who is mentally retarded

Duchen heard Shuqu's words clearly, and he was neither angry nor annoyed: "The little monk is not a good man, that female benefactor will understand."

"Oh, that's not..." The sudden familiar melody made Qing Shuqu change his words immediately, "The Holy Monk Duchen is right, everything the Holy Monk Duchen says is right, so... please don't play Puduyin! "

The corners of Du Chen's mouth rose a little, and the gesture of playing the piano changed, and it was already another tune.

Feiwang stayed in Bodhi Bafangtian for more than a month. During the period, she would always look for the sound of the piano, and run to Duchen's yard or the place where Qing Shuqu lived. She didn't go in, but just stood outside and listened to the sound secretly. leave.

Du Chen and Qing Shuqu naturally found her, but they didn't tell the truth, but Qing Shuqu couldn't control his mouth, so he couldn't help joking Du Chen a few words, and then he listened to Puduyin for seven days.

In the third year, the ghost energy in Qing Shuqu's body had been completely removed, and the so-called inner demons had disappeared. After Kong Chan nodded, Qing Shuqu could return to Que Xianzong.

Before parting, Du Chen went to send Qing Shuqu, he looked at Qingshu Qu's Golden Core Stage Dzogchen cultivation base, and asked, "Is your cultivation speed too fast?"

Qing Shuqu nodded and smiled helplessly: "Since the battle of Ghost Cultivator, the speed of my cultivation has grown crazily. The Immortal Sacrifice Sect is after Mahayana. It seems that Heaven wants me to die sooner."

Du Chen looked a little dignified, he looked straight into Qing Shuqu's eyes, and said, "From now on, come to me every 20 years."

"What?"

"Remove the hidden injuries," Du Chen sighed, "Forcibly suppressing the cultivation base will definitely cause the hidden injuries, and if you continue to accumulate in the long run, you will not be able to hold it."

"Oh, as expected of Du Chen, it's so easy to see my future plans," Qing Shuqu avoided Du Chen's sight, and laughed a few times, "Okay, okay, I will look for you every 20 years, I will remember gone."

Afterwards, Qing Shuqu returned to Shangque Xianzong.

Every 20 years since then, Qing Shuqu will go to Bodhi Bafangtian and Duchen to meet each other. For this behavior, Qing Shuqu explained to Qiu Yangju and the others that in order to prevent ghost energy from remaining, they only listened to it after a while. A Buddha's voice.

This situation did not end until Qing Shuqu accepted Gu Liren as his apprentice.

Gu Liren was 23 years old when he established his foundation. He gave Qing Shuqu a bamboo bone fan when he came back from going out to practice. This bamboo bone fan does not look special, but it is the first time his apprentice gave him. Shuqu was always with him, until one time, when he suppressed his cultivation and suffered backlash, blood splashed on the bamboo bone fan, and the fan directly healed the dark wound he suffered from the backlash.

So when the next 20-year period came, Qing Shuqu took the bamboo bone fan to meet Du Chen.

When he arrived at Bodhi Heaven, Qing Shuqu saw Du Chen and Fei Wang opposite him from a distance.

The two exchanged a few words, and then Feiwang left. Passing by Qing Shuqu on the way, Feiwang just nodded slightly without saying anything.

Qing Shuqu waited until Feiwang walked away, before saying to Du Chen who came by his side: "The little girl back then has grown into a great beauty, and she finally has the courage to say a few words to her sweetheart. It's really gratifying."

Du Chen was already used to Qing Shuqu's nonchalant mouth, so he didn't react when he heard this. He just carefully observed Qing Shuqu's complexion, and wondered: "You haven't suppressed your cultivation in the past 20 years?"

"By the way, I'm here to talk to you about this." Qing Shuqu raised the fan in his hand, "My apprentice gave it to me, it can heal dark wounds."

Du Chen took the fan, and ran his fingertips across the pattern on the fan handle: "It is indeed a rare treasure, but every time it heals an injury, it will consume one point, and I am afraid it will not last long."

"It doesn't matter, it's enough to last for two or three hundred years," Qing Shuqu smiled, "You should take advantage of this time to retreat for a while, in order to help me heal my injuries, you haven't calmed down and practiced Zen for a long time, right now you have Isn't this opportunity great?"

Du Chen was still a little worried, and Qing Shuqu said again: "Monk, with your talent, you should have been a Nascent Soul in the past 100 years, but because of me, you only reached the late stage of Golden Core. Close, or I will die of guilt."

"Okay." Hearing this, Du Chen had no choice but to agree.

It was a rare visit, so Qing Shuqu couldn't just leave after saying a few words, the two sat in Duchen's yard for a while, played a few games of chess, and then Qing Shuqu left.

Before leaving, Duchen called him: "Feiwang Sanren inherits the technique of Liuyao."

Qing Shuqu was puzzled: "So?"

"When her cultivation reaches a certain level, she should be able to figure out the matter of the fairy gate," Du Chen replied, "At that time, she will definitely go to you. After all, she is a female cultivator, and she is still much younger than you." My junior, if she doesn't pay attention to what she says, don't get too angry with her."

"Du Chen, Du Chen," Qing Shuqu put on a surprised look, "Tell me the truth, do you really care about nonsense?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Du Chen shook his head, "If you continue to do this, be careful that the poor monk finds an opportunity to tease you, and then he will not be soft-spoken."

Qing Shu said with a smile, "Haha, then I'll just wait."

Afterwards, Qing Shuqu left the Bodhi Eight Directions Heaven and went to retreat through dust.

Cultivation has no time, and it has been 200 years in a blink of an eye, crossing the dust and leaving the customs, cultivation base, Mahayana period.

Not long after leaving the customs, Du Chen heard a piece of news, a piece of news that he couldn't believe when he heard it for the first time.

Qing Shuqu was bewitched.

Five years before Duchen left the customs, the story of the immortal sect suddenly spread, and Qing Shuqu was pushed to the cusp of the storm. There were also quite a few monks who went there, and they had already been affirmed by some two, but they still had to "ask" the person concerned.

Qing Shuqu didn't hide anything, he admitted it directly, so some people questioned, with Qing Shuqu's qualifications, he should have cultivated to the Mahayana long ago, but why is it still in the late Yuanying period? Is it because he has suppressed his cultivation?Qing Shu replied "Yes".

The monks immediately became angry, and they kept reprimanding, saying "not thinking about the Dao", "a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death", one sentence after another, they simply described Qing Shuqu as a heinous person.

At that time, Qing Shuqu's face was pale, without a smile, he stared blankly at the sky, and asked after a long time: "Is being promoted to immortality really that important?"

He was answered with more intense curses.

Qing Shuqu let out a long sigh, turned around and bowed to the five brothers and sisters whose eyes were red and couldn't hold back their anger, then turned to the crowd and said loudly: "I, Qing Shuqu, the master of Ququan Peak of Shangque Immortal Sect, rebelled today. After leaving the sect, everything you do after that has nothing to do with the Shangque Immortal Sect!"

As soon as the voice fell, monstrous demonic energy gushed out, clearing the book and singing, and becoming demonic.

In the next five years, he was hunted down by both Dao and Demon, and at least tens of thousands of monks' lives were in his hands, so he truly became a murderous Demon Cultivator.

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On an island on the border of the Nanhai Demon Cultivator's jurisdiction, countless Dao Cultivator Demon Cultivators' corpses lay here, and the water around the island was slightly reddened, making it even more tragic.

Du Chen stepped onto the island, and saw a demon cultivator nodding slightly to him: "Master Du Chen, the person you are looking for is on the lake pavilion in the middle of the island." After saying that, the demon cultivator jumped up. leave.

Duchen didn't doubt it, and walked towards the place that Yaoxiu said.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, there is a man dressed in red, as bright as blood, holding a bamboo bone fan with a smile on his face, looking stunning and elegant.

The monk by the lake was trembling all over. He looked at the lake water stained red by the blood of his companions, and his eyes were about to burst: "Qing Shuqu! The devil who kills without blinking an eye! You must die!"

"Oh? A terrible death?" Qing Shuqu covered his lips with a fan, his phoenix eyes were bent, and he was full of love, "If I really die, won't you be very distressed?"

Qing Shuqu tapped his feet, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the monk: "If I die, there will be no one to sacrifice to Xianmen?"

"This..." The monk's pupils shrank suddenly, and blood gushed out of his mouth. He lowered his head to look at the hand that pierced his chest, but he couldn't finish his last words.

Love Letter Qu pulled out his hand, and the blood splashed on the red clothes without leaving any traces. He walked to the lake, squatted down and washed the blood off his hands with the lake water, and then said lightly: "Since Master Duchen is here, let me Come out."

Du Chen walked out from behind the tree: "Benefactor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn around and be on the right side."

"Benefactor?" Qing Shuqu stood up, tilted his head and smiled, "Didn't I say that? You are a friend, and you can call me by my Taoist name. Could it be that I have become a demon, and the Dust Dust Monk doesn't recognize me as a friend?"

Du Chen pursed his lips, and when he spoke again, he had changed back to the previous address: "Xuan Jue."

Qing Shu curled her lips, and her smile was slightly cold: "You still want to treat me as a friend..."

"Xuan Jue, stop," Du Chen walked to Qing Shuqu's side in a few steps, without any worry that the other party would hurt him, "You really want to go on like this?"

"Hehe," Qing Shuqu chuckled twice, "What's wrong with me?"

"You're not possessed at all!" Du Chen grabbed Qing Shuqu's wrist, piercing his eyes straight into the other's eyes, "Why do you have to be arrogant for a while to get to this point?"

Qing Shuqu avoided Duchen's sight subconsciously, and said with a smile: "I have killed so many people, and you actually said that I am not possessed by demons, the holy monk Duchen, who has retreated for 200 years, did you shut you up stupidly?"

"A demonic person must be bloodthirsty, unable to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil," Du Chen frowned, and said slowly, "But you, no."

Qing Shuqu was about to refute, but Duchen interrupted him: "In the past five years, Feihuang has come to you more than once. She has always spoken frankly and must have made you angry, but she is still alive now, and even I haven't been hurt after being driven away by you, just because of the words I persuaded you back then..."

"I……"

"There is also Shangque Xianzong, how many times have the lord Qiu Yangju and Gong Jiansheng come to look for you, but you always avoid them and never fight them. May I ask which bloodthirsty obsessed person would do this?"

"But I'm full of demonic energy..."

"Xuan Jue, you are only haunted by demons, you are not possessed by demons."

"..."

"Okay," Qing Shuqu gave up his defense, "I really can't hide anything from you, monk."

Seeing this, Du Chen also let go of Qing Shuqu's wrist. He looked at the reddened lake and said calmly, "Xuan Jue, I want to save you."

Qing Shuqu smiled helplessly, but was suddenly taken aback when he was about to answer: [...Me? ]

In an instant, the forgotten memory came back to life in vain, Qing Shuqu's pupils shrank slightly, and the hands under his sleeves couldn't help shaking: [Almost... I almost fell into it. ]

Qing Shuqu let out a long breath, put his consciousness outside, and when he noticed a group of monks approaching this side secretly, Qing Shuqu sneered from the bottom of his heart and easily guessed what the heart demon dreamed: [So that's the case, if I I have never woken up, and under the influence of the heart demon, I will definitely suspect that these people were brought by Du Chen, betrayed by my best friends, my heart is ashamed, and then I fell into a demon overnight and was cut by the sword. Du Chen naturally has no time to stop, I die In the end, he will inevitably question these people, and the answers he will get are nothing more than doing justice for the sky or saying that I deserve death. play. ]

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【Small Theater · Things I Don’t Know】

1. The Heart Demon Realm is based on the real world, that's why it's so ugly

2. The only people who chased and killed Qing Shuqu were Taoists and demons. Neither the Buddha nor the demon cultivators took action. Even when Qing Shuqu fled to the territory of the demon cultivators in the South China Sea, those demon cultivators hid him for a while

3. After Qing Shuqu landed on the island under the jurisdiction of the demon cultivators, a certain clan specially sent people to guard the island secretly. Some demon cultivators also helped to deal with some pursuers

4. The demon cultivator leading the way for Duchen belongs to the fox clan

5. Qing Shuqu originally wanted to pretend that he was possessed by demons, and then find a clean place to hide, and then silently sacrifice to the damned fairy gate after Mahayana, but there are too many people chasing and killing him, and he can't find it at all The place