The nameless smiled slightly, nodded and called Fan Yu: "Donor, you have seen it, this child's kung fu, I am afraid that there is no second person in this world." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The gray-haired old man tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded slowly: "Yes, I have never seen such a light person." ”

"So, the donor is relieved?" asked Nameless with a smile.

The old man with the gray hair was really convinced at this time: "Since my debut, I have never met an opponent, and the master is the first person to defeat me." ”

Nameless was slightly surprised: "First person, I didn't expect me to be so honored." It's just that the donor hasn't met an opponent since his debut, but I'm surprised. There are many talented people among these beams, and the donor's skill is indeed the only one to see in an unknown life. ”

The pale-haired old man's face was gloomy, and he shook his head gently: "There are mountains outside the mountains, there are people outside the people, I can defeat in your hands, it is my great honor------ after this defeat, it is the best lesson for me, I always thought that I was invincible in the world, and I will inevitably have pride in my heart, and the master's palm is good, and I will wake up from my arrogance." From this day on, I will guard against arrogance and rashness, and seriously reflect on my own mistakes. ”

"Not only are the donors extremely proficient, but they are also extremely good at learning from their own failures, which is not something that everyone can do. Nameless suddenly remembered something, "Donor, why did you go to the abbot?"

The old man was silent for a while, and then he spoke: "I heard that the abbot of Fuxian Temple passed away, I have known the abbot of Fuxian Temple many years ago, and I originally wanted to inquire about the abbot last night to inquire about the cause of the matter, and I don't want the master to be in the abbot------ those words reached my ears, I don't want to hear it, what does the master plan to do with me?"

"How can I deal with ------? I'm not the one who holds great power and can kill and take people's lives, so how can I take your own initiative to deal with you? The donor thinks too much, I am just a monk, and the matter of Hongchen cannot be disposed of casually. Donor, I have no name to ask you, what do you think after hearing our conversation?"

"Master ------, why do you ask this, does it matter what I think?" the gray-haired old man muttered.

"If you stay out of it, it doesn't matter, but if you are in it, it's 120,000 points important. Nameless answered him.

The gray-haired old man was silent, the biggest problem he faced at this time was what the unknown master in front of him said, staying out of the matter or being in it. He didn't know if he had been in a quandary all these years. Those things that he didn't want to think about came to his mind one by one at this time.

"Are those innocent people allowed to die unjustly?" the old man's words were full of bitterness.

"A drink and a peck, it is not predetermined, there is a cause to have an effect, if you do not plant the antecedent, there will be no consequences, can the donor understand the truth of this? ”

"The master wants me to let go of the hatred in my heart ------ let go forever!" asked the old man in a soft voice.

"Exactly!" replied Nameless with a serious nod.

"Let go of the burden I have carried for so many years, how can I let go? Master, if I let go of that burden, what will I gain?" he looked up, his sharp eyes looking at Nameless.

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. ”

"Zen ----," the gray-haired old man smiled bitterly, "in the end, everything will still return to the void." ”

"If the heart is large, the heavens and the earth are in it, and if the heart is narrow, the sand cannot contain it. Donor, I have a fate with Master Ziming in this life, he has a wisdom root, the sky and the earth are empty, and the Dharma is fate---- but he is not fated, naturally he will not escape into the empty door, with my words, the donor is relieved. ”

The pale-haired old man bowed his head and was silent, Fan Yu walked over and gently held his hand, his dark eyes were full of pleading.

"The donor only needs to promise me that there is no murderous intent, and there is no need to worry about the rest. ”

"Master---- how long can you stay in Daliang? a year, two years, ten years, twenty years?" The gray-haired old man raised his head, "Master, have you ever thought of this problem? What will Daliang look like after you leave? That Xiao Yan has no Buddha nature at all, he doesn't understand the Dharma, but he eats and recites Buddha there every day, but he does chilling things behind his back, Master, Buddha nature must be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in order to save everyone---- I don't have killing intent, if he wants to kill me, what should I do?"

"The rivers and mountains are picturesque, the world's famous mountains and rivers are beautiful, after the donor ---- step out, you will find that there are far more places in this world than you think. The donor must be broad-minded in order to see what you should see. Nameless answered him patiently.

"Therefore, you only teach Yu'er light skills, and when he can escape for his life, he can escape far away Master ---- is really attentive. The old man sighed, "My resourcefulness is far inferior to that of the master, I admit defeat---- I promise you that from today onwards, I will not use killing intent." ”

"The donor is really a believer, so the healing method can be used by the donor with confidence. I am nameless and you are also destined to be a person, and I injured you at the right time, and I originally felt guilty and taught you the method of healing, which can be regarded as making up for my mistakes. Nameless said gratefully, "The donor's martial arts are extremely high, you fight alone with those traitors, no one can defeat you, but if they attack in groups, has the donor thought about this result? From today onwards, you must learn to hide your edge, which is the best protection for you." ”

"Thank you for the master's advice, I really have understood everything, and I will keep in mind the master's guidance. Alas---- in the end, those who have passed have passed away, and the living are the most important. The gray-haired old man spoke leisurely for a long time.

"The benefactor is a very clever man, and you and I can face everything that is about to happen. Nameless smiled, at this time he knew that the person in front of him with extremely high martial arts had been ignited by him, and there would be a lot less blood and rain on the rivers and lakes.

The gray-haired old man squatted down and put the sword in his hand in Fan Yu's hand: "This sword is extremely sharp, it has been following me for many years---- now I will hand it over to you, just remember that this sword is easy not to unsheath." ”

Fan Yu stretched out his hand to take the sword and nodded vigorously, at the thought of separating again, his tears finally didn't hold back and flowed down. He suddenly stretched out his arm and hugged the gray-haired old man, refusing to let go.

"Yu'er let go!" he commanded in a low voice.

"When will I see you again?" Fan Yu asked with tears in his eyes.

"----" He didn't know how to answer for a while, but he just reached out and stroked Fan Yu's newly shaved bald head, and he was also reluctant in his heart.

He remembered the words when he talked to him just now, since all the past can be let go, then this kid, he must also let go, thinking of this, he can only ruthlessly push Fan Yu away.

"I'm leaving!" the gray-haired old man couldn't bear to see him crying, and after pushing him away, he quickly turned around.

"Master, I don't know if you and I are destined to meet again in this life---- since you didn't break my identity, then I won't break the identity of the master, say goodbye today, I know what I should do---- Master, take care!"

"Since you have agreed to let go, then you should also understand that your amazing talent will never be known again. Do you regret it?" asked Nameless.

"Amazing talent? Master, doesn't Xiao Ziliang, the king of the Tomb, also have an amazing talent? His amazing talent is known to everyone in the court, so what can he do? He still didn't get what he should get in the end. No one like me knows about it, but it's easy to be at ease. There was a hint of bitterness in the old man's voice, but when he said this, he really let go of the big burden in his heart.

"Nameless, thank you!" said Nameless, sincerely.

The pale-haired old man sighed softly: "I have given up everything that should be given up in this life, and I have given up everything that should not be given up, master---- thank you for enlightening me, what to do, I have my own measure." ”

The donor thought so, and the old monk was relieved. Nameless folded his hands.

"Don't go---- don't go----" Fan Yu wanted to rush up to stop him, but the old man turned his back to him and raised his right hand to stop him.

Nameless stood up, took Fan Yu into his arms, and said to the old man, "With me here, donors don't have to worry too much." ”

The gray-haired old man never looked back, he stood still for a moment, and then walked briskly away from them.

Fan Yu burst into tears, nameless and let him hug him and cry non-stop, he didn't intend to dissuade this child, let him vent well, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

At this time, the big bell in the temple suddenly rang, and Nameless was shocked, unless something major happened, the big bell would not ring casually. He and Fan Yu hurriedly came to the front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, only to see that many monks in the temple were rushing to the Daxiong Treasure Hall at this time.

"Fan, what's going on in the temple?" Ziming saw Fan running over from his side, and hurriedly stopped him and asked.