Zhang Junbao walked like the wind, came to the edge of the cliff, the white crane slowly fell in front of him, the whole body of white light, like clouds and thunder stars, it seemed to recognize Zhang Junbao, nodded at him slightly, a feather, such as a lotus blooming, water jade shining, put Mo Wei and Gui Yanran on the ground.

Zhang Junbao asked, "Master?" The voice was empty, and even he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

The white crane raised his pointed beak, his expression was quite playful and funny, vaguely Jueyuan's expression back then, Zhang Junbao's heart was warm, and he suddenly had a feeling, knowing that Jueyuan was already awake, otherwise he would not be able to use this immortal Buddhism. He thought to himself, "Where did Master go? After he woke up, did he just leave like this?" There was a burst of sadness for no reason, and he faintly felt that he was afraid that he would never see Jueyuan in his life.

The white crane did not touch him, flapping its wings and dancing lightly on the spot, and disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Junbao stepped forward to check on Gui Yanran's injury, and seeing that he was fine, he felt a little better in his heart, and thought: "Brother Xian, I'm afraid that he would have expelled the poison of Lingxian Wine from his body a long time ago, so it is not a big problem. ”

He looked at Mo Wei again, saw that his expression was as usual, and understood that King Jinghai had not succeeded, otherwise the situation would have been completely different. Such a tragedy happened on the island, he should have hated Mo Wei, but seeing that although he was asleep, his expression was miserable and miserable, and he seemed to endure great pain, sighed, carried the two on his shoulders, and saw that the sun was setting on the horizon, and the sunset was like blood, and he didn't want to stay in the town, so he walked slowly towards the sea.

Suddenly, I saw a figure in the distance coming towards him, the man with a dark face and a beard, it was a goshawk. He looked as usual at the moment, not weak, and walked like a tiger stepping on a leopard, as if he had recovered to normal in just half a day.

Zhang Junbao stared at the goshawk and didn't say a word, the goshawk came to him and asked, "Big brother." Is everything going well?"

Zhang Junbao suddenly slapped a palm and hit the goshawk door, the goshawk did not dodge or dodge, and his expression was calm. The palm power was suddenly withdrawn, frozen in the air, Zhang Junbao saw that the goshawk's body was stable and abnormal, empty and empty, and there was no flaw, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Senior." How long are you going to hide it from me?"

When the goshawk saw Zhang Junbao see his identity, he was panicked for a while, he groaned for a while, and said, "Do you remember what I said to you on Kunlun Mountain?"

Zhang Junbao nodded and said: "You said that there is a swordsman who has peerless swordsmanship, but he is too lonely, so he forgot about his magic skills and became a mortal. Enjoy the joy of hard fighting from now on. That's you, right?"

Goshawk smiled bitterly: "There is such a swordsman in the world, but it is not me. I'm just following the swordsman's example. The man you met in the palace was called a fly, though it was in me. But I rarely remember what he did. He had a messenger in my heart, named Raven, and I knew whatever he told me. Other than that, I am who I am, not the bossy weirdos. ”

Zhang Junbao suddenly felt fragile and powerless. The body is involuntarily, ignorant and helpless, and it seems that there are ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, and the pain spreads throughout the body, and he almost wants to go crazy. He wept and said, "Goshawk, can you let the flies out, I have something to ask him." ”

Seeing Zhang Junbao's miserable appearance, the goshawk was also worried, trembling slightly, and sighed, and after a while, a person with a blurred face and chaotic momentum appeared in front of Zhang Junbao.

The man was not a goshawk, but a fly.

Zhang Junbao said: "Senior"

The fly said, "This is not the place to talk, let's go, let's talk to the beach." ”

The two of them just moved slightly, and in an instant they came to the distance, to the corner of the cape, on the cliff and dangerous rock, Zhang Junbao put Gui Yanran and Mo Wei on the ground, stood with the flies, and looked at the sea and the sky in the distance, and the scenery of the twilight sun.

Zhang Junbao asked, "Senior, I killed the Mother of Spirit Flowers." ”

The fly said: "Kill or not, it's your own decision." ”

Zhang Junbao couldn't bear it anymore, with tears in his eyes, his voice was choked, and he said angrily: "After I got rid of the demon flower, the pollen spread by the demon flower attacked, and all the living people on this island were killed. Instead of saving people, I caused a catastrophe and committed a terrible crime, what should I do?"

The flies laughed, and Zhang Junbao said angrily: "What are you laughing at? If I do something wrong, you can kill me with a sword, and I will never resist!" He was influenced by Jueyuan, had compassion, and did good deeds and righteousness all his life, always thinking of the common people. In recent years, although he has practiced the immortal method and is faintly isolated from the world, he has suddenly killed so many innocent people, and he has long wanted to live.

"I'm not here to kill you," said the fly, "but it won't be long before someone comes looking for you." It's up to you to decide what to do. ”

Zhang Junbao's heart swelled with fiery expectations, and he had a thousand words to say, but he didn't know where to start.

Fly said: "The reason why I laugh is because you are obsessed with good and evil, mediocre people disturb yourself, and people worry about the sky, which is really ridiculous. He pointed to himself, and then pointed to Gui Yanran, and said: "You see, you, Goshawk, and Gui Yanran are all people who are dedicated to goodness and chivalry, and they claim to be heroic high-rollers, saving the suffering, being happy and hateful, and following the right path, you can have a clear conscience, but who knows what you have done, the will of heaven is unpredictable, and the creation makes people, so far as it is now." ”

He raised his head, looked at the direction of the palace in the distance, and said: "Jiang Long helped everyone, thinking that they had discovered the traitor lackeys, doing the right thing for heaven, and trying their best to track down King Jinghai's smuggling of Han slaves. Isn't it ridiculous that they want to do good deeds, but they are self-defeating, and instead cause all kinds of tragedies?"

Zhang Junbao sighed and hung his head silently.

The fly said again: "The three of you, the three brothers, sure enough, saw that the road was uneven, drew a knife to help, met the girl Su Zhihuan, and rescued her from the hands of the Mongolian Thousand Households Master, thinking that she was quiet and clever, but in fact pushed her into the fire pit, and was sent to this island instead. After landing on the island, Su Zhihuan was in danger again, and Gui Yanran came to the rescue, which was deserved, but it caused suffering again, her bracelet was glowing, and she was discovered by Yuan Bing, and this time she was so tired that she died tragically on the island. You said that what Gui Yanran did was right or wrong? Isn't it funny to run in such vain?"

Zhang Junbao said: "How can we predict the prophet and detect in advance that something is wrong? At that time, it seemed that this matter was indispensable. ”

The fly said, "Look at what you have done since you landed on the island." If you think about it, if you had acted decisively, would things have been different? And if you had the ability to repent and go back to that time, would there have been any different things you would have done?"

Zhang Junbao hurriedly said: "I will definitely inform the people of the truth first, evacuate them, get rid of Jueyuan first, and then spare the spirit flower."

Fly smiled: "But how do you know that you will be able to defeat Jueyuan?

Zhang Junbao shook his head and said, "I don't know anything. ”

Fly said: "Although your martial arts are high, although your wisdom is strong, but you have many worries in your heart, looking forward and backward, you also want to preserve, and you will not discard it, how do you know where in the world there is a perfect law, a careful strategy?

Zhang Junbao was thoughtful when he heard this, and was speechless for a while.

The fly said, "You asked me because I was trying to show you a clear path, didn't you? I don't know the six ways of reincarnation, and I don't know how to predict the prophet and prevent trouble. What you do is not necessarily wrong, and what the goshawk thinks may not be right. If you are like me, abandoning good and evil, and ignoring the death of all living beings, you can naturally act freely and freely. ”

Zhang Junbao asked, "Like you, do you mean that you mean the Ascension Tribulation?"

The fly said: "This is not a flying ascension, it is actually a man-made thing, you look at Jueyuan, and then look at me, you should know the clue." If you can really give up the love of this world and see through the world, it is better to go with the flow, if you have a chance, you can enter the mountains and seas. If you can do this, you will be able to see more clearly, think farther, and have an infinite lifespan, and you will be able to pursue the Tao in your heart. ”

Zhang Junbao heard the words Shanhaimen again, raised his head, looked at the fly, and just wanted him to say a few more words, but the fly was silent, lowered his head, and in an instant, he changed back to the appearance of a goshawk, his eyes were closed, and he slept very sweetly.

Zhang Junbao thought to himself: "Shanhaimen, Shanhaimen Fly, is it the Xianfu Heavenly Court?"

He wanted to live forever, to be truly immortal. Then will he be able to see through good and evil, and stop being bothered by it?

Zhang Junbao laughed, unconsciously, tears welled up in his eyes. Isn't this what he has been doing all these years of solitary solitude in the barren mountains and mountains, and painstakingly enlightening the Tao? If there is such a shortcut that can free him from the troubles of the world, even if it is really thunder and disasters, and many disasters, he will not be afraid.

He has no concern about the affairs of the world, but now he has two more righteous brothers, and he is very close to them, as if they are personal brothers, friends of life and death, and deep friendship, so he naturally has the meaning of taking care of them. At this moment, he learned that the identity of the goshawk was peculiar, but it was okay, but Yan Ran was kind-hearted and innocent, but Zhang Junbao was really relieved.

The goshawk woke up at this moment, opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Junbao, Zhang Junbao saw that he looked calm, there was no sign of a fly, and knew that he had forgotten everything very thoroughly, not only his mind was completely different, but his martial arts, temperament, thoughts, and actions were also very different everywhere, no matter what, he could not be associated with the fly.

Goshawk asked, "Big brother, what did the fly say to you?"

Zhang Junbao smiled indifferently and said: "He is full of empty words, just mocking, if he doesn't say anything, the devil in your heart is really hateful." ”

Goshawk laughed and scolded: "He is already hateful, and he is better than me, I have to think of a way to put him in a cage, even if I enter the coffin, I will not let him out." ”

Zhang Junbao held his palm, and a faint wind rushed straight into the sky, rolled up the leaves in the sky, swept and flew, floated over the mountains, and flew to the sea. Goshawk knew the deep meaning of his move, and looked at it, the thoughts in his head, entangled, inexplicable, and unclear, both worried about Zhang Junbao and secretly happy for him. (To be continued......)