Sealing Sword

Zhao Bing'e has been walking in the Central Plains for more than a year. He has seen the iron and blood in the northern Xinjiang and the majesty of the East China Sea. Burn three sticks of incense in front of the ancient Buddha with green lantern.

The young monk was still as calm as she had seen when she left, knocking on the wooden fish with one hand and chanting Buddhist scriptures with the other.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships. Shariputra... (Note)"

Zhao Bing'e interrupted him with a smile: "Every time I come to see you, I hear this article, and I will memorize it."

Se Kong gently put the copper chime away, opened his eyes and looked over: "You're back?"

"Ah, I'm a little tired after going out for two months." Zhao Bing'e took out a string of agarwood beads from his sleeve pocket and threw it to him, "I went to Dongling to meet Taoist Duanya, and went to Guyang City with him to visit Duanshui. Zhuangzhu, before he left, he asked me to hand over this thing to you, congratulations on receiving the Bodhisattva precept."

"You must have asked Duan Shui Knife for advice." Sekong caught the beads with neither joy nor sadness on his face, as plain as a glass of tasteless water.

"Putting out the knife and cutting off the water is a well-deserved reputation." Zhao Bing'e said, looking at his face, "I have received the three altars and the great precepts. I heard that you were still famous at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference last month. I am afraid that in a few years, the abbot will be here." I want to make you the head monk of Wuxiang Temple, and pass on the position of abbot in the future."

When she spoke, it was as if a hand was grabbing her heart, and she kneaded her cold heart into a crumpled veil, Se Kong lowered her eyes and said nothing, Zhao Bing'e couldn't help but said: "It seems that the future is boundless, But you haven’t reached the age of thirteen, and you haven’t seen all the colorful things in the world, so why did you die and become a monk with a pure heart and asceticism?”

"The land of Buddhism, benefactor He be careful." Se Kong said in a low voice, clapping his palms together and chanting the Buddha's name.

Zhao Bing'e got a headache when he heard "Amitabha", but he couldn't bear to lose his temper with him, so he pretended to be casual and said: "I have been away for so long, and I will be scolded by you as soon as I come back. If I knew it, I would have stayed in Taizhou." Going to the palace, at least I can fight two people."

Sekong raised his head, somewhat puzzled: "As stated in the gate rules of the Taishang Palace, you must not stir up trouble and be aggressive."

Zhao Bing'e laughed: "The disciples of the Taishang Palace are as boring as you, but recently came an interesting woman with a sharp temper and a sharper sword. It's a pity that we both come and go in a hurry, and only the first battle is over. .”

Sekong turned around in his heart: "Is it the friend of Taoist Master Duanqing who is surnamed Gu?"

Zhao Bingye curled her lips at the word "friend". She has a clever mind and a vicious vision, so she is naturally sharper than these monks who have read the scriptures stupidly. Duanqing, who was flipping through the pages, moved his eyes away.

I thought she was a shaved head like myself, but I didn't expect that when Zhan Zhixing lost his position, Duan Qing and Duan Ya shot at the same time, one of them held her knife, and the other pushed aside Gu Yufang's hand to block it. in front of her.

Zhao Bing'e suddenly felt uncontrollable jealousy and unwillingness.

The same person who loves the world of mortals and others, why is Gu Jufang able to make the snow on the mountains melt into ice, but she can only rely on trees for fish?

"Monk, this trip to Guyang City has really opened my eyes." Zhao Bing'e stared at Se Kong and whispered softly, "The young man Feng Ruogu from Wushuang sent me a peach branch to marry me, Mu Ai. Do you think I should agree?"

The finger that moved the prayer beads paused slightly, Sekong said: "Amitabha, follow your heart and fate."

"I don't like him." Zhao Bing'e walked in front of him, "Monk, I have someone I like."

For seven days in 460, she spent three hundred days spinning around Sekong and Duanya, one monk and one monk, the latter was more generous and gentle than her father and brother, while the former was ordinary but could make her feel that the years were peaceful.

Before Zhao Bing'e met Se Kong, he always felt that a proud woman like himself should lick blood from the edge of a knife in fresh clothes. After getting to know him, he slowly gave birth to the tranquility of fallen leaves returning to their roots in the time like water.

This place of peace of mind is my hometown (Note 2). Her peace of mind is like a floating weed taking root. She wants to take root and sprout like this, and grow a towering tree in the ordinary thick soil.

She stared at the color emptiness, the young monk was silent for a moment, suddenly raised his hand to pick up the copper chime, closed his eyes again and tapped on the wooden fish, and recited the sutra that he had not finished just now: "Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, Form is emptiness..."

After reading this, he suddenly heard a loud noise from behind, the door of the meditation room was closed vigorously and then bounced back, the light flickered but only cast a shadow of a person sitting cross-legged.

The copper chime paused, and then hit the wooden fish again. The monk slowly opened his eyes and murmured: "Form is emptiness, emptiness... is form."

Zhao Bingye's departure was an act of high spirits, but he never expected that when they meet again, things will be different.

She is stubborn and somewhat unscrupulous by nature, since she was young, she wanted to get what she wanted even if she fought with Helian Chen, and she would not give in at all, let alone let her retreat in spite of difficulties.

Zhao Bingye rushed down Wenchan Mountain angrily, knowing that none of the Buddhist disciples who had a close relationship with Sekong dared to stop her, so she went all the way to the wild forest to cut down stakes for a while to calm down, but unexpectedly saw Helian Yu.

Since the Demon Dao Competition a year ago, the person who contacted her for He Lianchen has become He Lian Yu. In all fairness, Zhao Bing'e doesn't hate him, but now he is angry and doesn't speak well: "In the Demon Cult When people come to Wenchan Mountain, do they want to seek death or take refuge?"

"Sister, Brother Yi asked me to give you a word—don't forget that you are not He Lianyue, but Zhao Bingye." He Lianyu looked at her quietly and shook his head, "I thought Brother Yi Worrying too much, but I didn't expect my sister to think too much."

The expression on Zhao Bing'e's face froze at this moment, she slowly pulled off the veil, the cold and murderous intent that she hadn't seen for a long time slowly stained her eyes, her voice turned cold: "He Lianchen sent you to remind me, it seems Is it time to use 'Zhao Bing'?"

"Even if the brother-in-law doesn't open his mouth, I will come to inform my sister." After a pause, He Lianyu said solemnly, "The imperial court issued the Thirteen Martial Arts Prohibition Orders, requiring all martial arts practitioners in the world to abide by the laws and not violate the prohibition with martial arts. The three sects and six sects of the Demon Dao are not convinced, and they want to meet the eight sects of the Righteous Path in Sijue Valley in the Southern Land two months later, and the battle invitation has already been sent out."

Sijue Valley in the Southern Region is not far from the Sanmai Academy, and Nanru’s actions must be behind the imperial court’s promulgation of the ban on martial arts. The Demon Dao’s choice of the battlefield here is undoubtedly a demonstration in front of Nanru’s gate. A bloody storm is about to kick off.

Even if Zhao Bingye had all kinds of considerations for He Lianchen, the other party was blood relatives after all, and Burial Soul Palace is where she lives and lives now, even if she had to go for her own sake, not to mention...

She suppressed the anxiety that was about to come out in her heart, followed Helian Yu down the mountain and got on the horse, riding Juechen in the direction of Mizong Ridge.

In the past 63 days, there has been no news. When she saw Sekong again, it was on the battlefield of Silence Valley.

She was wearing a yaksha mask and holding a moon scimitar in the melee crowd. At this time, she would either kill the enemy or die. Zhao Bing'e didn't think much or hesitate until a long sword caught her and cut the neck of a major disciple of the Huangshan School. The scimitar and a long black iron stick pressed on her shoulder.

This situation is so familiar, but this time the Taoist priest raised the sword with a long move to seal off the retreat, the long stick on his shoulder was as relentless as a weight, and the knife in Zhao Bing'e's hand did not stop.

Her shoulders sank to let go of the long stick, Zhao Bing'e forced the long sword away and slashed straight back, the blade collided with the fist, a fierce internal force exploded between Zhao Bing's meridians, her throat was sweet, blood drips from under the mask.

It is widely rumored in the world that Sekong's "Buddha Boxing Sutra" is the way of Buddhism to the highest level. Zhao Bing'e has never fought with him, so naturally he has no way to learn from it. Up to now, his long-cherished wish has been fulfilled.

But she was not happy.

The color is empty and the stick is sweeping, the fist is powerful, Duan Ya's sword is in formation, and the net is flawless. The two of them attack and defend, and Zhao Bingye and He Lianchen are involved in the square inch. However, the most important thing on the battlefield It's a quick fix.

When Zhao Bing'e fought with them again, he couldn't help but squeezed his voice and said coldly: "Smelly Taoist priest, dead bald donkey, monks should chant sutras in the mountain temple with peace of mind, what are you doing to disturb these beatings and killings?" ? The six sense organs are not clean, and the five aggregates are not empty!"

Sekong is still saying "Amitabha", Taoist Duanya is as careful as a hair, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, and the sword that was about to stab Zhao Bing'er's throat was deflected, leaving a scar on the side of her neck. Shallow mouth.

It's a pity that before he had time to ask questions, the situation of the battle was disrupted by He Lianyu's people, and everyone fought on their own, and in the blink of an eye, the world was far away.

This battle lasted for three days and three nights. In the end, the three sects and six sects of the Demon Dao were the first to withdraw from the battlefield. Most of the elites they brought resented this, but Bai Dao had a slight upper hand. If the fight continues, the best outcome is to die together, and they Nobody wants to give everything away here.

This battle in Sijue Valley is overwhelming, but the eight sects of Bai Dao are not very happy due to their injuries. The famous Burial Soul Palace.

As a new force in the Dao of Demons, Burial Soul Palace was first pushed to the battlefield to fight against the Baidao coalition forces, fighting for opportunities for the three sects and six factions. The stalemate lasted for a day and a night without showing defeat. Everyone who participated in the battle had their hands stained with blood. The ice moth has high martial arts skills, and Helian Yu is ruthless and skillful in setting up traps, which is feared by everyone.

The three sects and six sects suffered heavy casualties, and the Buried Soul Palace still had enough power. Not only did it win the reputation of the Demonic Dao after it was broken, the owner of the palace, He Lianchen, also fought against the owner of the Duanshui Villa, Xie Zhongshan, winning half a game and overturning the game, and his reputation was greatly shaken. , it can be seen that from then on, the sky of the demonic way will turn upside down.

Zheng and evil withdrew from the battlefield one after another, leaving only some people to clean up the mess, but Zhao Bing'e did not leave.

She took off the mask and burned the blood-stained clothes, covered her face with a light gauze, wore a blue shirt, and turned back into "He Lianyue".Zhao Bingye took advantage of the night to explore down the mountain road, looking for Sekong who was dragged by the master of the sprites and jumped off the cliff.

The monk didn't recite the scriptures well, but he came to this place with muddy waters. He was really sick in his head.While cursing secretly, Zhao Bingye searched carefully, not letting go of plants, trees, earth and rocks. Only when his hands were worn off by rough rocks did he find the bloody corpse of the master of the spooky sect and the fainted body. Color empty.

Blessed by the Buddha, he did not fall to death from such a high place, but let the master of the demon sect make a backrest to save Sekong's life.Zhao Bing'e breathed a long sigh of relief, only to realize that the wind was blowing the sweat all over his body, and it was bitingly cold.

She didn't even look at the corpse, she walked over and picked up Sekong on her back. The woman's small stature was also exhausted in days of fighting and climbing the cliff. Zhao Bing'e was almost crushed to the ground. After finally carrying him and walking around, beads of sweat hung on his forehead again.

On the battlefield, there were still two people cleaning up the corpses of good and evil. Zhao Bingye didn't dare to contact them rashly. Seeing the night was cold and windy, he had no choice but to find a cave to take shelter temporarily.There was no stream around, so she ran back and forth three times to collect a little dew, half of it was carefully poured into Sekong's mouth, and half of it was wet with a cloth to wipe the blood on his wound.

Se Kong was seriously injured, Zhao Bing'e wanted to use longevity Gu to extend his life, but he was worried that he would not be able to withstand the domineering Gu poison, so he had to use his true energy to protect his heart veins, hoping that this person would wake up soon, Anyway, I can adjust my interest rate by myself.

When he was tossing around ugly, Se Kong finally woke up, he let out a muffled groan, his mind was muddled, his vision blurred, he finally saw clearly that it was Zhao Bing'e, and suddenly pushed her back with one hand.

Even through the clothes, Zhao Bing'e could feel his palms were hot, his face was flushed abnormally, even his eyes were moistened, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't look like he was usually quiet and supportive.

The spooky sect follows the way of seductive intercourse, where the yin prospers and the yang declines, and they practice the obscene kung fu that is seductive and life-threatening. It is inevitable to be in a trance for a moment, and a moment in a battle is the difference between life and death.

With this skill, the master of the Monster sect killed many members of the Bai Dao on the battlefield. He was feeling proud, but when he turned around, he saw that very few of his disciples were killed by this monk. No, she hated and was angry, seeing that the general situation was over, she simply exchanged her life for her own, grabbed Se Kong and jumped off the cliff, and decided to make this monk the back of the Monster Gate.

It's a pity that she was the one who broke her head and bleed first. At the end of her life, the master of the Yaoying sect was still unwilling, and with her last breath, she cast the "charming sound" in Sekong's ear——

"Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. Actions are not moving, the mind is chaotic, food and sex, what should be the precepts? The five aggregates are not empty, the six senses are not pure, the world is out of the world, Amitabha Buddha. Disorderly behavior, movement Its nature, good Buddha, is also in the secular world!"

The intercourse of yin and yang is the sexuality of food and sex;

Sekong was seriously injured at the time, his mind would inevitably fall, he was in a coma and he was okay, once he woke up, his internal breath was disordered, masculine qi ran wildly in the dantian, and quickly flowed through the eight extraordinary meridians, and Zhao Bing'e practiced to the cathode cold At this time, it is more like ice and fire colliding, either to repel each other or to be compatible.

Walking around with zhenqi almost burst his blood vessels, and the veins on Sekong's forehead and back of his hands were exposed. He managed to keep a gleam of Qingming and pushed Zhao Bing'e away, panting heavily: "I, I'm not good, you go!"

Although Zhao Bing'e is an inexperienced person, she has seen a lot of Xian Mi Luan. When she saw Se Kong like this, and then thought about the Monster Gate, she immediately understood everything.

When the mind is lost, Zhiyang Zhenqi is provoked by Meiyin, and the meridians in the dantian run wildly. The best end is to go crazy, and the worst is to die suddenly on the spot with the rupture of the heart vein.

If you go to find Duanya, use the internal power of "The Promise Kungfu" of meditation and cold desire to sort out the true energy for the color and space, you will be able to survive this disaster without any danger, but it is a pity that Duanya has to retreat first to protect Baidao, and come back as soon as possible It has to be tomorrow morning, where can Se Kong wait?

"I'll take you to find Duanya..." Zhao Bing'e gritted his teeth, gathered cold air in his palm and landed on Se Kong's big hole in front of his chest. The cold internal force almost covered his chest with a layer of hoarfrost, but it quickly melted into water , drenched the tattered monk robes.

The hot hand grabbed her wrist and pulled Zhao Bingmo off forcefully. His lips met, Zhao Bingmo was pushed away again before he recovered his senses, but after hearing two "cracks", Sekong untied one of his arms. Legs, collapsed to the ground, gritted his teeth and said to her: "Go..."

Zhao Bing'e was pushed against the rock wall with his back, the pain woke her up, but what she saw disturbed her heart.

If she leaves, he will die.

She likes him and doesn't want him to die.

"...Monk, look at me, who is it?" Zhao Bing'e knelt down in front of him, holding his hot face with cold hands, forcing him to look at her.

Sekong's eyes were already red, he instinctively grabbed Zhao Bingye's wrist, and forced himself to let go, muttering: "He Shizhu..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Bing'e had bitten the tip of his tongue, and pressed down a bloody kiss.

The smell of blood stimulated the sanity at this moment, and before Shikong's sanity sank, he said intermittently to her: "Ami... Buddha... no, no..."

Zhao Bing'e didn't speak, and pressed him to the ground, thinking: "Go to your mother's Amitabha!"

Early the next morning, as soon as Dongfang showed his fish belly, Taoist Duanya led people to find Yaxia.

At that time, things happened suddenly, and everyone said that Sekong had no way out. Taoist Duanya wanted to rescue him, but he was caught up in various things. He worked all night without even having time to drink, so he brought a few monks from Wuxiang Temple and Going down the cliff to find people, if you want to see people when you are alive, you have to see corpses when you are dead.

They found the body of the master of the Yaomen sect, but they couldn't see Shi Kong. They made up their minds and searched all the way along the bloodstains. They happened to see Zhao Bing'e climbing up the mountain road with his back stained and empty hands and feet.

"Miss He!" Daoist Duanya was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to see "He Lianyue" here, the coincidence made the previous doubts a little deeper, but he was cautious and didn't show any clues.

Goodbye Sekong unconscious, and Zhao Bingye covered in blood, although the traces of wrongdoing were covered up, several young monks didn't notice any difference, but Duanya, who was observant of every detail, felt his heart sink.

He asked the monks to take over Sekong and walk in front, and he took a step behind to support Zhao Bing'e. Thousands of words swirled in his throat, and finally he sighed, said "Meng Lang", and beat Zhao Bing'e horizontally Hold her so as not to deepen her pain.

Zhao Bingye was lying in his arms, looking at the no longer young Taoist priest with a complexion like ancient pine and old stones, her eyes were suddenly a little wet, but unfortunately she didn't like to cry, so she could only lean on his shoulder lightly: "Thank you, Daoist."

Duan Ya shook his head, and said softly: "You...you are so wrong, you can take care of yourself."

"I like him, so what's wrong with saving him like this?" Zhao Bing'e said in a low voice, "He's a monk, so he can return to vulgarity; I'm..., and I can correct him for him. What's wrong with this?"

"Then does he like you as much? If he doesn't, how should he deal with himself and face you when he wakes up?" Duan Ya sighed even more when she heard her confession, "Are you willing to seal the knife?" Abandoning the sword, but are the prejudices of good and evil, and worldly ethics willing to let you go? Miss He, the relationship is indeed a matter between two people, but if you want to get what you want and grow old together, you often have to do your best and obey the destiny."

Zhao Bingmo's heart trembled and her fists were clenched tightly. Even if Duan Ya's words were not pleasant, she knew he was right.

"I can't think so much..." After a long time, she said softly, "Many people can't accomplish anything, they just hesitate and hesitate. If I have to worry about everything like this, I will only bind my hands and feet and can't do anything."

Zhao Bingmo has always been strong, disrespecting heaven and earth, disobeying people and not believing in fate. She learned swordsmanship and martial arts from her mother since she was a child. Who are you willing to bend for?

What she wants to achieve, she will use any means; the person she wants will never stop until death.Since there are still people who can do their best, Zhao Bing'e will never obey the destiny.

It's a pity that at that time, she still didn't understand what it means to be unpredictable and unpredictable.

Three days later, Sekong first woke up, and left with the monks without looking back or nostalgia.

Zhao Bing'e stood silently in the wind on the mountain for a long time, only to hear Duan Ya tell her that the abbot of Wuxiang Temple was seriously injured and his time would be short, so he wanted Li Sekong to be the head monk.

The ridicule in the past has become a prophecy.

Se Kong was born at a young age, but he has both moral and professional skills, both civil and military, and was placed high by the abbot. This time, he made great contributions to the Battle of Sijue Valley. It is understandable that he was established as the first monk in the temple.From then on, he will let go of his idle life, assist the abbot in managing the temple affairs, assist in the supervision, and set an example for the monks. After the abbot abdicates, he will be the next abbot.

But Zhao Bing'e was not reconciled.

She didn't listen to Duan Ya's advice, and ignored He Lianyu's letter, she rode fast day and night, and finally rushed ahead of Sekong and his party, and stopped him at the foot of Wenchan Mountain.

"Monk, let's have a fight." Zhao Bing'e kicked away the stumbling block, pointed at the color space with a sword around his head, his eyes exposed outside the veil were burning like fire, and he said every word, "You won, we will break it with a clean knife, I won't bother you any more; if you lose, you will abandon your precepts and return to vulgarity, and go to the world of mortals with me."

The fellow monks were all in an uproar, and Duan Ya and the others who were chasing after her also paused. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Se Kong looked at her for a long time, then slowly put his palms together, and said, "Amitabha."

Qingshan Huangzuo said:

The first bullet of the Dog Abuse Festival~

Note 1: From "Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra"

Note 2: From Su Dongpo's "Standing the Storm"