Huangshi Mountain tea stall, today's business of this tea stall is very good, before noon this tea stall is full of people, from the dress can distinguish the way of the guests, some coarse cloth clothes holding a blade should be in a hurry to rest the Jianghu guests, some wearing monk robes should be the little monk who came to the mountain Pushan Temple to burn incense, wearing a Taoist robe should be the famous Wudang Mountain on the rivers and lakes of the little master, the other tables are not old but arrogant should also be born famous and decent disciples.

Among the guests, there was one person who looked out of place, this person was dressed in a purple dress, with sword eyebrows and handsome eyes, a face full of indifference, handsome and abnormal, and his temples were full of white hair.

Di Yantian stretched out his hand and broke off a piece of steamed bread and put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and took a sip of tea on the table from time to time, as if he liked this atmosphere very much.

The other tables were not as quiet as him, and several sturdy men on the other side were chatting while drinking tea, and one of them said: Have you heard? Fan Lingyun's "Three Absolute Swords" are still in the hands of a boy who doesn't know martial arts, and many people have rushed over, if they can take down that kid, the "Three Absolute Swords" will be in hand.

A person on the side waved his hand and said: Nonsense, the rivers and lakes are all boiling, who can not know, but I have heard that Di Yantian said that no one can move the "Three Absolute Swords", and if you want me to say that this treasure is not easy to take, maybe it will be hot.

The man before said disdainfully: What else should I be, Di Yantian also has a little face in Beiliang, who takes him seriously in other places, this Southern Chu is still the world of the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion can try it without speaking, besides, it is the "Three Absolute Swords" Who doesn't want it in the world, no one will be angry, if you want me to say, let's try it, if you can't get it, forget it, in case you get it.

Di Yantian drank all the tea in the cup, got up, put down a few pennies on the table, and said: You can't go.

After speaking, he stretched out his hand, got up and walked out, and several burly men on the side slowly fell to the ground, and a blood mark was clearly visible on his neck.

The other people in the tea stall immediately got up and ran quickly, and after examining the wounds, everyone immediately surrounded Di Yantian, and a small Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe came out and said: You are so vicious, you actually killed people in broad daylight.

Di Yantian said coldly: Didn't you kill people during the day, get out, I'm in a bad mood today.

A few little monks bowed their heads and chanted the scriptures, and a young man came out and said: What a madman, you are unlucky to meet us today, we are in addition to you for the martial arts, and it is a big harm for us to report your name, and the young master's subordinates will not kill the nameless.

Di Yantian sighed and said: Looking for death, Di Yantian said that his figure was fluttering, and he walked slowly forward through the crowd and said as he walked: I went to see a monk today, so you little monks saved their lives, how far and how far to roll.

Di Yantian walked forward, and everyone except for a few little monks slowly fell to the ground, and without exception, there was an extra blood mark on their necks.

A few little monks stood on the spot, not to go, not to stay, according to the Buddhist principle they should chant the scriptures for the dead, but just now the man said, "How far and how far to roll"

After a stick of incense, four messengers carried a sedan chair to the tea stall, a man came out of the sedan chair, the man was dressed as an official, but his face was painted with some fat powder, what caught the eye was the man's palm that was much wider than ordinary people and the iron chain with the thickness of ordinary people's arms around his waist.

The man walked down and stretched out his hand in front of his nose and waved, saying, "What a terrible smell of blood."

The errand officer on the side said helplessly: Don't care about this, let's take a look, and then everyone will go back to the errand.

The man sighed helplessly, walked past each corpse, turned back to the sedan chair and said: Let's go, go back.

The officer asked, "You're done, and the body is moved back?"

The man shook his head and said: It's not under our control, and we can't control it, so ask a few people to notify Wudang, Qingcheng, Shuijingmen, and Luoyue Mountain, and say that their disciple was killed here, as for the murderer.

The man fell into thought, and the officer immediately stepped forward and asked: Who did the murderer say?

The man thought for a while and said: I can't think of it, just find a poor person to carry this black cauldron, and say that the murderer is Di Yantian.

The officer scratched his head and asked, "Will this work?"

The man waved his hand and said: Don't worry, no matter what bad things come to him, someone will believe it, and no one dares to go to him, so be it, go back and hand it over, I don't want to stay in this place for a moment.

The man turned around and walked into the sedan chair, and the four servants lifted the sedan chair and returned the same way, and the man didn't expect that he would just find the real murderer by himself.

Di Yantian walked into Pushan Temple, went straight to a remote courtyard, pushed open the door and walked in, there were some flower pots in the courtyard, which was empty, there was a vegetable garden on the side, and there were a lot of green vegetables growing vigorously in the courtyard.

Di Yantian walked to the front of the room and stretched out his hand to push open the door and walked in, the room was a little dark, an old monk sat on a futon, Di Yantian walked in front of the old monk and sat down.

The old monk suddenly smiled and said: I haven't seen you for a long time, why did you have to come to me today.

Di Yantian said: If you are in a bad mood, I will come to you for enlightenment.

The old monk smiled and said: You are the most unruly person in the rivers and lakes, it stands to reason that you should be the most free person in the world, why are you still unhappy?

Di Yantian sighed and said: There is something in my heart, and my body is sick.

The old monk shook his head and said, "Why don't you try to rest assured of the obsession in your heart."

Di Yantian asked: How to put it down?

The old monk shook his head and said, "Do you want to ask yourself?"

Di Yantian frowned and said: If I know what I am still looking for you for, you have read Buddhist scriptures all your life and taught others the truth for half your life, but you can't solve the confusion and obsession in my heart, you are a little unworthy of your name.

The old monk waved his hand and said: It's just a false name, don't do it, your obsession is different from others.

Di Yantian asked: What is the difference between obsession?

The old monk smiled and said: If you come to me because you have just killed someone and are uneasy, I can help you, but you came for the matter between you and Xiao Hanyi, I can't help it.

Di Yantian sneered: I kill people every day, and I never have any anxiety about killing people, but she is different, she is my everything, and I can even put down my sword for her.

The old monk nodded and said: I know, but you still have to understand the truth that the past is over.

Di Yantian shook his head slowly, and the old monk sighed and said: Alas, obsession, everyone has obsession, some people are for power, some people are for money, to put it bluntly, the world's obsession and greed are the mainstay, no matter how advanced the Dharma is, it can only persuade people to let go, but that obsession is like a mountain and an abyss, especially if it can be moved away overnight.

Di Yantian said: I don't care about what you say.

The old monk said: So I can't solve your obsession, others are trapped by obsession, tripping, locked, I can guide him, untie the stumbling, unlocking, he listened, he realized and came out, but you are obsessed, but you have to hold tightly, dead or alive will not let go, not that I don't help you solve, but you don't want to solve at all.

Di Yantian whispered: I have already let go of her once, and I will definitely not let go of her a second time.

The old monk smiled and asked, "Where is she?" Is she still in your hands?

Di Yantian was stunned, yes, where is she? She is in the Heavenly Demon Palace, she is in Lingbo City, she can be everywhere in the world, but she has nothing to do with herself, since she is not in her hands, what is she holding in her hands.

The old monk glanced at Di Yantian and said: What you hold is the heart you can't let go of her, the idea that you don't want to have nothing to do with her anymore, and the last hope that you pray for her to come back, and you feel that if you let go, you really have nothing to do with her.

Di Yantian sighed and said: You old monk also understands feelings, but you are right.

The old monk suddenly asked: Have you ever wondered if Fan Lingyun would be angry about this matter for so many years?

Di Yantian was stunned, he had never thought about it, sighed and replied: No.

The old monk nodded and said, "I don't think he will."

Di Yantian asked in surprise: Why?

The old monk smiled: Because you are different, he is a person who will choose to escape as soon as he encounters something that cannot be solved, but you will try your best to solve it, he doesn't care about this time when he escapes more, and you have only escaped once in your life, so you will be haunted by this time.

Di Yantian sighed and said: But I escaped this time and lost the person I care about the most, it's ridiculous.

The old monk suddenly asked with some doubts: Why do I think that the sharpest sword in this world is about to break?

Di Yantian sneered: You think too much.

The old monk sighed and said, "I hope so."

Di Yantian slowly got up and walked to the door to open the door, suddenly turned his head and smiled slightly and said: Every time I talk to you, I will be a lot happier.

The old monk smiled and said: You are not a person who can listen to others, why do you feel like this?

Di Yantian smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed at the old monk and said: Because your dilapidated house is too dark, and you are a noisy person, every time you push open the door, the light makes me feel as if I have been reborn.

The old monk smiled and said, "Since it helps, you can come often."

Di Yantian nodded and said: I will, by the way, what about the little monk?

The old monk sighed and said: I went down the mountain to practice, that kid likes martial arts and doesn't like Buddhism, and it is not good for him to lock him up in this mountain.

Di Yantian nodded and said: It makes sense, that kid has a good talent, maybe in a few years he will become a new myth and legend, and then your master will also become famous.

The old monk chuckled and said, "It's the first time you've given such a high evaluation to a person."

Di Yantian smiled and said: He deserves it, I should also go, when I finish everything, I will come back to see you, maybe my heart knot has been untied by then, I will also give you a lesson, let you try others to make noise in front of you, how do you feel.

The old monk nodded and said: Wait for the master, I will definitely listen to it when the time comes.

Di Yantian walked out of the door, closed the door gently, and turned to leave, as if he walked up the mountain step by step, he walked down the mountain step by step again, the old monk was kind to him, and he was the only person in this world who could make him respect.

After Emperor Yantian left, the old monk sighed and said: Emperor boy, you should have never deceived people, your acting skills are really clumsy, do you want to run this time, or are you ready to face it? You can change the world, but you can't change your stubborn heart, I hope that after you have a big event, I can still see you, the sharpest sword in the world.

The old monk slowly got up and walked to the door, pushed open the door and looked at the flower pots and vegetable fields in the courtyard, smiled and said: When people are old, they have to have someone to serve them, and the kid Shengxuan is gone, and I don't even have a person to clean up.

The old monk bowed in the direction of the main hall and said: I hope the Buddha will bless the boy of Shengxuan safely, and I don't point to him for any fame, I just hope that he can be safe and sound.

The old monk stretched out his hand and pressed it on his waist, slowly straightened his upper body, and suddenly said with a proud face: If the things that my old monk did were spread, I am afraid that I would have become famous all over the world, after all, I was the one who directed Fan Lingyun's martial arts, showed Di Yantian the way, and taught Luo Hanyi the truth.

There was a soft sound from the old monk's waist, and the old monk said "oops", slowly bent his straight back again, sighed and said: Old, old, can't move, let's go back and lie down obediently.