Hearing this name, Ye Xiao probably guessed why the heart-loving boy said this, but Ye Xiao did not push the beautiful woman away, of course, it was not that Ye Xiao wanted to take advantage, but because the beautiful woman had hooked his neck with her slender fingers.

Although it was very gentle to the touch, Ye Xiao was sure that the slender hand must be very sharp, because the swordsman who had just died was killed by this finger.

"I advise you, it's better not to put your arms around him. Then a man with a hat walked in again.

"It's been a lively day. After glancing at it, Ye Xiao said with a smile.

"Why can't you put your arms around him? You don't allow it, I want it. When the smoke worm heard this, he pressed his body a little closer.

"You.... You.... Are you the poison saint Xiaoxiangyu?" the heartthirsty boy glanced at the visitor, then pushed a few steps in horror, and began to check his body.

Seeing this, Ye Xiao was also surprised, so he asked, "You are so afraid of him, he is very powerful?"

"Of course, in this world, except for the world's first doctor, no one can cure his poison at all. The heartthirsty boy replied, took a step back, and then looked at the poison saint Xiao Xiangyu, and continued: "The most terrifying thing is that his poisoning method is very special. ”

"Oh, what's so special?" Ye Xiao became even more interested and continued to ask.

"If you say anything about the word 'poison', you're going to get poisoned. The Heartthirsty Boy took a few steps back.

"It's a pity, the number of people I killed today can only change to three hundred and one. Ye Xiao listened, then shook his head and sighed.

Hearing this, the heartthirsty boy's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Please also ask the poison saint to take my life." ”

"Alas, alas, I can't solve it, who told you to say what you shouldn't say. Poison Saint Xiao Xiangyu sighed.

When the voice fell, the face of the heart-hungry boy turned black, and after a breath, the heart-eating boy was silent.

At the same time, a sword light flashed, and the smoke worm holding Ye Xiao also spewed out a crimson and fell to the ground.

"Your Excellency's sword. When the poison saint Xiaoxiangyu saw it, he exclaimed, and at the same time, why did he take two steps away from Ye Xiao.

"Your Excellency's ....." Ye Xiao wanted to say, 'Your Excellency's poison is also very powerful', but halfway through, he hurriedly changed his words: "Your Excellency's methods are also terrifying. ”

"How about getting to know me? My name has been introduced just now, do you remember?" the poison saint Xiao Xiangyu replied with a smile when he heard this.

"It seems to be called Xiaoxiangyu, right?" Ye Xiao pondered for a moment and replied.

"No, no, no, you're not telling you all, think about it. When the poison saint Xiao Xiangyu heard this, he immediately shook his head.

After hearing this, Ye Xiao laughed softly: "The name is just a code name, for example, you can call me a swordsman, I can call you a wanderer, anyway, as long as you can understand it, as for what it is called, it doesn't matter at all." ”

"It seems that Your Excellency doesn't want to make me a friend, that's it, that's it. When the poison saint Xiao Xiangyu heard this, he got up and walked outside.

Seeing this, Ye Xiao couldn't help but shake his head again and again, and said apologetically: "Alas, look at my stupid head, I really can't remember it at all, or can you introduce me your name from scratch?"

"Swordsman, you don't have a good heart. Poison Saint Xiao Xiangyu turned around and smiled, and left quickly.

"I don't think it's you. Ye smiled back, and also chose a reverse and continued to walk forward.

....

In the land of Buddha, the bewitching woman walked on the blood-colored Buddha road, which is said to be the Buddha road, rather than the sea of Shura blood, she walked around, like a blooming bewitching mandala.

"Donor, turn back to the shore. On the shore, a monk holding a boat recited a Buddha horn and looked at the beautiful flowers in full bloom in front of him.

"Where can I turn back? In this world, evil ways prevail, and the world is hell. Zhengdaochang is also a mountain of corpses. The benevolence and righteousness of the sages can't stop the killing, and the sound of wailing can't be isolated by doing nothing, even in this land of the Buddha without desire, there is not such a land of blood sea Shura, may I ask the monk, turn around, where are you going back?" The woman's words were very gentle and very good, just like the voice of the Buddha.

It's a pity that the Buddhas of monks are cold, and they are never such gentle women's voices, at least the Buddha of the monks in front of them is not this charming and good-looking woman.

"Whence you come from, you will return. This is the monk's answer.

"Yo, then I don't have to look back, my house is on the other side of the sea. The seductive woman laughed and jumped onto the boat.

Then, the monk did not speak, but only held the boat and often sailed forward.

This sea of blood is like a thousand feet of red dust, the boat is like a person, every time you go, the sound of red dust is permeated, and all kinds of temptations come.

Obviously it is only seven emotions and six desires, but Buddhism calls it the sea of Shura blood, perhaps in the eyes of the Buddha, Hongchen is Shura, and desire is the sea of blood, so crossing the sea of blood is also crossing yourself, and when you cross to the end, you may really become a Buddha without desire.

But there is no end to the red dust, and there is no end to the sea of Shura blood, so it is inexhaustible, so it is impossible for anyone to become a Buddha, so this road has been a dead end since many years ago.

The boat has been sailing for a day, and the rowing monk has become a blood monk, he has been contaminated with red dust, and he has long been unable to distinguish where is the bitter sea and where is the shore.

Although the monk is dead, there is still nothing wrong with the delicate woman who is on the boat, maybe it seems that she is contaminated with more red dust, but the desirelessness in her heart, the woman can be hundreds of times, thousands of times higher than the monk who holds the boat.

On the other road, on the golden avenue, countless monks are chanting sutras and discussing the Buddha, and every move and cultivation here can be seen, which is another way to become a Buddha, going through all kinds of hardships and difficulties, overcoming them one by one, and then becoming a Buddha.

No one has ever succeeded in this path, but at least this path is not dead, because the more powerful Buddhist cultivators in Buddhism today are all on this path, of course, including wine monks.

Although the wine monk is only over 200 years old, he is very senior, and everyone he meets along the way will bow to him.

"Master, I'm back. Walking to a golden Buddha hall, the wine monk bowed to the person who was giving a lecture.

In the Buddha hall, in addition to the monk who gave the lecture, there were tens of thousands of Buddhist cultivators around, and they were all very respectful to the monk who gave the lecture, because this monk is the current head of Buddhism.

With a wave of the Buddha's hand, all the Buddhas dispersed, and only the master and apprentice were left in the Buddha hall.

"I heard that he is back. Then, the wine monk asked.

"I didn't see him, but the road was reopened, and I think it's back. "The head of Buddhism is very loving, like an elder.

"When I came, I saw two women, one of whom he must have sent. The wine monk nodded and said.