In the meditation room, Zhao Zhijing and Yilan sat cross-legged on the futon, and on a beast horn copper lamp, a wick the size of a thumb was constantly burning, illuminating the small meditation room. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 With a creak, the closed door was pushed open, and Aunt Ying, dressed in a black robe, stepped into the meditation room. I saw an old monk sitting in the center of the futon in the room, with a silver beard hanging down his chest, and his thick monk's robe was wrapped up to his cheeks, and he was lowering his eyebrows. The four disciples of fishing, wood, ploughing, and reading, as well as several old monks and small novices, stood on both sides. Opposite it was a young man in a white robe.

When the woodcutter saw Aunt Ying coming in, he walked up to the old monk and said, "Master Liu Niangniang has come up to visit the mountain." The old monk nodded slightly, and the pair of slightly closed eyes opened at this moment, and the eyes were unusually bright, looking straight at Aunt Ying, who was still dressed in black clothes at this time, and slowly said, "You are here!"

When I heard this familiar voice, I saw the old monk in a monk's robe in front of me, at this moment, Aunt Ying's mind continued to appear one after another, entering the palace, learning martial arts, meeting Zhou, despair, giving birth to a child, and losing a child The scenes of the past all appeared in front of me, and then I only saw Ai'er with a look of pain and help, although it was a little baby, there seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes, as if he was complaining that his mother did not reduce some pain for him.

A sadness in my heart kept creeping up in my heart, and a crystal tear appeared in my eyes, and a drop of crystal tears fell from my eyes, smashed on the ground, and splashed with crystal tears. This great pain pierced her heart like sharp needles.

The silver-eyed old monk in front of him, even though he had compassion on his face in front of him, was so hateful. She was stiff in her heart, a dagger fell from her sleeve in her hand, and in an instant, Aunt Ying lifted the dagger and stabbed it at Emperor Duan's chest with her wrist.

Seeing this cold knife light coming to his face, Yideng still had compassion on his face, without the slightest defense, sitting cross-legged on the futon, this cold knife light was not the murder weapon that resulted in his life. A touch of relief between his eyebrows seemed to tell everyone that this spather light was like a warm sunshine in his eyes.

A stab went straight into the handle, and a touch of bright red appeared on the monk's robe, and drops of scarlet blood continued to drip from the monk's robe, converging into a small pool of blood on the ground. The four disciples of fishing, wood, ploughing, and reading, who were waiting beside Yideng, showed a look of horror on their faces, and they shouted in unison and grabbed them at the same time.

Ying Gu knew that Emperor Duan was good at martial arts, and this knife might not stab him to death, and when the dagger was on the tip of the flesh, it seemed to be slightly abnormal, and he was going to pull it out and stab it a second time. At this time, Zhao Zhijing, who was sitting in front of Yideng, his face became cold, and he only heard his soft shout: "Aunt Ying, Master Yideng didn't save your child, you stabbed him today, but the cause and effect have already been solved, and this second knife is your fault." ”

When the words fell, I suddenly heard Aunt Ying's exclamation, and the figure jumped up from the side of a lamp and jumped to the side, and the beautiful face that could be vaguely seen was full of horror. Everyone saw that Zhao Zhijing already had a dagger in his hand, which was the one in Aunt Ying's hand.

Looking at Aunt Ying with a frightened face, Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly and said, "Senior Aunt Ying, I have already told you that I am waiting here today just to solve the matter between you." It's not that Master Yideng wiped out your child's life back then, it's just that Master Yideng didn't save him when he saw death, and you don't have any reason to put all this responsibility on Master Yideng. ”

Looking at Aunt Ying, whose face had become soothed at this time, Zhao Zhijing continued: "We will not say the source of all this, you have already stabbed a lamp master at this time, and everything should disappear." As for the matter between Master Zhou and you, I will help you solve it, what do you think of your opinion today. ”

Ying Gu looked at a lamp in a monk's robe at this time, and saw that he was still looking at herself as gently as before, the previous sentence "You are here!" was still so soft, she had always only remembered that Emperor Duan did not save her son's life, and her heart was full of resentment, and at this moment, she thought of his benefits with a knife and suddenly trembled in her heart, and said: "Yideng, our matter is over here, I will not come to you again." ”

When the words fell, she, dressed in a black robe, had already turned around and walked quickly to the meditation room, only to hear her footsteps gradually disappear and finally be silent. Everyone looked at each other in amazement, but they were silent. Zhao Zhijing stepped out, and he had already come from the futon to Yideng's body, and the slender fingers, like a bolt of lightning, were lit on Yideng's chest, and the blood that was slowly flowing was stopped at this moment. One hand on Yideng's wrist, and after a while, he said: "Master Yideng's is fine, as long as he cultivates for a few days." ”

A few days later, Zhao Zhijing sat on a lying cow stone next to the ancient temple, a golden light shot from the eastern sky, wisps of purple gas hovered in the sky, Zhao Zhijing, who closed his eyes tightly, only saw the sound of swallowing and vomiting from his mouth and nose, and wisps of purple gas that were difficult to see with the naked eye were inhaled by Zhao Zhijing.

Zhao Zhijing, who was immersed in his body, kept appearing in Zhao Zhijing's mind with big purple characters. "Heaven and earth are three talents, and all three talents have three treasures. There are three treasures in the sky, the sun, the moon, and the stars, and the earth has three treasures, water, fire, and wind, and people have three treasures, gods, qi, and essence. ”

"The three treasures of man are indispensable, if one treasure is missing, he will die, and the three treasures of man are divided into nature and nature. The three innate treasures are the original spirit, the vitality, and the essence. The three treasures of the day after tomorrow are the knowledge of the gods, the breath of breath, and the sympathetic essence. The scriptures continued to flow in Zhao Zhijing's mind, like warm rivers, nourishing his heart and body.

"Boom!" a bell rang in the ancient temple, like a huge mountain rock falling into the calm lake, splashing huge waves and ripples, breaking all the calm and evoking all new life. After this grand bell rang, the red sun rose with a wheel of laughter, and suddenly the abbot's red light shone on the world.

Zhao Zhijing, who was sitting on the lying cow stone, slowly opened his closed eyes, and when those dark eyes were revealed, it seemed that even the sunlight in the sky had become dim, and the eyeballs that were like black grapes sucked the sunlight into his eyes. The next moment, Zhao Zhijing's eyes became unusual, as if the previous moment was just a dream.

Zhao Zhijing, who stood up from the Lying Niu Stone, looked at the red sun in the eastern sky, a smile appeared on his face, and an extraordinary momentum emanated from his body, and even the little insect that had been chirping beside him stopped singing. (To be continued.) )