world to spend the evil ......"

"The people of the rivers and lakes have set up an immortal tablet for you, and in their eyes, you are a good person, a Buddha, and a hero."

"But you're a wicked person."

The Buddhist beads in Yuanci's hand rotated faster and faster, his expression was still peaceful, and he recited in a low voice:

"Everything is like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it should be viewed as such."

The rope on which the beads were worn was broken.

One hundred and eight tiny beads were scattered all over the ground.

Each Buddha bead is a trouble, and each of the six roots has suffering, happiness, and sacrifice, which are combined into eighteen kinds; There are three kinds of good, evil, and peace, which are combined into eighteen kinds, and thirty-six kinds, and the three times are reincarnated, and they are combined into one hundred and eight kinds of afflictions, which entangle the heart.

The body is like King Kong, seeking the three flavors of one hundred and eighty, cutting off troubles, and being pure.

He's always done a great job.

But at this time, troubles came together.

Yuan Ci sat down on the bluestone, his eyes slightly closed, and he sighed softly.

In March that day, the peach was dying, scorching its bloom.

Someone looks at him.

Dressed in red, with Qiongyu hanging from his waist.

"You have saved so many wicked people, why don't you want to look at me?"

"Why won't you save me?"

As on that day, the monks closed their eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures.

"Everything has a way to go."

"It's all in vain."

The distracting thoughts of the state of mind are eliminated again, and they seem to be even harder, and the demons are grinding, and they cannot become Buddhas if they do not grind.

The monk leaned over, his face calm, and put the rosary one by one.

Strung with Buddhist beads is a red rope.

Bright as the peach blossoms rain in March.

PS: First update