One year, Wushu, the third son of Lord Yan of the underworld, traveled around the world and met a girl in the Bamboo Sea in southern Sichuan. This girl was beautiful, well-educated, and suspected to be a heavenly being. Wushu fell in love at first sight and got married to this girl. They lived in a green lake beside the bamboo sea and depended on each other sweetly.
Three months later, his wife became terminally ill, died soon after, and returned to the underworld. Wushu was devastated by the loss of his good marriage. He was so angry that he went to Mr. Ma to argue with him. He doubted fate. He had a disagreement and hit the Samsara Cauldron angrily. Several pieces of it fell into the world. After many searches, there is still one piece that has not been recovered, and it has become an unsolved case in the underworld.
Wushu was convicted for this and was demoted to Wuwanghai...
Many years later, there was an unknown hill in the south of Yuzhou. There was a temple on the mountain called Jueming Temple.
Spring was warm and the flowers were blooming. The old monk summoned his disciple, "Qi Jue, you have been practicing as my master for more than ten years. You have read the Buddhist scriptures and know everything about the world. It's time to go down the mountain and see the world."
Qi Jue saluted, "Master, where should I go? How should I practice?"
"The wall behind the temple has been in disrepair for a long time. It is also a good thing to go down to the mountain to beg alms and repair the temple."
Qi Jue put on Baina clothes, held a celadon bowl in his hand, walked out of the temple gate, walked down the stairs, and entered a strange world of flowers.
The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, quiet and prosperous. The streets are crowded with people, and several girls in colorful clothes are young and graceful, stimulating the ignorant hearts of young people. When the girls saw the handsome little monk, they pointed and chattered. The little monk blushed, lowered his head and left quickly.
He got into the small alley and finally calmed down. Moving forward, he saw a big house. He suddenly remembered his mission.
He gently knocked on the painted red door. After a while, a servant came to open the door. When he saw Qi Jue, he returned the favor and said, "My family members are very charitable and will entertain every monk. Please invite the young master to have a meal inside first. Later, the master will meet the Buddha in person." Bond.”
Qi Jue returned the gift gratefully, and entered the house with the man. After eating plain noodles, he was led to the main hall. A middle-aged member of staff was waiting outside.
After seeing the ceremony, the young monk recited a section of the "Peace Sutra". The employees were so happy that they asked people to offer him twelve taels of silver. Qi Jue's first alms harvest was so rich, and he was secretly happy.
At this time, the young master of the house jumped in, the windmill in his hand whirling in the wind, extremely happy. When Qi Jue met his eyes, many strange pictures suddenly appeared in his mind, and his expression changed.
The member of staff also noticed his expression and asked, "Master, do you have any advice for me?"
Qi Jue pondered for a moment and said: "To be honest, my son was born with evil roots. He bullied men and dominated women and did all kinds of evil in adulthood. He committed a murder at the age of eighteen and was sentenced to beheading. You must make plans early."
Yuan Wai, a middle-aged man who has a son whom he loves like the apple of his eye, was slandered by a monk today and became furious. "Where did the gangster come from? He pretended to be a monk. He talked nonsense and was disrespectful to the Buddha. Someone, please coax him out with a stick."
The servants swarmed him, grabbed the silver coins first, and then drove him out with sticks, fists and kicks.
At dusk, Qi Jue returned with empty hands and a few bruises on his face and body.
"Master, if you tell me that my family is not lying, I will tell you the truth. Why do you bring disaster?"
The master said: "People in the world seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and listen to auspicious words. This is the way of the world. The Buddha said that it cannot be said or said, and this is also true."
"Disciple, I've written it down!" Qi Jue lowered his head and said. He suddenly changed the subject: "Master, why can I predict other people's fates? Am I a monster?"
"It seems it's time to tell you the truth!" Master said: "Sixteen years ago, I was collecting medicine in the back mountain for my master. I passed by a cave and heard a baby crying. When I went over, I saw it was a boy with a piece of dark jade in his mouth. Therefore, I will name you Qi Jue."
"Ah, where is that piece of jade now?"
"Master, if you want to take it away and touch it with your hand, it will turn into black light and merge into your body."
Qi Jue was a little frustrated, "So I'm really a monster?"
"As a teacher, I can't be sure. You were wrapped in swaddling clothes at the time, and you might have been abandoned after birth."
The little monk didn't get the answer he wanted and looked decadent. The master said: "Buddha said that all things have spirits. Even if you are a monster or a demon, as long as you are dedicated to good and practice diligently, you will eventually achieve positive results."
Qi Jue was in a trance for several days, listless, and asked for alms several times in succession, but with no results. On this day, he came to see the master and said, "I am sure that I am a monster!"
He lifted up his bra, and there was a palm-sized black texture at his heart, which looked like runes and mountain ravines, criss-crossing and making it difficult to fathom.
The master stared at it for a long time, puzzled, and finally sighed, "My practice as a master is superficial, and I don't know why. Go ahead and travel to famous mountains and rivers. Maybe someone with expertise can solve the mystery."
Before leaving, the master gave him a scripture, "Disciple, this is the only copy of the "Infinite Sutra" that has been passed down from generation to generation in this temple. It is said that some ancestors practiced enlightenment, which may be helpful to you."
Qi Jue packed up his luggage and set off. The master looked at him with earnest eyes, "Go, travel thousands of miles, experience thousands of things, with the Buddha in your heart, and wholeheartedly do good. This is the best practice..."
On the same day, the night was quiet at Murong Villa, and a bright moon hung on the branches. The second drum beat sounded, and a dark figure quietly slipped out of the door and hid in the banana bushes. Seeing no one around, he walked quickly along the corridor towards the door of the house.
Just after taking two steps, he bumped into a person, standing tall and tall, his face as sinking as water.
"Daddy?" The man was startled and stopped. It was a gentle female voice.
"Huanhua, where are you going so late?"
"I, I can't sleep, I want to go out for a walk."
"Do you need to wear night clothes when you go for a walk?" Her father mercilessly exposed her, and then sighed: "You are not young anymore. You have reached the age of leaving the court. How can you behave like crazy running around in the rivers and lakes every two days?"
"But daddy, we Murong are from a demon-conquering family, and I want to write a secret book that contains the abilities of demons for future generations to refer to."
The father snorted coldly, "Conquering demons and demons is a matter for men, don't worry about it. Besides, there are many secret books of the kind you mentioned in the Xuanji Pavilion. Go read it yourself!"
Huanhua was caught and had no choice but to return to her boudoir. After thinking about it, she was unconvinced. Why could a man enter the world but not a woman? This is the rule of that family.
Early the next morning, Huanhua went straight to Xuanji Pavilion, dug out many anecdotes about monsters, sat on the floor, and read them with gusto.
At this time, someone pushed open the door and walked in. It was a young man with a weak head, high-spirited and extremely accomplished. Seeing Huanhua, she smiled and said, "I heard that my sister is working on a secret book of subduing demons. I can't wait to have a look."
Huanhua pouted and said, "I'll be stuck in the village all day long, talking on paper, and I won't be able to complete it in the next life."
"Yes, true knowledge comes from actual combat. If you want to become a masterpiece, you can't do it behind closed doors."
When Huanhua heard this, she jumped up and fell into his arms. She cooed, "Brother Hao, take me to explore the world. I won't let you down."
Murong Hao smiled and said: "You are so naughty! I am busy with official duties for my brother, so I can't get away at all. I will soon accompany the father of the family to Zhongnan Mountain to look for strange beasts. It will take some time before I come back."
Huanhua pretended to be disappointed, but she was happy in her heart, "If you leave, no one will care about me. Why won't Nuo Da Jianghu let me fly?"
As soon as the head of the family, his brother and his entourage left, Huanhua left in a hurry and disappeared into the world without any news...
Three years later, Jinling is a land of fireworks for ten miles, with powder everywhere, the sound of swallows singing and warblers singing, a gentle place where men are in ecstasy.
At night, the orioles are singing and the wine is fragrant. On the high pavilion of Chunxiang Garden, a woman in black stood on the top of the tower, with the full moon behind her, and she was extremely elegant.
At this time, a barrier slowly opened, and the woman sneered: "The vixen Xing Rui, if you dare to show off in front of me, Murong, I am not afraid of accepting you."
A chuckle came from behind, "Smelly girl Huanhua, I haven't seen you for a year, and your tone is getting louder and louder. If you want to take me in, I want to see if you have the ability."
Xingrui is dressed in colorful clothes, with blooming flowers and branches, and is extremely charming.
Huanhua turned her palm and pulled out an almost transparent weapon, shaped like a long sword, with multi-edges like snowflakes.
Xingrui said disdainfully: "The Snowflake Sword is still the same old style, and I'm tired of it."
Huanhua didn't answer, shadows and swords were flying like snow all over the sky, and the air was suddenly cold. The nine tails behind Xing Rui spread out, and countless silver lights burst out, colliding with the snowflakes, turning into colorful lights and shadows, lighting up the night sky.
"Other people's fox-feather arrows are as thin as cow hairs and are known for their poison, but yours are careless and have lost all their housekeeping skills."
"What do you know? I am upgrading and mutating my shadow sword to defeat you."
The two bickered, and their men didn't stop. Huanhua flicked her left palm and held out another red sword, shaped like a lotus petal. "Look at my Fire Lotus Sword again. I can already wield a sword with both hands. You are a rare rare person in a hundred years. Why don't you surrender quickly?" ."
Xingrui sneered, "What's so great about using your fists and embroidered legs?"
The Huanhua blade shook, and countless red lotus shadows flew out, sweeping along with the scorching wind, forming a double sky of ice and fire.
Xingrui said: "This is quite impressive, but what can you do to me?"
She jumped up and threw herself into Huanhua's arms, causing shadows and swords to scatter all over the sky. She pinched Huanhua's cheek with her fingers, "I haven't seen you for a year, you stinky girl, you have so many abilities, you dare to show off to me!"
Huanhua didn't show any weakness, and attacked her breasts with a small pink fist, "You vixen, honestly, how many talented young people have you harmed? I want to do justice for heaven."
The two of them laughed and joked for a while. When they were tired, they sat on the roof. The barrier was removed, and the bright moon shone. Below was a colorful world of feasting, feasting, and the singing of birds and warblers.
Huanhua rested her head on Xingrui's shoulder and said softly: "Sister, over the past year, I have been traveling around China, looking for fairies to fight with each other. If I win, I will ask them to reveal the details of the spell. My masterpiece "The Demon Codex" is almost completed."
"Smelly girl, I didn't attack you, but you still have a long way to go?"
Huanhua fluttered her eyelashes and looked at her in surprise. "You are so fragmented that it is impossible to make a difference. Just talking about the demon capital Yushui City, there are 100,000 demons of all kinds and countless. There are also my Qingqiu Fox Clan, the Southern Near Dragon Clan, the Northern Snow Wolf Clan, etc. The size of the demon world is beyond your expectation.”
"Then my next goal is to travel to the demon world and increase my knowledge. I will never give up until I achieve what I want in this life..."
