In the past few days, Xu Changan felt that the people around him were strange.

The brothers in the outer mountains hated him inexplicably, and Chen Cheng's eyes were full of disgust when he looked at him, even the cripple looked at him strangely.

Except, of course, for Xiaobai.

However, Xiaobai is more sticky than before, and in the past, when Xu Changan slept, Xiaobai would only lie aside and sleep. And now, whether sleeping or going to the toilet, Xiaobai is lying on top of his head.

Of course, if it's just him feeling that, it's probably too much pressure.

After all, a week later will be the assessment of the inner disciples. A month later, it was the Seven Peaks Competition.

The heads and outstanding disciples of the other five sects will come to Shushan together.

Fortunately, since learning Xiaobai's exercises, although Xu Changan has to experience pain every day, the effect is quite significant.

It's only been half a month, and he's already cleared twenty-three tricks.

And the cripple also changed from letting him fetch water and chop wood to laundry and cooking. Although the iron on his body is a lot heavier, laundry and cooking are always easier than carrying water and chopping wood, Xu Changan often comforts himself like this.

The lame man looked at Xu Changan like a landlord looking at his own stupid son, and his eyes were full of love.

If it weren't for the cripple who would want to kick him twice from time to time, I guess he would really think that the sun was coming out in the east.

Jia Qiwen is recognized as the most kind person among the outer disciples of this class, he was originally a down-and-out talent, in this dynasty, both Shinong and Gongshang respected scholars. So there is no conflict of interests or components with everyone, and it is not bad to be a person, and it is good to have a good relationship with the disciples.

But during the day, Xu Changan didn't pay attention to touching him, and Jia Qiwen was furious.

When a kind person is "bullied", public opinion is usually on his side.

Xu Changan fled back to the library with insults on his back.

Looking at the grizzled Xu Changan, the lame man asked cautiously, "Are you going to clear the twenty-fourth level?"

Xu Changan carefully felt the flow of mana in his body, and estimated that there were still a few days. After the lame man learned the news, he seemed to be relieved and limped to prepare the medicinal herbs.

"By the way, don't practice for the time being these days, remember to control it and take off the iron plate on your body. ”

Xu Changan was puzzled for a while, but he still did it.

"The stone leaf grass and burial flowers that I have treasured for many years should be able to help Xu Xiaozi get through this difficult time, right?" The cripple carefully took out a stone from the brocade box, but the gray-brown stone was as soft as grass. There is also a flower that looks like a snow lotus, the petals are thick and full, and there are wisps of light flowing, showing his extraordinary, probably the only difference is that this flower exudes a dark aura and is completely black, like something that can only exist in the legend of the netherworld.

This burial flower was still bent by the master on his back, step by step through the heavy snow to the snow country.

At that time, he didn't know what the use of this burial flower was, and he didn't understand why the master had to carry him step by step into the snow country.

As the name suggests, this burial flower is to bury the vitality, but it buries the vitality of those ownerless gods.

At the beginning, because of various coincidences, the burial flowers were not used, so the old god emperor ran out with the help of his body. The same mistakes and painful lame people don't want to see in Xu Changan's body.

What Xu Changan didn't expect was that Jia Qiwen was injured, and when Xu Changan went to see Jia Qiwen, the wound on his arm had been sewn up, and it looked like a huge centipede lying on his arm.

The brothers didn't know why Jia Qiwen was injured, and he kept silent, but the brothers seemed to see something in Jia Qiwen's eyes when he looked at Xu Changan.

The thing in that gaze is called hatred and forbearance.

At the end of the course, Xu Changan returned to the dining room and the library to pass through a long road, the roadside was full of tall trees, and the forest was quite dense.

Xu Changan walked to the side of the road, his ears were buzzing, and he heard the sound of danger.

Jia Qiwen led a group of people out of the woods on the side, all wearing hats woven from grass-green branches. I think it took a lot of effort to hide it.

Xu Changan frowned and asked, "What are you doing?" he asked as he stepped back.

A group of people couldn't help but say, and they surrounded them, holding wooden swords.

Xu Changan took off the iron plate, and his body was as light as a swallow. But dozens of people are holding wooden swords, and their sword qi is horizontal, how can they be their opponents.

The group of people was like crazy, and Xu Changan's blood stained his clothes red.

"Enough, if you fight again, you'll die!" Hearing someone say coldly, Xu Changan took advantage of the last sobriety to struggle to see the person who spoke clearly, holding his sword, leaning against Shen Wan by the tree.

When Xu Changan woke up, he found that he was still on the trail.

However, the breeze and the moon are bright, the stars are mottled, and there is no figure of that group of people.

There was only a bald monk in front of him, dressed in simple monk's robes and carrying a hat.

Xu Chang'an was able to recognize him as a monk entirely because of his clothes, the Buddhist beads he was hanging, and the posture of folding his hands.

"Who are you?" Xu Changan clearly remembered that he was injured, and looked at his body several times to confirm, and it seemed that all the injuries were healed.

The little monk bowed slightly to Xu Changan.

"The little monk came to thank the donor. ”

"Why thank me?"

The little monk still didn't raise his head, but his voice came: "When the donor was seven years old, he broke a big Buddha and let me out. ”

Xu Changan carefully recalled that when he was a child, he seemed to have really broken a Buddha statue in a broken temple.

"How can it be a monk who is rescued by breaking the Buddha statue?" All the storytellers only said that the Buddha can seal evil spirits, but did not say that the Buddha also seals the little monk.

"Because the Buddha is also me. ”

Xu Changan didn't want to dwell on this issue.

"Then why did you come to me?"

The little monk bowed again and said, "After the little monk escaped from the cage, he has always wanted to repay the benefactor. In the end, the monk decided to accumulate merit for the benefactor. ”

"Oh, how to accumulate?"

"Crossing people. ”

"How to cross?"

The little monk's voice seemed to be emotionless: "Everyone in the world is suffering, but reincarnation is not suffering, so the little monk made a great merit and sent the world into reincarnation." ”

Xu Changan began to panic a little, he knew that the little monk in front of him who was bubbling black was talking about crossing people, and what he said about entering reincarnation, in the final analysis, was just murder.

"There is a butcher who is unfaithful to his wife, and the little monk crosses him; there is a scholar who is unrighteous to his friends, and the little monk also crosses; there is also a person who gambles indiscriminately and does not support his parents and is unfilial, and there is also a landlord and a little monk who oppresses tenant farmers and is unkind. ”

"Wherever he goes, he will be disloyal and unjust, and there are about hundreds of thousands of unkind and unfilial people, and he must have accumulated a lot of blessings for the benefactor. ”

Xu Changan stepped back step by step, and the little monk in front of him was more terrifying than the beasts in the mountains.

"The little monk came this time to invite the donor to travel with me. ”

Xu Changan stepped back again.

The little monk let out a rude laugh and approached Xu Changan step by step.

"Demon monk, get out!" Xu Changan shouted, but the little monk didn't know where to take out a ring knife, which seemed to be dripping with blood.

"Does the donor have any misunderstanding about the little monk?" the little monk took another step closer to Xu Changan.

Xu Changan stepped back step by step.

"There is no such thing in Buddhism. If you kill the butcher, how will his wife make a living? If you kill the scholar, then his friends will feel guilty; if you kill the landlord, how can those tenant farmers survive if they have no arable land? If you kill a gambler, who will support his old parents?"

Xu Changan retreated as he spoke, looking for an opportunity to escape from here.

The little monk thought seriously, thought for a while and said, "What you said makes sense, I should have taken their wives, friends, parents, and tenant farmers all over. ”

"Amitabha, everyone in the world is sinful. ”

Xu Changan didn't expect the little monk to say such a sentence. Still, he kept stepping back, looking for opportunities.

"Everyone in the world is guilty, but I am Dexin. ”

"Doesn't the donor want to see the little monk?"

Xu Changan looked at the little monk who was slowly approaching, there was no way to retreat, his back was against the big tree, and he could only stare at the little monk.

The moonlight was suddenly obscured by the clouds, and the little monk also took away the hat on his head.

The face is like a crown of jade, red lips, white skin, a face exactly like him!

"Donor, have you forgotten? You are me, and I am you!" The little monk's eyes flashed with a strange green light, and he raised the ring knife in his hand.

Xu Changan opened his eyes suddenly, only to see a sword no more than an inch from the center of his eyebrows, and the lame man held the hilt of the sword tightly and pulled the long sword out.