"Thank you, little brother. Ning Xiu opened his mouth and smiled.

"I see that little brother, you are not a local, if you are going to the Clan Capture Mountain, you should go again early tomorrow morning. At night, I still stayed in the inn and didn't go out, the town was not peaceful at night. ”

Although he was experiencing other people's history, Ke Ningxiu was not used to being a monk after all, so after going down the mountain, he did not wear monk's clothes, and even wore a hat on his head.

Tsing Yi saber has fulfilled his long-standing dream of rivers and lakes.

Therefore, the shopkeeper did not recognize his identity, and thought that he was just an ordinary passer-by.

Ning Xiu opened his mouth and asked, "Why is this?"

He instinctively thought that there was a demon at work, after all, he hadn't encountered this kind of thing once or twice along the way.

The shopkeeper looked around and made sure that no one was eavesdropping, so he whispered the truth of the matter.

There are no demons in the town, but bullies are in charge.

bullying the weak, forcing the good to become a prostitute, bullying men and women...... There is no shortage of such things anywhere.

He listened silently, memorized silently, and casually inquired about the names and addresses of these people, thinking that he would verify them later.

"Doesn't the government care?" Ning Xiu asked as he looked at the shopkeeper.

But as soon as I opened my mouth, I felt that I was really a little ridiculous to ask such a retarded question.

Sure enough, I saw that the shopkeeper said with a bitter mouth: "It's okay not to report to the official, once you report to the official, not only will you suffer more from the flesh and skin, but you will also have to pay double protection fees." ”

Bullies are so rampant but no one cares, and they have long colluded with the government.

Ning Xiu nodded, and when he looked up, he suddenly found a Buddha statue in the lobby of the inn, and he asked, "The innkeeper also believes in Buddhism on weekdays?"

"The people of the town believe in Buddhism and hope to be able to get out of the sea of suffering one day. The shopkeeper glanced back at the Buddha statue with the paint off, and his eyes revealed piety.

"But it hasn't changed over the years, has it?"

Ning Xiu smiled, picked up the wine glass in his hand, and said, "If you are seeking relief from troubles, then wine is better than Buddha, and wine is much faster." ”

"The guest officer is drunk. The shopkeeper's face showed displeasure and said.

Ning Xiu didn't care at all, stretched out his hand and flicked the long sword in his hand, and said to himself: "If you are trying to get out of the predicament, then the sword is also better than the Buddha, and the sword is much faster." ”

"Guest, you're drunk!"

"There are so many believers in the world, the Buddha is too busy to come, listen to me, it is better to believe in the Buddha than in yourself. Ning Xiu smiled, left some broken silver, got up and walked out.

If his master, Lingyou Zen Master, heard Ning Xiu's words, he would have to vomit blood in anger, he had devoted his life to transforming the world, and he, a disciple, was slandering the Buddha here.

But this is not to blame Ning Xiu, because he is not Fahai in the first place, and he has never believed in Buddhism.

In his impression, the Buddha is like this, the more things you have, the less he will help you.

The more you don't look for him, the more the Buddha comes to you, because you don't believe in him, he wants to come to save you.

Before Ning Xiu went down the mountain, he had told Lingyou Zen Master that the purpose of his practice was to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

And in his eyes, these scum scum scum are demons, man-eating demons.

On this night, the Buddha who the people in Zhenjiang Town had been looking forward to to save the suffering did not appear, but a murderous demon came.

When they woke up the next day, they saw that all the bullies in the town were lying in a pool of blood, and they all died overnight.

Everyone was cheering, thinking that after years of praying for Buddha, they had finally been answered.

Only the shopkeeper glanced back at the Buddha statue in the lobby after hearing the news.

The Buddha was still as usual, smiling lightly and silently.

He suddenly remembered what Ning Xiu said yesterday, walked to the counter, looked at the Buddha statue silently, and stretched out his hand.

The Buddha statue fell to the ground and shattered into countless small pieces.

There was the shopkeeper's angry scolding behind him, and the shopkeeper didn't realize it, only to see the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he walked out of the store.

......

"Is this the Clan Capture Mountain?" Ning Xiu muttered in a low voice as he looked at the desolate lonely mountain in front of him.

After he came to Zhenjiang, he felt a voice calling to him, and this voice came from the lonely mountain in front of him.

Ning Xiu knew in his heart that the world line was beginning to tighten again.

In the whole process, he can only change some of these details, but the general direction is irreversible after all.

"Zhenjiang, Zhenjiang, isn't Jinshan Temple right here in Zhenjiang?"

The corners of Ning Xiu's mouth raised slightly, and he didn't know when this story would end.

On this day, Ning Xiu settled down in the Clan Captive Mountain and began to practice.

Day after day, taking advantage of this gap, in addition to the Great Thunder Sound Technique, Ning Xiu even began to study the "Ink Pill Book" and the Thousand Illusions Dafa.

He discovered that Xuanguang Fantasy also had a wonderful use, that is, it could be used as a time house.

In fact, in ancient times, some great powers would create some similar illusions for their disciples to cultivate.

This method is sometimes used in the selection of priests in the Heavenly Palace.

A dream for ten years, or even a dream for a hundred years.

But since it's a dream, everything here is illusory at all.

"Compared to going to those parallel worlds, it is a real body to enter, and coming here should be your own soul, no, the soul is not counted, it should just be consciousness. Ning Xiu pondered.

This is the seventh year that he has entered the illusion realm, and although it is good to provide him with enough time to practice, he is still faintly worried that if this is a dream, he will continue to do this and never wake up.

"Hiss ......"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, pulling him back from his contemplation.

Ning Xiu followed the voice and looked up.

Then he saw a snake, a white snake.

The white snake glanced at Ning Xiu, turned around and crawled into the distance.

Although the white snake couldn't speak, he probably understood what it meant.

"Is this for me to follow it?"

Looking at the figure of the white snake gradually moving away, Ning Xiu hesitated for a moment, got up and followed.

The speed of the white snake is very fast, if it weren't for the great thunder sound breathing method of Ning Xiu now, his body would have already reached the point of transcendence, and I am afraid that he would not be able to keep up at all.

One man and one snake, walking farther and farther until they entered the depths of the dense forest in the mountains.

"Where are you taking me?" Ning Xiu asked loudly.

"Hiss!"

The white snake stopped, turned his head, and slowly raised his snake body until it was level with Ning Xiu's head.

The mouth is slightly open, spitting scarlet snake letters.

Ning Xiu looked up, his eyes met.

A man and a snake just stood there, no one moving, as if they were playing a game where whoever moves first loses.

A fresh breeze blew, and the wild grass on the ground swayed back and forth.

Then Ning Xiu was in the barren smoke and grass, and actually saw a ruined Buddha.