Yan Gensheng frowned, and the expression on his face became unnatural: "Baby, I don't know who you are. We just want to live an ordinary life. Regardless of whether you killed the person or not, you should leave now!"
Hun Xiaotian could see that he was a timid person.
"Dad, his injury... is just getting better!"
Xiangying whispered timidly.
"This old man, and Miss Xiangying, I can't repay you for your life-saving kindness, so I'm leaving now."
At this moment, the courtyard door was pushed open, and seven or eight villagers broke in. They were still holding hoes and poles in their hands. The leader was a young man, wearing a blue and white star-striped uniform. He was not tall and slightly built.
Fat, about fifteen or sixteen years old, he led an old man, pointed at Hun Xiaotian and said: "Village chief, that's him, he's the one who killed people."
Hun Xiaotian understood everything instantly.
"Li Chun is here, what are you doing?" Xiangying looked at him angrily. Obviously, he was the young man who spoke yesterday.
Li Chunzai said: "Xiangying, do you know what you are doing? He must be the demon, and it was she who killed your uncle."
"You're talking nonsense. My uncle clearly looked like he was bitten to death. How can you frame someone else?"
Ignoring Yan Xiangying's words, several villagers started talking among themselves. Soon, one of them said: "Yes, he must be a demon."
"Kill him."
"Kill him."
Father Yan trembled all over and pulled Xiangying away from Hun Xiaotian.
The old village chief also looked over and said: "Little baby, please leave quickly! You are not allowed to come to this village again in the future."
There was a trace of bitterness on the corner of Hun Xiaotian's mouth, barbaric realm? Monster? What have I done? Why on earth do you hate me so much?
He looked at the ferocious faces of everyone, and his heart was completely cold. He did not defend himself, nor did he want to defend himself. He walked towards the courtyard gate step by step, walking very slowly, as if he had gone through all the hardships.
Vicissitudes of life.
Li Chun looked at the look of reluctance on Xiangying's face, and couldn't help but feel a trace of inexplicable anger in his heart. He shouted:
"We can't just let him go, he's a monster."
One sentence instantly ignited the hatred of a group of people.
There was a muffled sound on his back, and a pole hit him. He staggered forward a few steps and fell to the ground. However, several villagers did not intend to let him go. They rushed up with a few strides. Hun Xiaotian hugged his knees with both hands.
He curled up into a ball and let the long and short things fall on him like raindrops.
Yan Xiangying scolded her and was about to go up to comfort her, but was grabbed by Li Chunzai.
After struggling for a few times, Li Chunzai still refused to let go. She burst into tears, with a look of disgust in her eyes. After shaking her head slightly, she asked: "Li Chunzai, what are you going to do? You
Does he look like a monster?"
Li Chunzai said firmly: "I think you have been confused by him. I will not let you face danger in the past. If you want to scold me, just scold me!"
"you……"
"alright."
The old village chief shouted, and a group of villagers stopped.
Looking at the motionless boy lying on the ground, the old village chief said coldly: "You go! No matter whether you are a barbarian demon or not, you are not allowed to come to our village again in the future."
Hun Xiaotian has practiced the Demon Arm with Chu Xiong since he was a child, and his bones and meridians have already become very hard. In normal times, these villagers could not hurt him, but he was recovering from a serious injury and could not use much spiritual power, so he was beaten and his aura was disordered.
The five internal organs were in great pain, and the newly healed ribs were also affected, and a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of the mouth.
Compared with the injuries on his body, Hun Xiaotian's heart was even more sad. He was grateful for being saved. Over the years, he had been homeless, sleeping in the open, living a precarious life. This simple woodshed allowed him to live a precarious life.
It gave him a short period of peace and a sense of longing for home. However, this trace of tenderness was shattered by a stick, which brought him back to reality. He didn't understand why these people were so cruel to him. He
You've obviously never done anything, you're a monster, what is a monster? Can you be considered a monster just by living in the mountains?
Hun Xiaotian got up, wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth, and left without looking back. Xiangying looked at his lonely back and bit her trembling red lips.
There are lotus leaves and gurgling water. After running all the way and crossing the dusty stone bridge in front of you, you can enter the Shiwan Mountains and the vast wilderness.
However, there was a person blocking the bridge. She was an ordinary little girl, about four or five years old, with two braids, and a very cute red face. The little girl looked at him with an innocent look on her face.
"Brother, where are you going?"
Hun Xiaotian sat down, he was a little tired from walking all the way.
"I want to go into the mountains."
The little girl suddenly widened her eyes and said, "Brother, you can't go into the mountains. My father said there are wolves in the mountains."
Hun Xiaotian pursed his lips and smiled and said, "Little sister, I'm not afraid of wolves. Big brother can fight wolves."
The little girl looked at him seriously and said, "Brother, don't go into the mountains. Can you play with me and play with the little bamboo man?"
She spread her fleshy little hands, revealing two small figures made of thin bamboo skewers.
Hun Xiaotian saw something and thought about it. This little bamboo man was also Ning'er's favorite toy when he was a child. He reached out and touched the little girl's head. The little girl didn't resist and smiled at him. It was very cute.
At this moment, a woman's very frightened voice came from behind him.
"You...what are you doing? You let my child go!"
Hun Xiaotian did not turn around, his hands were frozen in the air.
"Don't hurt her, I beg you!"
The woman was even more frightened, with an obvious tremor in her voice.
The fingertips trembled slightly twice, then squeezed tightly, and the figure stood up silently and walked towards the vast mountain.
Seeing that he finally left, the woman quickly ran over, hugged the child tightly, and cast a complicated look at the place where the figure disappeared.
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Hun Xiaotian went into the mountains and picked some wild fruits to satisfy his hunger. He then found a remote cave and stopped there.
He sat cross-legged and began to check his injuries. There were many bruises on his body, and the breath in his body was chaotic. Fortunately, the newly healed ribs were not broken. The beating heart was twisted into a twist by extremely thin gold wires. The villagers'
The beating only caused him some superficial injuries, which were not serious. He should be fine with a good treatment. The most important thing was the soft golden bird feathers that trapped his heart, but now he had no other way.
Finally, Hun Xiaotian took out the booklet and studied it carefully.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and had some understanding in his heart. The basis of this Buddhist method is to temper one's own body, which can be regarded as a kind of penance. This is different from the two clans of corpses and bones.
The exercises are somewhat similar and are suitable for his current situation. Hun Xiaotian sighed secretly: It seems that the great monk also has good intentions and knows that I can't expose my identity now.
Since I can’t use my soul power now, why don’t I study this technique first!
Hun Xiaotian sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to operate the first level of skills in the secret book. He moved the few breaths in his body according to the veins of the skills.
Hun Xiaotian felt very painful when the exercise started. As time went by, his body became hot and his clothes gradually became wet with sweat.
Phew~
Hun Xiaotian exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes. The first level of Vajra Prajna was completed.
Although his previous cultivation level was not low, Hun Xiaotian did not expect such a fast speed.
"Then try the second level of Gathering Souls into the Sea!"
The second level of Vajra Prajna Gong is to condense the unique spiritual power of Buddhism through the operation of the kung fu. If you can condense the spiritual power and incorporate it into your own alchemy sea, you will be considered a small success.
Although this step is only the second level of practice, very few people are likely to pass it. It tests not only your talent and perseverance, but also whether you have a chance with Buddhism.
Hun Xiaotian followed the technique for several weeks, and a faint golden light appeared in his meridians.
Hun Xiaotian opened his eyes suddenly and opened his mouth slightly.
"This, how is this possible? How can it be so simple?"
Although the golden light is weak, it is indeed genuine Buddhist spiritual power. The Buddhist spiritual power that others cannot match in their lifetime was simply condensed by Hun Xiaotian.
He continued to run, and slowly golden light appeared in each meridians of the body. The golden light flow became more intense. If the golden spiritual power could be successfully condensed in the Dantian, the second level of the Buddhist Vajra Prajna Gong would be
Considered a success. This chapter has been completed!
