The sound of the wind swept past his ears, but Bai Yi did not raise his head, he didn't need or need to look at the expression of the solemn treasure elephant monk at this time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBecause he has always known how terrible the mystery and majesty of the so-called destiny in the body is.

Counting down the world, there is absolutely no one under the god realm who can catch him and worship.

Why does he say that he is invincible under the divine realm?

Why is it that even if the other party is much stronger than him, he is not moved at all.

It is precisely because of the most unreasonable power in the world that it is the strength of the human design, there is no reason, there is no reason, there is no reason, it is determined by destiny, I am stronger than you, and you can do anything about it.

Although there is no absolute fairness in the world, what kind of despair does this desperate injustice face when it falls on someone?

In this situation, Bai Yi felt that he should have a deep understanding. Love and hate in the world are never without cause, and the strife and confrontation in the world will never be without the foundation that leads to its development and growth, everything will be from the beginning to the end, and there will never be any exceptions.

Therefore, Bai Yi himself is naturally the same.

"Now you understand?"

The indifferent voice echoed around the treasure elephant monk, who was originally dressed in moon-white handsome and merry monks, but now he has become a bloody man soaked in blood and dirt. His body was covered with layers of tiny cracks, overflowing with blood.

When the white robe bowed down, the Elephant Monk already understood what a stupid thing he had done. The golden body is useless, the glass Buddha light is useless, even if there is no obstacle in his heart, it is a pity that he is still a person in this world. Before reaching the other side of the divine realm, he is still a mortal who will live, grow old, sick and die, have joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and is dominated and shackled by the ruthless iron rules of the world.

Since he is a mortal, he must accept his fate, and anyone who is under the will of destiny will be ruthlessly crushed into dust by this world. has unrivaled strength, who will say warmly what is good, what is evil, what is Tao, and what is rude.

The despair that Bai Yi faced at the beginning, now the treasure elephant monk feels it and has an epiphany.

"The sacrifice of the poor monk is really just a joke in front of the young man. The Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell is not just because he has great compassion, but also because he has this qualification. ”

Reluctantly closed his hands, did not care about the severe pain, did not pay attention to the blood, the treasure elephant monk faced the white clothes, and also returned the salute to him. His eyebrows were soaked in blood, but there was still no anger and hideousness, maybe he had understood his fate from the beginning, but sometimes, in addition to destiny, there were other things that would make people involuntarily.

The helplessness and complexity of the world is like the growth of Bodhi, no matter when it will not stop spreading and growing, the Buddha said that people let go, probably because of the insight into the great wisdom of this mortal without solving their worries.

The Treasure Elephant Monk thought so, looking at the gust of wind whistling through the mountains, mixed with the fragrance of unknown flowers and plants.

It's a pity that Bai Yi is not a graceful person, or rather, he is a person who doesn't know what "elegance" is. I didn't know before, I don't know now, and I won't know in the future. When you are angry, you want to kill, when you are worried, you want to drink, when you meet a beautiful woman, you want to possess it, and when you meet despair, you will not bow your head easily, right and wrong, you will pass by in your eyes, it is nothing more than black and white.

However, how can one live without constantly deceiving oneself with good intentions?

The stupid monk behind him who didn't know what to do, it was better to think he was a madman. Bai Yi thought so and did so, but at this time, the ink moved.

"Do you remember me?" Ink asked softly as he sent the long sword in his hand into the back of the Elephant Monk without hindrance. Her face was filled with a happy smile that she had never felt before, as if the shadow of her childhood had finally dissipated, and now there were no shackles at all.

"Who are you?" Feeling the tyrannical and wanton energy in his body, the Elephant Monk still asked this, maybe this was his last words, but he really wanted to know, where he had heard this familiar voice.

With a full of anger, Ink suddenly pulled out his blood-stained long sword, and the flowing blade slashed through the air, leaving a blood-colored rainbow. The most helpless thing about finding someone to seek revenge is that when you get revenge, the other party has completely forgotten your existence.

"My surname is Mo, and my name is Ink. You may remember, my father, my father's name is Mo Sheng. The pleasure on Ink's face gradually dissipated, and then he watched the blood on the blade fade, and suddenly emptiness.

"Are you Mo Sheng's daughter?" Bao Xiang Monk didn't have the extra strength to look back at her again, he just replied lightly, "However, it was not my fault for killing Mo Sheng. ”

"Demons are naturally punished by everyone, how can there be a mistake?" Ink sneered, but ignored the dying monk. Her sword was only for revenge, and now that she had taken revenge, she no longer had the heart to pay attention to the nonsense of a dying man.

"Xiaoshui, isn't it a bit unkind for you to do this?" suddenly patted the thin fragrant shoulder where the ink trembled slightly, and the white clothes suddenly grimaced at her who turned back suddenly.

"You're going to die!" Ink roared, she wasn't a fragile person, at least not for him to see as a fragile person!

It's a pity that Bai Yi didn't have any leisure and elegance to estimate her mood, he just pointed to the rusty sword in his hand that was still stained with grass clippings, and asked quite dissatisfiedly: "You just threw the ancient sword of this hero into the grass like this?"

"What are you arguing about? Is it my revenge that matters, or is your broken sword important?"

"Do you want me to be honest?"

Faced with this question, Ink naturally understood the meaning of Bai Yi, and he didn't care at all. But he who doesn't care so much is the most real him, just like what she once knew.

Ink stared coldly at Bai Yi, who had no sympathy at all, he was still such a bad person, he didn't care about anyone's mood at all, he did whatever he wanted, and he was dissolute.

"Tell the truth!"

"Your revenge is really not as important as my sword, think about it, after being worshiped by me. This monk has long since lost his way to live, and he has seen through everything himself, so why should you dirty your sword?"

"How do you know that I got the sword dirty? This girl tells you that this girl is very happy now, and this girl has taken revenge, and she has never been so happy. You shameless bedbug would salute this scum, and you really didn't treat the bug badly. I tell you, I'll tell Mademoiselle about it. You wait for me!"