The upper body of Guan Ren is covered with the essence of the three religions in gold paint. On the left arm, there is a line of 'the gentleman and the Taoist are words, and the prohibition is ...... to the deeds', and the right arm is followed by a line of 'as it is said, it is not desirable, it cannot be said, it is illegal, it is not illegal', and under the neck it is written 'the movement of the opposite Tao, and the use of the weak Tao'. 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 and grabbed the wine jug on the table to drink. After a while, he sighed and said: "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.

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

A voice praised from nowhere: "The girl's gesture is magnificent, the rhyme is lofty, the old man wishes you an early sunset, and the ink river 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 around and bowed to the void, and then turned around again and continued to fill the vacancy. This peace and joy alone, although the great cultivators of the ancients, are also.

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 there was a series of crackling jointing sounds, and hundreds of birds in the belly of the mountain swam in the sky, crying gracefully.

The woman is immersed in her own world, unaware, when the last stroke falls, the bottom of the inkstone pool suddenly gushes out of the clear spring, the ink in the pool is getting lighter and lighter, and finally clear into a pool of blue waves.

The woman just smiled softly, without much wave

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

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 of asking 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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Thinking about the world.

Shuzi Liu transformed into Guanyin Bodhisattva's 'Medicine Master Phase', sitting in the void and absorbing the wishes of all sentient beings.

Guan Ren lay on his back on the ground, his soul becoming more and more faint, almost transparent. If there is no accident, 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. He was still on his deathbed, 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 lying flat on the bed. Hongyao stayed by the bedside, still holding the Buddha lamp that had long been extinguished in his arms, looking at Guan Ren's face stupidly, expressionless, not talking, and not crying.

The housekeeper Zhang 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 look back, 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 that I am useless, the second hates my uncle for refusing to make a move, and the third hates the ruthlessness of Uncle Ziliu's subordinates." ”

Hu Qingxuan wanted to say something, but choked in his throat, sighed, and then lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Zhang Hunt came after leaving the customs, and when he saw that everyone's faces were not good, he asked what was wrong.

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?"

Still no one answered him.

Zhang Zhanri patted Hongyao's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "When will you go to take revenge, just inform me." ”

Hu Qingxuan, the ancestor of the demon clan, immediately scolded: "Get out, you still don't think it's messy enough?"

Hongyao listened, but his dim eyes lit up, full of cold light.

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 fiercely, obviously blaming him for reminding him of Hongyao's revenge, and then persuaded: "Girl, with your current way, 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 holding Hongyao's wrist, and said in a soft voice: "Girl, my uncle promised your father to 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 her 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? Shouldn't you go and kill Uncle Liu and avenge your apprentice? He respects you. You steal wine, and he scolds you for it. He said that although there is no name of master and apprentice among you, there is the reality of master and apprentice. But now, he's dead......."

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