Ye Bufan didn't have to be confused for too long about whether it would become an evil existence in the future, firstly, it was a very distant thing, secondly, he had seen Shishanbao Village burned to the ground, he had seen the family, and some dark and shameless under the glamour of the sect, and he also had a new standard for looking at good and evil and good and evil.

In his mind, the emerald green flame in his body is like a sharp knife, the wicked person holds it in his hand, it is a murderer who kills people, and in the palm of the butcher's hand, it is a tool for killing dolphins and sheep and establishing his life.

It's rare in the world to have both methods.

You don't have to ask the heavens and the earth to ask the ghosts and gods, but between life and death, you have a clear conscience.

Although he was calm in his heart, Ye Bufan also realized that this technique of striking the heavens and thunder was not suitable for appearing in front of people for a long time, and it could not be a means of saving his life, and the jade plate in the storage bag would be smashed if he took time.

Not to mention whether this technique has anything to do with the evil yin worship, just because of the palm white thunder of the initial level of this technique, Ye Bufan couldn't imagine how much aura it needed to perform it smoothly.

Now the dantian is still empty without a trace of aura, and the tearing pain in the abdomen has not been alleviated at all, Ye Bufan didn't know that this was a precursor to the dantian was about to break, but he could realize that if he didn't think of a way, his lower abdomen might really be pierced by the twisted intestines.

He didn't know that with his cultivation in the Gathering Spirit Period, the aura that the dantian could hold was just the aura contained in a low-grade spirit stone, and now as long as an ordinary Huiyuan Dan, he could consolidate the foundation of Peiyuan, repair the dantian Lingding of Naling Zangyuan, and stabilize the original foundation of Jindan Dao.

But out of caution, Ye Bufan didn't want to alarm anyone, he had the intention of gambling in his heart, endured the pain of tearing, forcibly lifted his spirit, calmed down, and looked inward.

The dantian was empty, and the air mass formed by the aura dissipated without a trace, only a faint green line, quietly stagnant in the void of the dantian.

Sure enough, I saw this green line that didn't disappear!

Ye Bufan did not hesitate, and gently touched the thin green line with his spiritual sense.

The faint green line moved slightly, Ye Bufan's mind moved, and he pulled the green line with his spiritual sense, and began to rotate slowly.

The green line drew a perfect circle in the dantian and rotated for a circle, the tearing pain in the lower abdomen suddenly decreased, Ye Bufan tried to let go of the traction of the spiritual sense, and this thin green line continued to run slowly in the dantian.

Ye Bufan retracted his spiritual sense, looked inwardly at Huang Ting, and the exercises of the Three Qing Jue moved as he wished, and a very thin wisp of spiritual energy in the space penetrated through the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, and began to flow slowly in the meridians, and after a week's time, the spiritual energy entered the dantian Lingding, followed the trajectory of the green line, and began to run and flow in the dantian.

The feeling of emptiness disappeared completely, and the tearing pain became lighter and lighter.

Ye Bufan deeply exhaled a breath of turbid breath in his chest, feeling a kind of relaxation and comfort for the rest of his life.

He opened his eyes and looked around silently.

The disciples of the Tiancang Sect were still sitting cross-legged, looking inward and contemplating, Lin Ling leaked out a small half of his figure, standing straight in the center of the clearing, slightly raising his head and looking in the direction in the distance.

Ye Bufan gently tilted his head to look at Jing Lian who was sitting beside him.

As if she had a sense in her heart, Jing Lian also opened her eyes at the same time and turned her head to look at Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan frowned slightly, and there was a trace of vicissitudes and loneliness on Jing Lian's originally delicate face, which did not belong to the year of the weak crown.

Overnight, Jing Lian didn't say anything, she didn't ask anything, and Ye Bufan acted as if nothing had happened, but now it seems that Jing Lian finally had some knots in her heart because of what happened last night.

Ye Bufan raised his hand and touched the scar on his face, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Last night's incident, in his opinion, is too ordinary, since he was sensible, he doesn't know who his parents are, the children in the village are all wild, adults will not live in peace, not to mention a group of half-grown children gathered together without control, except for not daring to light firewood and set fires, catch chickens and teasing dogs, and fight with each other is normal, not to mention scolding two wild babies when they have nothing to do.

For the first time, the children of the whole village shouted together and called him "wild seed", Ye Bufan cried all night, grandpa stayed by his side silently, with old tears in his eyes, quietly watching him cry, until the morning dawned, he was sleepy and weak will not sleep, grandpa gently stroked his head and said,

"My baby, you still have grandpa, it's not a wild seed that no one hurts!"

From that day on, Ye Bufan first understood one thing, not everyone will like you, and they will guard you all night and cry bitterly.

Since he first figured out this matter, when someone called him a wild seed, he didn't shed a single tear, but he didn't make a sound, and he clenched his fists and went up desperately.

When you can beat it, you just use your hands, and when you can't beat it, you get up again and again and stare at each other's eyes. For the rest of the month, he had bruises on his body almost every day, and his grandfather never said or asked, only rubbed his head and patted the dust on his body.

Half a year later, no one in Shishanbao Village dared to call him a wild seed, regardless of the children and adults.

After that, he understood that what is good for you, you think about the good of others, and what is bad for you, you just need to raise your fist.

The truth is superficial.

But the grievances are clear.

Ye Bufan thought about it when he was fourteen or fifteen years old before he figured out this truth, and saw that Jinglian was not as weak as the crown, and she was extremely delicate, with a somewhat childish face, and probably thought about his mood when he was called a wild seed.

After thinking about it again, when the sky was bright, grandpa stroked his head, those rough and warm big hands, and told himself that when he still had a relative, the hot flow in his heart, Ye Bufan looked at the coquettish joy in Jing Lian's eyes, and sighed twice, raised his hand to touch Jing Lian's bald head, his hand reached halfway, and he felt that it was inappropriate, his arm pressed down, and grabbed Jing Lian's emaciated shoulder.

The texture of the earthy yellow Zen clothes was gentle, and the raised bones on the emaciated shoulders were slightly chuckled, Ye Bufan pinched Jinglian's shoulders with a little force, slowly opened his mouth, lowered his voice, and said softly,

"You call me Brother Ye, and I'm happy to have a brother with a different surname like you, you and I have different bloodlines, but I treat you as if you are relatives. ”

"Everything that has happened" Ye Bufan paused as he said and pinched Jinglian's shoulder, "I can't untie your heart knot, and there's no reason to talk about it." ”

"However, there is one thing you can keep in mind, your eldest brother Ye, no matter how you cultivate, day or night, I am your relative, and I can block the swords and guns behind you. ”

Jing Lian's distracted eyes, there was a faint confusion at first, and then the starlight flashed, suddenly bright, and a layer of misty water vapor climbed into the corners of her eyes, Jing Lian nodded a little shyly, the corners of her mouth twitched, and some coquettish smiles leaked out of her face.

In his Zen heart, the Vajra wheel moves with the thought, on the wheel body, the flame is steaming, a few thin cracks dissipate in the formless, the four-petal pure lotus on the top of the head, one petal is "compassion", one petal is "sorrow", one petal is "joy", one petal is "she", the lines of the lotus petal Tianxian are faintly revealing the color of the precious light of the glass.

The practice of the four immeasurable minds can only be perceived.

Kindness, rejoicing in goodness, compassion for the heavens, and forsaking evil.

Last night, Lin Qi's selfishness in saving his life when he was in danger was not the evil result of his heart ape that should be light and light, leave no trace in his heart, and give up.

Why do you still linger on your heart, thinking about your joy and kindness stained with dust?

Brother Ye sacrificed his life to protect each other, isn't it compassion for heaven and life, and love for his loved ones.

The Tantric Dharma is a vein that protects the root of good deeds and drives away evil and evil as the result.

The power of the kings of the five directions, among all spirits, regardless of cause and effect, only good and evil.

Jinglian's Zen heart is clear and clear, her hands are clasped together, and after bowing slightly to Ye Bufan, she pinched out the center seal of her heart with both hands, closed her eyes slightly, and chanted the Heart Sutra of the King of Fudong Ming in her heart.

Ye Bufan saw every change in the expression on Jing Lian's face, and at this time he hurriedly retracted his right hand and looked at Jing Lian's face quietly.

Son Ye Tian is also so shy and shy, I remember to help him tuck the quilt corner every time he returns at night, when his son is not asleep, he will always pull the corners of his mouth, staring at himself with bright eyes, and then retracting his head into the quilt with a shy smile.

I really like a person in my heart, and I don't have to talk about it all the time.

Ye Bufan watched quietly for a while, touched the scars on his face, and then looked at the gradually brighter sun in the sky.

An hour of time will soon pass, and Ye Bufan has no time to calm his mind and calm his mind, look inward and contemplate, stabilize his mind a little, and look at the dantian under the inner vision of his spiritual sense, the thin green line and a wisp of aura are still running and rotating.

He took a deep breath, didn't feel the tearing pain in his abdomen, and then closed his eyes and waited for the sun to gradually turn west.

Last night, he was strangely safe and sound from the pounce of the Phantom Beast, and the short sword in the storage bag fell off with a small patch of rusty green.

Ye Bufan became more and more confident, and he was faintly excited about the future trip and looked forward to it inexplicably.