The little monk continued to dig herbs, and beside him, there was a female corpse, the female corpse was dressed very fashionably, with a beautiful face, but it had already revealed a touch of cold paleness, obviously dead for a while, the qi and blood did not flow and the body began to gradually stiffen. \\

"Amitabha." After collecting the medicine, the little monk stood in front of the female corpse with the bamboo basket again, squatted down, and pointed his index finger between the eyebrows of the female corpse, and then he himself slowly closed his eyes, he seemed very calm, whether it was killing people and now facing this corpse, that kind of calm, a little cold, and this kind of temperament, in fact, should not appear in a monk.

Monks should not be contaminated with the breath of fireworks, but the practice of Buddhism is a kind of compassion, even if the monk thinks that he has escaped into the empty door, but after all, he has a great wish to save the world, and today's little monk seems to have a kind of Buddhist practitioner's bearing, but he does not feel the slightest sense of compassion and compassion, it seems that he is a little indifferent, indifferent to human life, indifferent to the world, and very indifferent to the qiē beside him, it seems that a qiē and a qiē can not fluctuate his state of mind.

"Buzz!"

A black gas swirled up from the female corpse's body, and then converged to the center of the eyebrows, the little monk lifted his index finger, and a wisp of black gas like a small earthworm was pulled out by him, and this black gas was suddenly weakened after being pumped out, and a faint golden light flashed on the little monk's body, directly sucking this black gas in.

After finishing his work, the little monk got up, lifted the female corpse with one hand, and walked towards the cliff, the little monk was not very old, but his strength was not small. It was even a little terrifying, and the body of a tall woman was as light as a ball of cotton in his hands.

A long series of crisp sounds came out, and the female corpse was directly thrown off the cliff by the little monk, and it is estimated that she should be smashed to pieces, even if it is the remaining bones, the beasts under the cliff will swallow her into his belly, and the little monk is not worried about getting into any trouble because of this.

After finishing the corpse, the little monk walked back to his small temple, and in the small temple, the little monk's master had already prepared a meal. The little monk has three senior brothers. However, the three senior brothers cooked and ate together, while the little monk was personally taken by the master to live and cook with the master.

"I'm back." The master heard the voice and greeted him. Then he put the dishes and chopsticks on the table. Prepare to eat with your own disciple, who he thinks is the most wise.

The little monk put the herbs back into the house. After cleaning his hands, he sat down opposite the master, respectfully took the chopsticks handed by the master, and began to fast.

The master's craftsmanship is very good. The little monk has always felt that if the master is not a monk, he can definitely go to the world to be a chef, and it is definitely more than enough.

The little monk was very envious of the master's artistic conception, he felt that it was the master's comprehension of the Dharma that had reached a very high level, and every move contained great truths and questions, so that kind of artistic conception would be produced.

The master and apprentice are very quiet when eating, the master pays attention to a food and is silent, and the little monk is as quiet as ever and does not talk much, so it is inevitable that the dinner table will be a little colder, but fortunately, both of them can endure the cold temperament, but I don't think there is anything wrong with this.

After the master finished eating first, he gently put down the dishes and chopsticks, looked at his disciple, and asked, "How much is the anger on your body, and you have done murder again today?" ”

The little monk swallowed the last bite of rice in the bowl, put the dishes and chopsticks on the table, sat down and replied, "Yes." ”

Regarding the matter of "killing", the little monk only replied a "yes", very simple and simple, as if the master asked if you stole the persimmon cake today and the apprentice answered "yes".

What a simple thing, how indifferent it is.

"Go and recite a few more Buddhist scriptures and get rid of the anger on your body, otherwise you will always feel that your nose is smoked when you eat at the same table."

"Got it."

In this way, the conversation between the master and the apprentice ended, the master went back to the meditation room to meditate and recite the scriptures, and the little monk also returned to his room after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, but he did not rush to meditate, but stood quietly in place, as if waiting for something.

"Amitabha, I am on Yu Tantra, cultivating Buddha and cultivating demons, refining demons with the heart of Buddha, creating Buddhas with magic power, Buddha is demons, demons are Buddhas, Buddha and demons are in a thought, my Tantra is up and down, all standing in this line of cultivation, insurmountable, insurmountable."

The master's voice sounded in the ears of the little monk, although the distance between the two meditation rooms was quite far, but the master's voice was so clear, as if he was still standing in his ears and teaching the little monk.

The little monk stood motionless, with a look of remembrance on his face, he knew that from now on, his master would disappear from his memory.

In the master's meditation room, there is a puppet, the puppet looks very gloomy and weird, but the master sits in front of the puppet, the kind of Buddhist monk's bearing completely suppresses it, the puppet seems to want to break free of this aura, but it can't succeed, the more it struggles, the more it feels that it is oppressed.

This puppet was originally with the little monk, but at this time it was restrained by the little monk's master to his side, and it is obvious that the doll's plan was pierced and destroyed by the little monk's master.

"What a puppet, my good apprentice, where did you provoke this kind of thing, if you really encounter this kind of thing in reality, I'm afraid that the teacher will not be able to take its edge, that's it, that's it, since you can provoke this kind of thing, I think you should also have your own big opportunity, since the teacher can see you again today, it can be regarded as thanks to this opportunity, this puppet puppet, for the teacher to help you stay, and, for the teacher has died Buddha, but I, the infatuated disciple, still keep the soul of the teacher in my heart, As everyone knows, Shangyu Tantra is the heaviest in a free and easy nature, once you can't get rid of it, you can't walk steadily, you will overstep, apprentice, you have a wisdom root, and the teacher is also nagging some, now, let the teacher open the Buddha's heart for you again, and help you complete the Buddha's heart! ”

A layer of golden light burned on the master's body, and then, a black light also shone out, with an evil demonic aura, the Buddha and the demon merged in the master's body, and the feeling of complementing each other brought great coercion, and for a while, the surrounding space seemed to begin to distort.

The master stretched out his hand and grabbed the puppet, and the flames on his body also spread to the puppet, the two sides burned together, and the two sides gradually turned into nothingness together, the master knew that his existence zài, in the memory of his apprentice, was an indelible concern, since he could not erase himself as a disciple, and was reluctant to erase himself, then he would erase himself as a master, he had always believed that this apprentice had great wisdom roots, and once the state of mind was complete, then he would definitely be able to reach the highest point of Shangyu Tantra in the past thousand years.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed out from the corners of the little monk's eyes, and then, the surrounding scene began to change, the seven nights monk was blinded by his own fingers, at this time, blood and tears continued to flow out, but there was an extra vicissitudes and sadness.

What is lost, cannot be returned, and will never be returned.

The monk of the seven nights folded his hands, and the sound of chanting came out of his mouth, the left half of his body, full of golden light, the Buddha shadow was solemn, and the right half of his body, the demonic qi was horizontal, and the Shura roared, he was the seven nights!

Although he had only walked a dozen steps, Qiye felt that he had passed through a big blockage, and when the two forces of Buddha and Demon on his body exploded together, he completely broke free from all the resistance around him.

"Didi!"

Not far away, the car drove over, and on this high road, finally began to have cars moving, and I had not seen a single car for several days and seven nights, as if this road was not in the world, but in hell.

In the sky, the puppet face condensed by Caixia slowly faded at this time, with full of unwillingness and resentment, and faded......

……

Xiao Xuan and his sister are in a room, when Xiao Xuan returns to the room after taking a bath, his sister is painting, Xiao Xuan knows that his sister likes to paint very much, and is also very talented, if it weren't for the accident when he was a child, then Xiao Xuan could foresee but could not change the accident, if his sister lived, maybe she would be able to become a painter in the future. Xiao Wenkai is a calligrapher, Zhao Wanjun was a song and dance artist before marriage, so the talents of Xiao Xuan and his sister Xiao Mengyu should be inherited from their parents, Xiao Xuan later as a child who came out of the orphanage, and was able to become a best-selling author, if there is no extraordinary talent, it is absolutely impossible.

Hearing the sound of Xiao Xuan opening the door and walking in, his sister Xiao Mengyu took the opportunity to cover her painting paper with a black cloth, her sister's painting tools are not children's toys, but extremely professional, Xiao Wenkai is also very supportive of his daughter's hobbies in painting, so the purchase is the most complete and best painting tools.

"Brother." Xiao Mengyu shouted with a smile, the little girl laughed, and there were two dimples at the corners of her mouth, which was very cute.

"What are you drawing?" Xiao Xuan also looked at his sister with a smile, "Come, let my brother take a look." ”

"No, I'll show it to you when they're done." Xiao Mengyu said very seriously.

"Hehe, okay, you hurry up and draw, my brother can't wait to see it."

At this moment, the voice of her mother Zhao Wanjun came downstairs: "Xuan'er, come over here." ”

Xiao Xuan waved his hand at his sister and walked out of the room.

Xiao Mengyu stood in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush again, and she lifted the black cloth again, revealing half of the painting, in which a little boy was standing in front of a burning house, crying bitterly. (To be continued!)

ps: The scene described at the end of this chapter, Xiaolong scratched his itch, oh my god, it's really well written, we can also write this feeling~

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