"No—" Garo shook his head.

"Well, let's rest in the village for the night." Yun Shibao didn't have the slightest surprise on his face, and walked into the village with his feet raised.

In Chinese myths and legends, Fu Xi sat on the Kunlun Sacred Mountain, and it took 7749 years to comprehend the innate Bagua Array, and the Buddha Shakyamuni also used 9981 years...

Although Jia Luo is regarded as the son of fate of the mutated White Snake world, his talent may not be stronger than these big men who have left a strong mark in Chinese mythology, although he has his own deliberate guidance, but it is a little difficult for him to have an epiphany in just one year.

…

The next day, after Yun Shibao left a gold coin at the villager's house where he was staying, he took Jia Luo again to start the path of training.

This time, he doesn't plan to blindly take Jia Luo to practice, the so-called sentient beings, ups and downs, love and hatred, all come from seven emotions and six desires.

Yun Shibao guessed that only after experiencing the catastrophe of the seven emotions and the disaster of the six desires, it was possible for Jia Luo to have an epiphany.

…

Time is cloudy, and it is another three years, outside a village in ancient Rome, Yun Shibao said to Jia Luo, who has a more and more calm temperament and has the posture of a monk: "Can you understand? ”

"There is a hidden understanding, but it is not yet understood..."

"Okay..."Yun Shibao nodded, his face not showing the slightest impatience.

…

Five years later, Garo fell in love, a kind and simple girl who lived in a deserted village on the western border of the ancient Inca.

The love story of the two, like most people, is not vigorous, but it is plain to see the truth, starting from the first meeting, deeper than evergreen, and finally defeated with reality...

In this village, Garo lived for three years.

In the past three years, because of Jia Luo's wooden personality, and some Zen scriptures and teachings given to him by Yun Shibao, the life of the mandarin duck has become more and more poor, and gradually, the original simple and kind girl has become irritable, like an ordinary woman, full of complaints, full of complaints...

Firewood, rice, oil and salt, in the boring days, the husband and wife quarrel constantly, but most of the time, it is the girl who is arguing, and Jia Luo is listening...

Until one day, a heavy rain in March, the girl suffered from the wind cold, shivering and lying on the cold wooden bed, Jia Luo held her in one hand, and held the Zen Sutra left by Yun Shibao in the other.

However, at this moment, his originally firm Zen heart seemed to be out of order, and the scriptures that were originally like the way to reason and made him want to stop could not be read at any point at the moment.

Irritable, Jia Luo put down the scriptures and picked up the girl...

"You..." Seeing the girl's state, Jia Luo couldn't help but be stunned, his lips opened slightly, but he only spit out the word "you".

"In the next life, don't want the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, okay?" The girl stretched out her finger with difficulty, put it on Garo's lips, and then stroked her lover's cheek tremblingly, her eyes full of affection, reluctance and anticipation.

At this moment, the girl was already on the verge of dying.

"I..." The resentful woman who even faintly disgusted him on weekdays was gone, and in a trance, Jia Luo seemed to see the simple, kind, shy and timid girl three years ago.

Garo's lips moved, and he wanted to promise her, but he couldn't say anything anyway.

Over the years, following Yun Shibao's travels, he has faintly understood, what he seeks is the avenue of the world, the great love that embraces heaven and earth, and responds to her, and he bears the common people...

"That's it, that's it... The world is so bitter, in the next life, I will not be a man, I will not be a man..."Seeing Jia Luo's demeanor, a trace of depression flashed in the girl's eyes, and she looked at the sky with empty eyes, and muttered.

"Don't..."As if feeling something, Jia Luo suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and his hands holding the girl couldn't help but tighten.

However, at this moment, the girl's hand was hanging weakly.

"Boom..."The heavy rain outside became more and more majestic, lightning and thunder, as if the sky was also crying for the two of them.

"Whoa!" The two men's humble thatched hut was suddenly washed down by heavy rain.

As if he had turned into a wooden man and lost his senses, he just held the corpse of his deceased wife and sat in the ruins.

Spring turns to autumn, the sun and the moon turn, and Galo's body seems to have become a statue.

"Idiot, don't wake up yet..."It was another summer next to the heavy rain, Yun Shibao fell from the sky, and the raindrops the size of beanbeads fell on him about a meter, and they were dissolved by an invisible energy.

Hearing Yun Shibao's call, the eyelids of the wood carving general Jia Luo moved, and his originally calm chest gradually rose and fell slightly.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes, got up, and walked out of the ruins with great difficulty, towards a linden tree in the back mountain.

He was going to bury her under this tree, and she said that she liked linden...

"The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to it?" Kneeling in front of his deceased wife's grave, Garo folded his hands, and an indescribable fluctuation flashed in his deep, flat eyes.

"Is it bitter?" Yun Shibao fell lightly under the Bodhi tree and said lightly.

This is the last calamity of Jialuo's enlightenment, which is called the love calamity, and he can't help himself, and he can't help.

"Bitter!" Garo's mouth moved slightly, and he said bitterly.

"Do you know why people are born crying instead of laughing?" Yun Shibao asked.

"I don't know, please explain." Garo looked up at Yun Shibao.

"Are you blaming me? Blame me for not saving her? Yun Shibao raised his eyebrows and looked at Jia Luo with a smile.

"You feel bitter, but looking at everything, all kinds of life, whether it is high-ranking officials and nobles, ordinary people, military disasters and plagues, life and death, who is not bitter? I saved her, who will save all these beings? ”

"This seat tells you that the reason why people cry at the moment of birth is because they know that they have not come to the world to be happy, but to suffer..."Yun Shibao dropped such a sentence and turned away from the Bodhi tree.

"All living beings are suffering, what is the explanation? Why? This world shouldn't be like this..."Hearing Yun Shibao's words, Jia Luo was like being struck by lightning, and his whole person instantly stiffened there, muttering dreamily.

Immediately, he seemed to have an understanding, and sat cross-legged in front of the grave of his deceased wife.

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"Whew... It's finally almost becoming... I don't know how Datang is doing now..."Looking at Jia Luo, who was gradually emitting a trace of golden divine light around his body, Yun Shibao breathed a long sigh of relief, and there was a little more relief in his expression.

In the past ten years, Yun Shibao has not found any trace of the Blood Buddha, as if this product has disappeared directly after reaching this era.

There is such a hidden danger, Yun Shibao naturally can't easily leave Jia Luo's side.

In fact, in the past few years that Jia Luo and his deceased wife have lived, Yun Shibao has been living in seclusion on this back mountain, in addition to absorbing divine crystals to improve his strength, he has been secretly protecting him most of the time. Read the latest chapter of "The Strongest Mad Emperor Claw Book House in the World" for free for the first time.