My buddy is crazy

When Luohe chose not to be a demon cultivator, I spent the whole night counting the divination cards. No matter how I do the divination, her future is still certain.I can't do it right or left, I didn't take Luohe to repair the demon directly, I just explained the pros and cons to her.There are indeed demonic cultivators who despise methods, and there are also ruthless people in legal cultivators.At my level of cultivation, I have already seen the difference between various dharmas very clearly.I explained to Luohe that cultivating demons doesn't have to be a hairy drink of blood to fight and kill. I once had a friend who was a half teacher with me. He had a sex addiction, let alone murder. Seeing mortals kill chickens, he vomited halfway.

"In the final analysis," I shook my hand at Luo He, who was staring blankly at the almond-eyed, "whether you cultivate demons or Taoism, I can teach you, but it doesn't matter if it's faster or slower."

What she wanted to say, I shook my head to stop her: "You decide."

A few days later, Luohe replied to me that she had no intention of cultivating demons, so I picked out the exercises I robbed from Faxiu before, and went to Faxiu to listen to the courses from time to time, and taught her step by step.She is good at cultivation, and gradually has her own opinions, and experiences in various places.I also continued to hold my broken signboard and search for my opportunities in all directions.

Someone once told me that accepting apprentices for monks is just like raising children for ordinary parents, it is a very troublesome matter.

Ordinary parents always like to see their own temperament from their juniors, and monks are more willing to see their teachings from their apprentices. I don't know how much connection there is, but they don't want Luohe to be like me.It's a pity that things changed and stars changed, but I gradually saw my tricks from her actions.

The only consolation is that Luohe thinks more about land than I do, and his life is always better than mine.

Looking at Luohe, sometimes I wonder if everything is just because Xu Yuan is too greedy, he refuses to let everyone who falls in, and wants to use my suspicion to force me to fall back.In my spare time, I also doubt myself, ascension means changing my fate, ascension itself is a catastrophe, changing all kinds of things from yesterday, I am so determined not to ascend, that is the wrong way.

I was undecided in An Sheng's idle dream, and when I was about to convince myself that everything was delusional, Luo He's exercises went wrong for the first time.

Xian Gui'er is not a devil cultivator, anyone with some cultivation can see it.She has two fates, and it has long been a decree.There are better endings, there are those who practice the Tao and fall into the demons but fail to pass the thunder calamity and die, some cultivate the demons and fail to follow the way to disappear, and some have a lifelong pursuit of the Tao and fail to end well, not to mention the rest.Therefore, if she made a mistake in her practice, and it was difficult for her to make progress in her cultivation, I had already prepared for it.

I gave her a new exercise, and told her directly that it was a method of relying on life. If she wanted to practice higher, she would need a monk with mutual generation of attributes to practice Ci exercises together to benefit each other.

When introducing this exercise to Luohe, I deliberately blurred my words and did not give an evaluation.Luohe was familiar with my temperament and knew that I had reservations, so he only asked: "Master is so vague, could it be that he is hiding something from me?"

He drew a Taoist talisman in the air, and smiled at her: "This exercise is newly created by me, and no one has tried it before. I will show you the self-confidence, and it depends on whether you dare to practice it."

Perhaps following me was too casual, Luo He didn't pay much attention to his appearance.If so, after several changes over time, in terms of appearance, I can no longer treat her as a monkey.As soon as she opened her face, she looked at me with white teeth and bright eyes: "I believe in Master."

When I get along with Luohe, she always comes to me when she has something to do, but this time, I summoned her.

It was snowing at night, and I nestled on a chair by the stove, waving the divination card and waiting for Luohe to come.She seemed to be in the midst of something, her face was clearly tired when she came.She glanced at my table and said in surprise, "Master, where did you snatch the doll from?"

There was a small cradle on the small table by the stove, and the baby was sleeping soundly in it, barely cute.

"It wasn't snatched," I explained to Luo He, "I picked it up on the side of the road. His situation is similar to yours."

She covered her lips and smiled: "Master, you are a demon cultivator, why are you so soft-hearted?"

I was startled, knowing that she still didn't understand what I said, so I explained to her: "This child is reserved for your practice."

Luo He frowned, and unexpectedly revealed some of his childhood sweetness: "It's hard for me to handle such a young child, Master like this."

We looked at each other for a while, and finally decided that Luohe would hire some mortals to raise him in the sect.Luohe is so busy that she is about to leave with a basket in her hand. I stopped her and wanted to talk to her for a while, but in the end I just asked: "He is not yet full-term and has no name yet..."

Luo He smiled and mocked me: "Master, why is he so sentimental... I came from the mountains of Mochuan, so let's call him Mochuan."

After Luohe left, I guarded the stove left for Mochuan until the charcoal fire was all extinguished.For the first time, I took out the jug of wine mixed with the Buddha's blood.This pot of Wangyou has a long-lasting and mellow taste. The first sip made me cry, but also brought out some illusions: I seemed to be a disciple of the Buddha back then, standing on the edge of the Xuyuan cliff, looking at the black mist, with only eyes in my eyes. A little red cherry, but disappeared in an instant.

Breaking free from the illusion, I thought about it, that should be my robe corner.

I was a little panicked in the illusion, the jade hexagram card in my hand fell to the ground, and the hexagram image was more definite than before:

Luoshui goes to the Luoshui River, and when the Luo River dries up, there is no Buddha.

The word Chuanhe is three minutes old, and it has never been bad luck.