Li Xiuyuan did not speak. He bypassed the two people in front of him and looked at the old man walking from the edge of the woods.
It's like there are only black and white in his world, and he can't see the blood in front of him.
A gust of breeze came from the mountains, and then accompanied by green bamboo leaves flew in front of the second master and flew farther away.
The crow knew that there was a waterfall there, and the blood on this bamboo leaf would need to be washed away by a river of water.
The second boss felt a chill on his neck.
At that moment, he used his hands to cover the blood that was gurgling out. The breeze blew, but it couldn't stop his spreading wounds.
The breeze blew by, and he even managed to stop the spreading wounds, because a bamboo leaf also carried the power of countless laws and the power of a saint.
"Crack!" With a sound, the second master held his head in his hands, and his huge body fell back heavily like a jade pillar toppling a mountain of gold.
"Second brother!" The dying old man roared, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into a bloody sword and slashing at Li Xiuyuan!
Before Li Xiuyuan could make a move, a bolt of lightning flashed out from Qingfeng's eyes.
A terrifying sword energy, a sword of gods and demons cut through the void!
The old man's blood sword was cut into nothingness, and the seriously injured old man was cut into countless pieces. The sword of gods and demons also cut off the old man's soul in an instant, without even a chance to escape from the body.
That’s not all!
This sword, unique in the world, chopped the golden soul that the second master had just flown out of his body into ashes all over the sky.
The crow, which had been silent until now, showed its power.
At a glance, there was no divine fire burning on the ground, only the old man walking from the darkness, followed by the crows and the breeze.
After receiving two space rings, a talisman flew out, and the two corpses on the ground burned instantly.
Li Xiuyuan told the old man who came over: "These horses should be given to the villagers in the town. The horses last time seemed not enough."
The old man sighed after hearing this and asked, "Where are the things on the bandits?"
Li Xiuyuan looked back at Crow and asked, "Do you want to go with them to clean up the battlefield?"
The crow chuckled and said, "Master, you go back and rest. It would be best for me, senior and Qingfeng to do hard work. It will rain again in the early morning."
Li Xiuyuan looked up at the crescent moon in the sky and murmured to himself: "They come here to rob each other. Do you think this is a bank?"
The crow laughed and said, "Master is wrong. They are all money-giving boys. They know that Master spent a lot of money to build this temple."
When I heard the breeze, I thought of myself from the foot of the mountain
Even he didn't know Li Xiuyuan's thoughts. He couldn't live in it for a few years after repairing it, but finally gave it to the villagers down the mountain.
The old man Gong Yangbo looked at Li Xiuyuan who was heading up the mountain with a lantern in one hand, and couldn't help but said to the crow: "I said, little crow, your master can't see you, why are you carrying a lantern?"
Crow sighed and said, "I also asked the master, and he said to give it to those with eyes, so that they can clearly see the four words on the stone tablet and turn back."
Qingfeng was startled when he heard this, looked at the old man and asked: "Senior, have any bandits turned around?"
The old man shook his head.
Crow chuckled: "Master always told me to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. I asked him if anyone in the world has given up?"
Qingfeng was stunned again, looked at the old man and asked, "Senior, have you ever let go?"
The old man shook his head and said softly: "What he said is a metaphor, just like the butcher in the market. If you ask him to put down his butcher knife tomorrow, the whole family will starve to death the day after tomorrow."
Crow nodded: "Master said that he didn't think of a good way, because everyone in the world is human first, then Buddha. This truth is too profound, I still don't understand it very well."
The old man looked at Qingfeng and sighed: "People in the world have to live first before they have the opportunity to think about the truth, but there are some truths that you can't do until you have figured them out."
Qingfeng was speechless for a long time after hearing the words.
Li Xiuyuan, who had returned to the living room, went to fetch water to cover his body.
After cleaning myself from top to bottom and changing into black clothes, I came and sat down in front of the Third Buddha.
Thinking about the conversation between the three of them at the foot of the mountain, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He looked up at the Buddha and murmured to himself: "How do they know that the Buddha is also suffering? If everyone can let go, how can there be room in this Buddhist hall?"
He thought of this truth from Tianyu City to the Xuanwu Continent, and from Da Qin to the Tang Dynasty, but he still hasn't been able to figure it out until now.
In the end, I just barely came to a conclusion that was not a conclusion.
If the old man and Qingfeng discussed this truth with him at this time, I am afraid that he would not be able to convince them.
Just like the butcher who has been a butcher for half his life, once he puts down his butcher knife and goes to farm, he is afraid that before he can learn how to sow, the family will be unable to open the pot.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but ask: "Can I let it go?? Should I let it go?"
The Buddhas ignored him, and Li Xiuyuan came to the female Bodhisattva in front of the Purple Bamboo Forest and stood in a daze.
After thinking for a long time, he asked: "Bodhisattva, you talk about fighting for the crossing and flying across, but do you want to save the butcher with the butcher's knife? How to save him?"
The Bodhisattva in the Purple Bamboo Forest looked at him quietly, with a peaceful smile on his face, but did not point him in the direction.
After sitting for a while, Li Xiuyuan came to Arhat again.
He held his head with both hands and asked: "Fellow Arhats, I have no choice but to wield my sword to slay the devil. Can you tell me, are the bandits coming down the mountain a devil?"
"If it were you, would you like to save them? If so, how?"
Arhat also didn't say a word, closed his eyes and said nothing, with an impatient expression on his face. You can't even figure this out, how dare you sit in front of me in a daze?
Just when he was about to see Ksitigarbha, he remembered that Xiao Die'er was still transforming into a dragon and he couldn't disturb him.
He let out his consciousness and looked at Xiao Die'er who was already curled up on two futons dreaming, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
He has a good conscience, and he has a precious disciple who is about to turn into a dragon in front of Ksitigarbha.
A beam of Buddha's light enveloped the girl in the dream, and there was no expression of joy or pain on her face. In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, this was the most normal expression.
Neither sadness nor joy is the state of Buddha.
When the battlefield was being cleaned that night, a tornado from the Tao River rolled from the street to the end of the street, and then to the foot of the mountain.
While the three of them were stunned, there was no trace of the bandits' ashes flying on the street's bluestones.
The crow murmured to himself: "Even God helped the master and let these guys do the fattening on the mountain."
That night, Wu Wu and Qingfeng went to the old man's home together, saying that they were going to have a bowl of beef noodles when they got up tomorrow morning.
It is said that the southeast wind blows in summer, and even wind and rain from the north cannot reach the imperial city in the south.
Unexpectedly, while on the way, Meng Xianyun had already conveyed the news of what happened in Furong Town in the north back to the Meng Mansion in the imperial city via a bird messenger.
Meng Yidong went to the palace without even showing the letter to the old man.
When the Queen read the letter sent back by Meng Xianyun, she did not care that two elders of the Meng family died, but asked: "Has Wuhen come back?"
When Meng Yidong heard this, the veins on his face jumped. After thinking for a while, he replied honestly: "There was a letter back last time, saying that he would return to the imperial city in two days."
There was no expression on the Queen's face, she just looked at him and said coldly: "Remember: He is not allowed to leave the imperial city for five years, and his injured leg is not allowed to be treated for ten years."
Meng Yidong's face changed with fright.
He thought to himself that this is my son and the Queen's son. Even so, he did not dare to express his old arrogance.
He had no choice but to hand over his hand and reply: "I remember, I will definitely take care of him."
The Queen sighed and said quietly: "If you don't discipline him well, one day he will end up like the two elders of the Meng Mansion. Does he think the world's surname is Meng?"
Meng Yidong's face was even more ugly, but in the end he didn't say anything more and lowered his head to listen quietly.
Rubbing her forehead, the Queen waved her hand and said: "In autumn, I will go to the north. None of you are allowed to interfere in this matter, otherwise I will kill you with my own hands!!"
Meng Yidong was shocked. He never expected that Her Majesty the Queen would take action in person.
Then he bowed his head deeply to the ground and replied in a deep voice: "I will definitely discipline everyone in the Meng family and won't allow them to do anything wrong again."
Waving her hand, the Queen said coldly: "Tell Meng Wuhen that if he doesn't have a long memory, I will break his remaining leg to prevent him from dying under someone else's sword."
Meng Yidong was shocked when he heard this. The expression on his face changed again and again, and finally he said goodbye and left honestly.
It was not until a long time later that Yun Qingjiao walked into the royal study, frowned and asked, "Who is so proud that he wants the master to go to the northern town in person?"
Helian Mingyue, who sighed softly and returned to his normal appearance, looked at her and shook his head.
Said: "There is another person who is related to you, but you have forgotten about him, but it is the treasure of our Helian family, my brother's daughter."
Yun Qingjiao was shocked when she heard this and couldn't help but ask: "Why did the princess want to run to that small place? Is there any immortal there?"
Helian Mingyue said coldly: "That's because of a boy from the Duanmu family. Also, the law enforcement elder has been destroyed by a little girl!"
"Ah, how is it possible? Isn't the law enforcement elder a peerless monk?"
Yun Qingjiao responded cautiously and stood aside at a loss.
Ordinarily, this matter has something to do with her. After all, she failed to bring Pianpian back to Fushan in Tianshui and was injured by Xiaodie'er.
Helian Mingyue sighed and cursed: "He deserves it. An old man actually took away the body of a little girl. This was witnessed by a team of forbidden soldiers."
"If I hadn't also sent the leader of the Forbidden Army, I'm afraid no one would have known about the scandal the old guy had done. He didn't even think about it, how could a little girl dare to venture into the world without any support?"
"The Imperial Guards watched helplessly as he transformed from a peerless great monk to a dying old man. He lost all his vitality and died on the way back to the imperial city."
While listening, Yun Qingyao opened her mouth wide and was speechless.
After a long time, he screamed: "If he were a disciple, he would definitely kill him with one sword. He can kill people, but how can he take the body of a girl?"
Yun Qingjiao only lost her memory of Li Xiuyuan, but her most basic conscience was not lost. She couldn't help but get angry when she heard this.
"Sit down and talk, there are no outsiders here."
Helian Mingyue glanced at her and said slowly: "In the future, you should not be too arrogant when you go out, and you must be reasonable in everything. After all, there are monks in the world who are more powerful than you."
Yun Qingjiao hesitated for a moment and replied quietly: "Disciple understands."
Helian Mingyue thought of the old people in Furong Town, the young people she met in the mountains and forests, and Duanmu Qingfeng of the Duanmu family, and she was silent for a while.
In her opinion, the old man in the town was a principled, polite and respectful monk, and it was impossible to let the young man cause trouble.
Could it be that Meng Wuhen really did something outrageous?
In the blink of an eye, she remembered the jade pendant she had given to Xiao Die'er and couldn't help but laugh.
Looking at Yun Qingjiao, she said, "You got some of what you wanted, but you missed some of the wonderful past."
