The boundless Tanggula Mountain, the vast sea of snow, the integration of heaven and earth, makes people unable to see the edge at a glance.

On the morning of the sixth day of the first lunar month, Jian Zhong, who had traveled through the hinterland of Tanggula Mountain for a whole day and night, carried the little monk to a narrow and steep valley.

This valley, extending more than 1,000 meters from north to south, is steep on both sides, towering into the clouds, and in the middle is a rugged mountain road covered by snow, about three zhang wide.

At this moment, the mountain wind is howling, the snow is shaking, and the icy cold is like a sword, piercing the muscles and bones, and it is heartwarming.

The little monk in the bamboo basket has long been awake, he does not cry or make trouble, does not shout or scream, although the water and rice have not entered for several days, but he is still in good spirits, full of spring breeze.

All night, he sat quietly in a bamboo basket, preoccupied, reciting scriptures silently, as if he was overspending the soul of the dead, as if he was washing away the sins of the filthy world.

"Little monk, are you really a reincarnated spirit child, a living Buddha in the world?" I don't know if it's boring, Jian Zhong actually took the initiative to talk to the little monk.

"There is no Buddha in the world, and the Buddha is at ease in his heart. The little monk replied secretly, "Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." ”

"What about becoming a Buddha?" Jian Zhong said contemptuously, "You are hailed as a living Buddha by the world, but you are still trapped in a bamboo basket by me. As a Buddha, if you can't escape even a small bamboo building, how can you jump out of the Three Realms and stay away from the Five Elements? How can you get out of the sea of suffering and ascend to the Six Realms?"

"What is the difference between me being in a bamboo basket and being in other places? However, listening to the benefactor's words, it is quite wise. The little monk replied, "If the little monk's expectation is good, the donor should have studied Buddhism in the past, and he has been deeply involved in Zen, and his fate is not shallow." ”

"Hmph!" the little monk's words made Jian Zhong's eyes suddenly fierce, and he said coldly, "The Buddha can't save people, what's the use of worshipping him?" When there is trouble at home, he still turns a blind eye and watches from the wall. You say, "What is the use of us worshipping such a Buddha?"

"We?" the little monk heard a hint from Jian Zhong's words, and muttered, "What the donor said seems to mean something else?"

"So what?" Jian Zhong snorted, "My family has been an official for generations, honest and clear, my mother has practiced every day, and I have been eating fasting and reciting Buddha for decades, but what can be the result? When I was framed by someone, where was the Buddha? When I was beheaded, where was the Buddha? Now that the deceased is gone, what kind of causal cycle do you say, there is a fixed number, it is simply nonsense, bullshit. In my opinion, you demon monks will only use evil words to confuse the people and deceive the world. ”

"Sins!" the little monk sighed, "There are many sorrows in this life, and I will practice early in the next life." It is precisely because of the compassion of our Buddha that I am willing to give everything to save the world, hoping that all sentient beings can get rid of the suffering of reincarnation as soon as possible and avoid the nightmare of life and death. The donor is obsessed, and the little monk is in pain. The little monk doesn't blame the donor for slandering the Buddha, but only blames himself for being incompetent, and he can't eliminate the resentment in your heart. ”

Jian Zhong scoffed at the little monk's compassion and sneered: "If it is really fate, as a living Buddha in Tibet, why does the heavens refuse to save you?

"There are no two ways to return to the Yuan, and there are many convenient doors. The little monk was not happy or sad, and replied lightly, "The little monk is destined to meet you and is destined to meet you." In your opinion, it was you who held the little monk hostage, but in the eyes of the little monk, it was me who turned into you. ”

"You ......"

"Amitabha!"

Before Jian Zhong could speak, an ethereal Buddha horn suddenly sounded in the secluded valley. Immediately afterwards, four purple-clothed lamas descended from the sky and blocked the way.

Jian Zhong's face sank, and he subconsciously took a half step back, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

"The poor monk Nian Xi, is the Jokhang Temple Lama, please put down the spirit child and go back with us to receive ordination and forgiveness. The purple-clothed lama at the head folded his hands and his posture was humble, looking quite polite.

"Jokhang Temple?" Jian Zhong frowned slightly, and after a little thought, he suddenly realized, and said contemptuously, "It is rumored that there is a group of purple-clothed masters in Jokhang Temple, which is comparable to the 'Dharma Academy' in Shaolin in the Central Plains. On weekdays, they live in a simple place, all of them are strong in martial arts, and they are deeply hidden. Judging by how you are dressed, it should be the purple-clothed master. ”

It's just a waste of fame, which makes the donor laugh. ”

"Wait a minute!" Jian Zhong's expression suddenly changed, and Xiang Nianxi asked, "You speak Chinese so fluently, could it be ...... Are you Han?"

"Yes. Nianxi nodded and said, "The poor monk was born in Yangzhou. ”

"Even if you are Han, why do you want to help them?" Jian Zhong asked, "Can't you see that I am also Han?"

"Whether it is Han or Tibetan, they are all disciples of Buddhism, how can they have a different heart?" Nian Xi said, "Although the donor is a Han Chinese, he is also proficient in Tibetan, and even knows a lot about Tibet. ”

Jian Zhong said with a smile: "I once served in the front of the army, and I was stationed in the Jinsha camp for three years, and I have long been accustomed to the major and minor affairs of the Tibetan tribes, so why is it difficult to speak Tibetan?"

"That is the case, the donor should know how important the reincarnated spirit child is to Tibet?" Nian Xi persuaded, "How dare the donor act against the sky and take the spirit child away without authorization?"

"Talking so much nonsense, it's nothing more than trying to save him back. Jian Zhong put down the bamboo basket unhurriedly, slowly pulled out the Tibetan knife on his waist, and said provocatively, "The reincarnated spirit boy is in the bamboo basket, and he has the ability to take it himself." But first, I have to ask if I agree to the knife in my hand?"

"The sword has no eyes, why should the donor insist on going his own way?"

"Since you know that the sword has no eyes, why don't you get out of the way quickly, so as not to lose your life in vain!"

"Since the donor is stubborn, don't blame the poor monk for being rude!"

With a broken cry, the four purple-clothed lamas attacked together, and they quickly separated their positions, trapping Jian Zhong in the blink of an eye.

Facing the menacing four, Jian Zhong's eyes were cold and calm. He was not in a hurry, he responded calmly, swung his knife left and right, and flickered and moved. While carefully resisting the attack of the four, he tested their path.

"Sonorous!"

In a moment, Jian Zhong had already fought with the four lamas, and the fight was inseparable.

Jian Zhong's martial arts are extremely high, not only is his internal strength strong and endless, but his moves are even more tricky and strange, ever-changing, and unguardable.

After a while, some of the four lamas had been injured and retreated, and Jian Zhong was still not weak at all with one enemy and four, and he really deserved to be the famous "Nine Lives Without Returning", ranking fourth in the Dragon Elephant List.

"How is the martial arts of the purple-clothed master of the Jokhang Temple? It turns out that it is just a fist and embroidered legs, which is not much different from those reckless men in the Zao Arena. Jian Zhong became more and more confident, and in the blink of an eye, he had switched from defense to attack, and took the initiative to pursue, not only completely disrupting the formation of the four purple-clothed lamas, but also forcing them to retreat again and again, "Compared to the Damo Academy in Shaolin in the Central Plains, you are still far behind, and even not much stronger than those bald monks in the Luohan Hall." ”

Jian Zhong has an arrogant temperament, acts with will, and is even more merciless in sneering at his opponents. In just a few words, the four purple-clothed lamas were ridiculed as useless and useless.

In a matter of moments, the five of them had fought for more than a hundred rounds, and although the martial arts of the four purple-clothed lamas were inferior to Jian Zhong, they were by no means as weak as Jian Zhong ridiculed.

After a hundred rounds, the two sides injured each other, but compared to Jian Zhong's skin injuries, the injuries of the four lamas were much more serious.

Among them, two were seriously injured, and one was cut off by Jian Zhong's left hand, which was heartbreaking. The other was pierced through the side ribs by Jian Zhong, and the bleeding did not stop. The other two were slightly more scarred and in disarray.

"It is rumored that there are two Dharma Protector Vajra with unfathomable martial arts in the Jokhang Temple, why don't they come?" Jian Zhong walked flexibly between the four lamas like a dragon entering the sea, and at the same time jokingly said, "The four of you are lucky, you can achieve positive results today and be reborn in bliss." ”

"Speak your tongue and be ashamed!"

Nian Xi was completely aroused, and at this time, he could no longer care about the reserve of the monks, his facial features were hideous, he glared angrily, and roared towards Jian Zhong.

At the same time, the other three lamas also endured their pain and attacked one after another, forcing Jian Zhongliang to get out of the empty door, fighting for Nian Xi to kill with one blow.

In the face of the attack from all sides, Jian Zhong did not panic, snorted coldly in his mouth, and at the same time, his body soared into the sky, jumping several feet high.

In mid-air, Jian Zhong waved the Tibetan knife in his hand. In an instant, a series of fierce knife qi roared down, mixed with the violent snowstorm, forming a terrifying turbulence of energy, "whooshing" across the four lamas.

In an instant, the robes of the four lamas were already ragged and fragmented, and their bodies were covered with wounds and bloodstains.

Among them, the two who were seriously injured couldn't dodge, one was cut by the blade, and the other was shattered by the strength.

Seeing this, when he read Xideng, he was furious, filled with grief and indignation, and shouted violently in his mouth, and then exerted force under his feet and rushed to the sky.

In mid-air, he frantically swung his long knife, dancing out a silver "big net" composed of sword light, from the bottom up, straight to Jian Zhong who fell from the sky.

"Hmph!

Jian Zhong's eyes were full of disdain, his body was reversed in the air, and under his head and feet, the hidden knife rushed out, like a dragon entering the sea, the phoenix broke through the nine heavens, and met Nianxi's knife net straight.

With a screeching sound of "snort", Jian Zhong and Nian Xi engaged in a short battle.

As soon as the two of them went up and down, the tip of the needle faced Mai Mangdi head-on, and they quickly attacked each other for twenty rounds between the electric light and flint, with swords and lights, and heavy figures, dazzling and dizzying.

Finally, in front of a slight flaw in Nianxi, Jian Zhong seized the opportunity, waited for the opportunity to move, and with lightning speed, he unleashed a thunderous blow, and the power of a thousand jun was gathered under a knife, only to hear a soft sound of "poof", Jian Zhong flashed quickly, and simply split Nianxi's head in half along the center of his eyebrows.

In an instant, the brains burst out, blood splattered, and the scene was shocking and chilling.

I don't know if he was frightened by Jian Zhong's ferocity? The surviving lama actually took the initiative to throw away his blade, turned around and fled, and ran into the distance in a panic, leaving two series of crooked footprints in the long snow.

"Guts rats, greedy for life and afraid of death!

It's a pity that the purple-clothed lama has the heart to flee for his life, but Jian Zhong doesn't plan to leave him a way to live.

As soon as his body was light, he jumped a few feet, Jian Zhong's right foot kicked forward in the snow, and a Tibetan knife covered by the wind and snow suddenly rose up, and with a "whoosh" sound, it shot directly at the purple-clothed lama who fled in panic.

With a soft sound of "poof", a knife pierced the back of the heart, and the sharp tip of the knife poked out from its chest, and the red and fiery blood poured out along the blade like flowing water, melting a large area of ice and snow under his feet in a blink of an eye.

Everything is said slowly, but it is actually lightning fast. In just one stick of incense, the four purple-clothed masters of the Jokhang Temple have all broken their souls in the snow valley and died tragically under the knife of "nine lives without return".

After this battle, although Jian Zhong's injuries were unhindered, his energy consumption was quite serious.

He stared at the four corpses in the snow, turned around and slowly came to the bamboo basket, heard the little monk muttering the sutra again, couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and mocked: "Just now they were four big living people talking and laughing, but in the blink of an eye, they have become four cold corpses. Dare to ask the Living Buddhas, is their fate determined by heaven? or is it the sword in my hand?"

"Good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil, it is not that it is not repaid, the time has not yet come. The little monk's tone sounded rather sad.

"Wrong!" Jian Zhong shook his head viciously and said, "Although you didn't kill Boren, Boren died because of you. If you are really a Buddha, then you should have more resentment accumulated in you than any mortal!"

"The heavens are clear, and the retribution is unpleasant. Donor, the little monk advises you again, put down the butcher's knife......"

"Shut up!"

As if completely enraged by the little monk's chatter, Jian Zhong suddenly shouted violently and scolded: "If you dare to say half a sentence more, I will cut off your tongue." Why put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot? It's nonsense! Look at the corpses on the ground, they have already put down the butcher's knife, can they become Buddhas? No! As a result, they all become ghosts under my knife, and they will never be able to live forever. If I had put down the butcher's knife just now, I would have died. This is the cause and effect of reality, the retribution of reality, the Elysium of the strong, and the hell of the weak. The greatest truth in the world is not 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground', but 'those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die'. ”

"If that's the case, what if the donor meets someone who is even more fierce than himself?" the little monk asked rhetorically.

"Either he dies, or I die!" Jian Zhong's face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth every word.

"Donor, you ......"

"The little monk should be persuaded again! Because, he is right!"

Before the little monk could speak, a cold voice suddenly came from the end of the canyon.

Immediately afterwards, in the midst of the snowstorm, a man wearing a hat, a robe, and a three-foot hidden knife came quickly.

Seeing this, Jian Zhong's face changed suddenly, and his slightly slackened spirit tightened again, and he said vigilantly: "Who are you?"

"The person you are about to kill, or...... Someone who is about to kill you!"

Before he could say a word, the man had taken off his hat, revealing a hideous and fierce countenance.

The person who came was none other than Liu Xunyi, who died on the plateau and did not die.

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