Guan Ren's upper body is filled with the essence of the three religions in gold paint, densely packed. The left arm is lined with 'gentlemen and people are ...... words, and forbidden is deeds', and the right arm is followed by 'As it is said, it is not desirable, it cannot be said, it is illegal, it is not illegal. Under the neck, it is written, "The movement of the opposite way, the use of the weak way." Everything in the world is born from being, and some are born from nothing. ’

Hu Qingxuan asked, "Girl, what's wrong?"

Hongyao shook his head dumbly, and the Buddha lamp in his hand had been extinguished. She was stupid, she didn't cry or make trouble, she just held the Buddha lamp and didn't speak.

Hu Qingxuan sat down on the chair dejectedly, sighed, and grabbed the wine jug on the table to drink. After a while, he said abruptly: "Girl, people can't be resurrected after death, you have to look away, you are angry, sad, sad, ......"

Hongyao looked at him expressionlessly, it was a pair of sad eyes, gloomy and unable to hold tears, the so-called discouraged thoughts, probably so. Everything in the world is beautiful, and everything doesn't matter. You show her 'the Yangtze River spring water is green and dyed', and you show her 'red apricot branches are in spring', it's not okay, she probably just wants to see the white head.

Qingmo Mountain, wash the inkstone pool.

The woman in white smiled innocently and took the pen.

In the void, someone said, "Little girl, thank you." ”

The woman smiled and nodded, her demeanor was gentle, and her face was serene. The little girl's family actually lived herself into an indisputable old way. She turned gracefully, holding her sleeve with one hand and a pen in the other, and continued to write the word 'Qing' on the wall of the pool.

The little girl's gesture is majestic, the rhyme is lofty, and the old man wishes the girl to set the sun as soon as possible, and the ink is clear. ”

At present, the woman has written all the four walls of the pool with the word 'Qing', and only one word in the lower right corner has not been written. When the little girl heard this, she was not busy filling the vacancy, but turned to the void and bowed to the void, and then turned around again and continued to fill the vacancy. This peace and joy alone is nothing more than the great cultivators of the ancients.

The woman dropped two strokes, and immediately there was a billowing purple gas coming from the east. Tender bamboo shoots gushed out of the ground, and after breaking the ground, they grew wildly, and a crackling sound sounded from jointing. Hundreds of birds swim in the sky in the belly of the mountain, and cry gracefully.

The woman was immersed in her own world, unaware, when the last stroke fell, the bottom of the inkstone pool suddenly gushed out of the clear spring, the ink in the pool became lighter and lighter, and finally became a pool of blue waves.

The people who lived at the foot of the mountain suddenly found that the ink was clear, and they knelt down and bowed, shouting, 'The ink is clear, the saint comes out'.

The woman just smiled softly, and there was not much turmoil in her heart.

Someone in the void laughed and said: "Congratulations to the little girl for writing a proverb and realizing the avenue." The old man took the liberty to ask the girl for a word......"

The woman waved her pen and wrote 'What words?'

"Live. ”

The woman was slightly stunned. The life and death of a person has its own fixed number, and the resurrection of the dead is a great cause and effect.

She stood still for a long time, and finally picked up the pen and wrote down a 'live' word in the air.

"Thank you. ”

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In the world of minds.

Shuzi Liu incarnated as Guanyin Bodhisattva's 'Medicine Master', manifesting the void and absorbing the wishes of all sentient beings.

Guan Ren lay on his back, and his soul shadow became more and more faint, almost transparent. If there is nothing else, it is destined to be impossible to live.

Suddenly, strings of words flowed into the hearts of Guan people, all of which were the essence of the three religions. Guan Ren is dying at the moment, not completely unconscious, but very unconscious. And when a 'living' word flowed through the heart, the dim spirit suddenly brightened up by one or two points.

The raindrops that fall from the sky slowly converge into a trickle and flow into Guan Ren's body.

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It was getting late, and Guan Ren's body was laid flat on the bed. Hongyao was guarding the bedside, still holding the Buddha lamp that had long been extinguished in his arms, looking at Guan Ren's face stupidly, expressionless, not speaking, and not crying.

The housekeeper gathered a few side dishes that she liked to eat, not because she was hungry, but because she was afraid that she would be sad and sad, so he used this to distract her.

Hongyao ignored it, didn't even turn his head, and let him try his lips and tongue, but he couldn't persuade him.

Hu Qingxuan reached out to take the Buddha headlamp in his arms, he didn't dare to take it with brute force, and he tried several times but couldn't do it, so he had to give up. Then he sighed and said with concern: "Girl, if you say something, cry if you want to cry." You are like this, so that my uncle feels distressed......."

Hongyao looked at him, his eyes were cold, his voice was hoarse after not speaking for a long time, and he said indifferently: "I hate! One hates myself for being useless, the second hates my uncle for refusing to make a move, and the third hates Uncle Zi Liu's ruthlessness." ”

Hu Qingxuan sighed again, and then lowered his eyes and was silent.

Zhang Hunt came after leaving the customs and asked everyone what had happened.

Hongyao looked at Guan Ren blankly, didn't look back, and said indifferently: "My man is dead." ”

Zhang Zhanri couldn't react for a while, but when he saw Guan Ren lying on the bed, he couldn't hear the sound of breathing, and exclaimed, "You said Brother Guan?"

No one answered him.

Zhang Hunti frowned, "It's so decent, why is it all of a sudden...... Dead?"

But no one answered him.

Zhang Hunti patted Hongyao's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "When are you going to take revenge, just let me know." ”

Hu Qingxuan, the ancestor of the demon clan, immediately raised his head and scolded: "Get out, why don't you think things are messy enough?"

When Hongyao heard this, his dim eyes lit up and were full of coldness.

Zhang Hunti replied to Hu Qingxuan: "It is the clan rule of the Zhang family to protect the human race. In the Demon Land, he is the only one of his kindred, and I have to give him a head. ”

Hu Qingxuan glanced at him and snorted angrily: "If it weren't for the friendship with your ancestors, Lao Tzu would have to slap you to death with one palm." ”

The two of them were in a daze, and Hongyao suddenly got up and left.

Hu Qingxuan grabbed the red medicine and said hurriedly: "Girl, where are you going?"

"Go to Partridge Mountain and kill Uncle Liu. ”

Hu Qingxuan glared at Zhang Zhanri, obviously blaming him for reminding him of Hongyao's revenge, and then persuaded: "Girl, with your current Taoism, you can't beat that kid." ”

Hongyao looked at him coldly, and said resolutely: "If you can't find revenge, you can still seek death." Uncle, please get out of the way. ”

Hu Qingxuanqiang smiled: "What are you talking about, you are the future ...... of the demon clan , even if you lend him 10,000 guts, he dares to touch you?"

Hongyao sneered: "I don't live for the demon clan, I give myself a life, I've lived enough now, you get out of the way." ”

Hu Qingxuan refused, still grabbed Hongyao's wrist, and said in a soft voice: "Girl, my uncle promised your father that he would take good care of you......"

When Hongyao heard the word 'father', she suddenly cried bitterly, and she couldn't stop crying, as if she was going to break the liver and intestines, she broke Hu Qingxuan's hand, looked at him, and choked up: "Your apprentice is dead, do you know it." Hu Qingxuan, your apprentice, he's dead. Shouldn't you be sad? Should you kill your uncle Liu and avenge your apprentice? He respects you, you steal wine, he scolds you for you, he says that although you don't have the name of master and apprentice, there is the reality of master and apprentice. Now he's dead......."

Hongyao cried and cried, and suddenly fainted, Hu Qingxuan hurriedly picked her up and placed her in another room.