In the west of the world, there is a temple with a plaque of "jagged".

A monk sits cross-legged, holding a bead and reciting the Dharma.

After a while, the monk was sweating profusely, and the Buddhist beads in his hands were scattered all over the ground, he opened his eyes, looked to the north, and sighed heavily, "Why couldn't you save it before!

There was a Confucian scholar and a long-eyebrow Taoist next to him who were talking, seeing that the Confucian had a slight upper hand, and was about to win the Taoist, hearing the monk's words, the Taoist suddenly laughed and said: "Isn't it impossible to figure it out, the golden light mantra is originally to summon gods and impeach ghosts, subdue demons and suppress demons, why can it also kill ordinary people?"

It was the turn of the Confucian scholar to fall into the son, he had already found the death hole of the Taoist priest, and he was just about to fall into the son, but he was disturbed by this sentence.

The heart lake was covered with dust, and the Confucian swallowed his saliva, refusing to let go.

The Taoist who was about to turn defeat into victory had a smile on his face, and he and the monk "looked" to the north, the Taiping County that had become a ruin.

A moment later.

The Confucian already knew the answer in his heart, closed his eyes and gently put the chess pieces into an innocuous position, handed over the victory to others, and sighed: "With the power of the white dragon, eliminate the body, strip the soul, get angry, gather 100,000 resentful spirits, it is against the sky, the Taoist doppelganger makes the golden light spell, and uses the original god instead of the real body to bear the karma, and kills the 'resentful spirit', which is to follow the sky, a good 'hide from the sky and cross the sea', the Taoist chess skills are superb, and Zhuge Yi is ashamed of himself." ”

After hearing this, the long-eyebrow Taoist smiled and took back the Yuan Shen clone placed in the sky above Taiping County, this Yuan Shen clone had been in Taiping County for three months, and everything that should be done had already been done.

A white rainbow swept through the sky, fell from the sky, and fell into the jagged temple, and the long-eyebrow Taoist returned to the original god.

After the mind was one, the Taoist stood up, but ignored Zhuge Yi, but looked at the monk who had returned in vain: "There is something unclear about the poor road, and I ask the master to solve the doubts." ”

The monk tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said as calmly as possible: "If there is a fart, let it go!"

Changmei Daoren didn't laugh angrily, and asked: "Mr. Zhuge said that the smaller the chessboard, the more difficult it is to show his fists and feet, if the chessboard is infinitely large, his chances of winning are infinite, and now inside and outside the chessboard, there are poor ways to win, so the question is, in the case that both me and him know the opponent's chess strength, but we both want the other party to win, is the loser winning, or the winner wins?"

As soon as the words fell, a picture scroll flew out of the sleeve of the long-eyebrow Taoist and landed directly at the monk's feet.

When the monk saw this, the Buddha's heart was in turmoil, and he quickly closed his eyes, "Amitabha." ”

The long-eyebrow Taoist laughed, and the Confucian man hung his head in frustration.

It is a portrait of a woman.

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In a cave blessed land, an old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled, and after listening to the words of the three of them, he left a question for the disciple next to him: "Ah Kuan, which do you think is more difficult to kill or save people?"

Xiao Daotong shook his head, thought for a while, and replied in a low voice: "It should be more difficult to save people, the murderer only needs to destroy, but the rescuer has to protect him and deal with the murderer at the same time, the difficulty is self-evident." ”

The old Taoist was not in a hurry to break it, and asked again: "If the rescuer wins, the rescuer needs to choose between the killer with the blade or the murderer, which is more difficult?"

Xiao Daotong held his breath and condensed, and muttered: "I think it should be more difficult to let that person go, after all, the mud bodhisattva still has three points of fire, who is willing to let go of the enemy." ”

Hearing this, the old Taoist smiled and said, "Indeed, forgiveness requires more courage than killing. ”

Xiao Daotong was just about to be complacent, feeling that he had answered two questions correctly in a row, and the master would definitely praise himself, but he never thought that the old Taoist said again: "Since it is more difficult to release people, then the rescued person should choose to kill the enemy, and at this time, the rescued person will become a murderer, and the roles are reversed, and from beginning to end, only the one who saves people is still the one who saves people, and does not forget the original intention." Since it is more difficult to save people than to kill people, and the final outcome of saving people will not change, and someone will always die, will this 'rescuer' still appear, and should 'he' appear? If it were you, would you be willing to go to great lengths to be the 'rescuer' who is doomed to return in vain?"

Xiaodao Tong was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that Master's step-by-step persuasion would lead the question to an unsolvable question, which went around and around, but it was just the word "cause and effect", but how could he explain and distinguish the matter of "cause and effect"?

The old Taoist didn't urge the apprentice to answer, but just muttered: "All living beings have a question, but unfortunately they can't get an answer." ”

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A group of four people who came all the way from Taiping County were refreshed after staying overnight in the ground word room.

Even the three "big men" who were laying on the floor slept soundly, but in the past three months, they had been walking all the way, and several of them had long been exhausted and physically and mentally tired.

Don't say that the three young people who have not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, even Song Jingshan, who has already cultivated in the Three Realms, has a headache, but fortunately, with the short dagger and the customs clearance document along the way, the four of them have been unimpeded along the way, except for a little trouble at the Roller Pass.

At least on the surface.

Early in the morning, Li Huairen couldn't wait to go to the academy.

Song Jingshan shook his head and said that the four of them still needed to delay in the city for another day, and they had to do enough to do the show.

He took the three teenagers and girls to the most prosperous street in the capital, bought a string of sugar gourds for the young master, the scholar, and the young lady, and then strode in front and let the three young people behind him talk about them.

The shirtless man turned his head and said, "Today I will take a few of you to walk around the street, buy some rare things and come back, and in a while, we will go to Nalu Lake to enjoy the lanterns, and tomorrow morning, I will send you to the academy." ”

The scholar patted his young master's shoulder and whispered: "Young master, I think Brother Song is right, we might as well visit this capital first, I heard that there are people performing tricks all year round in Luhu Long Street, and they are broken boulders in their chests, and they step on the blade barefoot. ”

Hearing the trick, breaking a boulder on his chest, and stepping on the blade barefoot, Li Huairen's eyes lit up, but the back of the "competition to recruit relatives" and "throw yourself into your arms", the young master of the Li family was not interested, he glanced at the scholar suspiciously, and asked: "Zijin, shouldn't you kid see a girl, and your heart is budding?"

The scholar smiled dumbly, quickly waved his hand, and said: "The young master is wrong, who can look down on me as a little scholar among the ladies in the capital." ”

Li Huairen pursed his lips: "Yes, after all, following me as a dignified young master all day long, those girls won't notice you, it doesn't matter, since you follow me Li Huairen, the young master will naturally not treat you badly." ”

After that, Li Huairen said something close to the scholar's ear, making Li Zijin's little face flush.

Love is not taught in the book.

The girl Lu Zhixing frowned, and when she saw Li Huairen's expression, she knew that it was not a good word, so she snorted coldly, walked quickly to the front, and walked side by side with Song Jingshan, who led the way.

Li Zijin secretly glanced at the girl's back and didn't say a word.

It's just because my young master said, "I think that the sharp-toothed Lu family girl is not bad, it's better for the young master to marry her to you, don't worry, how can this young master say that he is also the son of the county guard, such a little power is still there." ”

It's just that after Li Huairen said the words "son of the county guard", a trace of imperceptible loneliness flashed in his eyes.

Song Jingshan was curious and puzzled along the way, how did he think the two teenagers of the Li family could hold back and remain silent?

The family died overnight, the hometown was in ruins, and the two teenagers were stunned as if they were nothing, eating and drinking, and there was no appearance of a lost dog.

My own lady has cried a lot along the way, sometimes the young lady's eyes are swollen with crying, and she can't be persuaded no matter how she persuades her, but the Li family scholar said a few words, and I don't know how to make the young lady laugh.

In fact, Li Huairen said very early on that Li Zijin had no conscience, gave him his name, and buried the old man and wife he raised in the fire, but Li Zijin did not shed a single tear.

The scholar asked rhetorically: "If you cry bitterly, if you cry bitterly, will the old lady come back?" If so, then I can kneel at the gate of Taiping Pass and cry for them, whether I kneel or break my knees, cry until there is not a single extra tear to flow, as long as they can come back, it doesn't matter." If not, please ask the young master to clean up these momentary meaningless sorrows and enter Beijing with me. ”

At that time, there was another sentence that the scholar did not say.

If you want to go to Qionglou, don't worry, there will be a period when the flowers are killed.

When the sword entered the Ten Realms, it was the day when I asked the sword Kunlun Mountain.