I want to practice Buddhism

It's night, Chengguan and Yunxi are drinking in the courtyard.

"Monk, will you attack the Yaozu?" Yunxi asked, lying at his feet.

"No." The monk took a sip of wine, his heart hurting violently, but it made him feel happy.

"If Mr. Zhao wants to take your life, you won't either?"

"Give it to him."

"What if he wants to break into the Heaven Realm and fight the Heavenly Emperor?"

"Help him."

Yunxi was speechless for a moment, he looked at the side face of the monk with a faint smile, but somehow felt that he was handsome for no reason.This monk, for one person, lost his whole life cultivation and fell into the world; for one person, he was busy searching for heroes from all directions to save him in the tiger's den and Longtan; for one person, he did not hesitate to fight against all living beings in the world; Every night of pain, even this as a witness of love.

It's a pity that that person doesn't know, that person doesn't know anything.

Alas, he sighed, full of regret.

"Yunxi, I was also present at the battle 600 years ago." The monk said slowly, and the white tiger looked at him suspiciously, "The heavens and the demon clan were in peace, but the world had a deep prejudice against demons. At that time, the heaven Some important passes were invaded by the enemy and suffered heavy casualties. Soon there were rumors that the monster race was invading. The Heavenly Emperor sent many heavenly soldiers and generals to crusade against the monster race. People are devastated, mourning is everywhere, and both worlds are jealous. One side is to ensure that the world is the only one, and the other side is to protect the glory of our clan for thousands of years."

The monk let out a long sigh, and the white tiger beside him was full of shock.

"All the gods in the heavens, all the Buddhist monks and Taoists who knew the truth, none of them felt guilty. They broke the real peace in this world with self-righteous justice. Many families were separated, and many children were lonely. Your family is just A casualty of this war."

Drinking up pot after pot of wine, Yunxi remained silent, only the night wind was left, blowing coldness after wave after wave, taking away layer after layer of emotions.

How many years have passed?Jiang Chengfeng couldn't count, he only knew that no matter how hard he was to bear the torment of longing, he was going to find the child he was thinking of so much.

The monk was tied up and thrown into the demon clan.

Those little monsters felt that their eyes were blurred. The current abbot of Kongtong Mountain, Master Chengguan who called the wind and rain, actually ran to their lair without a single soldier?Is the sun coming out from the west or is there pie falling from the sky?

But this monk only said: "Where is Zhao Zhaoran?"

Then, he fulfilled his wish and lay down in front of Zhao Zhaoran.

The little boy has grown taller, grown up, dressed in black, with loose hair, and his slender body outlines a good-looking figure, making him look thin and charming.He hooked his fingers, and a little demon clamped Jiang Chengfeng and sent him to Zhao Zhaoran.

Zhao Zhaoran raised the monk's chin, casually outlined the outline of his face, and then laughed.

"Three years, Jiang Chengfeng, three years. What are you doing here?" He looked at the great monk with disdain and contempt, but also a little bit of emotion.That's right, it's been three years. What is he waiting for? He's been waiting for three years.

The monk looked at him, but his eyes were as gentle as water.He should have come to him earlier, let go of all the secular world, and forgotten the gods and Buddhas around his ears, and should have come to him earlier to be with him.

"I'm sorry." The monk said such a sentence.

He blames himself, blames himself for worrying too much, blames himself for not being able to tell the difference, blames himself for being like a Buddha.Zhao Zhaoran's eyes were filled with anger, he threw him to the ground, and said coldly: "As long as you don't kill him, it's up to you."

Below, there was a burst of cheers.

Each of the demons here has a deep hatred with the heavens. They are attacked inexplicably and join the war inexplicably.Their hatred has been accumulated for more than 600 years, and at this moment, it is all added to Jiang Chengfeng.

The monk remained silent all the time.

"Zhaoran, what are you thinking?" A voice sounded, and Su Mo stepped out of the shadows with a slight smile.He can be regarded as an elder figure of this monster clan. He has tasted all the hardships in the world, and he has become indifferent to everything.He was fed too much saltpeter powder when he was a child, so he has always looked like a teenager.He cared a lot about Zhao Zhaoran, and Zhao Zhaoran was also very close to him.

"It's nothing...it's nothing, you can go to sleep quickly." The little boy dodged, not daring to look him in the eye and slipped back into the house.

Su Mo glanced at the happy direction of the group of monsters, and he understood.

At night, Su Mo entered Jiang Chengfeng's cell.

The people inside were covered in blood, decadent, embarrassed, and dilapidated.But his expression is still indifferent, as if ignoring life and death in the world.

Su Mo sighed, and took out a cloth to wipe the blood on his body.Sensing the man's obvious resistance, he said lightly: "Zhaoran let me come." The monk stopped struggling, but his eyes became fierce.

"You are his subordinate, right? Are you treating your master like this?"

Full of jealousy.

"Wait until your bitter plan succeeds, then you can compete with me to be jealous." Su Mo smiled, and stuffed the cloth into the monk's hand, "I'm afraid that you will die here if you can't hold on, so what else is there if I ask for it?" mean."

"You try it!" The monk glared at him, full of murderous intent.

Su Mo smiled and walked out.

It's really fun.