Among the drifting clouds, a certain Ye with an air of immortality was complaining.
"What are you messing with? If something really goes wrong, wouldn't this pavilion master be doing a loss-making business?"
"Hehe, I'm not stupid, just pay attention." The weird-looking beast laughed and said, "It's so fun!"
"yes……"
A certain real person named Ye let out a long sigh of relief and said with a happy face: "Knowledge in world affairs is all cultivated, and understanding of thoughts is the treasure!"
The strange beast swung its tail: "You took over Ling Xiao's power. But you also separated part of his cause and effect. It didn't hinder the way forward, right?"
"Ha." A certain real person named Ye flicked his finger, the light penetrated the sky, and the floating clouds dispersed: "Some weight is like a mountain to him, but it is a speck of dust to me!"
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The strong wind and rain hit the plantains, and how they fell apart.
The thugs who committed the crime left.
Jiang Wang calmed down for a while before adjusting the chaotic Dao Yuan.
He was beaten violently twice by the old monk Ku Jue, and he was itching with hatred.
The first time I was beaten, I just wanted to relieve the old monk's resentment for not being able to accept a disciple, so that was all. But this resentment is too long-lasting. Why do you keep beating me again and again? Are you addicted to beating me?
How could Jiang Wang see anyone when he was beaten up every once in a while like this? Why do you hold your head high in front of your sister?
But when it came to how to take revenge on Ku Jie...he couldn't do it. After all, Ku Jue really saved his life and he was an elder.
And he can't beat it...
"You can't blame me, Jingli." He finally gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to blame, blame your master!"
Whatever Ku Jue had beaten him today, he would pay it back to Ku Jue's precious disciple in the future. Make Ku Jue anxious, make Ku Jue angry, and make the yellow-faced old monk stare.
"……never mind."
After fantasizing for a while, Jiang Wang finally sighed, picked up the knocked off mask as if resigned to his fate, and slowly put it on: "It is not a hero to vent your anger on others. I'd better practice hard and let the old monk do it as soon as possible. If you can't beat me, that's the right thing to do."
Yong State is in the northwest of Yun State, and the long river passes through Hechang Prefecture in the territory.
Jiang Wang controlled Dao Yuan to move around the beaten area to relieve the pain while moving forward.
"But...why does it feel like there was more than one person who hit me just now?"
"Is there any Jingli? It's too confusing and I didn't pay attention. Jingli seems to be very simple. It can't be so wilted, right?"
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The Jingli monk who was being talked about was crying at the moment.
He was sitting on his knees on the ground, his cleanly starched monk's robes stained with a few spots of blood.
His clean brows were knitted into a ball, and he was crying.
In the light from the window, his tears were very pure.
In front of him, there lay a haggard old monk with a yellow face, his eyes closed and motionless.
Not long.
"Cry, cry, cry, why are you crying!" The yellow-faced old monk opened his eyes and cursed: "You are crying in mourning!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuah... But Master, you..." Jingli cried so hard that he couldn't breathe: "You are hurt so badly..."
This is a dilapidated small temple standing on a bare mountain.
There was no obstruction in all directions, and the wind blew freely here and there.
There are only two rooms in the temple, divided into front and back halls.
The front hall is a place of worship, but there is only one wooden statue. I don’t know which Buddha the carving is. Because there is no face, I don’t know whether it was not carved in the first place or whether it was blurred in the long years. It is always enshrined there.
The faceless Buddha naturally had very little incense, and the offering plate in front of the Buddha statue was already empty. Even the mice can't chew a crumb.
The apse is the residence of monks.
There was only one bed in the house, and Kuja was lying on it, so Jingli could only sit on the floor.
Ku Jue fought hard to get injured and forced himself into the sky. Before he could recover, he had a fierce confrontation with the high-spirited Zhuang Gaoxian on the long river.
Although he did not lose during the war, his injuries worsened after leaving the battle.
That alone is nothing.
Later, he pretended to be dead to trick Jiang Wang into ordaining him. Jiang Wang was determined not to be a monk and refused to agree to it. In a rage, he got up and beat him violently, and then left calmly after all his resentment had dissipated. Return to Xuankong Temple to deal with his own troubles.
But unfortunately, on the way back to Xuankong Temple, he met an old enemy.
When the old enemy saw that he was injured, there was no reason not to pursue him and beat him fiercely.
This battle was extremely miserable. It was only because of the cunning old monk and his many tricks that he could seize the opportunity and escape back to the Xuankong Temple territory.
By this point, the injury was very serious.
Of course, it can still be seen from his angry swearing gesture that he is not in fear of his life.
He even raised his hand and patted Jingli's bald head: "Crying and crying has no future! Can you learn from your junior brother Jingshen? He didn't even frown when he saw the blood all over my body!"
After saying that, he touched it himself: "No. This is a lack of emotion..."
"You're such a bastard, I'll take it lightly!"
"Woooooo..." Jingli shrank his head, but he was still crying: "Master, please slow down, the wounds are all open..."
At this moment, there was a sudden sound outside the temple, like thunder.
"Are you dead?"
Kujue immediately lay down and closed his eyes, his Qi weakened.
Monk Jingli also stopped and sobbed silently.
The old monk, who was skinny and skinny, stepped into the back hall in a few steps. His face looked like a diseased person and his voice sounded like a bell.
"Kujue! You touched my bell without permission. What's your crime!?"
When Ku Jue rushed thousands of miles to rescue Jiang Wang, he specially brought me to hear the bell. All evils were avoided along the way, and the heroes did not stop him.
But I heard that the bell is the treasure of Xuankong Temple. Only those who perform special Buddhist rituals can wear it when going out.
Special things are Buddhist things.
Of course, Ku Jue is not a Buddhist practitioner, and it is impossible for Xuankong Temple to support him in saving a "disciple" who refuses to be ordained and has no status. It is even less possible for Jiang Wang to allow him to take me Wen Zhong away.
So he stole it by himself without telling anyone.
At this moment, the suffering comes to ask for guilt.
Kujue closed his eyes, breathless and did not respond.
Jingli gasped and burst into tears: "Uncle, please don't yell at my master, he is so seriously injured!"
The little monk cried so sadly.
Even though he was suffering from illness, he couldn't help but feel a little pity: "Uncle Master didn't yell at you, Master, Uncle Master just had a loud voice!"
He was restraining himself, but his voice was still thunderous.
"Uncle Master, please stop talking." Jingli cried, "Let my master take a rest."
Bitter illness suffocates for a moment.
If I don't say anything, how can I accuse your master?
He deliberately bypassed the purification rituals and aroused the feeling of suffering. But he knew that Ku Jue was indeed seriously injured this time. I'm afraid that if he has a heavy hand, one bad move will hurt Ku Jue.
Only then did he suddenly understand why Kudhi, as the leader of the Avalokitesvara, was performing a part of his duties in a proper manner, but he took the initiative to avoid this job and let him do it.
I am afraid that the truth of suffering is very clear, and it is very difficult to hold the consciousness of suffering to account.
And he ran over excitedly, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity and teach him a lesson, but he was blocked as soon as he entered the door, leaving him in a dilemma.
The head of the dignified Jianglongyuan, the fierce and unrivaled Master Kubing, was at a loss for a moment!
