Ning Que looked at him quietly, without the slightest fear.

After a long time, the butcher put the knife back on the board, but his hand did not leave the hilt.

He said: "I don't care if you kill people, but I care about eternity, you and anyone in the academy, don't enter Xiling again, otherwise I will kill people too." ”

Ning Que said: "I've already come in, how can you kill me?"

The butcher didn't answer, but the hand holding the knife tightened for two points.

The knife in his hand is the answer, the knife is as heavy as a mountain, sharp as the wind, from the very beginning of human history to the end, it is the most terrifying knife.

It's like the green steel sword that Ke Haoran once carried upside down.

Ning Que's expression gradually became solemn, and his right hand did not reach behind him to hold the handle of the iron knife.

His iron knife was powerful, but it was still too far from the knife in the butcher's hand.

"I can't beat you, but it's hard for you to catch up with me. ”

After Ning Que said this, he turned around and led the big black horse out of the butcher shop.

The butcher stood behind the board in the shop, quietly looking at his back, his eyes like a knife.

As soon as Ning Que gets closer to the direction of Taoshan, his gaze will be sharper, and if Ning Que is far away from the direction of Taoshan, his gaze will be calmer, like an old knife slowly entering the sheath.

Under the gaze of this gaze, Ning Que walked out of the town.

He looked back, only to see that under the blue sky and white clouds, there were several temples between the peaks, and in the bitter summer town, the butcher shop was as before, and he couldn't help but be silent and thought for a long time.

He was no match for the butcher, and he didn't know if anyone in the academy could beat him.

The butcher guarded at the foot of the peach mountain, and the Tang cavalry could not enter the mountain, and the people of the academy could not enter the mountain.

Ning Que made a special trip here today to see if there was a peaceful solution, but unfortunately the butcher firmly stated his attitude, so the academy had to think of other methods.

Only one person, or one person, can change this qiē.

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Around the Xiling Divine Kingdom, there are the Southern Jin Dynasty, and then the big river is the big river in the south, and there are many small countries in the east, and the Song border is the Song Dynasty, and the Qi border is Qi, and the countries are gathering armaments for war.

At the end of summer, Ning Que left the Xiling Divine Kingdom, not to the Great River, but to the East, Song, Qi, Liang, and Chen Kingdoms, and there were constantly priests dying, and the momentum of the coalition army was greatly defeated.

Just when the Xiling Temple finally reacted and sent a large number of strong people to try to snipe, or at least temporarily trap Ning Que, no one thought that he had quietly come to Washan.

The town in front of Washan is still like a few years ago, the people still rely on the stone carved Buddha to make a living, the Yu Lan Festival has long been gone, and the incense of the Rotten Ke Temple has long been not as good as it was back then, but fortunately, the countless exquisite stones that fell after the collapse of the Buddha statue are enough to carve for hundreds of years.

In the early morning, a rain fell around Washan, and the sea breeze made the top of the mountain cooler than the inland, so it was still summer, but it had a bit of an autumn feeling.

"It's like back then. ”

Ning Que stood in front of the remnants of the stone statue of the Buddha, looking at the mountain path between the green mountains, the looming temple behind the forest, and the boulders full of mountains and valleys, and said: "It seems that two words are good, imitating the statue of the Buddha, but it is not real after all." ”

The monk stood beside him, put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name, and sighed, "Then what is real?"

Ning Que turned to look at him and said, "The Southern Jin Dynasty will be decided, Yan Guo doesn't have to worry about it for the time being, the temple can't even win the big river, do you think the Daomen can still turn the tables? ”

The sea monk was silent for a moment and said, "Don't you think it's strange. ”

Ning Que didn't answer this question directly, the slightly cool rain fell on his face, washed away all his expressions, and said: "When you go to Xiling, you will also go to the Rotten Ke Temple, and it will be better to share the spoils." ”

The monk said: "The academy is destroying the Buddha...... We are disciples of the Buddha. ”

Ning Que said: "Wrong, the second senior brother destroyed the Buddha country, not the Buddha. ”

Guanhai monk said: "My Buddha is merciful, too many people have died, and you have killed too many people. ”

Ning Que turned to look at him and said: "Wrong, your Buddha has never been compassionate, he has universalized sentient beings, taught them to learn Buddhism, and in the end all he cultivates is a smaller world of bliss, all he wants is to spend the eternal night, and even pursue more, more than eternity, how about the world, how did the Buddha really care?"

Guanhai monk said: "According to what you say, then what are we cultivating for decades practicing Buddha?

Ning Que said: "Buddhist scriptures, not all of them are written by Buddha, Master Qishan taught me to read them, and you have also read them. ”

The sea monk was silent.

Ning Que said again: "You are a Buddha, I am also a Buddha, everyone in the world becomes a Buddha, just like Ye Su said in the Protestant canon but did not explain, everyone is Haotian, then the world is naturally a Buddha country, but also a kingdom of God." ”

Guanhai Monk sighed with emotion, looked at his pale and thin cheeks, and said, "What about you? If you continue to kill like this, you won't be able to last too long." ”

In the ruins of the Buddha statue, there are some wild flowers, the flowers are yellow, very similar to the flower back then.

Ning Que looked at the flower, looked at the mountain road hidden in the mountain forest, and thought about the words that Sang Sang had said in that Zen courtyard, squinting slightly, unable to tell whether it was joy or sadness.

He does not hesitate to lose the realm and longevity, running thousands of miles in the world, constantly killing people, and also looking for people, just like the butcher said, he is not as fast as the Lord and the drunkard, but he feels that he knows her mind, knows the past she cherishes most in the world, so even if he can't perceive her specific location now, there is always the possibility of finding her, for example, it is possible that she lives in the Zen monastery in Washan, isn't it?

It's a pity she's not there.

He said, "If you can last as long as you can." ”

The monk said, "Kill to prove the Tao?"

Ning Que shook his head and said: "This statement is too hypocritical, and too perverted, only people like Liansheng can do it, although the people I have killed and will kill will not be less than Liansheng, I am not less evil than him, but the idea is still different, what will happen in this world, I don't know, I don't take the initiative to let the world destroy Miè any idea, I'm just making some preparations." ”

The sea monk sighed: "It seems that you also feel that something is wrong. ”

This is the second time he has mentioned it.

Tang Guohe Academy's victory seemed to be established by Ning Que running thousands of miles to kill people, but in fact, it was the general trend, he just used this terrifying way to speed up the whole process.

Daomen has ruled this world for countless years, and the Xiling Temple has unimaginable resources, and logically speaking, at least it will not be defeated so quickly, and the reason why this is so is all due to ...... Ye Su's death.

Because of Ye Su's death, Protestantism grew vigorously like a weed after a spring rain, and Yan zhòng shook the foundation of Daomen's rule, because of Ye Su's death, the Xiling Temple was divided, and civil strife and strife were endless.

It seems that it is just an irrational decision of the viewer.

But will the Spectator make an irrational decision?

No matter how irrational people are, they don't think so.

Guanhai Monk wouldn't think so, neither would Ning Que, he had even vaguely guessed the truth of the matter, but he had no way, only to passively respond to the chess pieces - guessing the idea of the Guanzhu didn't mean that he could see through his layout, Ning Que could only use the simplest response to solve the complicated situation.

The simplest thing is life and death, and the sword is separated by two worlds.

He only hopes that his speed is fast enough, and that the world has changed before the Lord succeeds, and then at that time, even if the Lord succeeds, it may become meaningless.

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There are many people who want to change the world. Master, Buddha, Ke Haoran, Lotus Sheng, they have all made such attempts, or failed, or are still on the way, people like drunkards and butchers don't want to change in the world, which in itself is also an influence or change, all the premise is that these people are strong.

Some people may not be as unfathomable as a butcher in terms of realm cultivation or strength, but they can also change the world, because they have an unfathomable and powerful will.

In the depths of the Far Western Wilderness, the dark underground world that has been surrounded by that cliff prison wall for countless thousands of years has been completely transformed by one person, and the wildfire that burns the plains has illuminated the heavens and the earth and the giant peaks of Prajna, and also pointed the way.

Several years of uprising and war have completely changed the order of the underground Buddhist country, especially in the early summer, the reinforcements of the right tent royal court were secretly attacked by a Tang army that quietly came out of the green ridge, and the heavy grain and grass were lost, and since then, no one has been able to change the outcome of this war.

Among the huge peaks that were lonely from the bottom of the sinkhole, there were already beacons everywhere, and many of the yellow temples hidden in the green forests had been swallowed by the flames, and there were many burn scars in those continuous forests, and the Dao trees did not exist, and countless mountain roads were exposed in the field of vision, as if countless threads were trying to stitch something together in vain.

At the front of the mountain road, Jun Mo held an iron sword in his hand, looking at Qi Nian, who was already seriously injured, there was no expression on his face, the clothes he wore in the past were destroyed in the battle, and he didn't know where to pick up a monk's robe, his newborn hair was still gray, so it didn't grow, and the hair stubble was extremely short, reflecting the fire in the distance, like a Buddha.

Under a Bodhi tree not far away, Master Huang Yang has closed his eyes and passed away, as a Tang man, he doesn't know how to deal with himself between the academy and the Buddha country, and after several years of hard thinking, I don't know if he has come up with an answer in the end, but no one is qualified to say that this is an escape, or it should be understood as liberation.

Qi Nian was covered in blood, his robe was torn, and his expression was extremely haggard, he pointed to the wildfires all over the mountain, pointed to the temples that were gradually turning into ashes, and said: "Killing people and destroying Buddhas is the principle of the academy?"

Jun Mo said: "Destroying the Buddha is my truth. ”

Qi Nian said: "I once heard that there is a saying in the academy that it is the truth to save zài. ”

Jun Mo said: "The little junior brother's words are extremely wrong. ”

Qi Nian said slightly: "Mr. He really can't reason. ”

Jun Mo's expression remained unchanged, and he said: "Because I have a reason, you naturally can't talk about me if you are reasonable." ”

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