In the woods, on a crooked path made by Orion's Soup, the small animals that move at night jumped and fled in an instant, but in the darkness of the night, a faint figure was crumbling between the treetops of a few feet high, but it was like a fairy, black and white mixed hair, empty eyes, but the smell of wine could be smelled for miles, on the path opposite him, it was not who the Yiren and the Muzi people were.

More than a dozen monks stood in front of them looking at the people in the treetops, without the slightest desire to escape.

Amitabha, the poor monk Huiyuan has seen the "owner of the rain".

Mother Piaoyu looked at the white-haired beauty in front of her, without any expression, stayed for a long time, and slowly spoke, "Hongchen is not dyed with red dust, whether the beauty is an old beauty, the child chooses the prince himself, there is no right or wrong in the fall, the wine knows the heart of the rain, the sword understands the meaning of the rain, the Yiren knows the choice of the rain, and what is the crime of the shadow." ”

The monk is not guilty, he knows that you must die, but you are still here, you should die without regrets, this is your choice, right? What are you for, Piao Yu understands, it is really as you want, you can go with peace of mind!

You don't die, it's pointless to do this, hehe, you can live well, why do you have to walk into the door of right and wrong, since you have decided to die, since you have decided to die, since you have decided your choice, other things may not meet your wishes, but now let the people of Mu remember the price they need to pay for their choice is worth it, remember the love of Buddhism, let the people of Mu see how vigorous the price you need to pay for the choice you make for him, the people of Mu remember your love, and you can repay the kindness of Buddhism, or how obscure and silent your sacrifice is.

The poor monk Huiyuan thanked the owner of the Drifting Rain Village for his open-mindedness, but let the owner of the Drifting Rain Village make a difficult choice, on the one hand, parent-child, and on the other hand, love.

Let the Yiren donor make a difficult decision, there are parents and children on both sides, and there is only one country.

The poor monk is guilty and is willing to go to hell to atone for his sins and repent. Amitabha. Standing with one palm, between the corners of the mouth are drops of bright red blood and snow-white monk's robes, which are particularly eye-catching.

Seeing that more than a dozen monks behind him did not leave their names or regret them, they naturally sang Amitabha, standing on his chest with one palm tree, sitting cross-legged on the ground with his lips bent and his lips naturally sounding, and a high-pitched and hoarse voice was neatly sung, "Amitabha Buddha's Secret Divine Pure Land Mantra". Listening and listening, not only did the people of Mu Zi and the people of Dou Yi, but even the rain of the mother also gave birth to a little desolation, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground gently, walked in front of the people of Dou Yi and Mu Zi, looked at the people of Mu Zi for a long time, for a long time, turned to the people of Dou Yi and said, "Is this your choice?" Is it really fair to Chengying?

Dou Yiren was silent for a long time, and the sky gradually brightened, before he said, "Yiren can't help himself, it just makes you embarrassed a little, you can choose at will, Yiren doesn't blame you, you should know," just made you embarrassed a little, you really fell as good as you were at the beginning, and made Yiren look down on you, hehe, you haven't become a man, a man who stands up to the sky, a man who kills decisively, and a man who has his own ideas between trade-offs?

Muzi Minyi people think that he is, he knows what to do for and what to choose, and he should decide by himself, regardless of whether he is right or wrong, you know?

How can you do what you do is right, and what others do is wrong.

How can it be a sentence that what you let others do is right, and what you don't let others do is wrong.

How will you understand the mind of the Yi people, the bitterness of the dust, and when can you learn to be domineering?

The people of Iraq do as you wish.

Mu Zimin watched his mother drifting in the rain, and his mother, and his mother was depressed with infinite grievances in his heart.

But after watching the love and hatred between adults, after experiencing all the intrigues, conspiracies, open and secret battles, and decisiveness of the killing, I don't know why, and I can't help but know that only strength will not be at the mercy of others. Otherwise, it is someone else's pawn, at the mercy of others, and it is involuntarily self-controlled, no matter when, no matter where.

If you really want to cry, you have to laugh, you have to laugh out loud, and if you die, you can't live, because you have fallen into a whirlpool, and you can only either fall deeper and deeper, or you have to have the strength to break free. The people of Muzi are really helpless. However, in my heart, I am grateful to Buddhism. After all, he was his life-saving benefactor, and just now I thought of this, only to see more than a dozen monks dripping blood from their lips and dying of anger. The double wood closes slowly and automatically. The complexion is peaceful.

Muzi Zimin couldn't help but say to his mother Piaoyu, "Does it really have to be like this?"

Shima Piaoyu couldn't help but respond, paused for a moment, and said, "Maybe this is the smallest price and the best effect, Shima Piaoyu really doesn't want to hide everything, in that case, they will only be more sacrificial and helpless." They are all kind-hearted people, but it's a pity that they don't know whether it's worth it or not, let alone right and wrong, who understands now.

Mother Piaoyu doesn't want a group of monks to do a lot of useless work, and the bloody storm has been forgotten for a long time."

I saw Dou Yiren's sentence, "Muzi people, only do things and kung fu, don't listen to his reasoning, from now on, you have to remember." "Doesn't it really have to be like this? You have to remember that it's already like this, and it's up to you to judge what is right and wrong.

The route goes by itself, it is good to have a rod and scale in your heart, and you need to weigh a few catties and taels by yourself. Someone else's and yours are not necessarily right.

The people of Muzi, the owner of the village, will be handed over to you, and the poor nuns will never leave the land of their ancestral home for life, let's go on the road!

Mother Piaoyu looked at this mother and daughter, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and said that the most difficult thing to measure is people's hearts!

Mother Piaoyu couldn't help but pick up a wooden sword hanging on her side and dance slowly, like a person with a sword who had just learned not long ago, looking clumsy, but only to see the surrounding pieces of fallen leaves are slowly floating and on the ground, only to see some of the leaves cut and the surrounding trees on the traces of a knife cut emerged, in the blink of an eye, the surrounding trees and leaves, several monks gathered together, only to see the wooden sword in the palm of the hand, towards a Xu Xu round ball wooden leaf monk above a throw, the wooden sword fell and the top of the ball was not inserted into the ball, at the top of the ball turned faster and faster, a trace of light smoke slowly came out, a small flame grows around the wooden sword. For about half an hour, the ball was submerged by a raging fire.

For nearly an hour, there was no trace of ashes.

Go all the way, I hope that the next time you are born with a prosperous and prosperous family, you can live your life peacefully, peacefully, you don't need anyone to remember, and don't work hard for any goal, just be safe, be born and die, and don't die from the scourge of swords.

Hehe, it's not easy.

Muzi people, Yiren, let's go!