The willows by the pond are green, and the branches and leaves are recounting.

Yang Jian sat on the wooden platform and stared into the distance, his thumb lightly frosted on the token, and behind him was a black dog as black as ink.

It prostrate on the wooden platform and stared at the elegant figure, its eyes shining with wisdom.

The breeze came slowly, taking away a bit of dullness.

After a long time, a voice suddenly sounded: "Xiaotian, come and sit with me." ”

The black dog tilted its head, and a burst of light flashed, turning into a man in a black power suit.

He is seven feet tall, his cheekbones are slightly protruding, his cheeks seem to be shaved down, and the long hair on his head is also slightly curly and slightly messy, looking a little unruly.

"Master, are you bothered by anything?" The Howling Sky Dog, which had turned into a human form, sat down opposite Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, just looked at him deeply, and his eyes were full of reminiscence.

He misses the days when he asked for immortals, and he misses the happy times at that time.

Although he hid and hid every day, he fought wits and courage with the gods, but at that time, he was accompanied by his sister and had an ordinary black dog to rely on him for his life, working hard to save his mother under Momoyama.

But that all changed in the end.

The mother was not rescued, and the younger sister was also confined to Huashan, although she was named the Three Holy Mother, but in fact it was a means for the Jade Emperor to restrict him.

I am even more ......

"Only you have been by my side for so many years. Yang Jian sighed and poured a cup of tea for the Howling Sky Dog, his face was very complicated.

"The host ......"

Looking at the tea in front of him, the howling dog opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

Yang Jian was silent, and only after a while did he say, "Are you still willing to fight with me?" Just like you did seven thousand years ago......

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed at the sky, as if he wanted to grab something, but there was nothing in his hand.

7,000 years ago......

The Roaring Sky Dog's body trembled, and he looked at Yang Jian in horror, instantly understanding why he was so silent.

Back then, he killed the Heavenly Palace alone and entered the Lingxiao Palace, although he was defeated in the end, he left a great reputation.

"I do!"

There was no hesitation in the answer, in his heart, the master's decision is everything, his life is given by the master, he could have this battle back then, so what's the harm in doing it again now?

Yang Jian smiled, tears of laughter flowed, and the laughter was heartbreaking: "Looking at everything, only you understand me, only you can make me confide in my heart, Xiaotian, let's fight bloody again." ”

"Master, you ......"

The Howling Dog took a breath and asked, "Aren't you going to inform the seven brothers?"

"No, I don't want to implicate them. Yang Jian lowered his head and leaned on the three-pointed two-edged knife that turned into a folding fan, and said in a voice that he could only hear: "They are no longer the pure ones they were back then......

The cultivation of the Seven Monsters of Meishan is indeed strong, and they are rare and good helpers, but after the secret hands of the right and the Heavenly Palace, they have become no longer pure, only Yuan Hong and Jin Dasheng are still as always.

If he could, Yang Jian didn't want to ask them for help, even if they failed, they would be able to live well.

The roaring dog was silent, looking at the tea that had cooled in the cup, and there was a thick sadness......

............

The town is bustling, the traffic is busy, all kinds of cries and sales are endless, and the merchants dressed in fancy clothes and brocade come and go, injecting fresh vitality into it.

The tall horses pulled the carriage slowly, the guards with big shoulders and round waists were guarding the left and right, and the curtains that were lifted by the breeze made people see the beauties inside, which provoked the infinite reverie of some literati and scholars, and there were even more people who wielded pen and ink.

In the car.

There are two women sitting at the top of the soft collapse, one in a yellow shirt and jade, with a pretty face and a little playful. A person with plain clothes and long hair, elegant as an orchid, bright eyes and bright teeth, and Tingting Yuluo, are rare beauties.

It's just that the plain-clothed woman at this moment has a sad face and a haggard face, which makes people feel sorry for her.

The woman in the yellow shirt took her hand and sighed lightly: "Sister, Brother Yu is also destiny like this, life is only one death in the world after all, you should look away." ”

The plain-clothed woman's delicate body trembled, her teeth bit her lips tightly, and the blood dripped directly on her clothes, and the splashed few blood-red plum blossoms were so eye-catching.

Her eyes were hazy with tears, she shook her head silently, and her face was stubborn.

"Brother Yu often worships the Buddha, and he will definitely return to the Western Heaven and Bliss, and he will not continue to suffer, so let's go back, our going to worship the Buddha is just the icing on the cake, and he doesn't want to see you like this. ”

The plain-clothed woman looked at her, shook her head slightly, released her blood-red lips and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to worship the Buddha, I just want to ask the Buddha, why he doesn't distinguish between good and evil, and why he watched his followers die unjustly!"

"Alas......"

The woman in the yellow shirt sighed, and finally stopped speaking, just clinging to the trembling hand.

"Ask the Buddha? Interesting people ......"

Qiu Liluo looked at the carriage that was gradually moving away with interest, put down the white jade bodhisattva in his hand, opened the folding fan and slowly walked towards the direction of the carriage leaving.

He was eager to see how a layman woman could ask the Buddha!

............

The trees are lush and the mountain breeze blows.

Yong'an Temple is located on the Lingxiu Mountain outside the city, the ancient trees in the temple are lush, the temple is magnificent, although it is the height of summer, it is still cool and breezy, driving away the scorching heat.

As the largest temple in the city, the incense is naturally prosperous, and even under the scorching sun, there are still many believers who bow their heads step by step, showing their devotion to the Buddha in their hearts.

The incense burner in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall is full of incense, exuding a strong sandalwood smell, bringing people incomparable tranquility.

As soon as Qiu Liluo walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall with the plain-clothed woman, she felt a strong Buddha nature, but these Buddha natures seemed to be a little gone, like a lost child who couldn't find his way back.

"Don't want the incense here or what?"

Looking up, I saw a faint Buddha light in the sky, and the Buddha continued to manifest in the clouds, but it was difficult to condense, and it collapsed in an instant before it was completely formed, and then began to condense again.

"Donor, but worship Buddha?"

At this moment, an old monk with white eyebrows walked out with a smile, wearing a gold-rimmed robe, his treasure was solemn, exuding a peaceful atmosphere.

The plain-clothed woman shook her head, did not take the incense candle handed by the woman in the yellow shirt, but knelt down directly in front of the Buddha with her hands together.

She didn't worship, she just knelt there.

The old monk frowned slightly, and seemed to be a little displeased, kneeling down to the Buddha and not worshiping the Buddha, which was disrespectful to the Buddha.

"Donor, why don't you worship?"

"Do you worship the Buddha? what if you worship?" she said in reply to the old monk, and also to the cold Buddha statue.

"The Buddha said that worshipping him can enjoy peace, dispel calamities, cross the wicked, and make the people ......"

"I believe in the Buddha and I worship the Buddha, but has he ever opened his eyes? He does not distinguish between good and evil, he ignores the cries of sentient beings, the wicked are waiting for his grace, but the good people ask for his forgiveness......

"The Buddha said to help the world accumulate virtue and do good, and he did so, scattering all his wealth to help the victims, but what did he get in the end? What did he get in exchange!!

"Enjoy his grace, love his flesh and blood, accept his kindness, and punish his reputation, this is the person he tries to save, hahaha, ridiculous, right?"

As she spoke, the plain-clothed woman was already in tears: "Where is the Buddha at such a time of wrongdoing? Has he seen it? Has he opened his eyes?"