"Donor?" Feng Qingyuan raised her lips, "I don't care whether you are a monk or not. Because of you, my reputation has withered and I have suffered a lot of ridicule. I really can't swallow this tone. Otherwise, how would I have escaped the supervision of my master?
Step into this realm again.”
The monk gently admonished, "Only when you have a place of mercy and mercy on others, and have a broad heart, can you see the Buddha and encounter blessings."
"Monk!" Feng Qingyuan sat high on the horse and bent down to look at them. "I am small-minded and can't hold too much. If a matter is not resolved, I will toss and turn, unable to eat or sleep, and feel very uncomfortable."
The young monk stood up and said, "What do you want?"
"As a cultivator, follow the rules of a cultivator. You and I will fight, life or death." Feng Qingyuan pulled out the sword hanging on the saddle, her eyes shining, "Dare you dare?"
The young monk was in a dilemma. It was his first day to enter Buddhism. He didn’t know the rules of Buddhism yet, but he expected that Buddhist disciples should not fight bravely. “I won’t fight with you. If you want to get angry, I will stand here and do whatever you want.”
You kill."
The monk nodded slightly, thinking that the young monk had done a good job and had wisdom. He looked at Feng Qingyuan again and couldn't help but sigh.
"Do you think you can overcome the unhappiness in my heart by just letting me be killed?" Feng Qingyuan straightened her back and looked down at him, "Forget it, I don't have time to waste on this matter, I will kill you with one sword.
It all depends on your luck."
She drew the sword as soon as she said it, and the sword energy flowed into the dust, stabbing the young monk.
The little monk didn't even react, he just felt a burst of pain.
There were two puffs, one sound of the sword entering the chest, and one sound of the sword being drawn out.
Feng Qingyuan shook off the blood drops on the sword, put it into the sheath, clamped her legs under the horse's belly, and left laughing without hiding her bright look.
The monk muttered the Buddha's name in a low voice and looked into the young monk's confused eyes, "Don't worry, you won't die."
That sword missed his heart by an inch. If he was treated earlier, there would be no serious problems.
The monk's finger reached the sky, and light floated between his fingers. When he brushed it over his wound, his wound healed.
The young monk adjusted his clothes, suppressed the remaining fear, and asked the monk, "Where should we go now?"
"Transform into a human being again." The monk said to the young monk, "Saving others also saves oneself, and saving all sentient beings is also for the purpose of transcending and becoming a Buddha. The donor just now was always attached to his heart, which was not beneficial to others and himself, and he would eventually suffer from it.
If you can persuade her to be kind, you will understand the Buddha's will."
The young monk nodded ignorantly, and Er said again, "She has already ridden away, and I can't catch up."
"There is a road at your feet, how can you not catch up?"
"Okay." The young monk ran in the direction Feng Qingyuan left, not daring to stop.
But he could never catch up with her, but he would often hear news from her on the way to pursue her.
She injured someone in the downtown area, she spoke arrogantly at a poetry meeting where talented people gathered, saying that everyone was inferior to her, and she ran into a secret place without overestimating her abilities.
The young monk has had the experience of being slandered. When he hears these rumors, he will first carefully verify them.
Then it was discovered that she had indeed injured someone - in self-defense.
She was not ashamed of her words, but she ended up in second place instead of first place, which gave others an excuse to criticize.
In the end, the little monk hurriedly arrived at the secret realm, but was stopped outside because he could not hand over the spiritual stone that had entered the secret realm.
Fortunately, half a year later, he saw Feng Qingyuan come out with injuries all over her body, and her cultivation level had also been promoted to an extraordinary level.
Before he could even go over and say a word, the man disappeared with his sword.
The young monk hesitated for a long time and smiled bitterly. He couldn't even build a foundation. It was difficult to walk in this monastic world. How could he catch up with an extraordinary person?
He slowed down his pace and visited temples in various places, concentrating on practicing Buddhism.
In terms of martial arts, he really had no qualifications or talent, but he changed his way of practice, and his speed improved by leaps and bounds, and his practice became increasingly sophisticated.
When he went to look for Feng Qingyuan again, Feng Qingyuan actually gained a reputation as a witch.
Everyone knows that she once killed the future Taoist couple at the gate of Xia City.
Everyone knows that she has evil intentions and stole the master's valuable treasure to escape.
Everyone knows that wherever she walks there is blood, and she will kill anyone she encounters.
...
The young monk is no longer the young monk he once was. He now has a Buddhist name called Yuan Mo and is quite famous in temples all over the country.
He revisited his old place and came to Xia City. For him, ten long years had passed, but in Xia Jihui's eyes, he had just returned from discussing Taoism.
When Xia Jihui flew past the city gate, he saw the monk and thought he looked familiar. Er asked, "Xia Chen, why did you shave your head?"
"Ten years ago, a poor monk came out of his dark room and became a monk."
Yuanmo was waiting for Xia Jihui to fly into a rage, but Xia Jihui nodded thoughtfully, "Monk...forget it, you are more talented in practicing Buddhism, then just practice Buddhism, our fate
It’s all over.”
Yuan Mo was stunned for a moment, then bowed and said, "Thank you...senior."
Xia Jihui waved his hand and left, but was stopped by Yuan Mo.
"Senior, do you know anything about Feng Qingyuan of the Qingwu Sect?"
"That little girl, I heard a little bit about it when I was discussing it with people, and it was all nonsense."
For the first time, Xia Jihui treated Yuanmo with an equal attitude, which made Yuanmo feel a little flattered.
"Senior, please explain in detail."
"This matter, among the few True Lords we discussed together, there was Master Feng of the Qingwu Sect. We didn't care about the outside world when we discussed it. After we left the house after discussing this matter, Fellow Daoist Feng received a lot of old things.
The transmission talisman is about Feng Qingyuan’s incident.”
Xia Jihui lamented, "How can the Qingwu Sect have any valuable treasures? It's just that Feng Qingyuan's cultivation has grown too fast, which aroused the curiosity of the Qingwu Sect monks and thought that she had obtained a rare treasure.
It happened that an elder had developed supernatural powers and was concerned about the position of the leader, so he wanted to seize Feng Qingyuan's treasure and ruin her reputation, so as to implicate the leader Feng and ask him to abdicate.
But as long as we know the truth ourselves, we can’t explain it, we can’t explain it.”
Yuan Mo asked, "What's going on with the Qingwu Sect now? When Head Feng returns, he should clear up Feng Qingyuan's name, right?"
"This is not necessarily true. The Qingwu Sect is in civil strife. If Master Feng agrees, his name may be cleared. If Master Feng loses, then Feng Qingyuan will not be able to get rid of the crime, and even Master Feng will be accused of covering up.
name."
"Senior knows the truth, why don't you help Master Feng?"
"I will not participate in other people's internal fighting. You, a monk, don't know the complexity of the world." He mainly made friends with the Qingwu Sect, not with Master Feng. Master Feng was about to expire and his strength was not as good as before.
, the probability of defeat is extremely high. It would be fine if he didn't step on him, so how could he help?
However, Yuan Mo thought that in order to persuade Feng Qingyuan to do good, he must first clear her name, so he hurried to the Qingwu Sect.
While passing through a forest, he heard several people mentioning Feng Qingyuan's name. When he stopped and listened, he actually said that Feng Qingyuan was besieged by a group of monks at sea and was in danger of perishing!
Yuan Mo immediately turned around and rushed to the sea.
After he left, several people in the woods gradually merged into one person, and it was the monk!