Mo Xian and Xie Cao'er rushed all the way to Yuxian Sect, the two of them saw the demeanor of the masters in the world, Xie Cao'er's heart floated, if only she could be so strong, in her heart, she unconsciously had a pursuit of strength.

Mo Xian also has this kind of mentality, but he is much better, after all, he is not reading in vain for half a year in the Tibetan scripture building, he knows that it is not a day's work, and he faintly feels that there may be hidden dangers in the excessive pursuit of strength, because in the Taoist scriptures he reads, he never takes strength as the primary goal, but chacha cha Tao pursues weakness, weakness is better than strength, what is the mystery in it.

"If only I had that much strength. Xie Cao'er sighed.

Mo Xian didn't have a recollection at first, and after thinking about it, he realized that Xie Cao'er was talking about what he encountered on the edge of the swamp a few days ago, and he smiled: "You will have it, how long have you been cultivating, how many years have they cultivated, just say that bamboo leaf sword, when you became famous, your father was not born." ”

"That's right, I'm just expressing some emotion, and I'll definitely be like them in the future. Xie Cao'er clenched her little fist and cheered herself up.

"For some reason, I always felt something was wrong. Mo Xian hesitated for a moment and said.

"What do you mean?"

"I think that although they have strong combat effectiveness, they are somewhat contrary to the truth of the books of the sages that I have read in the Tibetan Scripture Building for more than half a year. Mo Xian said.

Xie Cao'er listened: "Maybe you misunderstood, although I don't read books, I also know that everything in the world is not respectful, we cultivators are stronger than the people in the world, so we can arbitrarily override the world, just take this time, we are as high as Gongzi Rui in front of mortals, and we are not respectful to us." ”

Mo Xian shook his head and said: "The world is the opinion of the world, the cultivator pursues longevity, not the pursuit of power, power is just the product of the process of seeking the Tao, through the protection of the body and refining the demons, Buddhism also said, all beings are equal, since they are equal, how can the strong be respected." ”

"But most monks are in pursuit of power, and practitioners don't have extraordinary power, so what are they doing? Xie Cao'er said disapprerovingly.

Mo Xian surrendered first: "Okay, I'll just say my opinion, I can't finish talking about you, we won't fight." ”

Xie Cao'er glanced at Mo Xian cautiously and stuck out her tongue: "Senior brother, don't be angry, you're right." ”

"Don't be disagreeable, I'm not angry, it's just my immature thoughts, it's not early, let's find a family to stay overnight, and it's not too late to leave tomorrow." ”

The sun had set in the west, and they saw a village in the distance, with smoke curling, and they quickened their pace, and although they could spend the night in the wilderness, they were willing to stay with someone's house.

Staying in a peasant household at night, the farmer's family is not rich, the people are very simple, Mo Xian chatted with them after dinner, and overheard that there is a family of three more than ten miles away in this place, all of them are Buddhist monks, and the peasant family said that they are very high.

Mo Xian only smiled slightly after hearing this, Xie Cao'er was even more disdainful, but she didn't reveal it, Mo Xian looked at her and said that rural people have no knowledge, just a layman, and he is not a high monk, he will probably coax people and deceive the countrymen.

Go to bed very early at night, the sky is still a little bright, just wash and sleep, after all, people are very poor, can not light the lamp, do not light the lamp, after all, sesame oil still needs money.

Mo Xian sat in the dark, and along the way, he began to refine the dragon rope, which was the spider silk that remained in the thunder fire, because it was refined by the thunder fire, saving Mo Xian a very important process, otherwise, with Mo Xian's current deeds, he would not be able to refine the spider silk into a dragon rope at all.

What Mo Xian does is to sense the physical properties in it and give full play to the physical properties.

Mo Xian refined this dragon rope with his mind, and he found that although the toxicity of this dragon rope has been removed, the toxic memory is still there, in a word, the dragon rope binds people, the toxic memory will play a role, and the bound person is weak, just like poisoning.

In addition, there is also stickiness, although after the baptism of thunder and fire, the spider silk is grasped in the hand, and there is no stickiness at all, but the stickiness in the physical properties is exerted, and the bound object will be like a small insect in the spider silk, and it cannot be got rid of at all.

There is also a physical property, which is not possessed by the spider silk itself, but given by the thunder fire, if it is sacrificed, the fine fragments of electric light are entangled, and as soon as a person is hit by the electric light, the body is immediately paralyzed.

These three physical properties are all about taking people instead of killing people, refining into a dragon binding rope is really correct, Mo Xian thought of the Qianyang Bead of the Blood Demon Spider, and sighed in his heart, I don't know what kind of situation the Qianyang Bead is, originally this kind of bead is the treasure of the incarnation outside the refining body, but at least it is possible to the Yin God Realm.

After most of the night's purchasing, today is almost done, Mo Xian coiled the spider silk on his left arm, and continued to recuperate, the dragon rope will gradually rise as his skills deepen, and finally rise from the magic weapon to the magic weapon, in the meantime, he can't help but refine with his mind, which is also the reason why he must have spider silk.

The next morning, Xie Cao'er put down a piece of silver, and the two set off again.

I didn't feel more than ten miles, the two were walking, and suddenly heard a noisy murmur in front of them, it turned out to be a young man who committed suicide and was rescued, and everyone persuaded him to no avail, and when he was exhausted, someone shouted: "Go, let a monk enlighten him!"

When Mo Xian heard it, it was the layman that the peasant farmers talked about last night, and I heard that he was a layman, he was a layman, and his son and daughter-in-law were also laymen.

A layman, according to Buddhism, is a person who practices at home.

Mo Xian inquired about the situation, Xie Cao'er was also very curious, mixed in with everyone, it turned out to be like this.

The young man woke up and said, "Thank you." But it didn't take much effort to save me, I had made up my mind not to live anymore. If you don't die today, you will have to end it tomorrow. ”

Everyone persuaded for a long time, but he still said this, but everyone couldn't, so they had to come to Yifan's house, and after listening to it, Yifan sighed: "I really can't stop you." But I want to ask, have you paid all your debts?"

The man wondered: "Although my family is poor, I have enough food and clothing, and I have not borrowed money. ”

A layman slowly spoke: "If you borrow your life from your parents, you will owe them a debt to your parents, if you borrow food, clothing, and use from heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, you will owe a debt to heaven and earth, and if you borrow your knowledge and wisdom from your husband, you will owe a debt to your husband." There are so many debts like this in this life, have you paid them all?"

The man was amazed and said, "So I am indeed in debt." But I don't know how to pay it back?"

Yifan Jushi smiled and said, "What's so difficult about this? Just two words are enough." ”

The man was bewildered, and said, "Please give me advice." ”

Yifan Jushi smiled lightly again: "It's just the word 'cherish'." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, pondered for a while, and bowed a few times to Yifan layman: "I understand, I am really guilty of suicide, people in the world, everything comes from others, I will live well, for myself and for others." ”

Yifan Jushi nodded with a smile.

Mo Xian and Xie Cao'er saw this scene, and unconsciously fell into contemplation, Mo Xian grew up in the Yama Palace, and sometimes felt a kind of cold air to the bones, in the Yama Palace, there is no humanity at all, and people are trained to kill machines, and they are used to seeing death, and then they are not assassinating a person, father and son are fighting for death, leaving the chance of survival to each other, Mo Xian was shocked to realize that there is true love in the world.

From the perspective of a mortal, he bought a house and blended into the mortals, like a wounded beast, hiding in the corner, secretly looking at the lights of the mortal family, and feeling a trace of warmth in the mortal world.

It is this warmth that distinguishes Mo Xian from other killers, and has not become a machine that only knows how to kill, so the words of Yifan Jushi to enlighten young people seem to be to say to him, Mo Xian glanced at Xie Cao'er lightly, he has Luru, he has a latent child, he has Xie Cao'er, and many people, they are all caring about him with action, as Yifan Jushi said, his life can not be thrown away, he has to repay debts, only the word "cherish".

From another angle, Mo Xian felt that the world was full of love, in the previous perspective, his eyes were gray, and the people were gray and bloody.

But Xie Cao'er thought of her parents and her relatives.

Everyone dispersed, Mo Xian and Xie Cao'er looked very abrupt, Yifan lay did not feel strange, and greeted the two: "Two donors, go to the burrow and sit down." ”

Mo Xian didn't think about it at all, and replied casually: "Okay!"

As soon as the words came out, he found that something was wrong, and he was unprepared, so he added: "Our senior brother and sister are from the Yuxian Sect, and the layman is invited, so he dares not to obey his fate." ”

When the three of them came to the front of the room, Mo Xian asked, "The layman has a deep cultivation, and he doesn't know what kind of work to do?"

"What kind of work class, just idle to recite Buddhist scriptures, pure heart and abstinence, do not do evil things, all good deeds, should not practice the word. Yifan Jushi smiled, came to the room, poured three bowls of tea in the large bowl of coarse tea, and said, "There is no good tea, you can bear with it." ”

Mo Xian smiled: "Tea that can quench thirst is good tea, I have also walked some way, and I am thirsty." ”

Mo Xian said, then picked up the bowl, poured it with a clatter, and dried half the bowl in one breath before putting down the bowl.

"The donor has wisdom roots, say such Zen words, can quench thirst is good tea, I because of a good Buddha, when I was a child, I was a monk in a temple, but unfortunately the six roots are not pure, and after the vulgar practice at home, my son and daughter-in-law also practice with me, is just a heart to chant Buddha, there is no magic power and the like, is occasionally some inspiration, this morning, I feel that there are guests to come, I didn't think of two distinguished guests to come. Yifan said with a smile, "My son and daughter-in-law told them to buy some vegetables, and they will be back in a while." ”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Xian and Xie Cao'er were surprised in their hearts, he said that he didn't have any magical powers, but this was magical powers, maybe he couldn't fight the law, but his Taoism was definitely not low.

As he was talking, a man and a woman came in with meat and vegetables in their hands, and the man was holding a gourd of wine in his hand.