When He Busi was young, the Chaoen Temple in the south of the city was a dilapidated temple, there were few monks in the temple, and there were few people who came here to worship the Buddha, in the memory of He Busi, the temple was so poor that even the paint on the Buddha statue could not be painted, but fortunately there was a vegetable field behind the temple, and the monks in the temple could barely survive with this land, he lived here when he was young, and the monks in the temple generally cultivated the vegetable field to get some subsistence food.

Perhaps because of the recent corpse disaster, this temple that has not had incense for a long time suddenly has a lot of donations, and the Buddha statue inside has also been re-painted, renovated inside and out, and the door face has completely lost its previous dilapidated appearance.

He Busi couldn't see the appearance of this temple anymore, he was used to the dark world, and he could barely listen to the voice, but there was no hope of recovering these eyes.

People who enter the incense and worship the Buddha go in and out, the noisy sound is noisy in the ears, and occasionally the sound of wooden fish beating comes from the temple, he knows that the Chao'en Temple is no longer the original Chao'en Temple, and he can't go back to this place.

After standing still for a while, he suddenly knelt down in front of the Buddha statue and kowtowed respectfully three times.

When everyone looked at him in amazement, he had already stood up and left.

The monk in the temple who was beating the wooden fish opened his eyes as if he had been sensed, and looked at the back of the person who was fading away.

"Senior brother, that person seems to be Xiao He",

"Amitabha, the Bodhisattva of Contemplation, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all sufferings and sufferings......",

The chant drowned the red dust, and the figure was drowned in the red dust.

Suddenly there was a light rain in the sky, but the Bodhi Street in the north of Chao'en Temple did not have the artistic conception of "the light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as crisp", and there was a longing for "spring rain is as expensive as oil", although the name was "Bodhi", but the people living in this street were the poorest people in the locality, and some of the houses were really deserted and ruthless, and even the beggars were not willing to stay here longer.

Why don't you find an eaves at random, lean against the cold wall, wipe the water stains on the scabbard with your sleeve and sit cross-legged, put the iron sword horizontally on your lap, one-handed luck, running Xuangong, and a faint breath circulated outside his body.

The chill in his body was gradually dispelled, but the circulating force was difficult to return to perfection, his cultivation was close to the transformation realm, but the last level was firmly stuck there, no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to break through, but there was a domineering energy wandering in the dantian, that was the strength of swallowing Wu Gong, after killing Cao Yunjiao, he was already the only one in the world who practiced swallowing Wu Gong, no one could restrain him anymore, but he couldn't rest assured that he could practice this exercise boldly.

He knew that once there was no suppression of his own Hongchen Mental Method, Swallowing Wu Gong would definitely gain the upper hand and devour all the spiritual power in his body, although for him it was just abandoning the Hongchen Mental Method, and from now on only Swallowing Wu Gong, but his mind would inevitably be affected, Cao Yunjiao was a lesson from the past, like those famous murderers, Swallowing Wu Gong has always been to control people and not by others.

There is no big problem in a short period of time, the foundation of his Hongchen mental method is very solid, no matter how domineering Wu Gong is, it is impossible for the dove to occupy the magpie's nest in a short period of time, but the sword technique is precarious.

The bleak words are right, there are some flaws that cannot be made up by hard work and perseverance, although he has become accustomed to the dark world, and has learned to listen to the voice, but his body cannot coordinate his sword is not as fast and accurate as before, and as a swordsman who is known for his fast sword, this regression has seriously damaged his vitality, and once the opponent creates a noise, it is equivalent to announcing his death.

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There was a sound of footsteps, and more than one person came, and one of them complained: "This ghost weather, it rains when it says it's raining",

Another human: "Haven't you heard that the spring rain in Jiangnan is as expensive as oil, let's be lucky",

"Heh, if you can sit in the Yunlai Restaurant and drink the latest white dew tea to enjoy the rain, then the spring rain is as expensive as oil, what is it to this place where birds don't?"

"Hey, aren't the restaurants and inns here all full? Because the master of Xiaolu Pavilion has returned to the Red Dust Sword Pavilion, in a few days the Red Dust Sword Pavilion will officially recruit disciples, and the sects near and far have sent people to give gifts, and it is the only way to go to Kunpeng Ridge from the west, so the inn here has been fully booked three days ago, let's avoid the rain here for a while, and wait for the rain to stop and then go to the front to have a look."

"Phew, what little Lu Pavilion Master, that Lu Hong just ran a little faster, and he is as famous as the God of Wealth Pavilion Master and the Ancient Sage, and he is still a treasure in the Red Mansion of the Sword",

The people who came didn't seem to have a good impression of Lu Hong.

"Let's just talk about this kind of thing in private, we are also going to the Red Dust Sword Pavilion to give gifts this time, although the events of the day have disgraced the master, but it is not all the fault of worshipping the sword and the Red Mansion, besides, now that Lu Hong is famous, even the door master and the elders want to mend the relationship with him, can we be an errand boy with him?",

"Hmph, it's still strange to blame that kid named He Busi, if it weren't for him, our Northern Six Sects wouldn't have fallen into this field",

"Don't talk about these bad things, this little brother is also a fallen person at the end of the world, and we are also here to hide from the rain",

The group had reached the eaves while talking, several people took off their robes and shook the water droplets on it, a short and fat young man glanced at He Busi curiously, from his iron sword to his empty sleeves, and then to his cold side face, frowned, pointed at him and said, "You... Why don't you think?",

Everyone turned back one after another when they heard this, several of them had participated in Yuan Chungang's millennium birthday banquet, and they had a deep memory of He Busi's appearance, and immediately said: "No... That's right, it's him, he's why not think",

"Hahaha, it's really the reincarnation of heaven, the retribution is not happy, the famous why not think about He Daxia betrayed the master, failed to eat fragrant in the sword washing glacier, drank spicy, but fell into hiding from the rain in this alley like us, tsk, tsk, the hand is broken, the eye is blind, it's really pitiful, you say, a cripple with a broken hand and a blind eye, can he still hold the sword?",

"Hahaha, only he knows this",

"Didn't his hand be broken a long time ago, or was cut off by Wen Ziliang, it didn't take long to learn the swordsmanship of the left-handed sword and the sword washing glacier, although I don't know if it's in vain, but I heard that there are still two strokes, and now I'm blind, maybe I can learn a blind man's swordsmanship or something",

"Aha, what is the blind man's swordsmanship? Come on, surnamed He, stand up and brush a set for the gentlemen to see",

......

The unbridled ridicule spread in the rain, and every word reached He Busi's ears.