She hurt people, killed people, and was seriously injured herself.
"Hurry up and capture him!"
"What's the point of trying to catch such a vicious thief? Let's break her bones and spread her ashes!"
Seven or eight monks surrounded Feng Qingyuan, their eyes full of resentment. Feng Qingyuan, whose white clothes were stained with blood, stood in the center with a long sword, her smile as bright and bright as ever, without any worry about the current situation, nor any hatred towards them.
and ridicule.
"What's the point of talking so much? Let's talk after you defeat me." She picked up the sword flower and was about to attack again.
"Wait a minute." Yuan Mo fell from the sky and stood between them.
A monk yelled, "What do you want to do, monk? Now is not the time to spread your compassion freely!"
Yuan Mo turned his beads around, turned his back to Feng Qingyuan, and said to them, "You have misunderstood Daoist Feng. I am Xia Chen who had a verbal marriage with her. I broke the contract first, and she did not kill me.
And the story of her stealing the valuable treasure of Qingwu Mountain is even more false. We are all cultivators, so we should know that what we hear may not necessarily be true."
The monks looked at each other a few times, but their expressions did not soften at all.
"How do you prove that what you said is true? Even if it is true, it is also true that she has killed our companions now!"
"Get out of the way, or we'll beat you too!"
"That's right. Besides, what you mentioned happened so long ago. This witch's reputation does not only come from these two things. If she was a good person, how could she kill us!"
Yuan Mo turned around and said to Feng Qingyuan, "Fellow Daoist Feng, I believe you are not that kind of person. Head Feng has also returned to the Qingwu Sect. If you have anything to say, please explain it clearly. There is no need to shout about beating or killing."
"Xia, what are you doing? You're quite interesting, but don't meddle in my business, or I'll beat you up too."
Feng Qingyuan raised her hand and wiped the sword blade from her sleeve, leaving a blood mark. She held a clean sword and said, "Everyone has ears, eyes, mouth, heart and brain, but some people are deaf and cannot hear others.
Explain that some people are blind and cannot see the facts; some people talk dirty and have no one to guard the door; they open their mouths and tell lies; some people are biased and only insist on what they think; some people can make water come out of their heads and force themselves to do so.
Pretending that the whole world is turbulent and I alone am innocent, this is my first time as a human being, do you still expect me to be responsible for your stupidity?"
"There's no need to say anything. If you want to kill me, just come. If anyone can take this life, I don't mind."
Yuan Mo had a sad face. He didn't know whether he was sad for the world or Feng Qingyuan's situation.
He believes that if Feng Qingyuan is really a bad person, it is him and everyone who does not distinguish right from wrong is responsible.
Yuanmo advised Feng Qingyuan not to be too decisive, and said, "There are always people who care about you in the world. You still have relatives and friends. Why not think about them, especially when Master Feng is at the forefront of the storm."
Feng Qingyuan said lightly, "The bond of mortal blood was severed the moment I set foot on the road, and the educational friendship between me and the Qingwu Sect was also ended the moment I left their Taoism. You don't have to mention Feng Qingyuan alone.
As for the headmaster, although I am his descendant by blood, we do not have much friendship. I have only met him twice. Once he said, "Come with me to practice Taoism," and once he said, "
You can't cultivate anything, so you can repay me by becoming a Taoist couple with that disciple of Xia Jihui and living peacefully."
Yuan Mo's voice became hoarse. His words to persuade people to be kind and to be tolerant were difficult to say. He suddenly remembered that when he was still Xia Chen, he was so desperate and powerless. He didn't even have the strength to hate. But what is he doing now?
?
He found that he could not persuade Feng Qingyuan, nor could he save her. She lived a clearer life than anyone else, so why did he need to persuade and save her?
In the blink of an eye, Feng Qingyuan had pushed him away and was fighting with those people again.
The battles between monks range from mutual learning to the point of fighting to the death, and there are also fights to the death.
Regardless of the antecedents, just because they fought to this extent and there were casualties on both sides, it is impossible to be virtuous.
Feng Qingyuan just wanted to fight happily by herself. When she was a mortal, she listened to her parents' rules and did not allow her to resist. When she came to the Qingwu Sect, she listened to her teacher's rules and was ordered around at will. She was once gentle and would not refuse others.
But after she was divorced, she suddenly figured out that everything in the world had little to do with her, so why should she be so worried and depressed by those insignificant things?
As she said, her heart is very small and she doesn't know how to put things out, which makes her panic.
What can be kept in her heart is considered to be the most precious treasure in the world, but now, the only thing she cares about is the word "fun".
Her sword moves were also smooth, as graceful as a swimming dragon, and as powerful as a startled giant. Even with her seriously injured body, she was able to kill them and make them frighten.
However, today may really be her death. No matter how hard she beats her, she can't change the fact that her energy is running out.
Those few people did not give in and were determined to bury her in this sea. One of them roared, "You must give my senior brother your life!"
He actually pounced on her and blew himself up!
The overwhelming energy impact was about to destroy Feng Qingyuan in an instant, but at this moment, Yuan Mo took action. He blocked Feng Qingyuan with his body, with a calm expression, "Don't be too persistent, sometimes you can retreat."
Boom, the cause of death disappears.
Zhan Changfeng was speechless. When the monk asked Yuanmo to save the mirror, Yuanmo was destined to die.
"Sacrifice your own life and turn around for someone else. Do you think it will be useful?"
The monk smiled deliberately and relaxedly. He asked Yuan Mo to chase Feng Qingyuan and go back to save Feng Qingyuan. He already expected that Yuan Mo would die for Feng Qingyuan, because as a Buddhist disciple, he knew best about sacrifice and perfection.
A compassionate heart honed by fate will not sit idly by and watch Feng Qingyuan die.
"Emperor, I hope you will not interfere with the reincarnation of the Divine Mirror of All Laws."
"It's a pity that fate has come to an end."
Hearing this, the monk calmly fiddled with the beads and said, "Yuanmo followed his original intention, but he did not escape his own disaster."
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Feng Qingyuan being stabbed through the heart by a monk after being surprised.
He was also asking himself whether Yuan Mo's death could make Feng Qingyuan look back.
With this thought in mind, the monk walked to the sea, one step at a time creating a lotus. The holy light smoothed the waves and stopped the fighting.
The Divine Mirror of Ten Thousand Dharmas knows all kinds of Dharma and is proficient in nature. No matter how true your feelings are, I am afraid it will be difficult to move Him.
Even though Feng Qingyuan is just a little monk and a slightly stronger person, she will still be shocked by this kind of sacrifice of life.
The monk needs her to listen to him preach a Dharma and answer a question before he can.
The peaceful sound of Buddha rang out on the sea, and the truth of Buddhism penetrated the ears. The few monks who had just wanted to drive the monks away gradually calmed down and were wrapped in the light of Buddha. A hint of enlightenment slowly appeared in their eyes.
A touch of piety, even repentance.
Feng Qingyuan's eyes gradually calmed down after the initial surprise, as if she was listening to an incomprehensible Dharma session.
The monk frowned slightly and extended the ceremony to three days and three nights.
When he finished speaking, several monks pressed their foreheads against his feet, completely moved by his Dharma. As long as he was willing, they could immediately become monks and become disciples.
But Feng Qingyuan moved her lips, touched the wound and said weakly, "I'm not dead yet."
"..." The monk looked serious and asked her in a loud voice, "If the people are in trouble, are you willing to go through fire and water for them!"
Feng Qingyuan looked at him and made sure he was asking her, then said, "It depends on the situation."
The monk was extremely dissatisfied with this answer. Did Yuan Mo's death not touch her?
Didn't it make her realize something?
"You can achieve great freedom by helping the world and saving people. You are also a beneficiary. You should better understand the preciousness of it."
Feng Qingyuan thought of the scene where Yuan Mo took the blame for her and smiled helplessly. She was a little shocked and grateful for Yuan Mo's move.
But there was nothing more. First, all he had to do was die, but now both of them had to die. No matter what his intentions were, he was forced to accept a feeling that he didn't have to bear.
Secondly, whether she lives or dies in the end is her own choice, so why should someone interfere.
Feng Qingyuan said nothing, the monk had already understood her attitude.
The monk sighed sadly. He sacrificed his Buddha and his life, but he still couldn't get the answer he wanted.
"That's enough." Zhan Changfeng came step by step, the lotus broke, the waves rolled, the Buddhist charm disappeared, and the sky was clear. She did not look at the monk, but said to Feng Qingyuan, "You deserve to die."
The monk's question just now brought with it the secrets of Buddhism. Whenever Feng Qingyuan answered yes, she would be regarded as converting to Buddhism, or restoring her original body, and becoming a sacred object of Buddhism to help the world.
She didn't stop it because she regarded all of this as a calamity that the mirror should go through. However, she would not allow the monk to keep dragging Feng Qingyuan's life that was supposed to end, grinding and moaning.
Zhan Changfeng's words seemed to make everything return to normal. Feng Qingyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and her vitality quickly dissipated.