There are very few wars in the human countries on the West Niuhe Continent, because the aura is abundant and there are many spirits, so there are many demons, and it is already very hard for human beings to survive in this crack, and where do they have the heart to provoke wars.

When the Bhikshu Kingdom was first built, it was just a small city, called the Bhikshu City. At that time, there was only a city lord, not a king.

The reason why it is called Bhikshu City is because the original city lord was indeed a bhikshu.

It is precisely because of some cultivation that he can establish a foothold and build a city in this Xiniu Hezhou, where natural disasters and demons are continuous.

It is rumored that he was originally able to be a Buddha, but then I don't know what happened, which caused him to break down the door and return to the red dust.

The first generation of the city lord of the year had immeasurable powers, and at the beginning of the city's construction, he killed all directions, and all the demons around the city were cleared up.

After 150 years of reigning in the city of bhikshus, the city has grown from a small city to a country of 300,000 people.

Until the time limit came, on the night before the death of the immortal, the old monk, who had not used force for a hundred years, held a bowl in his hand, and then collected the demons and evils, and vowed to protect the peace of the bhikshu country for another two hundred years.

And set up a rule, and cut off the way for the Shamen to collect incense at the Bhikshu National Dojo.

Time flies, the bhikshu kingdom has been passed down for three generations after the first city lord, and the country has been established for more than five generations, although there is still poverty, but everyone lives in peace, and there is no complaint about the bhikshu royal family.

It is impossible for this world to be so peaceful in the world where there are no demons and demons, and only in the mythical world where the human race needs to huddle together for warmth and fight against demons can it enjoy three hundred years of national glory without decay.

Nowadays, there are millions of bhikshus in the country, and the city has expanded one circle after another, and even the corners of the city are surrounded by many villages, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are prosperous.

......

"Sir. ”

Li Qingzheng closed his eyes and meditated, and opened his eyes when he heard the sound.

Wutong was dressed in a Taoist robe, with long hair tied into a bun, dressed as a child, and sat cross-legged on a small futon at this time, but it seemed that there were ants crawling all over his body, and his face was full of discomfort.

Li Qing glanced at it and closed it, the old god was saying, "What's wrong?"

"Sir, you only tell me to meditate and concentrate all day long, when will you be able to pass on my magical powers?"

"Do you worship me as a gentleman just to learn spells?"

"Not at first. ”

"That's what it is now?"

Wutong bit his lip, his face was stubborn, and he didn't speak.

"Why?" asked Li Qing.

"At first, I just thought that Mr. had a university question, and Wutong wanted to know what the outside world was like. ”

"It's a good thing to be inquisitive. And now?"

Wutong rolled over from the futon and got up, bowed to the ground, "Ask Mr. to teach Wutong spells!"

"Do you know why people often say that the law does not pass on the six ears?"

Sycamore knocked his head three times and did not speak.

Li Qing was dressed in Taoist clothes, and his demeanor was serene, "Carrying a sharp weapon, the murderous intent arises spontaneously." If you don't have a firm Dao heart to control it, you will inevitably kill for no reason and sink into the sea of right and wrong. ”

Wutong didn't speak, just kept kowtowing, and his forehead was already bruised, and he was about to ooze blood.

Li Qing flicked his sleeves, Wutong couldn't bow anymore, so he had to straighten up and look at the gentleman who was still with his eyes closed.

"Why do you want to study the Fa?"

"Subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

"People are humane, and demons are also born and raised, and they have their own ways, so why do you have to get rid of them?"

"I want to avenge Daddy!"

"The revenge of killing my father is indeed incompatible. Li Qing bowed, "Then what about after you descended this demon?"

Sycamore's hate-filled eyes became dazed, "Sycamore doesn't know. ”

"Cultivators pay attention to the tranquility of the spiritual platform, you are resolute, but full of anger, or follow the teacher to cultivate for ten years, and when the anger is cleaned, then pass on your spells. ”

"Then won't my father's revenge be avenged?"

"Then ask your heart, and when your heart is settled and you think about it, you will naturally understand. ”

......

Li Qing still didn't pass on the Wutong spell, but just taught her to collect qi every day and think about it, fasting and purifying her mind.

Time keeps flowing, Wutong seems to have really forgotten his hatred, restored the innocence of some children, will also go down to the river to catch fish, will also hide Li Qing's wine gourd, and do some pranks from time to time.

But she is still very serious when she cultivates, although she doesn't know what to do, but these foundation-building efforts are polishing her spiritual will all the time, accumulating spiritual power in her body, constantly turning into a foundation accumulation, and consolidating her Dao foundation.

"Sister, A-Niang said that she was going to the Thousand Buddha Temple to offer incense, are you going?" A little boy ran in and changed into new clothes, which was rare and clean.

"Don't go!" Wutong meditated with his eyes closed, not opening his eyes to see.

As the days of cultivation went on, Wutong's shadow became more and more like Li Qing.

Li Qing was holding a book and reading, and at this time he interjected, "Little stone, is there still a Buddhist temple in this bhikshu country?"

The bear child named Little Stone saw that there was something Li Qing didn't know, so he straightened his small chest and said proudly with his head held high, "That Thousand Buddha Temple is famous, do you know why it is called Thousand Buddha Temple?"

Li Qing shook his head honestly, "I don't know." ”

"I don't know about this, because there are many people in that Buddhist temple who have become Buddhas. Xiao Shi looked at Li Qing with disgust, "It is said that the big monks in that temple are all very capable, and they also caught a big tiger as a Dharma protector beast!"

Wutong suddenly opened his eyes and glared at the little stone, "As far as you know, you can! A-Niang wants to take you to Shangxiang, why are you still running here? Do you want to be beaten?"

Xiaoshi ran away, ran to the steps in front of the Taoist temple and stopped, made a grimace at Wutong, twisted his buttocks, looked at Wutong's face was black, and hurriedly slipped away.

"Didn't the Bhikshu Kingdom not allow the Shamen Sect to set up a dojo here? How could there be a Buddhist temple?" Li Qing asked.

"Is there still this rule?" Wutong was also full of doubts, and then pouted, "But this Thousand Buddha Temple is only in vain, this Buddhist Temple has only been built for less than a hundred years, where are the Thousand Buddhas? ”

Li Qing sighed, sure enough, the years are ruthless, but more than a hundred years have passed, and future generations have forgotten the rules and have not mentioned this stubble again, "You are still young, you don't have to meditate in the temple all day long, and it is also a good thing to go out for a walk with your aunt." ”

Wutong didn't answer, and after a long while, he suddenly asked, "Sir, if there is a vicious tiger eating people, what should I do?"

"Although the flow of beasts kills for the sake of subsistence, we are born as human beings, and if we are within our power, we will kill things. ”

"And what if someone descends on the evil tiger and does not kill it?"

"Everyone has their own considerations, but being able to stop the hungry tiger from continuing to do evil is also a contribution. ”

"But the nature of the evil tiger is difficult to change, or it is fierce from time to time, should this evil result be counted on the head of the tiger or on the head of the man?"

Li Qing groaned.

Seeing that Li Qing did not answer, Wutong continued to ask, "This person has descended an evil tiger, which is a good deed, and he cannot be resentful because he has not finished eliminating evil, but he has committed a crime by arsoning with the tiger, which is a sin, and how should the merit and demerits be settled? And what about the evil tiger, and why is it supported by the people for free?"

Li Qing stood still, standing in place, looking at Wutong.

Wutong was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, staring at Li Qing seriously with a pair of eyes, "Sir, you often say that cultivators want the Lingtai to be pure and hateful, Wutong is confused and complicated, please teach me!"

It was quiet in the temple.

Wutong looked at Li Qing stubbornly and refused to bow his head.

"Ask your heart. Li Qing hadn't touched the sword's hand for a long time, but at this time, he rubbed the hilt of the sword, his eyes lit up, and his voice was sonorous, "Ask about your sword!"

Sure enough, it is the sycamore that falls to the west wind!

What a sycamore!