On the top of a small hill in the distance, a little monk Wenxiu wearing a plain monk's robe is holding a prayer bead and reciting the Heart Sutra over and over again, praying for the blessing of the master and his disciples.

It's true that he's not very old, but that doesn't mean he's not sensible. Whether it was the solemn face of the teacher at this time, or the fact that after receiving Lin Mu's junior brother, he let himself leave quickly, it proved that today is a situation of nine deaths and one life.

As the saying goes, useless is a scholar, not a scholar, but not much better than a scholar. When the butcher's knife falls, it doesn't matter if you're a profound Dharma person or not.

The tide rose on the Qiantang River, and the Buddha in front of the priest appeared, and tears continued to flow down the cheeks of the little monk.

The abbot had taught that the Master of the Unprecepted Master did have the qualifications to achieve the Arhat Fruit Position, but he was too concerned and easily embarrassed. And now the Buddha's light has appeared, proving that his master has a will to die, so that he can let go of the worldly fetters in his heart.

On the battlefield, those who don't want to die may not be able to save their lives, but if they have the will to die, they will definitely die here.

Opening the package, the brocade robe from the Hanging Temple was stacked neatly, and Wenxiu held it with both hands and buried his head in it.

I saw my shoulders shrug, but I didn't hear any sound.

In this way, the great suffering is silent.

When the little monk raised his head, except for the tears in the corners of his eyes, he had already put on another face, no sorrow, no fear, no dreams, no love, no hatred.

After taking the robe and draping it on his body, Wen Xiu sat here, closed his eyes intently, and began to recite the "Dizang Sutra".

However, the number of times he misremembered the prayer beads in his hand several times still showed that his heart was not as calm as his face.

Wen Xiu opened her eyes, obviously she was still a delicate teenager, but her eyes were full of vicissitudes, her thoughts were far away, and the pain hit as promised.

"Why did the master show so much interest in this Hanging Temple?"

"I heard that in this hanging temple, there is an excellent opportunity, for the teacher wants to fight for you, if you can't see you put on a robe in this life, it will be a pity after all. ”

Master, the apprentice has put on his robe, but he can no longer listen to the teachings under your knees.

Is the suffering of the world too much life and death?

People in the world may be free from pain and regret?

When the apprentice comes to the world, he will become the pride of the master.

Pulling his eyes back to the battlefield, Lin Mujing stood silently in front of the unprecepted mage with a strong treasure.

A little farther away, the sergeants who had originally charged towards reined in their horses, dismounted and bowed down reverently.

It stands to reason that they are accustomed to battlefield battles and have long been trained in iron and stone hearts, but in front of the unprecepted mages who have no deserve to be in their lives, they are still involuntarily infected by their noble personality.

After this incident, I don't know how many more people will believe in the teachings of Buddhism, and since then they have eaten fasting and recited Buddha, but they have done good deeds.

The long knife in the hand of the unprecepted mage had already fallen to the ground, turning back to knowing his fate, but for some reason, Lin Mu had the idea that he was not worthy of holding them.

The cavalry had no intention of pursuing, and it seemed that today's crisis would only end here, but Lin Mu not only did not have the pleasure of escaping death in his heart, but the taste was difficult to understand.

The little maid walked behind Lin Mu and gently hugged her son-in-law, wanting to send a trace of warmth to his son's helpless heart.

After saving the little maid, the unprecepted master achieved the Arhat fruit position, the plan to lure the enemy was successfully completed, and he escaped with his life, it seems that he should be happy.

Suddenly, a black-clothed masked swordsman came out of the ground, and the long sword in his hand went straight to Lin Mu.

As soon as Gan Lin moved, he first separated the long sword, and then casually poked forward, ending the life of the visitor.

The Faceless Crowd was about to uncover the black cloth covering this man's face, but they listened to Lin Mu's tired words.

"You don't have to care who this person is, you don't have to think about it to know that it's a person in the sect, and most of them are familiar with me. Today's business is not over. ”

As if to confirm Lin Mu's words, many masters of the rivers and lakes surrounded and killed, including many black-clothed and masked people.

Death and life are trivial matters, Lin Mu At this time, there was a knot in his chest, and he urgently needed to be soothed.

The little maid had never seen her son-in-law practice such a wide open and closed swordsmanship, or rather, this was not a swordsmanship at all, but Lin Mu used the Gan Lin in his hand as a long knife.

Flesh and blood flying, Lin Mu is more like a tireless killing machine at this time, he only knows how to wave the long sword in his hand mechanically and cut the lives of the people in the rivers and lakes.

In the end, it is still a doll who is not deeply involved in the world, and there are many hole cards, and the enemy is the most taboo but calm head.

What kind of demon sect young master, a genius boy, is just a traitor! The so-called Lin Sect Master, who attaches equal importance to grace and power, will not be more than a dry bone in the grave in the future!

Seeing the timing, he slashed at Lin Mu with a knife, and the big knife was in response, and under the man's face scarf, he also showed a crazy smile.

There was indeed someone who died, but it was not Lin Mu, but a woman in black wearing a mask.

And his target at this time has already pierced the long sword into his heart, and the two of them touched each other shoulder to shoulder like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

"I don't know which hall master is here, Huairen is far away, I hope you don't be surprised. ”

Drawing out the long sword, this Earth Demon Star Hall Master could only fall to the ground unwillingly, and die here.

Lin Mu is not a god, and more and more people in the rivers and lakes will always drown him. It's just that before it is submerged, it is necessary to clean up a few more garbage for this martial arts.

Every time he was ventilated, there would be a faceless crowd in front of Lin Mu, buying him time to ventilate.

There were piles of corpses around him, not only the people in the rivers and lakes who were killed by Lin Mu and the Faceless People, but also the Faceless People who died for Lin Mu.

After coming and going, there was only one little maid left by Lin Mu's side, and at this time, Lin Mu's physical strength was close to the limit, and today, he still couldn't escape from here.

Sleeping in the same cave is barely a good result.

The Heavenly Confucian Saint naturally noticed Lin Mu's predicament at this time, but he didn't mean to lend a hand.

The relationship between himself and this young man began when he met many years ago during a study tour, and on his chest, a benevolent character was written. Dragging this old Taoist priest today can be regarded as the end of the old cause and effect.

If he deserves to die here, then he can only sigh secretly, in vain.

This time to breathe, the most fierce attack was a monk holding a tin staff, even if he changed his breath, Lin Mu was afraid that he would not be able to withstand this attack.

But the little maid still stood in front of Lin Mu without hesitation, her eyes always stayed on Lin Mu, it was the last moment of her life, and she didn't forget to give him a sweet smile.

Lin Mu couldn't help but muttered in his heart, stupid girl, she couldn't live together, but she asked to die together.

The tin staff smashed the back of the little girl's head, and Yan Bing fell to the ground, soaked in blood, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead. And this sky-wide offensive is coming towards him.

Lin Mu used all his strength to swing this last sword, and before closing his eyes, he muttered something in his mouth.

"Fuck the Hanging Temple, isn't this nothing changed?"

All kinds of blades and hidden weapons were in the air, and Lin Mu, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, turned into colorful butterflies and scattered everywhere...