at the same time.
Southwest of Yunzhou, outside Boyang City.
In the early morning, when the sun was shining, a tea stall was set up. A gray-haired old man put a rag on his shoulder, and while wiping the tables, chairs and benches with his hands and feet, he greeted guests from all over to stop and have tea.
This was the peak time for entering the city, when there were the most people. When the old man was too busy, he called his granddaughter over.
She was a little girl in her teens, skinny and skinny. She seemed a little unsteady when she walked while carrying this big teapot.
But her eyes were bright and the bright smile on her lips seemed to warm people's hearts and make them forget their fatigue.
Up to this point, everything was the same as countless mornings, until a monk arrived.
At first glance, it was obvious how far the old monk had traveled. His robe was covered in dust and he was wearing a bamboo hat. His appearance was unclear, but his body shape was unintentionally emaciated.
He held a Zen staff in his hand. It looked heavy at first glance, but in his hand it seemed light and unmistakable.
When it landed, it was even more silent.
He walked to the tea stall, and after a slight hesitation, he took off his bamboo hat, revealing a dark face that looked like he had been working in the fields for decades.
Seeing him sitting down, the old man immediately brought the cup, put it down, and asked: "Master, would you like some tea first to quench your thirst?"
The old monk nodded slightly, clasped his hands together, and said, "Thank you, a bowl of herbal tea."
The old man immediately said: "Little sister, serve tea to the master."
While talking, the little girl was already staggering over with a huge teapot. Although she walked unsteadily, her technique when pouring the tea was extremely steady. The tea fell into the cup in an arc, but there was no trace of it. splash.
The tea was filled, but the little girl did not leave. Instead, she looked at the old monk with bright eyes and asked: "Master, where do you come from?"
The old monk was stunned when he heard this, and his expression was extremely solemn: "Come from where you came from!"
The little girl looked confused and asked, "Master, where do you want to go?"
Old monk: "Go out!"
Well, the little girl gave up completely. She couldn't understand, so she had to leave again with the teapot.
Looking at the little girl's back, the old monk smiled knowingly and felt that this city and this people were very good.
However, when the tea was finished and the old man came to collect the tea money, the old monk touched his wallet again and again, but he showed embarrassment.
Who is this old man? He has been in the tea business here for so many years, so he has definitely developed his eyesight.
He looked at the old monk and asked, "Master, are you having trouble with your money?"
The old monk looked embarrassed and said, "I'm a poor monk, I have no money."
The old man smiled and said: "Then if the master is not convenient, I can treat this tea as my invitation, okay?"
"This, this is not good. A poor monk is a monk. If he drinks tea without paying for it, he is breaking the precepts. It will cause karma and hinder his practice.
This is not good! not good! "The old monk shook his head like a rattle:
It was just a tea meal, and the old man could afford it, but he just felt that the other party was already involved in spiritual practice, so he couldn't say that.
As soon as he thought about it, he said again: "If not, I will owe you the tea money. How about you wait for the master to come back from alms and pay me another penny?"
"How can a monk owe someone money? No, no!" The old monk still refused:
The old man was a little impatient. He just felt that the old monk in front of him had cultivated to the point of a dog's belly.
He suppressed his impatience and said, "If that's not possible, then Master, would you like to do some chores at my place and serve tea and water with me for one morning, and it will be considered as tea money."
In this way, there will be no credit or damage to your practice, which is the best. "
"This is good, good, and will not ruin your practice!"
The old monk was happy, and his dark face bloomed like a chrysanthemum. But the next second, his smile froze again: "No, it still won't work!"
"Why not?"
"I, I want to go west, day and night, I can't delay, I can't delay!"
The old man finally lost his patience: "Then what do you want?"
The old monk frowned and thought for a long time, his tangled eyebrows almost knitted together.
However, at a certain moment, he suddenly smiled and said: "I have a solution, I have a solution. I have a solution."
"any solution?"
The old man asked instinctively, but the next second.
Snapped!
His head had exploded, and a Zen staff appeared where his head should be.
The old monk slowly took back his Zen staff, still full of joy and said: "As long as you die, all the karmic obstacles of the Sa family will be eliminated, and it will not delay my time to pray to the Buddha. Isn't it the best, the best!"
At this time, the old man's body slowly fell down, and blood mixed with brain matter spurted everywhere, red, yellow, and white, scattered all over the floor, and the entire tea stall fell silent.
The little girl dropped the teapot and rushed over screaming: "Grandpa, Grandpa, what's wrong with you, what's wrong?"
The old monk looked at the little girl with a sad expression, but the Zen staff in his hand was faster.
Snapped!
The little girl fell into a pool of blood, making no sound. Her little body was still convulsing, and her shining eyes were completely ashes.
The old monk also pretended to put his hands together and recited a mantra: "If you die early, you will be reborn early. It is the poor monk who will help you to achieve bliss."
Ahhhhh!
At this moment, everyone who was originally quiet was completely shocked by the bloody scene. They no longer cared about anything else and fled in chaos.
The old monk clasped his hands, looked at these people, and even looked at the city, and said: "Since you have seen it, you should all die. If you die, it will be written off.
The poor monk will not be trapped by cause and effect and will not hinder his practice. This is good, good! "
As he said this, boundless demonic energy surged out from behind the old monk, spreading towards the city as if overwhelming.
it's dark!
In a corner of Sifang City, a monk with a sword looked at the old monk, as if he remembered something, and his face twitched uncontrollably.
"Devil Monk Buddha Nan, why did this monster come to my Yunzhou?"
Finally, before the evil energy enveloped the whole city, a sword light turned into a rainbow and passed by, heading towards the Galaxy Sword Sect.
Half a day later.
Hall of Stars.
The leader of the Galaxy Sword Sect and the Heavenly Mark Sword Master, Hua Ye, looked at the letter with an extremely sad expression on his face.
Demon Monk Buddha Nan, this man was once a demonic monk who killed without blinking an eye. He killed without any calculation. He was finally caught by Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple and surrendered.
I don’t know if these great monks have water in their heads and they have to convert him.
Then, after being saved, the devil entered the Buddhist sect, became a monk, and also learned Buddhist techniques.
But just when all the eminent monks thought they were done, the Buddha actually clashed with someone and beat him to death.
Then we went all the way to Wanfo Mountain.
Along the way, sometimes he behaves like a real eminent monk, solving problems for people, and sometimes he behaves like a demon, killing without purpose in the name of cultivating Buddhism.
To this day, this person is considered a top figure in the evil cultivator. He is equipped with Buddhist and magical skills, which can be described as weird and unpredictable.
And such an evil spirit actually appeared in Yunzhou?
Tianhen Sword Master's face was a little ugly, and he was a little hesitant. Until a moment later, he looked in the direction of Yunjian City and no longer hesitated.
Then, a sword rainbow rose into the sky, and then turned into a sword light soaring into the sky, heading towards Sifang City.
As for the sword rainbow, it was only after running out for an unknown distance that there was thunder.
…
On the other side, Yunjian City.
On the streets of Tea Tree Lane, an unexpected guest came to the old master's private school.
He was as tall as a mountain, with a strong back and a strong waist, and his black hair flowed around his shoulders, making him look bold and unruly.
Holding the wine jar in one hand and carrying it behind his back with the other, he strode into Yunjian City, walked into Tea Tree Alley, and even walked into the old master's private school.
At the entrance of the courtyard, he looked at the old master who was sitting on the lounge chair under the tree with his eyes closed and concentrating. He seemed to be in a trance for a long time before he said: "Peng Xiaoshan, I'm here to see you."
The old master thought that he had heard wrongly at first, and narrowed his eyes slightly and stared for a long time before he was sure that he was not out of sight.
He suddenly jumped up with an agility unbecoming of a young man. He looked at the person coming and trembled for a long time before saying, "You, you, Ning, Ning Tiezhu, Ning Crazy, is it really you?"
However, after being lost in thought for a long time, he realized that although the other person was standing in the sun, as if he were alive, there was no shadow under his feet.
At this moment, the old master thought a lot: "Are you no longer a living person?"
The burly man didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "If you were alive, how could I possibly see you again?"
As he spoke, he raised the wine jar, shook it again and again, and said: "This is the real Millennium Spiritual Wine, I brought it here specially to share with you.
Why, my old friends don’t want me to come in and have a drink and talk when we meet? "
The old master only hesitated for a second before leading the other party into his home.
Then, he dispersed the children who were studying, found someone to buy the best food and wine in Yunjian City, and set an extremely sumptuous table in his study room where almost no one had ever entered.
The two old friends had not seen each other for hundreds of years, but after a few glasses of wine, they were no longer strangers to each other.
They talked about the past, the crazy adventure days together.
They also talked about their respective experiences, telling stories about how many years ago they parted.
The old master even told the burly man about Mo Chengjun, the people who had experienced the same thing as him, the book "Redwood Secrets", and even took out the "Secrets of Hope" sent by the female sword master.
And the burly man's eyes were shining, and he kept looking at it.
Then he saw it, and saw the unsolved problem that had troubled him for thousands of years.
It turns out that qi is actually electricity in the body, bioelectricity? ? ?
It turns out that semen is not simply the quantity of blood, but the quality. The right one is the hematopoietic organ, bone marrow.
It turns out that the thousand-year-old problem that has troubled all sentient beings is actually these two points.
At this moment, Ning Tiezhu, or rather Madman Ning as the old master called him, had an illusion of sudden enlightenment.
The man surnamed Ning did not hide his past.
He talked about the world after death, about the underworld, how he lived in a muddleheaded way, and how he was almost eaten by a powerful ghost.
But that's all gone.
Nowadays, he is a famous ghost immortal in Yin Earth, who rules the whole land and is extremely majestic.
Yes, he died, but he could not pursue the practice while alive, but he achieved success in the ghost realm after death.
Of course, only he himself knows how dangerous and sad this is.
Then, he did not shy away from stating the purpose of his trip: "I came here this time because I was entrusted by someone, and someone asked me to trip you up for a moment or three.
I couldn't refuse him, so I agreed. "
The old master was not surprised, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, laughed loudly and said: "I know, actually from the moment I saw you, I knew that you must have a purpose in coming here.
But I am still extremely happy to see you. I will talk about the rest later. "
After a pause, he said sadly: "Even if I owe you, I owe you, Madman Ning!"
…
At the same time, Mo Chengjun, who was at home, also received a message crane.
The paper crane was not big, but it conveyed a lot of information, which came from Yue Siming, the master of Qianji Pavilion's weapon refinement.
The content of the message is actually very brief - he has an idea about the magic weapon microscope.
