As the monk Mi Ci said.

Lin Yan's background cannot be chosen, and the blood feud of the Xingchen Gate that Lin Yan is carrying cannot be shirked.

Lin Yan could only carry it hard and could never put it down.

But revenge is child's play.

The difficulty of practicing martial arts from childhood to adulthood, and the killing of real revenge after martial arts training.

The blood is miserable, even if the avenged ones themselves deserve to die. But the hellish and miserable scene also made it difficult for Lin Yan to bear.

In his heart, Lin Yan often asked himself about the act of revenge, is this good or evil?

It is precisely because Lin Yan's kindness and the killing of his actions conflict with each other that they cannot balance each other, resulting in a broken state of mind.

In this way, the demon heart has a chance to take advantage of it.

And revenge is revenge, and murder is murder.

The two are not the same thing.

For Lin Yan, revenge is not a bad thing. Revenge is simply a natural reaction to what was once cause and effect. This has nothing to do with the desire to kill.

But too much inner self-demand, with the moral kidnapping of heavenly principles and destroying human desires.

only then did the normal revenge turn into a mistake that he had killed good blood, and he was brutal and vicious.

is so confused, the devil's heart takes advantage of the void.

In the world, they are bound and coerced by morality, and they are obviously insensitive, greedy and unbridled bad people, who harm the common people for their own selfish desires.

But it is extremely vicious to be able to perceive and do good deeds, and to bear the boundless negative karma caused by bad people with good intentions.

Disturbing the world and poisoning the law and discipline in this way is really the first major poison. Eighteen mud ploughs hell, and it is difficult to clean up the people who create this karma, and they are all difficult and sinful.

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Yan's last psychological burden was also removed.

There is only a trace of everything left before, if this trace is not completely removed. In the future, it will be infinitely harmful.

Monk Mici saw Lin Yan's state and shouted.

"Listen, layman!"

Lin Yan replied respectfully:

"Disciple remember. ”

"The heart is the mind, but the mind is not the mind. There is nothing outside the heart, and the thing is the heart.

Therefore, the mountains, rivers and the earth are all my transformations, and they can all be used by me.

Change the heart with the heart, and change the heart with the non-situation.

A big dream game only needs to be clear and clear.

It's a game, so why bother. It's quiet, so you don't need to see through it.

Therefore, the heart is the heart, and the past, present, and future cannot be obtained in the heart.

Just settle your mind. ”

Lin Yan kept pondering the words of Monk Mici, a big dream game, this is a game, why bother, there is no need to see through it.

Settle your heart and settle down.

Gradually, Lin Yan felt at peace in his heart. The bloodthirsty killings of the past are gone. In its place, there was a peaceful silence.

Lin Yan felt that there was a warm current rising in the dantian, traveling around the body, constantly repairing the body's meridians.

This situation is all too familiar to those who practice martial arts, and it is the internal force that everyone who practices high-grade martial arts is accustomed to.

But Lin Yan was different, after the cold Taoist removed the mottling of the meridians in his body, the meridians once showed an empty state.

Even if Lin Yan forcibly operated the meridians, he was still a little lacking in internal qi.

This is much worse than the previous situation where the internal air was filled and operated automatically.

But today, the internal qi has begun to run automatically again, and I think it is because after removing the mottling, I can't adapt to it for a while. After the Dharma transmission of the monk Mici, the sleeping internal qi was awakened.

But suddenly, Lin Yan felt dizzy and was about to fall down in an instant. Monk Mici's right hand turned into a palm, and immediately landed on Lin Yan's heart.

whispered to Lin Yan:

"The mottles that the layman removed before are, after all, a part of the meridians, and the loss is too great. The new condensed internal force, the meridians can't adapt to it for a while. The mountain monk helped the layman. ”

Unlike the cool internal force of the Hanshu Daoist, the monk's internal force is extremely domineering, but it is not arrogant.

From the chest, he quickly brushed the meridian pulses of Lin Yan's whole body.

The monk's internal force is extremely fast and violent, and although its nature is very gentle, it washes the meridians so quickly. The burden on Lin Yan is really greater.

Lin Yan's forehead was already sweating slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time. Obviously it was painful, but I was trying my best to endure it.

After a while, Monk Mici slowly took his hand away from Lin Yan's chest.

Lin Yan's expression has also improved a lot, and this time the Demon Heart should be completely complete and a complete success.

Just when Lin Yan just wanted to thank Monk Mici first, he suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.

......

Three days later, Lin Yan and Li Dan walked in the bamboo forest in the backyard of Xuehua Temple.

"Senior brother, how do you feel?"

"I'm fine, junior sister shouldn't worry. ”

"Master Mici said that the removal of impurities in the meridians is almost equivalent to living again. Senior brother, don't be reckless. ”

"How can there be such an exaggeration as what the junior sister said, it is nothing more than a good rest for a few days, and when the meridians completely adapt to the new internal qi, they will never suffer in the future. ”

"Master Mici also said, you must be careful in the future, and you must not have demons again. If the demons come back......"

"If the demons rise again, I'm afraid that even if Wuhan and Master Mici are combined, they won't be able to save me. ”

Lin Yan gently pinched Li Dan's delicate nose and made a slight joke.

Li Dan also said obediently and interestingly,

"Senior brother is bad and hateful. ”

......

Lin Yan, Li Dan and Li Jianchun stayed in Xuehua Temple for eight days.

In addition to Lin Yan's need to recuperate, the more important reason is that Li Jianchun and Brother Mihua Mici, as well as some old friends from Xuehua Temple, get together for two more days.

Xuehua Temple is located in the deep mountains, has always been quiet, and the scenery is like an ink painting.

The pines and cypresses are verdant, and the sun is late yellow. The clouds and smoke are misty, and the incense fills the Buddha hall.

This situation is exactly that:

The pines and cypresses are verdant and stained with cream, and the slanting sun is drunk and yellow.

The clouds and fog collect the people, and the mountain monks read the Buddha Hall.

Li Jianchun, Mi Ci, and several old buddies got together, and there was no discipline between the words.

It's mostly frolic, and it's not in shape at all.

"Mici, the old Taoist priest of Wuhan asked me to bring you a message. ”

"Needless to say, nothing good to say. ”

"This is a wronged Hanshu Daoist, this time it's serious, let me say hello to you. ”

"There is no cold Taoist priest's greeting mountain, and the monk can't afford it. Ten years ago, in that competition, the Taoist Wuhan saw that he was about to lose, so he slandered the mountain monk and said something about it. Sin sin Amitabha, Buddha is not to blame. In this way, it was also made by his old Taoist priest without cold. ”

When Monk Mici talked about Wuhan, his face was full of disdain, and he quickly recited a few words of Amitabha.

Li Jianchun laughed and said:

"Monk Mici, you too, you can't let him make two moves. He didn't care about that. It's no wonder if you lose completely, and you're not in a hurry. ”

Monk Mici hated and said:

"They are about the same age, and they are all monks. Why do you want my monk to let him be a Taoist. My Buddha is merciful, how can I lose to Taishang Laojun. I won't let the mountain monk!"

After Monk Mi Ci finished speaking, the Venerable Master Mi Hua instantly burst into laughter,

"Hahahaha, what the junior brother said makes sense! Let no one let him be a cold Taoist priest!"

Li Jianchun said:

"Behind his back, he said bad things about the Taoist priest of Wuhan and miscellaneous hair, we are too unauthentic! Hahahaha!

After Li Jianchun finished speaking, he laughed out loud like the monk Mihua.

When Monk Mi Ci heard the words of the Venerable Master Mi Hua and Li Jianchun, he couldn't help laughing.

The cold-free Taoist priest in the Ziqing Temple, thousands of miles away, was lying on a large bluestone slab in the view, making a lazy sleep.

But he muttered to himself,

"Count the days, Lin Yan's kid should have been cured by the bald monk Mici. This time, I left half of the work for Monk Mici, and I didn't do it all. It can also be regarded as letting him show his ability to show his ability. Make a name on the rivers and lakes. ”

"Ha~yaw!"

As he was talking, he suddenly yawned violently, and lifted the Coldless Daoist directly from the big bluestone lying down.

The Taoist priest rubbed his nose and muttered:

"Monk Mici Bald, are they saying bad things about me? Those two old things are very particular, and I have never hurt them!"

Eight days later, the time to say goodbye finally arrived.

Lin Yan and Li Dan thanked the monk Mi Ci and the Venerable Mi Hua, and Li Jianchun also greeted the Mi Ci Mihua brothers in turn.

Just when Li Jianchun, Li Yan, and Li Dan were just about to go down the mountain, a group of people, ten people to be exact, came up the mountain together.

Before the person arrives, the sound goes first.

"Lin Yan and Li Dan, my ten old guys have made a special trip to find you two to make a settlement!"

This sound carried the internal force and was full of power. The entire Xuehua Temple was shrouded in the power of sound.

The monks in the temple felt that it seemed to be a loud thunder, which penetrated their hearts.

There is even a feeling like the roar of a lion recorded in Buddhist scriptures, which is very powerful.

If you are not a top martial arts master, you must not have such skills.

However, the monks of Xuehua Temple are not weak in martial arts, especially the presiding Venerable Mihua and the presiding disciple Mici Monk.

The martial arts are so high, even in the face of the heads of the five authentic sects and the six great demon paths, they will not be weaker in the slightest.

Only a few minor novices suffered. I was shocked by the sound and had a headache.

The master and uncle beside the little novice hurriedly protected a few little novices.

"A few old friends came to gather, and the old monk and I raised my hands to welcome him, why are you pretending to be a ghost like this?"

"A few old friends, do you want to demolish the cottage where the mountain monk and I settled?"

The Venerable Master Mihua and Monk Mici successively used their internal forces to transmit the sound back, and the power was so strong that it was not weaker than the previous voice at all.

Li Jianchun was not polite,

"You shameless old guys, in the quiet place of Buddhism, who dares to be presumptuous!"

The power of Li Jianchun's voice was far greater than the power of his previous voice and the strength of his brother Mici.

Li Jianchun seemed to be really angry.

"Don't, don't, Brother Li! How can we brothers mean this!"

"In the pure land of Buddhism, who dares to be presumptuous? We will not be the first to bypass him!"

"It's okay, it's okay. Our old friends are absolutely disrespectful! This time, one is to reminisce about the past, and the other is to find Lin Yan and Li Dan to talk about a few small things. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all small things! Everyone is friends, and there's nothing bad to say. ”

"The rat treasure that asked for food just now is all a stinky old man from Qin Gaogu, and it has nothing to do with us. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, the Rat Lai Bao just now is a stinky old man in the ancient Qin Gao, and it has nothing to do with all of us. ”