(There is only one change today, but 10,000 words.) ）

Early in the morning, Dong Nanyan, who is familiar with poetry and books, is no stranger to the truth that "the wood of the hug is born in the end of the millimeter, the nine-story platform starts from the soil, and the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step".

Dong Nanyan, who was breathing and practicing qi on the side of the mountain, deeply agreed with this, and the young man also wanted to sleep a little longer in the comfortable quilt, lie down a little longer, and blow the mountain breeze like Song Junyi without anything, something...

Dong Yanyan, who was closing his eyes, smiled lightly, the girl really didn't have anything to do.

The sky is cold, many trees in the Fallen Leaf Sect have withered and fallen leaves, a bleak place, continue to settle down, in fact, Dong Nanyan is a little anxious in his heart, from the death of Grandpa Dong to the present worship of the Fallen Leaf Sect, it has been almost five years, after this year, the number of ten years he only has passed, and it has already passed half.

Despite the diligent practice of qi, the spiritual jade in the storage bag has long been gone, but these tricks on the body are like bottomless pits, difficult to fill, fortunately, the door has accumulated morning light, the moon dew at night, and the magic power of hiding Hua, Dong Nanyan's cultivation is quite smooth, otherwise, the young man will be depressed.

About an hour later, Dong Nanyan got up from the meditation, and practiced the scattered swordsmanship without moving, after knowing that Song Jiyi had become a climbing realm, the young man was more diligent in addition to envy.

Putting aside his fate, he practiced so hard and improved his realm because the young man who practiced his sword with a withered branch was eager to immediately rise to the realm and become a climbing realm, and see what Uncle Blacksmith left him.

The young man thought in his heart, there must be exercises in it, there must be swordsmanship.

In the past few days, after the exhaustion of practicing qi, Dong Nanyan will move a chair and sit next to Song Jieyi, who is leisurely and leisurely, just like the last time when he talked about the world outside the wooden building, pulling the girl's corner of the cyan cuff, and humbly and curiously listening to Song Jieyi tell some stories, including the blacksmith uncle Zhang San.

There is a basket of truths in the world, it is difficult to reach the azure three inches long, the dim sky is endless, and a sword cuts through the sun.

Hearing this, Dong Yanyan thought of the man holding a sword to the sky on the roof of his house that day, and the young man's heart was happy, how chic and unrestrained he was.

However, the young man was a little puzzled while being happy, and asked the girl with a light in his eyes beside him, "There is a basket of truths in the world, and it is difficult to reach the three inches of azure long, does it mean that the uncle is unreasonable?"

The young man who was practicing his sword laughed to himself, how could he think like that at that time.

Hearing Dong Nanyan's brainless question, the girl glanced at the young man angrily, "Why don't you have any understanding at all." ”

Not allowing the silly young man around her to speculate about the man she admired, Song Jiyi patiently explained the origin of this passage.

It is said that in the early years, because of the bullying by some sour Confucian scholars, he lost his identity as a scholar, so even if he cultivated to Tongxuan, he was still haunted by this, and he held a grudge against it, which was regarded as a shame in his life.

The owner of the Prison Book Island, who resents the scholars, will arrest some readers into the Prison Book Island every year, and the man does not think that cultivation is oppressive, but just sets a rule, "If you can say it to him in reason, you can leave the island." ”

However, this island owner really has a university question, and for many years, the prison book island has been full of scholars, and no one has ever said anything about him.

Later, even some Confucian sages were imprisoned on the island, but the owner of the island did not regard cultivation as an oppression, but insisted on reasoning with scholars, so it was not easy for Confucianism to deal with it for a while.

Song Jieyi's eyes were shining, "Later, Zhang San, who went down the mountain to practice, made a friend in Shenzhou, who was a mediocre scholar, but unfortunately, this scholar was caught on the island by the owner of the imprisoned book island. ”

In the darkness and darkness, the man smiled at the young man who had trespassed on the island and asked, "Do you know that when outsiders enter my prison book island, no matter who they are, they can't get out if they don't have real talent and real learning?" ”

Zhang San, who came looking for friends, said with a smile: "As early as on the sacred mountain, I knew that the main cultivation of the island was Tongxuan, and the rules of the prison book island naturally knew. ”

Mistakenly thinking that the young man Liang's background was oppressing him with force, the man's eyes showed disdain, but he remembered the name of Shenshan and said: "Even if the disciple of Shenshan strays into the prison book island, I will spare you once, you go." ”

With a flick of his hand, the boy was pushed out of the island.

Unexpectedly, the young man did not appreciate it at all, and set foot on the Prison Book Island again, and arched his hand: "Thank you to the island owner, it's just that the island owner brought the people on the island yesterday, and I beg to let me take it with me." ”

Already looking at the face of the word Shenshan, bypassing the young man, and seeing that the young man who had gone and returned dared to make a request, the man was furious and shouted angrily: "The junior who is messing around with nonsense, relying on the momentum of the sacred mountain, dares to be so unreasonable?"

As the man's tone intensified, a dark curtain swirled over Prison Book Island, and coercion emerged.

The young man was not afraid, raised his head and said: "The island owner is reasonable, then these people on the island have no grievances and no enmity with the island owner, but they are imprisoned by you on this island, what kind of truth are they talking about?"

The manly smiled angrily, "Sharp teeth, since you trespassed on the prison book island again, then treat everyone equally, if you can't make a point, don't leave." ”

The young man said loudly: "I have heard of the island owner's affairs for a long time, but with a small peep at the big, with some pedantic people to generalize the world's readers, is it fair, and if these scholars on the island are willing to discuss the reason with the island owner, then it's just that, some people can't help themselves, not voluntarily here, in the final analysis, isn't it the island owner bullying people under the guise of oppressing people with reason? . ”

The man sneered, "My Prison Book Island has its own rules and principles of my Prison Book Island, and these truths you said don't make sense." ”

Seeing the young man retreating, the coldness in the man's eyes became heavier, and he reached out with his big hand, "I gave you a chance, you don't cherish it, and now you want to leave?"

The young man who was retreating looked up and smiled, "Who said I was leaving?"

The young man who took off the long sword behind his back looked up at the sky, and the man sneered, "You still want to do it?"

"The owner of the island is very knowledgeable, I sigh to myself, since my reason can't convince the owner..."

The young man smiled and said, "Then please listen to the truth of my sword." ”

In the darkness and boundlessness, the blue light in his hand was shining, and the sword qi started from the young man's hand, rushing to the sky, and on the prison book island, a touch of cyan color, dividing the sky into half black and half white, and the colors were distinct.

Seeing the expression on Dong Nanyan's face, it seemed that there was another admirer of Zhang San in the world, Song Jiyi smiled and said: "I know this time, don't speculate in the future." ”

Dong Nanyan scratched his head, imagining in his mind the demeanor of the sword cutting through the sky, and his mind was touched to leave his seat and run downstairs.

Song Jieyi felt strange, why did he run away after hearing this? The girl got up and shouted, "Why are you going?"

The more the young man downstairs who picked up the dead branch again thought about that scene, the more he felt that the dead branch in his hand was running freely, and the sword heart was clear.

It turns out that there is also a sense on the sword.

The boy waved the dead branches, and Song Jieyi, who was leaning on the railing, smiled slightly, the first time she heard this story, she was the same.

With his arms on the railing, Song Jiyi looked up, the sky was high and the clouds were scarce.

At the beginning, the fifteen-year-old who used the Jindan Realm cultivation as a sword to cut through the dark sky of Prison Book Island and rescued the scholar from the hands of the man in the Tongxuan Realm, what realm did he have now?

The girl who left home too early doesn't know.

A few days ago, Qingshenshan's intelligence record about Zhang San added seven more words.

Enlightenment, acceptance, concentrating, climbing, crossing the sea, Jindan, Yuanying, Tongxuan, and leisure.

Zhang San is already at large.

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The young man downstairs who performed scattered swordsmanship walked lightly and elegantly, but the girl who watched leisurely upstairs frowned. Although Song Jieyi, who has high knowledge and a wide range of knowledge, sees that Dong's swordsmanship is fast and fast, like a storm, but in the eyes of the girl, there is always some hesitation in the young man's sword, not because of the boy's qualifications and cultivation, but because this set of swordsmanship seems to have some flaws.

After practicing a few times, Song Jieyi, who had already understood where the symptoms were, shouted to the young man downstairs: "Dong Nanyan, when you use this set of swordsmanship, do you feel that although the attack is dense and rapid, you have a sense of nowhere to focus, in addition, once the attack is blocked by someone or you are overwhelmed, the sword qi will flow backwards through the veins and hurt your body?"

Dong Yanyan, who was practicing swords, stopped and said with a look of surprise: "How do you know?"

The girl upstairs smirked, "You think I'm like you..."

Retracting the stupid word, Song Jieyi pointed out: "When you take out the sword, the elbow and wrist are tightened, the faster the sword momentum, but the more clean and neat one move is, and you can't blur and drag, since your sword is designed to attack quickly, rain and wind, but as the saying goes, a wave is not flat, and a wave rises, you might as well split the move, the wind just stops, the shower rises again, and it is endless." ”

Song Jieyi demonstrated upstairs: "Although your sword is fast, but the reality is not clear, the focus is unknown, since the wind is sparse, the rain is slow, the flowers can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches, you can choose to use a node as a broken branch to make up for the shortcomings." ”

According to the girl's demonstration, this drill really made up for the shortcomings of this scattered swordsmanship, Dong Nanyan was surprised and hugged his fists and thanked: "Thank you Miss Song, it's really the same as what you said." ”

The girl pouted, otherwise, it would hurt you?

Sitting on the steps that day, he said that he would fill her stomach and pay it back a thousand times in the future, and he could not deceive him, smiling slightly, Song Jieyi said: "No thanks, this set of broken branch swordsmanship should be regarded as a reward for the meal owed to you before." ”

Dong Nanyan raised his head and said, "A meal is not worth this." ”

Looking at the young man downstairs who had practiced for so long and had not yet reached the Qi Acceptance Realm, and then thinking of the scene of fishing in the cold lake and the kindness of leaving her overnight, Song Jieyi said to the young man: "Dong Nanyan, you come up." ”

Dong Nanyan, who didn't know what to do, stood in front of Song Jieyi, not knowing what the girl was going to do.

Song Jieyi's face was a little blushing, but after contemplation, he took off the robe called Qingshen on his body and handed it to the young man, "Put it on." ”

Dong Yan was stunned, "Miss Song, who are you?"

This Qingshen robe, there is no cave, not to mention self-defense, but also because it is full of spiritual energy, prolonging life, and improving cultivation.

The aura of this Fallen Leaf Sect was imprisoned by the Great Array of Mountains and Rivers, and the spirit jade was about to be gone, thinking that Dong Yanyan would put on the robe, absorb the aura, and become a Qi Acceptance Realm, and Song Jieyi, who could be regarded as repaying the boy's previous kindness, saw the young man stunned, and the already shy girl said fiercely: "Let you put it on, what's the matter, you are reluctant to take off the object of love on your body?"

Although Dong Nanyan didn't know what the girl meant, he still took off the pale golden robe and asked again: "I'll put it on?"

"If you continue to ink like this, someone in the sect will find out the truth about me. Song Jieyi hurriedly said.

Hearing what the girl said, Dong Nanyan no longer procrastinated, and hurriedly put on this cyan robe with the fragrance of the girl's body.

Seeing the young man put it on, Song Jieyi, whose face was a little blushing, grabbed the corner of his robe so as not to reveal the secret of heaven, and said in a deep voice: "Sit down." ”

"Huh?"

Before Dong Nanyan, who was a little stunned, didn't have time to ask why, he felt a strong spiritual aura flowing out of Tsing Yi, surging wildly towards the limbs and hundreds of remains.

The boy was instantly oppressed by this surging force and sat on the ground.

The girl who pulled the corner of the young man's clothes woke up carefully: "Calm down and practice qi!"

Dong Nanyan knew why Song Jiyi let him sit down, feeling the aura pouring into the acupoints in his body, the young man couldn't even speak, he took a deep look at the girl in front of him, closed his eyes and practiced qi.

It was quiet on the Golden Willow Peak.

Without the cover of Qingshen's clothes, Song Jieyi couldn't go anywhere, so he could only pull the corner of his clothes and sit opposite the young man. The girl smiled slightly, and then her cheeks reddened slightly.

Feeling the aura gradually deposited in the young man's acupoint, the girl smiled slightly.

However, Song Jieyi, who had been paying attention to Dong Yanyan, suddenly had slightly red cheeks.

Because of the young man who wears her green god clothes and has clear eyebrows.

It's pretty good.

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In an imperial city in the middle of Shenzhou, an old eunuch in a big red robe walked around the palaces and walked towards the imperial garden.

With the cultivation of the old man's passage through the Xuan Realm, it is not said that it is this journey, but it is farther, and it can be reached in one step.

The old eunuch walked in the backyard of the Sen Palace with normal foot strength, and it was not that no one dared to fly around the imperial city with cultivation before, but those who dared were all stripped of the skin and bones by the old man, and the soul lit the sky lantern.

In the imperial garden, there was only a middle-aged man in a yellow robe who was not angry and arrogant, standing under the tree and pacing gently.

When a touch of red appeared in front of him, the man stopped and said with a smile: "It's hard work Grandpa Ding." ”

The old eunuch of the Xuanxuan Realm hurriedly knelt at the man's feet and said respectfully: "What is the master saying, the old slave is tormented." ”

The middle-aged man continued to pace and asked, "Have you agreed to come down?"

The old eunuch bowed his head on the ground and said, "It's all agreed, but... It's just that master, let's really stop thinking about it?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "What Grandpa Ding said is reasonable. ”

thought that his master was going to think about it, but just after waiting for the old eunuch to breathe a sigh of relief, the man said in a deep voice: "If you trouble Grandpa Ding to reply to the past, it will be three years later." ”

The man had already made a decision, and the old eunuch said worriedly: "Master, don't you say that you will think about it again?"

Picking up the old man, the middle-aged man smiled: "I've thought about it, haven't you just finished thinking about it." ”

The old eunuch shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The master's thoughts, the old slave doesn't dare to guess, it's just the master, the old slave has lived for such a long time, he has already lived enough, and he is not afraid of death, but you, master..."

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, standing beside the old man, as if looking at the country, "Grandpa Ding, they all say that this world is mine, but if I really want to become that "widow", I can't do it." ”

With a lot of thoughts, the man who repeated the old eunuch's sentence "I have lived enough" said softly: "Grandpa Ding, you said that you have lived enough, but why do some people always live enough?"

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Jianzhou, on the Heart Mountain, two well-known sword cultivation ancestors stood in the clouds and mist, looking at the girl sitting on the cliff below.

An old woman was immeasurably emotional, Rao was in her capacity, and she was overjoyed and heartbroken.

The sword given to the girl was a rare immortal weapon, but it was struck in two by the long sword that came out of nowhere, how could the old woman not feel distressed? But this also proves even more that the girl on the edge of the cliff is really a rare kendo wizard in the world for thousands of years!

On the edge of the cliff, a girl wearing a golden crown and a xia robe had slender legs and a shining long sword on her knees.

The girl pouted, "Look if you will listen to it in the future." ”

There seemed to be some grief, and the long sword swayed softly.

Dare to resist?

When the girl was about to throw the long sword aside and dry it for two days, suddenly the long sword on her lap floated into the air, pointing straight to the east, and wisps of smoke and rain appeared on the white sword body.

The moon is white and the sky is full of smoke and rain, and the rain will be bright after the sky.

The girl who had the same heart as the long sword named Yuebai in her hand stood up and looked into the distance.

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In the Zhiwu Sect, countless disciples who practiced boxing were stunned in place, watching the ancestor of the sect lead a herd of cattle into the mountain gate.

Behind the herd, there is also a cowherd baby who is only ten years old, who is standing carefully behind the herd at the moment to prevent any cattle from getting lost.

Entering the mountain gate, the old man stopped and said with a smile: "Doll, I didn't lie to you, I have a lot of money, I don't want to bluff you." ”

Where did the young man who herd cattle for the prominent people in the county see this scene of the fairy family, and he was stunned for a while. A few days ago, after accidentally hitting two young men who were fighting, the old man in front of him found himself, originally thought that he was here to avenge the two young men, and the young man was ready to suffer a meal of flesh and skin, but in the end, he didn't expect that this old man came to buy cattle.

The only request of the old man, who had more than enough money for a herd of cattle, was to hope that the young man would be able to send him home. Of course, the prominent family is willing, and the extra money will not be a problem to buy a few more cattle herding babies.

And the young man, firstly, he had feelings with the herd, and secondly, he thought that it would not be easy for the old man to drive the herd home alone, so he kindly agreed.

The old man smiled and asked: "Doll, I have already paid for the cow, and I have also paid for your redemption, so now the old man asks you, are you willing to learn boxing with the old man?"

The young man raised his hand, his head shaking like a rattle, "Old man, I can help you herd cattle, but I don't learn boxing." ”

"Oh, why?"

I don't know that the cowherd baby who almost broke someone's golden body said seriously: "I don't want to hit people." ”

After the young man said this, the fist of the Houshan Martial Arts Sect was on the line, and the fist was soaring to the sky.

The plaque of the mountain gate, there are bursts of macro sounds.

"Martial arts are respected, and punches are not victorious. ”

The old man sighed, "It should be so. ”

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In the city of Jishan, in the Buddhist temple with a strange name, the incense is endless, and every day there are countless men and women who believe in the incense and enter the solemn Buddha door where the chanting sound is melodious.

In the temple, there is a woman who comes almost every day, with her hands folded and her lips slightly moving, kneeling on a futon, burning incense and worshipping the Buddha.

After the old monk gave gifts to the woman and sent her away, the white-clothed monk standing next to the old monk looked at the incense on the incense platform that had not yet burned out, and the monk could feel that the woman's mental power was not sensed.

The old monk wiping the incense platform explained to the visiting monks: " This Mrs. Luo, is the eldest daughter of the Luo family in Jishan City, when the Luo family in Jishan City because of selfish desires, the Sui family was ruined, and recently the surviving children of the Sui family grew up, and married the pearl of the Jianghu gang in the city, and became a good son-in-law, the Luo family is therefore worried that the other party will come to retaliate, and at the same time of strict vigilance in these days, the only remaining Mrs. Luo of the Luo family also comes to our temple every day to incense, hoping that the Buddha can bless and help her survive this catastrophe. ”

The mental power belonging to Mrs. Luo blew out of the temple with the breeze, and the old monk sighed and said: "The people who come to the temple are all here to pray for themselves, and how many of them come to pray for the happiness of all beings and the health of the world?"

The old monk shook his head, "Burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, looking up at the Buddha statue, silently reciting his own requirements in his heart, looking forward to the Bodhisattva Buddha's insight and realizing his wishes, but he is not sincere and cannot be moved, let alone the Buddha?"

With his hands folded, the old monk whispered, "All beings are equal, and the Buddha is not only in the temple, but also in the heart." ”

The white-robed monk nodded slightly.

At night, what are you afraid of, the Luo family, which covers a vast area and is rich in armor, is surrounded by groups of people from the rivers and lakes at each door, all of them are holding big knives and crossbow arrows, it seems that only the ants and insects in Luofu can slip away under the noses of these people, otherwise, even if you have a pair of wings, you have to be shot down by the dense rain of arrows!

They didn't attack it, and they didn't kill innocents indiscriminately, these people just asked Mrs. Luo to come out and lead the death by name.

No officers and soldiers came, knowing that it must be on the opposite side, all thoughts were discouraged, and secretly sighed that there was a retribution for evil, Mrs. Luo walked out of the gate of the mansion, and the man who led everyone to surround the Luo Mansion outside the door must be the blood of the Sui family back then, and his appearance is very similar to those Sui family back then.

The sad scenes of that year still appear in front of me from time to time, the man on horseback pulled out a long knife and shouted: "Mrs. Luo, at the beginning, your Luo family harmed my Sui family, I never wanted to repay it, your Luo family suffered from it, and now after so many years, you are left, God is like this, I should let me kill you and avenge my Sui family!"

The enmity between the Sui and Luo families, it is not an exaggeration to say that they do not share the sky, knowing that they will definitely die, Mrs. Luo sighed and burst into tears.

The Luo family was indeed to blame for what happened back then, so even if she was allowed to die a few more times, the woman felt that she still owed the Sui family and did not feel bitter. But there are two children in the family who have not yet grown up, and they have lost their father early, and now if she dies again, she will really become a fatherless and motherless orphan.

Who will take care of these two remaining lone seedlings of the Luo family, after her death, the Luo family will be depressed, will these two children have no food to eat in the future and wander around?

Thinking about it, Mrs. Luo sighed, forget it, it's good to be able to live, what else do you want?

The woman who sent someone to watch over the two children only hoped that the grudge between the Luo Sui family would come to her, and after killing her, the man would be able to put away the men and horses and evacuate the Luo family.

Looking at the man with the knife in front of her, the woman closed her eyes.

"Mother. ”

Suddenly, two children ran out of the house and threw themselves into the woman's arms.

The woman was shocked and pushed the two children out, shouting angrily, "What are you calling, who are you and who is your mother?" ”

The children, who were pushed away by their mothers, thought that their mothers didn't want them anymore, and stood on the ground and wept.

"Is this the blood of your Luo family?" asked the man with his knife to the woman.

Mrs. Luo shook her head, without a trace of emotion in her voice, "I don't know, who knows where it came from." ”

"Really?"

The man raised the knife in his hand, "Then I'll help you send them away!"

Seeing the man swinging a knife and slashing at the two children, Mrs. Luo burst into tears, rushed forward to protect a man and a woman, and cried and said to the man waving the knife in front of her, "Only kill me, it's none of my children's business." ”

The man pretending to be a knife stopped and put it down, facing the two children, how he could swing the knife.

Looking at this scene, the man shook his head and exhaled a breath, when he was able to escape in the pursuit of the Luo family, it was not because someone was soft-hearted and let him go.

Thinking of the tragic death of the Sui family, leaving only his bloodline in the world, looking at Mrs. Luo, who was guarding the two children, the man sighed, is this the cycle of cause and effect?

The man closed his eyes and sighed, "Mrs. Luo, there is a wrong, there is a debtor, and the grievances end with you." ”

Then the man will cut it down with a knife.

Mrs. Luo pressed the heads of the two children to death, not wanting to leave the children with the shadow of seeing her mother beheaded.

While the woman was waiting for death, suddenly a Buddha horn came from the crowd.

"Amitabha. ”

The man stopped the knife and looked back, the crowd parted left and right, and a white-clothed monk stepped out of it and came to the woman.

"Master. ”

Mrs. Luo was very excited, the woman recognized this monk, not a local monk, only seen in the Burling Temple in recent days, but whether it is a local monk or not, as long as you can come to help now, that is a good monk, the woman thinks that it seems that there is no incense burned in vain these days, worshipping the Buddha is really going to be blessed by the Buddha, no wonder the Buddhists pay attention to cause and effect, if there is really a cause and effect!

The face of the man standing with the knife was cloudy, he knew that Mrs. Luo had often gone to the Burling Temple to burn incense recently, could it be that she had formed an incense relationship and came to help the woman administer justice?

The man folded his hands, bowed, and asked, "This master, but you are here to help this Mrs. Luo out?"

The white-clothed monk returned the salute, "No. ”

The man's heart is happy, not the best.

Hearing the monk say that he was not here to help herself, Mrs. Luo laughed in frustration, since the monk did not help her, then what way did she have to live?

After knowing that she was going to die, Mrs. Luo laughed at herself: "No incense or sincerity can catch up with the current momentum." ”

The woman looked at the white-clothed monk and said with a miserable smile: "I knew that I had burned so much incense, and the Buddha and his old people couldn't hear it, so why did I waste my efforts?"

The white-clothed monk clasped his hands together and said softly: "Female benefactor, you are burning incense in your heart, how can you talk about sincerity? ”

The woman who had been appointed sneered and said happily: "Monk, since you are not here to save me, then stand aside and watch the excitement, why do you show up and say what Buddha Yun's great truth to humiliate me, since your Buddhists talk about the reincarnation of cause and effect, then my Luo family harmed his Sui family, and now his Sui family has come to kill me, this is fate, the cycle repeats, and I can't complain." ”

The white-clothed monk nodded, "Since Madam already knows and believes in cause and effect, why should she burn incense and worship the Buddha, and why do you complain about the Buddha now?"

Mrs. Luo said with a smile: "It's just a peace of mind, yes, people like me who have done sin, I have done nothing." ”

The tearful woman cried bitterly: "It doesn't matter if I die, it's just a pity for my two innocent children." ”

The man sighed lightly, lifted the knife again, and said softly, "Master back a little, the cause and effect are there, let me finish her off." ”

Slash with a knife.

Mrs. Luo, who held down the two children in her arms, was stunned.

In front of him, someone stretched out his finger and gently clamped the blade.

The man frowned and said, "Master, what do you mean by this?"

The monk who was not a local monk whispered: "Donor, you intend to take revenge, not kill, and you have compassion. Cause and effect reincarnation, that day his Luo family harmed your Sui family, today your Sui family killed her Luo family, he killed you, you killed her, the cycle goes on and on, how is it a head?"

Pointing to the two children under the woman, the monk continued: "In the past, the Luo family slaughtered the Sui family in front of you, and now you killed her mother in front of these two children, what about the future?

The man's hand holding the knife trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "Then I will cut the grass and eradicate the roots now, and cut off the evil fate!"

Hearing this, the woman hugged the two children tightly, hugged her head and cried, and scolded the monk angrily in her heart.

The monk who had blocked the man's stab before stepped aside, "Then please take the initiative." ”

The man who had experienced the same pain, and who was most able to empathize with the feeling of his family dying in front of him, raised the knife and looked at the two children in the woman's arms, but his eyes were blurred with tears, and finally he threw down the knife in the struggle and sat down on the ground.

The man laughed stupidly: "Hahaha, her Luo family killed my Sui family, my Sui family can't kill her Luo family, what kind of world?"

The monk on the side clasped his hands together, "Donor, you have compassion, and you have put down the butcher's knife..."

"Get out!"

The man who sat on the ground shouted: "Stinky bald donkey, get out of here, now you come out to talk about the Dharma, solve the cause and effect, when the Luo family waved a knife at my Sui family, did you ever come out and say this?"

The man laughed maniacally, "False benevolence, false benevolence and false righteousness." ”

The man in white folded his hands and stood for a long time, reciting a Buddha horn in a low voice, and was about to speak.

Suddenly, on the Buling Temple in the distance, the sound of Buddha shook loudly.

Everyone present turned their heads to look at each other.

It seems that the Buddha country is erected on the mountain, and there is an old monk sitting in the void.

The sound of chanting Buddha sounded in Jishan City, and the old monk chuckled lightly at the white-clothed monk, "Foreign monks are sometimes not easy to recite the scriptures, so let the old monks recite the local scriptures." ”

The old monk sitting in the sky above the Blessing Temple did not have a loud voice, but everyone present in front of the Luofu Gate could hear it clearly.

"Good has no cause, evil has effect, everything in the world, cause and harmony, you and I have no cause, but heaven and earth are merciful. ”

Turning over his hand, he took out the souls of the people of the Sui family who had been preserved, and turned them over again with the other hand, and the souls of the Luo family also appeared, and the old monk sighed: "I know about the affairs of your two families, and today, I will solve the cause and effect of your two families, and the back edge is free." ”

The old monk bowed his head and chanted a Buddha horn, only to see the incense burning in the Buling Temple, reshaping the body of the Sui and Luo families one by one.

Everyone was shocked, there was a real Buddha in the temple?

The figure of the old monk sitting in the air gradually dissipated, and the two children in Mrs. Luo's arms asked in a small voice, "Where is the old monk?"

The other had a flash of inspiration in his eyes and said in a childish voice: "I have become a Buddha." ”

The white-clothed monk looked pitiful, and the monk who was supposed to do this matter turned to Mrs. Luo and whispered: "The heart of the Buddha is insincere, and the heart of the Buddha is compassionate." ”

To the man who was buttoning his head to the temple, the monk whispered: "Donor, good, covering heaven and earth, all living beings are equal, those who do good deeds are good to the Buddha, and those who do not do good deeds are advised by the Buddha to be good." ”

In the Buling Temple, there is one less old monk, but there are dozens of "small" monks of different ages.

In the main hall, the white-clothed monk bowed to the solemn golden-bodied Buddha, looked at the empty futon and said softly: "All appearances are false, if you see all the appearances are not the same, then you will see the same." ”

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On the Golden Willow Peak, Song Jieyi, who was grabbing the corner of the young man's clothes, was shocked, and the cyan robe on Dong Nanyan's body gradually became dim, as if the robe with so much aura was still not enough for the young man to absorb.

The suction on the young man's body gradually rose, and Song Jieyi, who was already holding a corner of Tsing Yi, was not far from Dong Yanyan, and kept moving forward.

Two feet, one foot.

The girl's nose is gently pressed against the boy's nose.

Song Jieyi was shocked because she felt that the aura in her body was frantically surging towards the young man.

It's not that I don't know if men and women are kissed, but at this moment, under the suction, Song Jiyi didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, so he could only stick to the young man's chest.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that before the young man reaches the realm of accepting qi, the young lady will be an adult, and behind Song Jieyi, the woman who has been hiding in the world stretches out her hand and wants to separate the young girl.

With the woman's hand on Song Jieyi's back, Dong Nanyan's suction power was even stronger!

The woman was shocked, but she couldn't move the slightest longer, and the spiritual energy cultivation in her body flowed into the young man's body through Song Junyi.

Outside the Fallen Leaf Sect Mountain, there is an old Taoist priest leading a small Taoist priest who is slowly walking on the mountain road.

The old Taoist looked up at Jin Liufeng, his eyes were fixed, but he immediately returned to normal and continued to walk forward.

The little Taoist priest who was following behind the master also stopped, and the boy who was born with a Taoist seed and was in harmony with heaven and earth turned to look in the direction of the True Pearl Kingdom.

In a county town in the Pearl Kingdom, some stupid Da Zhuang is depressed, and he just sent home the second dog who loves to play with him yesterday, why can't he open the door if he knocks on the door today?

Could it be that Ergou is unwilling to play with him?

Da Zhuang hastily took a few bites of food on the table and went back to the house.

Da Zhuang's father was an honest and honest man, and asked the simple woman who was cleaning up the dinner table, "What's wrong with Da Zhuang's child?"

"I heard it's because Ergou didn't play with him today,"

The woman said as she cleaned up the table: "I don't know what's going on, our neighbors have been avoiding us recently, and I don't know what we did wrong." ”

The honest man walked up to the woman and took the woman's hand, "Don't think about it, I'll buy something tomorrow and string it from house to house." ”

The woman nodded.

In the hut, Da Zhuang, who was thinking about how he offended Ergou, suddenly found that his face was slimy, and when he sat up from the bed, he found that the top of his head was sticky.

After a few more cycles, some stupid Da Zhuang looked up sluggishly, and now, the child knew that the second dog was wrong.

On the roof, the hairy thighs hung tightly on the wall, and the big spider with eyes on its face opened its bloody mouth, and a broken sleeve fell from it.

Da Zhuang knew that it was Ergou's.

Sensing that the boy behind him stopped, the old Taoist smiled: "Why don't you leave?"

The little Taoist priest frowned and said, "Something happened." ”

The old Taoist smiled and asked, "Big things and small things?"

The young Taoist thought for a while, "It's not big for me, it's not small for others." ”

Lao Dao turned his head, "Do you remember what I taught you, under the avenue, there are no foreign things, the big things in the world are like cow hair, the small things are like messy flocculents, like mustard seeds, if it is dusted off one by one, how to sweep it away?"

Turning around and continuing forward, the old Taoist said in a deep voice: "Just move forward." ”

After walking a few steps, the little Taoist priest stopped again, and with a grip on the void, the spider on the top of Da Zhuang's head turned into flying ashes in an instant.

The little Taoist priest looked back at the old Taoist priest who was puzzled and smiled: "Master, that's your way, not mine." ”

I thought that I would be punished and taught a lesson by the master, but after feeling that the demon of the Dao True Pearl Country was erased by the disciple's raised hand, the old man smiled and turned around and walked down the mountain.

The little Taoist priest hurriedly followed, with a bitter face, "Master, don't be angry, aren't we going up the mountain to meet the disciple of the master?"

The old Taoist priest who smiled in his heart was very stiff, "Don't go, go down the mountain." ”

Let the little Taoist priest who was about to cry walk in front, the old Taoist priest looked at the small mountain of the Fallen Leaf Sect that was not high, and chuckled in his heart: "Senior brother, I am not as good as you, what about my disciple?

In the Fallen Leaves Sect, the little Taoist priest who did not set up a stall to tell fortunes today was sleeping lazily, and in his dream, the young man smiled sweetly, "Sister Zhiqiu, don't go..."

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Just when the woman from Qingshen Mountain fell to the Jindan realm, Dong Nanyan, who was wearing the Qingshen robe, was full of blue light on her body, shocking the woman.

The young man who opened his eyes in a daze shook his head, he had a splitting headache just now, shook his head, and looked out again, it was not dark yet.

Suddenly, Dong Yan was stunned, how could he seem to see Zhou Shao who was cultivating on the bluestone by the stream?

No, the young man's heart moved, and he could even see the disciples of the Fallen Leaf Sect meditating outside the Divine Power Building.

What's going on?

Dong Nanyan wanted to raise his hand and rub his eyes.

But the back of the hand is soft.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and slowly looked down.

Breaking through two realms in a day, he became a teenager in the condensing realm.

It was as if the sleeping girl was snuggling tightly in his arms.

The heavens and the earth above the Golden Willow Peak were silent, and only the breathing of teenagers and girls remained.