"Unless, the monk is not as simple as it seems."

- Wind Sleep

"Childe." Zhutong's crisp voice sounded, interrupting the wind sleep that seemed to be confused. Feng Mian hid his emotions and looked up at the anxious young man in front of him.

"Any more questions?" He asked.

"Naturally." Zhutong's face was a little gloomy. "Since you know that the little princess cares about that monk, isn't it the easiest and most effective way to use him as a hostage to blackmail the little princess to hand over the edict?"

Feng Mian nodded.

According to Tsukuto, it is indeed a simple and effective method, but he ...... But there was some hesitation.

"If things were just that simple, then this method should have been used a long time ago."

Unless.

The monk was not as simple as it seemed.

——

Looking at the two masked black-clothed people in front of them, holding their foreheads without staining, but they came to intercept people in broad daylight but were wearing black, wouldn't they feel strange themselves? ?

……

The two masked men in night clothes did not notice their disobedience to the environment in the slightest, one holding a rope, the other holding a fist, the one holding a fist looked like a tiger, and his fist seemed to be like an iron fist that was about to greet him every minute.

However, he had only taken two steps forward, and before he could reach his fist, there seemed to be an additional hidden arrow at his side, which pierced through the wind and was nailed to the arm of his fist.

In an instant, blood splattered.

Bu Yan touched his face, and stepped forward to persuade him bitterly: "You are already the third wave of people who came today, don't come again." ”

……

The man holding the rope looked at him in amazement, but he held the rope tightly in his hand, trying to try to make a dying struggle. After all, everyone knows that doing their job, being arrested and tortured to extract a confession is better than dying, and it is better to die at the scene than to do this.

Besides, everyone, everyone wants to believe that they are unique, in case it is his turn to go this shit luck today.

However, Bujan looked at him sincerely and shook his head at him.

"First, the person behind me is much higher than you and other martial arts, and second, your brother's blood is too much, and I can't clean it up when it falls in my small courtyard, so hurry up and wait for him to grab some medicine to stop the bleeding."

"Uh-huh???"

The hand holding the rope trembled slightly.

What does this monk mean? Grab medicine to stop bleeding?? Let him go???

His face was full of disbelief.

The man in black was staring at him in a coarse cloth robe, and his face was stained with blood that had just been splashed, but behind this blood stain was a pair of eyes that were as clear as Buddha, and the man in black subconsciously took a step back, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Monk, are you taking pity on us? Then I tell you, you don't have to. He glanced at his companion who was spurting blood next to him, and smiled very leisurely: "Those who do our business have no ties in this world, and they are not afraid of death at all." ”

Do not sigh.

"They are all people in troubled times, and there are many people who have no roots and no soil, who can pity anyone."

Glancing at the man in black, he continued:

"I'm just afraid of sweeping the blood of this courtyard."

After speaking, he tore off a strip of cloth from his body and handed it to the man in black.

"Here you go, use this strip of cloth to tighten the wound on his arm for the time being, and it will stop the bleeding."

The man in black silently took the strip of cloth, carefully wounded the wound on the arm of the man who was traveling with him, and then helped his companion out of the courtyard, and when he was about to step out of the courtyard, he glanced back at the monk

The monk stood quietly in the courtyard, his expression calm and dustless, perhaps aware of his gaze, he raised his eyes to meet him.

How to describe the feeling of looking at each other for a moment, compassion, compassion? Or, nothing, but still make people tremble.

After sending his companion to the infirmary and dealing with some related matters, the man in black returned to the courtyard almost without stopping.

When Buzhan saw him again, there was some surprise in his eyes.

"If you're not willing to do it this morning, try it again?" The furrowing brow was terrible, after all, he had just swept away the scattered serum in the courtyard and changed himself into a clean dress.

The man in black was silent, Shi Shiran walked to the stone bench in the courtyard and sat down, and made himself a cup of tea.

"Monk, I have some questions that I want to ask you."

He handed the teacup to Bujane, as if ...... He's the one who treats the guests.

Bujan took a sip of tea and stared at him a little confused.

The man in black looked a little gloomy: "I've heard before that you cultivators and Buddhists pursue bliss, but I don't know what it means to be bliss. ”

Buyan thought about it very seriously, and then shook his head helplessly.

"I don't know."

……

"!" The man in black burst into foul language, and was almost about to jump up and hit someone. However, he jumped halfway, and sat down again, the gloomy color on his face was heavier than before, and his mouth opened and closed halfway, but he still spoke.

"I'm in pain."

He whispered. "My parents died in the war, and since then they have never tasted what it is like to have a hot meal at home, I was loved by a little woman when I was young, but because I didn't know how to cherish it, I missed it, and the regret was hard to dissolve in my heart, I don't like to kill, but I am good at killing people and making a living from it, what do you say about people like me, what are you doing with life, are you born to suffer?"

After he finished speaking, he drank a large cup of herbal tea in one go, and then turned his head to stare at Buzhi.

Bu Ran was a little hairy by his staring, so he had to straighten out the clothes he had just put on, and then said helplessly: "If it had been a few days ago, I would have told you that all suffering arises from ignorance, greed, longing, and self-grasping. Sentient beings in the world do not know the Fa-rectification, and their lives are immersed in the cycle of suffering and suffering. Ignorance of fate, line fate, knowledge of fate, fame and color, fame and color in six places, six places of fate, touch fate, receive fate, love, love, take fate, have fate, have fate, birth, old age and death, ......"

"Wait a minute."

The man in black interrupted him with a little embarrassment.

"What is ignorance???

Buyan glanced at him, and said with some seriousness: "What is ignorance in the clouds, ignorance in the front, ignorance in the back, ignorance in the front and back. He paused to look at the man in black, then held his forehead and continued: "So, you may still not understand...... Then I'll be more popular, ignorance is what you just described about your present state. ”

The man in black raised his eyes.

"That is, ignorance, delusional and troubled."

Don't say a word, and say it with a smile.