It was a hot summer day fifteen years ago. A grotto in the wilderness in the northwest corner of Duzhu. There were two people wearing long purple skirts with their elbows exposed.
One is a young woman with a slim figure and rough and dark skin, sitting cross-legged in the center of the grotto with unkempt hair.
The other was a middle-aged monk with a bhikkhu ordination on his head. He clasped his hands and looked at the young woman with a bitter look on his face.
It seemed that he was recalling the first time he met each other about a year ago in his mind. At that time, although the young woman came from all the dust, her skin had not been scorched by the sun, wind and sand, and she was still quite beautiful and lovely after washing herself. She was definitely not as embarrassed as she is now compared to the beggars who can be seen everywhere on the roadside in Duzhu. .
In particular, the woman's hands, feet and body have newly carved Sanskrit marks. Each Sanskrit character is less than half the size of a palm, and is carved slowly on the skin stroke by stroke with a carving knife.
Most of the Sanskrit inscriptions on the woman's body were inscribed by herself. At first she could only carve seven or eight characters a day.
Three days later, she was able to write twenty Sanskrit words for herself. After five days, she completed the eighty Sanskrit words she could carve.
The last twenty-eight Sanskrit inscriptions on the backs were carved by middle-aged monks in one day. It is hard to imagine that such a thin body is engraved with a hundred and eight bloody Sanskrit characters.
When carving Sanskrit every day, the woman persists from the beginning to the end, and then the middle-aged monk applies medicine to herself.
That medicine is just a styptic medicine. Thinking of these middle-aged monks, their vision became extremely hazy for a moment, and their lips moved, but there was no sound for a long time.
It took a long time before the middle-aged monk squeezed out a few words through his teeth and said, "Xiao Nan, have you really thought about it?" The young woman called Xiao Nan worked hard to adjust her state and waited for the sun to hit. hour.
Hearing the voice of the person behind him, he calmly replied: "Think about it." The middle-aged monk's eyes were full of unbearability, and the words he had held in his mouth for a long time were poured out in one breath.
"Your talent is not bad. In less than a year since you came here, you have already memorized the Sanskrit scriptures and Dharma that you have never been exposed to. You have learned the seventh level of "Bosaha" in one go. You will definitely become a top master in less than ten years." , returning to Zhongzhou is naturally difficult to encounter an opponent, and taking someone's life is not easy, nor is it too difficult, why bother yourself so much, why be so aggressive?" Listening to the middle-aged monk's urgent words, Xiao Nan felt the influence of his relatives. The warmth, but the mood has almost no ups and downs.
Naturally, she had asked herself these questions again and again, day by day, and night by night, but in the end she only got two words for the answer.
——Hate! If it weren't for hatred, she might be at home right now, working hard on acting and singing in front of her parents, relatives and friends.
Without hatred, she would not have been able to cross thousands of rivers and mountains to a foreign country on two legs. If not for hatred, she could no longer find the meaning of her life.
Hatred is her support to get through today and face tomorrow. As for whether there is suffering and pain? In order to survive, who in this world does not have pain and suffering?
Just in different forms. Xiao Nan smiled faintly at the middle-aged monk.
"Uncle, don't worry. Even if this Maha Infinite Body Refining Technique fails, it won't kill me. If it succeeds, when I return to Zhongzhou, I will be better able to fight and more durable. Isn't that a double guarantee?
"And thirty years is not a short period of time. After thirty years, I will have reached the age of old age and beauty, and I don't know how many wrinkles I have on my face.
"Women always love beauty. If I live longer, I am afraid that I will be afraid of looking in the mirror when I am old. And if the great revenge is avenged earlier... I can at least enjoy the rest of my life before I am too old." The middle-aged monk smiled bitterly. Said: "You also know that women love beauty, but you..." At this point, the middle-aged monk's clasped hands were trembling, and he was about to hit his head.
I feel regretful about what evil I have run into and what evil I have done these days to make such a good girl become so disfigured.
Xiaonan said: "Oh, uncle, don't worry, this little flesh injury will be fine. I'll keep applying plaster afterwards. It will take a few years. I don't believe that I can't recover as before. If it doesn't work, there is always a way to return to Zhongzhou." The middle-aged man said. The monk wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Xiao Nan: "Uncle, the time has come." After hearing this, the uncle in Xiao Nan's mouth turned around and looked outside the grotto.
The day is beginning. There is no daylight in the grotto. There are no shadows outside the grotto. He sighed and walked out of the grotto, guarding the outside.
We stayed until the red sun set in the west and the sky became dark. Look into the grotto again. Less than half of the 10,000-character Sanskrit he wrote on the cave wall with a gold lacquer pen reflected the faint light of the Buddha ten days ago.
He stayed outside the grotto for three days and three nights. However, the woman in the grotto did not have any food or salt for three days and three nights.
Three days and three nights later, the middle-aged monk looked into the cave again. I saw that every Sanskrit character on the rock wall of the grotto was shining with dazzling golden light!
The middle-aged monk's clasped hands suddenly clenched tightly into fists. The fingers of both hands dug into the flesh of the other hand.
Wait until you see the woman walking out of the grotto. The middle-aged monk burst into tears, his hands no longer clasped together, hanging down by his legs and clenched into fists!
…………five years ago. The Whispering Hall of Purple Bodhi Mountain in Xijiang County. In a magnificent quiet room.
A black-robed monk carried a ventilator to the haggard-looking woman on the bed. After healing her injuries, she stood up in high spirits.
"The Burning Heaven Technique has been lost for a long time. I just got it now, and I can't even confirm whether it's true or not. Are you in a hurry to practice it? You also gave up the Jade Lotus Technique to practice it?!" The woman on the bed with long hair covering her face was He didn't mean to admit his mistake at all, he just explained it very seriously.
"Although "Jade Lotus Kung Fu" is a good wood-based technique, its upper limit is there. I only practiced it because I had the water attribute "Basi Sutra" as a foundation. It can be practiced with twice the result with half the effort and can increase the strength in the shortest time. Sooner or later, you will have to find some advanced skills to replace it.
"Now is a good time to cause chaos in the world of Kyushu. I don't have much thought and time to practice the fourth internal skill. If something goes wrong, I will die on the spot, so I am thinking about dispersing the wood attribute skill. , first try to overcome the irreconcilable difficulties, and then look at the follow-up.
"I have been studying this "Fire Burning Technique" for three days, and it couldn't be more true!
"And I have a clear understanding that if I maintain the Burning Heaven Skill within the third level, I won't easily go crazy.
"If you are in a hurry to make a breakthrough in the future, you should be able to find advanced wood-type techniques. It doesn't take too much time to make the wood and fire techniques go hand in hand, and quickly break through to the upper realm." The black-robed monk said with a sullen face. Said: "So, this is the result of your enlightenment? You almost went crazy, and because the "Jade Lotus Technique" was dissipated, the inner palace of the Dantian was empty, and you fell into a coma?"
"Ahem." The long-haired woman finally showed a look of embarrassment on her face, but she said firmly,
"Isn't this confirmation that you haven't gone out?" The black-robed monk was so angry that he lost all his temper. He could only say earnestly: "You also know that it is easy to hurt yourself in the "Bath of Fire" skill. If I had come a little later, You will have to lose at least another three or two years of your life, and next time you will not be allowed to practice this technique without me watching over you." The long-haired woman nodded, took the smiling Maitreya mask on the bedside and put it on again.
The black-robed monk sighed: "You are still too impatient." The long-haired woman also sighed softly under the mask and said: "The world is unpredictable, and I never expected that an illiterate chef would survive so many years. How difficult it is to walk in front of him despite having so many evil thoughts and climbing so high." The black-robed monk was silent after hearing this.
Because this is really something he couldn't even imagine. He had no choice but to exit the quiet room in silence between the two of them, letting the woman rest peacefully.
As soon as he went out, he saw a bronze-skinned woman with a voluptuous figure approaching him. The enchanting woman asked with concerned eyes: "Is the gang leader okay?" Although the black-robed monk was impatient, he still said patiently: "It's not serious, I need to rest." The enchanting woman immediately asked again: "What about the "Burning Heaven in Fire Technique" "Is there any problem?" The black-robed monk then remembered that the "Burning Heaven Technique" was found by the woman in front of him, so no wonder he was so uneasy.
"It couldn't be more true." The enchanting woman lightly covered her chest and felt relieved: "That's good." Seeing the black-robed monk walking away, she hurriedly chased after him and asked: "Does the leader of the gang need anything else?" The black-robed monk didn't want to talk to him, he just wanted to throw a tantrum
The word "no" came to his lips, and he paused again. Said: "Can you help me find out which wood-attribute skills are more advanced and superior in the Zhongzhou martial arts world, and then find out how easy it is to succeed." The enchanting woman responded repeatedly.
……Scenes from the past fifteen years flashed through Shadow Buddha’s mind. In the end, his eyes rested on the golden cage crown that Yu Tian left in the world.
It was finally over... The fists that had been lowered fifteen years ago were clasped together in front of him again. He saluted Xie Fei, Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei as they approached, expressing his gratitude.
Huo Nan just smiled. Before he opened his mouth, he heard Xie Fei say: "He is also my enemy. Speaking of it, I should thank you." Huo Nan said: "I'm just curious. You don't seem to be much surprised when you see my true appearance. Xie Fei also smiled and said: "I went to see you more than once when you were listening to Lan Xiaozhu's stories. Besides, although I'm not as smart as you, I can always discover your original identity from clues." Huo Nan moved his gaze towards Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei, with a look of envy in his eyes, and said, "If there wasn't such a big hatred and hatred, maybe I would also want to taste the taste of love." It was obvious that this was meant for Xie Fei Listen, Xie Fei didn't shy away from it and said with a smile: "If I had met you thirty years ago and you were not a little girl, I would have considered it." Huo Nan looked at Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei with a smile. For a long time, until both of them looked embarrassed, she smiled and said to Jiang Yichen: "I know you won't be obedient, but I don't let you come because I'm not afraid that you will be in danger, but because I'm worried about you. I can't stand separation..." At this point, Huo Nan, who was still smiling on his face, seemed to be suddenly possessed. His face turned pale, his eyes closed, and he was swaying in the astonished gazes of Jiang Yichen and Leng Mei. Fall down!
