Under the broken temple of Jiao Mountain, the two sat opposite each other. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Jiaoshan in the black fog, and only the Buddha light of the broken temple is the only light source. The two people sitting at each other seemed to have a feeling of sitting and talking, but one was a young man who didn't do anything else, and the other was a monk in rags, which was really ridiculous.

"It's not that the monk doesn't kill, but he just feels that except for the donor, no one in the world wants to do such a thankless job. If the donor is killed, there will be no liberation. ”

The bitter monk frankly answered his thoughts, but he still didn't plan to talk about the past, and the dusty things should be let go of the dust. It's like this Jiaoshan, it's like this broken temple, it's like this monk.

"There are so many heroes in the world, why do monks have to take a fancy to me?" Bai Yi was not satisfied with this answer, and he was not a professional killer. This monk asked him to kill, and he killed him, wouldn't he be too faceless.

Moreover, this Jiao Shan and this monk may have some other cause and effect hidden. This monk is very thief, and there must be something strange in it. If not, after so many years, why didn't the old man kill him, the wanderer didn't kill him, and so many hidden masters who stepped into the divine realm didn't touch him at all.

"So the donor is begging for death?" the monk dodged the white question, but said an answer that was not an answer. When it comes to avoiding topics, there is really no one who is better at it than the people of Buddhism.

However, this time, Bai Yi couldn't argue with it, in all fairness, he died and lived several times, and he really didn't really think about dying. It's better to say that he actually wants to live more than anyone else, wants to live better, and wants to live a good life, so he can only survive in death.

But the monk is different, the monk is really tired and wants to die, if Bai Yi is unwilling to do it, when he wants to kill Bai Yi, Bai Yi still has to do it. In terms of results, there is no difference at all.

"I made some mistake to think about sitting down with you. Bai Yi laughed at himself, but his eyes shone with a light different from the words in his mouth, "Let me think about it, you haven't done it all along, I'm afraid it's not that you don't want to do it, but you are wary of another person." ”

"Her Royal Highness the princess can't kill the monk. The bitter monk replied.

"But one day is there, monk, you can't kill me. "The white clothes are full of confidence.

But looking around, Bai Yi didn't wait for her Royal Highness the princess to come out to rescue her, as if she really didn't come. It is not surprising that the bitter monk brought the white clothes here not only because this is his residence, but also because these thousands of miles of Jiaoshan are shrouded in a thick resentment, even if they are immortals, it is impossible to count their location.

Is it really so vegan?

"Okay, monk, you want me to kill you, you have to tell me what your weaknesses are. Bai Yi simply softened neatly, and he had already thrown the festival to an unknown place. What's more, if you don't think about it carefully, it's not a loss to him at all, is it?

Although I didn't really lose everything at the beginning, but I had stripped off the white clothes of my martial arts foundation, so I couldn't go to eat the soft rice of Her Royal Highness the princess when I tried it in July. Although Bai Yi really wants to do this, and he does it now, but when he says it, even if he is as shameless as him, he will be a little embarrassed.

And now, this problem has been solved naturally by the bitter monk.

As long as he takes the head of the bitter monk out of this Qianli Jiao Mountain, whether it is those people in Shengjing City or those who want to take the position through his name, they will weigh their own weight, whether it is their own life, is harder than the bitter monk. Everyone knows the weight of the golden body of the Arhat, and without the power to set foot in the divine realm, who can kill the bitter monk, even those masters of the divine realm, will not come to do these thankless things.

To be able to become a god, he may not be a good person shrouded in aura, but he will definitely not be stupid, and he will not be easily shaken by the will of others.

The bitter monk looked at his golden body, and then shook his head: "The golden body is not leaky, where is there any weakness?"

However, Bai Yi would not believe his nonsense, and immediately retorted: "How is it possible, how can a mortal not have weaknesses!"

"People have weaknesses, and monks also have weaknesses, but the golden body doesn't. "The monk's meaning is very clear, if this Erzhang's Arhat golden body really has any weaknesses, the bitter monk will not survive at this time.

"Then you let me kill you, aren't you playing with me?" Bai Yi got up, although he couldn't beat the ugly monk in front of him, but he really had the urge to roll up his sleeves and go up to do it. It's not a game, and there's no forced blood deduction.

"No one else can do it, but the donor can. The bitter monk shook his head, as if he saw the pretense of the young man in front of him, and said this sentence to the angry white clothes, "When the donor was killed by the monk that day, didn't he still have a sword?"

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and Bai Yi sat down suddenly, and asked with a dry smile, "How did the monk know?"

"Becoming and dwelling, bad emptiness, and the cycle of cause and effect, how can the three swords be summed up. Since there are the first three swords, then the donor must have also realized the fourth sword. How could this ruined sword not kill the monk. ”

"Monk, tell me, have you been taken away by someone?" Bai Yi held back for a long time, and finally held back such a sentence. He looked at the ugly and fierce bitter monk in front of him incredulously, how could such a brain come out of the mouth of a person with such a painting style.

Shouldn't that be his line?

It's a pity that the bitter monk is not a water army, and he was not crooked by him after all.

The monk put down the half of the black Zen staff in his hand, untied the tattered robe on his body, and calmly faced the white clothes.

"Donor, do it. ”

But Bai Yi still waved his hand and looked at him weakly: "Forget it, the monk still tells me what weaknesses you have, and it's more reliable." I don't need that sword right now. Even if I could, I wouldn't go back. ”

"The donor is joking?"

"Really, because I wasted myself. Bai Yi said his reason lightly, like a swimming fish that had struggled to break free from the cage, removed a heavy shackle like a mountain, and returned to the river.

The bitter monk was a little incredulous, but after looking at the white clothes' expression, and looking at the vanity of his body, he finally understood why this young man would obediently follow him to this Jiao Mountain.

"Forget it, don't talk about this, even if you don't tell me, monk, your weakness. You have to tell me why you suddenly want to be free, you can't be a little girl who has been bombarded into the sky, so you want to die of shame. Bai Yi asked with interest, he was now very interested in this reason.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't let go all the time, this bitter monk had lived for so long, even if he hadn't finished taking revenge, it should be almost the same, how could he keep killing people indiscriminately. Originally, Bai Yi thought that this monk was stupid, but now he found that this monk was much smarter than he imagined.

So how could such a smart person suddenly think of dying and seeking liberation? Bai Yi was very interested in this.

"It is because I have seen the benefactor that those who should come will come, and those who should go will go. The monk still couldn't speak clearly, but he felt that the young man in front of him should be able to understand. (To be continued.) )