The scholar smiled bitterly and ignored Ye Qingcheng. He looked at the young monk and signaled the young monk to think about it again.
The young monk shook his head and said: "Donor, I will never go back with you. Everyone knows what the Three Tribulations Sect has done in the two states of the East China Sea. Now the lives there have been devastated by your scourge. Although the Vajra Art is a small way, , but if it is captured by you, the world may no longer be peaceful. No monk would dare to do such a sinful thing."
The scholar burst out laughing at this time, laughing hard: "Master, you can think of a plan to kidnap Cheng'er, why do you think you don't dare?" The little monk looked at him, not knowing what the scholar wanted to say.
The scholar waved his hand and said: "I don't want to bully the small. Since you are a monk, you should debate Buddhism. So, master, is there any difference between saving one person or saving ten thousand people?"
The young monk didn't understand what the scholar meant at this time and replied: "Is there no difference? Does the donor want to argue with me about Buddhism?"
The scholar shook his head and said: "Master, although I have only stayed in Buddhism for a few years, I have also learned several scriptures. When I was training under the master, he once said that Buddhism talks about the four truths and eight sufferings. Birth, old age, illness and death It’s human nature. Since we are born with pain, doesn’t it mean nothing? Buddhism talks about reincarnation in the world and retribution in the Pure Land. Monks practice hard in the hope that there will be blessings after death and reincarnation. Am I right?”
The young monk said: "Donor, don't waste your time. Do you agree or not?"
The scholar continued: "But most people in this world are rich and unkind. Since the hard work in this life is to cultivate the wealth in the next life, then the sins of the rich in the next life will be borne by the next life, and so on. Master, what's the point of this? Does it make sense?”
The young monk did not expect that at this time, the scholar would have to argue with himself such a fallacy. After hearing what the scholar said, the young monk did not answer directly.
The scholar was not in a hurry and said slowly: "Master, you are like this. For your own selfish desires, you have to trade a woman's life for the sake of the world, but why can you decide how the world chooses? You It’s just for yourself. If it’s for yourself, then you are no different from us. So, since Master, why don’t you join us. Maybe my teaching is your destination.”
The little monk didn't expect that the scholar was so powerful, and he could make his own righteousness worthless in just a few words. He gasped and said: "The donor does not need to be glib. I have my own persistence. The young monk has also practiced hard for several years. You say that I am no different. The young monk disagrees. The biggest difference between the donor and me is Yes, I will not make a choice for the common people."
"History will always give some people some important responsibilities. If you don't do it, someone will do it. You evade this responsibility, and I don't want to evade it. Master, do you think this is wrong?"
The little monk simply closed his mouth and stopped talking. The scholar didn't speak when he saw the young monk. His calm expression finally changed, and he finally let out a long sigh: "Oh, Master, do you really no longer think about it?"
The little monk clasped his fingers on Ye Qingcheng's voice again: "Donor, it's you who make the choice."
The scholar nodded, threw the book in his hand behind, and said: "Master, you will regret your stubbornness today."
After saying that, he flew towards the young monk. The young monk was shocked. The book was so vivid and decisive, without any sloppiness. He completely blocked Ye Qingcheng in front of him. The scholar jumped forward and had no angle to strike, but the scholar did not move the little monk at this time. He slightly grabbed Ye Qingcheng's wrist with his left hand, and with a little force, he grabbed the taiyin in Ye Qingcheng's left hand.
Although the young monk didn't know what he wanted, he still shouted: "Donor, you are so stubborn, so the monk will accompany you today..."
Before the little monk finished speaking, his eyes widened. Not only him, but also Ye Qingcheng could not believe it when he looked at the scholar. At this time, the scholar held the Taiyin in his left hand and inserted it into Ye Qingcheng's abdomen mercilessly. The Taiyin penetrated Ye Qingcheng and injured the little monk behind her.
The young monk pushed Ye Qingcheng out, then held his abdomen and stepped back a foot. He looked at his wounds, then looked at Ye Qingcheng who was lying on the ground, and said with a sad smile: "The young monk made a miscalculation. The donor was so decisive. Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. You are like a dragon or a phoenix among people. I admire you, the young monk."
The scholar glanced at Ye Qingcheng who was lying on the ground, then turned back to the young monk: "Master, have you figured it out?"
The young monk closed his eyes, clasped his hands and said, "Is there any point in thinking about it, young monk? However, there is one more thing. Please give me some answers."
"you say."
"Donor, how did you see that the young monk's cover is in this position?" After speaking, the young monk pointed to the place where the scholar had just stabbed him.
"Simple, Vajra Art is the unique skill of the indestructible Vajra. Since it is invulnerable, master, why do you hide behind a woman? I saw that the master has been hiding that position behind Cheng'er just now, so I boldly guessed that your cover should be In that position.”
"What if you're not here?"
"If it's not there, I'll try another location and I'll eventually find the door. Master, you shouldn't threaten me with Cheng'er's life."
Then someone behind him quickly walked over and tapped several of the young monk's large acupoints, thus subduing the young monk.
At this time, the scholar knelt down and helped Ye Qingcheng up. Ye Qingcheng's white dress had been stained red by blood donation. The scholar sighed and said: "Cheng'er, this is your fate. If you want to blame me, blame me."
Ye Qingcheng tried her best to struggle away from the scholar, but the harder she struggled, the weaker her breath became. She could feel that her life was about to come to an end. All of this stemmed from the fact that she had not seen each other for more than ten years and had met for the first time. He killed his biological father.
She tried hard to open her eyes and see the scholar clearly, and silently said to herself, it doesn't matter if she does this, she will go down and reunite with her mother as soon as possible. If he becomes a lonely ghost, she will have to see clearly what this person looks like and will never let him go.
At this moment, someone outside the door shouted loudly: "Be bold!"
Then three people flew in from outside. The leader of the group slapped the scholar without any explanation. The scholar hurriedly dodged aside, but Ye Qingcheng was caught by someone just as he was about to finish.
"Quick! See if there's any help?" Seeing Ye Qingcheng's appearance, the visitor anxiously said to the other person next to him, then turned around and yelled angrily at the scholar: "You deserve to die!"
After saying that, it was like fighting with the scholar.
The people who came were none other than Zhou Li, Yuzhen Tu, and Bu Butian of Tianji Sect.
Bu Butian put Ye Qingcheng down, frowned and looked at the wound that had penetrated his abdomen. There was still blood. Bu Butian thought about it in his mind, then took a deep breath, and then transferred his inner strength to the palm of his hand to quickly pull out the Taiyin. Pull out the Taiyin. When it came out, a bloody arrow flew out. Bu Butian hurriedly tapped the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. But Ye Qingcheng was a little confused due to blood loss.
Bu Butian hurriedly shouted to Zhou Li: "Brother, stop fighting. Qingcheng is dying!"
When Zhou Li heard this, he hurriedly separated from the scholar and jumped back to Ye Qingcheng.
Ye Qingcheng's face was pale at this time, with no trace of blood left. She squinted at the scholar. At this time, the scholar asked others to take the young monk away, then looked at Ye Qingcheng and said: "If you want revenge, come to me in the future. I will wait for you at any time."
After saying that, he flew out of the ruined temple and disappeared into the night.
Zhou Li originally wanted to catch up, but Bu Butian stopped him. Ye Qingcheng was in danger at this time, and for now, he could only try his best to save Ye Qingcheng's life. Zhou and Li worked together to leave a trace of life for Ye Qingcheng, and the three of them took Ye Qingcheng back to Yashan overnight.
After returning to Yashan from Jingzhou, Ye Qingcheng lay in bed for half a year before she recovered. After she came back to life, Ye Qingcheng stayed away from strangers even more than before. It was also from that time that Ye Qingcheng began to practice martial arts crazily, and the seeds of revenge were planted in her heart. This is her only goal in the future.
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Zhou Li sometimes wonders whether it is right or wrong to take Ye Qingcheng to the state religion. If she doesn't take revenge, she won't let go of her obsession. This incident prompted her to constantly look for ways to break through herself. I heard that she jumped off the altar of the national church during the national football election. What kind of choice was this that made her fearless of life and death.
Maybe...this is her fate.
Before dawn the next day, Ye Qingcheng had already left Tianjimen. The eldest grandson Wufang beside her fell asleep lightly in the early morning. Ye Qingcheng looked at the entire Tianjimen from a distance from the Sky Ring, and silently said goodbye in his heart. Turn around and go down the cliff mountain.
Not long after Ye Qingcheng left, Chu Mu and his party appeared at the location of the Tianhuan. Everyone was a little sad, and Changsun Wufang had tears in his eyes. Wu Qi, with such an out-of-touch character, was speechless at this time. No one went to say goodbye because no one could stand the separation. Ye Qingcheng's back gradually turned into a small dot in everyone's eyes, and then disappeared at the end of the road.
Ye Qingcheng, one of the six heroes of Yashan, left Yashan from now on.
Not far from the lower courtyard of Yashan, a monk in monk's robes and sandals stood beside him, looking motionlessly in the direction of Yashan. This man was like a sculpture, remaining in place for half an hour without moving. Until he saw Ye Qingcheng going down the mountain and leaving alone. His head moved slightly. He watched Ye Qingcheng ride his horse all the way north, then turned around and walked back.
There was a valley not far behind him. There was an inconspicuous thatched house in the valley. The monk slowly walked to the door of the house and knocked gently. Then there was a sound from inside.
"come in!"
The monk straightened his clothes, then opened the door gently and walked in.
There was only a simple bed and a wicker chair inside. There was a scholar-looking person sitting on the wicker chair. He was holding a book in his hand, shaking his head and reading happily. Seeing the monk come in, he put the book aside and said to the monk: "Buddha, how come you are back at this hour?"
The monk who was called the Flesh Buddha clasped his hands and said to the person on the wicker chair: "Master Taoist, Ye Qingcheng has come down the mountain."
