Sealing Sword

Back then, when he was young and flourishing, he hadn't tasted the taste of the world of mortals.

Thirty years ago, Se Kong had not yet become an eminent Buddhist monk, Duan Ya was still traveling around the world, and Zhao Bing'e was still in the age of Jasper.

Burial Soul Palace had not long established itself in the Southwest at that time, and the owner of the palace, Helian Shen, overthrew the Helian family to seize power four years ago, but there were not many people around him, so he sent someone to find Zhao Bing'e to return to Mizong Ridge. .

Zhao Bing'e and He Lianchen are half-brothers and sisters. They have been walking around with their mother since they were young, and they have not stopped walking even after their mother passed away.At that time, Zhao Bing'e was only in his twenties, but he had already seen the yellow sands and deserts of the Western Regions and the majestic East China Sea. He could see thousands of mountains and rivers in his eyes. How could he go back to the prison of Mizong Ridge to fight with others?

Helian Shen even sent eighteen letters, all of which were burned to ashes by her, but because of the love and blood relationship when she was young, she divided half of the confidants left behind by her mother and sent them to Mizong Ridge for temporary assistance. He Lian was busy with work, so he simply went to the Central Plains to avoid peace.

At that time, the late emperor was in power, and although he did not do anything perverted, he imposed heavy taxes and severe punishments. In addition, the case of the Northern Hero Qin Hebai had been less than six years old, and there were not many party members involved in it. Gu Huangquan, the army reorganized the rules and dispatched soldiers, and the border guards were strictly guarded against foreign enemies. The whole country lived in fear.

In summer and autumn, she happened to come to the flooded basin of the Yunsha River. Nearly ten states and counties were flooded, and tens of thousands of people were displaced.Along the way, Zhao Bing'e saw starvation and freezing of bones, burning, killing, and looting. The good and evil of human nature were fully exposed in the catastrophe. She had so much compassion, but she also hated the vicious husband who bullied women and children the most. Frontier, kill and save, many people are grateful to her, and many people are afraid of her.

That day, she kicked over the ruffian who was robbing the children of rations, and almost crushed his breastbone with one foot. She was about to drop the knife, but suddenly her shoulders sank and her feet lightened—someone dragged her away from under the knife. The ruffian who was still half alive, and another person pressed her shoulder and arm with a wooden stick from behind when she was about to move.

The Daoist priest who saved lives was only a [-]-year-old man, with a high bearing, wearing a black and white Taoist robe, but the sleeves were still covered with mud, looking dirty and messy, only his eyes were clear, and he walked towards her with one hand After a Taoist ceremony, he said with a smile: "You are poor, but you are polite here. The girl is jealous, but this person is not guilty of death. Please put the knife back in its sheath."

The Taoist priest spoke kindly, but Zhao Bing'e remembered the push hand he had used to snatch someone under the sword just now. Just by looking at his eyesight, technique and timing, he knew that this person's martial arts were at least inferior to his own, let alone behind him...

When she turned around, the person behind her also moved her hand, and lightly placed the stick on the ground, with her right palm erected on her chest, without looking at her, she just said softly, "Amitabha."

The attack was as fast as thunder, and the force was as heavy as a mountain. Zhao Bing'e thought that he had met a master from the inner family, but he didn't expect to be a monk.

The voice was clear and bright, but Zhao Bing'e was a little unconvinced, and raised his eyebrows: "Monk, please raise your head and tell me to take a look."

"Amitabha." The monk still chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice without even turning his eyes.

The priest laughed when he saw this, and persuaded him: "Girl, this master's Dharma title is 'Sekong', which means 'Form is Emptiness'. He never looks at the beauty and bones in the world, and the myriad of forms."

"Heh, there are thousands of kinds of romances in the world. For the sake of Lao Shizi's Buddhist scriptures, you have to close your eyes and listen to them. Why do you have these eyes?" Zhao Bingmo laughed angrily, and suddenly went to pick the monk's chin.

After all, she is not from the Central Plains, so she acted generously without realizing that Meng Lang was provoking him lightly, but the monk retreated three steps like avoiding a snake. Forced him to raise his head inadvertently.

The face is like a guibi, and the eyes are like a clear pool. Although she is unsmiling, she is upright and tight. It reminds her of the Buddha statues brought by merchants from the Central Plains in the western regions. Just like hearing the Buddha's verses, peace and tranquility are good.

The anger in Zhao Bingmo's heart was completely extinguished in his glance like rain.

"Amitabha." Se Kong read the same four words, but added an extra sentence this time, "The female benefactor respects herself."

The anger that had just been extinguished burst into flames again.

Before Zhao Bing'e got angry this time, Daoist Duanya had already smiled and said: "Miss, don't get angry, Master Sekong has never been close to women, I'm afraid your actions will scare him."

Zhao Bing'e looked back at him, and felt that this monk was very interesting. The monk was young but rigid and old-fashioned. How to form a relationship.

She had no good looks towards the monk, but she had no objection to the Taoist priest, and she did not make it difficult for him immediately. She put the knife back into the sheath, and raised her chin: "Since you want to save this man's life, you can save him together with that wolf-hearted dog." Come on, otherwise, if I see him bullying women and children next time, I won't be as lucky as today."

After Zhao Bing'e finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared on the muddy road, leaving the monks and monks far behind.

Actually she didn't go.

Maybe it was because of the lingering anger, or because of the energy, Zhao Bing'e stayed in this place full of mourning, far behind the monks and the others, watching them running around.

This flood caused a lot of disasters and many victims. Even if the imperial court urgently issued an edict and dispatched officers and soldiers to relieve the disaster, it was still stretched.Natural disasters give birth to man-made disasters, and there are many refugees who take the opportunity to stir up trouble and incite anger, making the already anxious situation even more troublesome.

The officers and soldiers were tired of building embankments for disaster relief. Many martial arts and white Taoists nearby came to help after hearing the news. A gangster moved a few big rocks.

The so-called "chivalry" of the Central Plains people is not only about killing evil and helping the righteous, but also saving lives and healing the wounded.

Zhao Bing'e saw that the Taoist priest opened a free clinic to see patients and get medicines, day and night, his eyes were flushed, and he could smile and caress the children's heads; When I arrived at the flooded place where there were still remaining dangers, I carried a hundred catties of boulders on my back, dragged two sacks in my hands, and my feet were stuck in the mud, one step at a time.

During the seven days of disaster relief, the workers in the crop rotation had been changed several times, and they were still exhausted, but Zhao Bing'e had clearly counted the work and rest of Sekong and Duanya - they only closed their eyes once, and they rested for less than two hours .

She closed her eyes, a piece of flesh and blood under her ribs throbbed suddenly, which lasted for a long time.

After all, human beings are mortal bodies of flesh and bones, and there are times when everyone can't hold on.In the evening of that day, the monk was unable to continue carrying stones to build the embankment. He stumbled over mud and stones and lost his balance.

A look of surprise flashed across his rigid face very quickly, and the next moment someone grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the river mud with force.

Zhao Bing'e dragged him ashore, shook off his muddy spots, squatted down and said with a smile: "Monk, I saved your life, how can I repay me?"

Sekong collapsed on the ground, looking up at her lowered gaze, it was like seeing the stars and moonlight, but at that time there was no bright moon and stars at all.

He clasped his hands together with difficulty, and said in a low voice, "Amitabha."

That night she helped the monk walk back to the victims' camp, and threw it into Duanya's tent. The Taoist priest was counting the few remaining herbs with his bloodshot eyes, when he saw the two coming in suddenly, he gave him a meal.

"Girl, you are..." After a pause, he looked at Sekong, who had his eyes closed tightly, "What's wrong with Master Sekong?"

"Fell asleep, I beat you." Zhao Bing'e raised his sleeves and wiped off some sweat on his forehead, sneered, "Weary for seven days, eat less and rest less, don't you think that you have entered the Buddhist Taoist school, that is to say, you will be reborn if you have achieved a positive result? "

Daoist Duanya heard this, and felt that this girl was probably from a great family, she was raised with arrogance and arrogance, and she never said soft words, so even a word of concern was full of irony.

It is not a bad thing for people to have arrogance, but the world has always been strong and humiliated, and it is easy to break when it is just over. He sharpens himself, but this kind of person often hurts others and himself in the end.

He was thinking so much in his heart, without showing any clues on his face, he just raised his hand and saluted: "Thank you for your concern, Miss."

Zhao Bing'e has always known that people in the Bai Daoist regard themselves as lofty and lofty, and they value reputation more than anything else. She was ready to turn against Duan Ya when she spoke bluntly, but she did not expect Duan Ya's attitude to remain peaceful.

She grew up outside the pass since she was a child, and her mother, Zhao Xueyan, was also ruthless, and surrounded by more ruthless warriors, it is rare to see a man with such a gentle temperament, who is more generous and tolerant than her father, brothers and seniors.

Zhao Bing'e always wanted to test his bottom line in the face of color space, using all means, but he couldn't lose his temper when he saw Duan Ya, no matter whether it was thorns or anger, they all disappeared in the other party's smile.

She finally couldn't help laughing, her color was like the moon shining on spring flowers, delicate and cold.

Later, Duan Ya was also driven to rest by her, and Zhao Bing'e sat behind the free clinic table to see a doctor for the refugees who came to support each other.

She is not a skilled doctor in terms of Qihuang medicine, but she has inherited Helian's way of Gu poison, and she is well versed in the ability to fight poison with poison, and it is not a problem to see ordinary bruises and headaches.After a busy night like this, when Duanya and Sekong woke up, they saw that she was scraping and applying medicine to an old man's festering left leg. Although her face was full of impatience and disgust, her hands were steady, and she did not use any more force. a cent.

Duan Ya smiled, and said softly: "She is actually a good girl, although her temper is too arrogant."

Se Kong lowered his head, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

They stayed here for more than half a month, cooperating with officers, soldiers and righteous men for disaster relief.Zhao Bing'e didn't want to fight with other people, so he simply followed Duanya and Sekong. At first, I don't know how many people looked sideways at such a strange combination, but later they got used to it.

Duan Ya is tolerant and comforted by Wen Liang's free clinic, Se Kong is steady and steady in building embankments and defenses, Zhao Bing'e shows his sharpness to deal with the hooligans, and later secretly dispatches his men to nearby towns to deal with unscrupulous merchants who hoard grain at high prices and make natural disasters.Zhao Bing'e never took into account the things that the people of the Bai Daoist couldn't do clearly because of their face. She didn't leave any room for accidents, and she didn't give these people a chance to turn things around.

After the flood came into contact, the place was left in disrepair, and the victims were eager to rebuild their homes, and all the people who came to help will also return to their original positions.

Zhao Bing'e had nowhere to go, and wanted to continue to follow them to other places in the Central Plains, but he didn't expect that the news came from his subordinates at this time—there was a visitor from the Buried Soul Palace.

She didn't want to see her, but she had to see her to avoid trouble, so she could only watch the monks go away hand in hand, and then went to see the Burial Soul Palace with her head full of lawsuits.

It was a young man with flying eyebrows, narrow phoenix eyes, white clothes with arrow sleeves, moiré satin boots, and long crow-feather hair tied high with a silver belt. He looked clean and moist, not at all like a man with bloody hands. The soul burial palace.

He handed over Helianchen's token and letter, then saluted Zhao Bing'e, and said with a smile: "Helianyu, who is the lord of the palace, is sworn brother and is now in charge of the dark hall. Even."

Helianchen's sworn brother called her sister, and it was only natural, Zhao Bing'e didn't care about these pretentious names, what she cared about was Helianchen's letter and Helianyu.

The letter stated simply that since the Burial Soul Palace was established in Mizong Ridge for four years, it has been busy cleaning up the remnants of the master's family, and it has to beware of other forces of the Demonic Dao from spying on it and annexing it.Now that the Demon Dao Competition is coming, the arena is set up at Mizong Ridge, all three sects and six sects have to send people to come, since they can't refuse, the only way to convince them is to make a name for themselves thoroughly.

He Lianchen took out his late father's token, and in his words, he even talked about Zhao Bing's mother's hard work in building the Burial Soul Palace. Even if Zhao Bing'er wanted to tear up the letter, he had to hold back for a while.

She knew in her heart that she had to go back and take a dip in the muddy water, so she almost said darkly, "Okay."

Feeling uneasy, Zhao Bingye didn't look good towards He Lianyu all the way, but he couldn't stop him from being decent and generous in conversation.He must have traveled all over the world for many years, and he has seen a lot. Whether it is the culture and martial arts of the Central Plains or the folk customs outside the customs, he can speak clearly and honestly. Even if Zhao Bingye treats him coldly, he has to admit that this person is outstanding. Lian Shen valued it so much that he even took charge of the dark hall.

She said: "With your ability, at least you can be a palace master to guard one side. It's a bit buried in the dark hall to do some intelligence torture."

He Lianyu smiled wryly and said: "Why don't you want to be ambitious? It's a pity that you have more ambition than strength."

Zhao Bingye was stunned, grabbed his hand and felt his pulse carefully, only then did he realize something was wrong.

He Lianyu has Lihen Gu in his body.

Gu art is a major inheritance of Helian's main family. The inner body of the longevity Gu controls the outer Gu. Now, except for Zhao Bing'e and Helian Chen brothers and sisters, no one can learn it.Who kept the "Hate Lie Gu" on He Lianyu's body, Zhao Bing'e can figure it out even with the back of his head.

"You..." Zhao Bing'e put down his hand, his expression changed, "Aren't you sworn brothers?"

"Brothers are still in trouble, let alone just sworn brothers?" He Lianyu smiled wryly, "It's human nature to guard against the passing of time."

He Lianyu's martial arts are extremely high, even stronger than Zhao Bing'e. Zhao Bing'e has only seen his internal strength as domineering and majestic, and his methods of handling things are well versed in people's hearts, and they are all just right. Such a person will make He Lian feel heavy If you don't use it, you will naturally be afraid of him.

So what about Zhao Bingye?

Her martial arts are not inferior to Helian Chen's, and she also possesses longevity Gu and is not afraid of the threat of Gu poison to control her. She also has a team of dead soldiers with excellent means. Can Helian Chen really confide in her?Not necessarily.

Zhao Bingye's eyes sank.

Helian Yu's seemingly unintentional words were like opening a hidden door. Zhao Bing'e was not an innocent and innocent lady in the first place, so she naturally fell in love with her.

This is true.

When she returned to the Palace of Buried Souls, Helian was overjoyed and cared for her in every possible way, but Zhao Bingye's every move was under his watch, and he refused to let go of any strangeness.

The several conversations were all insincere, and the inside and outside of the words were to let her lead people to live in Mizong Ridge and guard the mountain gate. In this way, she is like a vicious watchdog. Although it may bite the owner, it is always in the cage. Spin around, how can also not turn the sky.

Zhao Bing'e was still smiling, her eyes getting colder and colder.

Seven days later, in the Demon Dao Competition, experts from all walks of life from the three sects and six sects will gather. Mizong Ridge is full of murderous threats, and blood may flow into rivers at any time.He Lianyu carefully arranged the visitor's residence, which seemed ordinary but inadvertently split it apart, and there were dense sentries along the way, and Zhao Bingye's dead soldiers even lurked in secret and waited for an opportunity to guard the buried soul under the cover of dark clouds. The foundation of the palace.

In nine battles, He Lianchen, Zhao Bingye, and He Lianyu won six rounds, two losses and one draw. They sacrificed the sword with their blood and established the book with their lives. The three words "Buried Soul Palace" were inserted like nails into three In the heart of the Six Sects, since then, the evil way has changed, and the struggle for strength has become more aggressive than before, but no one dares to look down on Buried Soul Palace.

Helian was overjoyed, but Zhao Bing'e did not stay in Mizong Ridge, and left quietly on the third day after the competition.

He Lianyu gave her a message that a foreigner from outside the pass came.

The Helian family was originally a big family outside the pass, so it is understandable to have connections with them, but Zhao Bingye obeyed his mother's order and never wanted to deal with them too much. Since Helian Chen could not be prevented from meeting with him, he simply kept out of sight and out of mind.

With He Lianyu secretly giving her convenience, Zhao Bing'e left without a sound. When He Lianchen found out, she had already crossed Xichuan on horseback and arrived at Nandi Water Village.

After the Demon Dao Competition, Zhao Bingye became famous in the first battle. To avoid trouble, he put on a veil and changed to a saber. Finally, these days passed smoothly.She walked and stopped along the way, enjoying herself, and before she knew it, it was late autumn, the vegetation in the north had withered, but the south was still green.

That day when the morning light was slightly dewed, she was drifting down the river in a boat, and when she passed the Lanxi Bridge, she suddenly heard a girl crying beside the bridge, accompanied by a soothing voice.

Zhao Bing'e walked to the bow of the boat and looked up, only to see a wet little girl sitting by the bridge, wearing a snow green monk's robe, crying with her legs hugged, at first glance she seemed to be bullied by someone .

Squatting beside her was a familiar young monk, a little at a loss, and didn't dare to touch her easily, so he could only ask questions in a soft voice, but the girl kept crying, attracting many people to watch. Watching the monk point and point, he felt embarrassed.

Zhao Bing'e listened carefully for a while, it turned out that the girl was abducted and sold here by Ren Yazi, she finally jumped out of the boat and escaped, she was rescued by this monk, but she was so frightened that she couldn't tell where she lived, all she could do was cry, which was good for a kind hearted person Monks are criticized.

But even so, the monk was not angry, but tried to smile from his rigid face. It was not very beautiful, but it was as bright as the warm sun in spring, accompanied by the clear and clear voice of the morning bell in the mountains, which made the crying girls cry Slowly it stopped.

Zhao Bing'e stayed with him for more than half a month, and it was the first time he saw him smile. There were some flowers in front of his eyes, as if a ray of sunlight had leaked into his eyes, and he couldn't pick them off again.

She couldn't help laughing, and said, "Monk, I'll help take her to the town, and you can tell me a sutra and the Dharma, okay?"

The squatting monk heard the sound and got up, turned his head to look down the bridge, and saw a small boat moored in a clear water, with an old man paddle at the stern, and a woman alone at the bow.

The breeze lifted her veil, and a glimpse of her was like the full moon that I saw on the muddy shore that night.

"...Amitabha." Se Kong put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, his smile remained unchanged, "Okay."