A story with clear cause and effect is earache.
What about causes and effects that are unclear?
While Ming Yuying was looking at such a monk, he seemed to hear some sword sounds, which seemed to come from outside the wind and snow.
The Nanchu spirit wizard, who probably didn't have long to live, turned his head and looked beyond such a snowy mountain pass.
There seems to be a figure of a sword cultivator coming through the wind and snow, drawing a sword.
I just watched it for a long time, and the wind and snow just blew calmly and for a long time.
When Ming Yuwei turned around with some confusion, Master Jiaolu had already put down his hand and was looking down at his palm seriously. There was a faint blood color in his palm. It was not very obvious, but seemed to be accidental. Pick a flower with a bright red color and spread the color in the palm of your hand.
When the Nanchu spirit wizard saw the color of the snow, he was surprised and asked in a weak voice: "Master, why does your ear hurt?"
The monk put down his palm and said with a slight smile: "Maybe my destined person will come soon."
"..."
If you are crazy, you will answer the questions asked by others.
Such a sentence is probably the most true thought in Ming Yufeng's heart.
The weak Nanchu Spirit Witch was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "So?"
The great monk in white said seriously: "So it doesn't matter whether your ears hurt or not."
Ming Mayfly looked at the earless, very funny white-robed monk sitting in the wind and snow for a long time, and then silently shrank back, leaning closer to the cliff behind him.
Or maybe.
The world is as illusionary as a banana deer's dream, and its splendor is as empty as a mirror.
It doesn't matter whether your ears hurt or not.
Ming Mayfly curled up her weak body tighter, feeling that the chill that hit her bones had subsided a little.
The dying spirit wizard leaned there and thought for a long time, and asked softly: "So, who is Master's... ahem... destined person?"
The great monk in white thought seriously and said, "He hasn't come yet, how do I know?"
"If Master doesn't know, then what are you waiting for?"
"It is precisely because I don't know that I have to wait. If I know, I will naturally run to the human world just like the destined master."
Ming Yufeng thought seriously for a long time, then sighed and said: "It turns out that the monk also talks about fate."
Master Jiaolu smiled and said: "Among the six magical powers of Buddhism, there is the power of fate. How can we not talk about fate?"
It's just that everything will probably get through in the end.
Ming Mayfly smiled with a weak but contented look.
"Only people from the Wuguishen Cult never believe in such illusory things."
Master Jiaolu looked at Ming Mayfly and said calmly: "You place everything in Master Shengui. Of course you don't need to believe in such things."
Ming Mayfly sighed.
The great monk looked at Ming Mayfly and said curiously: "Why are you sighing?"
Ming Mayfly sighed and said: "Unfortunately, I have also practiced Taoism. Although I have not practiced it very well, Taoism and the skills of witches and ghosts are often mutually exclusive. This is probably the reason why I am not good at Taoism, but it also caused my sway. , I sometimes feel that I should be proud to be a member of the Taoist witchcraft and ghost religion - when the master ridiculed the witchcraft, ghost and god religion for letting the gods and ghosts dominate, I should have refuted it angrily. But I didn't. I also read the Taoist scriptures. I know what the master said is true. To be a human being to such an extent is probably a struggle and a failure."
The great monk smiled and said: "Struggle is a good thing. Struggle means that you are still alive. When you are lying there quietly, you are probably already in the River Styx."
This seems to be a way of asking questions and answering questions.
But it seems reasonable.
Pain is a necessary part of life.
That is the reason that urges everything in the world to move forward.
Ming Yuying leaned there quietly, probably curled up for a while, and regained some energy. Then he sat up straighter, looked at Master Jiaolu and asked: "So when should I go to the Styx?"
The monk in white clothes clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist chant.
"Amitabha, hurry up, hurry up."
Ming Mayfly let out a long breath.
Perhaps this is indeed some light-hearted news.
Although it was scary to see such a black boat in a trance.
But it is much better than being suppressed under those Buddhist Dharma forever.
Ming Yuying didn't know why, but his eyes became much softer when he looked at the monk in white. He sat up upright with great difficulty, using some of his remaining shamanic power and the thin river of Styx scattered between the heaven and the earth. He raised his hands with strength, imitated the monk's clasping hands, and let his head fall down naturally.
Very much like a devout believer in Buddhism.
"Grandmaster."
The Nanchu spirit wizard's voice was very soft.
The great monk without ears probably had chilblains on his ears caused by the wind and snow, so he sat there scratching his ears.
"What's the matter, donor?"
I don’t know why, maybe it was because of the appearance of Ming Ephemera, but after scratching it a few times, the monk sat up straightly. It has the meaning of going up the mountain to ask Zen questions and answering questions in the wind and snow.
Ming Mayfly's head hung deeply.
"Can people like me reach the other side after death?"
Master Jiaolu said seriously: "No."
Ming Yuyu was obviously a little disappointed. After being silent for a long time, he said softly: "Why?"
"The other shore is either here or not."
This is probably an answer that is not sincere and only cleverly argued.
Ming Mayfly laughed softly, let go of his hand, and leaned back on the cliff behind him.
"Master is right. The other shore is somewhere else but not here. This is probably a place that can never be reached."
Ming Mayfly smiled and then calmed down.
"Those who cross the river walk back and forth, and there will always be another shore. This is a painful and painful verbal paradox under the wisdom and ingenuity of the world."
Ming Yufeng, who was originally a man of the shaman and ghost path in Nanchu, talked about the great path.
"As the Taoist Canon of Hangu Temple says - if you fight dendrobium for it and measure it, you will steal it together with the dendrobium tree; if you weigh it and call it, you will steal it together with the weighing; if you make a talisman seal and trust it, Then combine it with the talisman seal and steal it; if you want to correct it for the sake of benevolence and righteousness, then combine it with benevolence and righteousness and steal it."
"Only by eliminating wisdom, abandoning cleverness, annihilating words, abandoning definitions, seeing nothingness with nothingness, in the ultimate state of emptiness..."
The Nanchu spirit wizard looked at Feng Xue extremely calmly.
"The world can have peace."
The virtuous white-robed monk just smiled and clasped his hands.
"So you see, how can a person like you reach the other side? After I talk to you, I need to wipe my body with the yak dung in the wind and snow, and wash my ears and eyes with the water of the filthy sewers."
Ming Mayfly also smiled.
"So if we have different paths, we should never talk to each other or conspire with each other throughout our lives. It is reasonable for the master to beat me to death."
The monk in white didn't say anything more, just lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name softly.
A destined person may be on the way.
Ming Mayfly sat there quietly, turning her head with great difficulty to look into the depths of the wind and snow.
The other shore is naturally inaccessible.
It’s just not necessarily Amiji.
After all, it was once a human place.
...
The meaning of such a crisp sound is that something is broken.
Although Chen He was just a person from Xianyun Yehe, he could probably see many clues from such a sword that shouldn't have been there.
Such a swordsman who held the sword behind him firmly and walked away in the wind and snow.
There are only two kinds of failure.
One is that the realm is broken.
One is that the Daohai is broken.
At that moment, Chen He actually had a very quick but seemingly extremely long daydream about these two kinds of problems.
The realm is broken, it is broken and then established, it is a free and high-spirited break that is put to death and then reborn.
When the sea of Tao is broken, it is like breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, leaving no escape route, even though tens of thousands of people have gone to it, it is a generous break.
Both are of course very good.
Chen He thought about it very seriously, and he didn't know what kind of break it was.
It wasn't until he saw the sharp and mighty sword intent on that sword that it shouldn't belong to a Nine Realm Sword Cultivator that the young man thought in amazement that in fact, some things may not necessarily have a choice.
For example, there is a swordsman with an empty mind, who says that doing something even though he knows it is impossible is the most romantic time in the world. He first dropped his sword towards the center of his Daohai.
It was chopped on such a Taoist tree that had achieved results in the Nine Realms for a long time but could never be shaken.
So the Dao tree was cut off, and the roots of heaven and earth as its cornerstone were also chopped into pieces. All the cultivation accumulated over decades turned into surging water at that moment, refilling the dry sea of Dao.
The God of Grain is immortal and is called the mysterious female. The gate of Xuanfei is called the root of heaven and earth. If it persists, it will not be used diligently.
But today in the wind and snow, this thirty-six-year-old sword cultivator Gushen died.
It was chopped into pieces by his own sword in exchange for the last bit of strength and sword intent.
Therefore, the body is full of vitality and the sword is awe-inspiring, but everything is dissipating very quickly - once the practitioner's roots of heaven and earth disappear, all the vitality will naturally be like rootless duckweeds in the river, scattered away.
Without hesitation, Nan Dequ grabbed the most powerful point and sent out the sword.
Zhuang Baiyi also looked at his unfamiliar junior brother in silence.
Break and then stand, break the cauldron and sink the boat, be high-spirited, generous and decisive.
These are certainly good words in the story.
It’s just that without your generosity in the world, I must fail.
The sword that barely broke through the Nine Realms, although it was huge, in such a snowstorm, was enough to put pressure on Zhuang Baiyi, who was responsible for the remaining Buddhist magical powers of the Ami Temple in front of the mountain gate.
But, probably it's still not fatal enough.
Back on the East China Sea, a sword cultivator in white clothes slashed Gao Ya with his sword. A sword cultivator named Zhong Saoxue stopped the Taoist cultivator who was about to enter the seventh layer with a sword, and Zhuang Baiyi picked him up with a sword. Fei Zhong's snow-clearing sword.
If the woman on Mojian Cliff hadn't come with a sword, the story might have taken a different direction.
Such a demon cultivator disciple whom Cong Ren accepted five hundred years ago, even if he claims that his talent is average, it is impossible for him to be inferior after all.
The person who almost killed the injured Prime Minister in the Youhuang Mountains was of course also at a very high level.
So facing that sword - it was Yun Poyue, one of the extremely powerful sword styles inherited from the Mo Jian Ya sword style of the Human Sword Sect.
The clouds break through the moon.
Zhuang Baiyi didn't look panicked, he just stood calmly in the wind and snow with his sword in hand, full of sword intent and wrapped in scriptures. This sword cultivator attracted the vast majority of Buddhist voices on this snowy ancient road to suppress, Just like the shackles of scriptures that Nan Dequ had before Zhuang Baiyi came, they were even much heavier than the shackles that Nan Dequ had at that time.
When the clouds break through the moon and the wind and snow come.
The sword cultivator slowly raised his sword, and there were sounds of countless scripture shackles breaking, and at the same time, he summoned an even greater and heart-shaking sound of Buddhist chants, all falling towards Zhuang Baiyi.
In fact, this is probably just an extremely simple picture - from what Chen He saw.
There was a sword cultivator who broke through the Daohai and sent out a sword to break through the realm. There was a sword cultivator who carried the wind and snow Buddha's sound and dragged the sword of snow like abyss up calmly.
The sound of the sword is extremely clear.
Zhuang Baiyi was dressed in a black robe, all under the suppression of those scriptures, as if silk threads were being strung into his flesh and blood.
As for Nandequ's sword, it flew away easily in the wind and snow, broke into two pieces, and fell dejectedly down the mountain beyond the stone path.
Nan Dequ stood silently in the wind and snow watching that scene.
Angry endings are not necessarily happy ones.
Generous endings are not necessarily wishful thinking.
This swordsman was silent in the wind and snow like a sword that was broken by a sword after he tried his best.
Zhuang Baiyi's sword fell down very quickly. No matter how calmly the sword cultivator cut off Nan Dequ's sword, he would inevitably suffer some injuries from those ancient scriptures. The Sword of Yuan reappeared. Dragging in the snow, Ruyuan's man under the black robe of wind and snow also bent down slightly and coughed up some blood.
Nan Dequ was not injured, but the vitality of heaven and earth was dissipating very quickly.
In the future, he may have no choice but to eat human food sincerely to maintain the continuation of his life, just like people in the world have done in the past.
But for this swordsman, this is not a sentimental thing.
Of course, people from the Human Sword Sect will go to the human world never to return.
They didn't say anything, and they didn't look at the broken sword that fell in the wind and snow. They just turned around calmly, followed the footprints of the wind and snow when they came, and went down.
Zhuang Baiyi probably did pay a price for this sword. The sword cultivator who was originally dragging the sword stopped there for a long time. Under the black robe, the sword spirit energy wandered around and strangled those into his body. The verses are cut off bit by bit.
Chen He finally emerged from the pile of rabbit fur and looked at Nan Dequ sadly.
"Why are you doing this? It's impossible to stop it."
Nan Dequ just stopped there quietly and said softly: "That's why it's called something you can't do. You can't just watch it from here if there is really such a slight possibility?"
Only then did Chen He realize that the sword cultivator's body was trembling, and asked with some concern: "You're still injured, right?"
Nan Dequ lowered his head and looked at his body. He was silent for a long time and said softly: "Is there a possibility that I am so cold?"
"..."
Probably even in Nanyi City, during the winter snow, the harmony between the common people and the practitioners was far from what Zhang Xiaoyu thought in the East China Sea town.
Even if a practitioner is as overweight and overweight as the common people, after all, it is difficult to imitate the trembling in the cold.
Nan Dequ looked at Chen He strangely.
"Why aren't you shaking?"
Chen He said with a smile: "Do you think I collect rabbit furs really to make magic weapons?"
Nan Dequ was silent for a long time, looked at Chen He and said sincerely: "Give me some too."
Chen He took out a handful of rabbit fur from his wheelchair and gave it to Nan Dequ.
The two of them huddled in the Tianyan car together in a tacit understanding, with only a pair of eyes exposed, looking at the sword cultivator in the snow from a distance.
"It's so cold!"
Nan Dequ sighed sincerely.
Chen He did not sigh like this, but looked melancholy at the black-robed sword cultivator outside the mountain gate.
"Is your sword really useful?"
Nan Dequ was silent for a while, and then said seriously: "Maybe it will be of some use, even if you say that the master's ears were chopped off, but if he really has clairvoyance and can hear the story here, it's just Will we be unable to catch up in a short while? My sword may be the crucial sword."
Chen He huddled in Tianyan's car and sighed melancholy.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have lent him the car and made him come here."
Nan Dequ was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Can you beat him?"
Chen He said silently: "Senior brother, don't joke."
Nan Dequ said softly: "Since we can't win, it's not your decision whether to borrow it or not."
Perhaps it is.
If Chen He is indeed just Chen He.
But if Chen He is not Chen He, what's the point?
The black-robed swordsman stood quietly in the snow and adjusted his breathing.
Nan Dequ's sword failed to be the last straw.
But until Zhuang Baiyi used his sword intent to protect himself again, the two people huddled in Tianyan's car still didn't expect such a white-robed monk with strong martial virtue.
Zhuang Baiyi once again drew his sword and walked slowly in the wind and snow towards the mountain gate where the stone Buddhist lantern was swinging in the snow.
Perhaps the last hope in Nan Dequ's heart was shattered. He huddled in a pile of rabbit fur and cursed angrily.
"What a telepathic master, I think he's just a shitty deaf person."
Such a very common curse word from the world, it is difficult for people to imagine that this swordsman was still generously saying that it is the romance of swordsmanship to do something when he knows that he cannot do it.
Of course, Nandequ is also a common person, not to mention that in the Jianzong Garden, you are listening to the noisy words of the world across the wall every day.
No surprise, of course.
Chen He thought for a while and said, "Maybe he is indeed right, and he really just has an earache?"
Nan Dequ fell silent.
The gate of the Snowy Mountain in the distance.
The black-robed sword was constantly suppressing the sounds of Buddha and scriptures, dragging the sword step by step - even though they were so far apart, they could see countless small and huge ripples caused by the collision of the vitality of heaven and earth.
Visitors coming in the wind and snow are probably not returning guests.
The sword dragging in the snow was suddenly lifted up.
The Buddhist lanterns swayed, countless scriptures were shattered, and those vast chanting sounds were also cut to silence by the sword's will and wind at that moment.
The sword cultivator knocked on the door.
With a sword, of course.
Chen He may be able to understand this truth.
The ancient temple gate, which had been covered by wind and snow for a long time, was finally knocked open with this sword.
Zhuang Baiyi finally couldn't withstand the pressure of those scriptures and Buddhist sounds, so he took out the Ruyuan Sword and inserted it in front of the mountain gate.
The sword cultivator, who was dressed in black robe and walked through the cold snow, vomited blood all over the floor at the door, and then raised his head.
Look up.
So Feng Xue Renjian became deeply silent under the astonished gaze of this sharp-edged sword cultivator with swollen brows.
