I want to practice Buddhism

This Xiao is no ordinary Xiao, he is ranked ninth in the world, and his name is Chao Ge.It is made of keel, tough and tough, and will not be easily broken.As soon as the Chaoge comes out, all the people in the world with evil intentions will disappear.

This is how the world judges him.

In the next few days, the young master was learning to play the flute in the yard.Xiao is good at bragging, but he doesn't know anything about how to use internal energy, how to use luck, and how to use power.The great monk has been free for the past few days, no longer going out, staying at home with his little things to practice internal strength.

Zhao Zhaoran was still very happy.

When I get up, someone will wait for me to dress and eat, and after eating, I can concentrate on practicing in the backyard.This monk in his family is much better than those masters of sword cultivation and soul cultivation. He doesn't attack him or scold him. If he doesn't understand, he teaches him over and over again, tirelessly.Although in the middle of the practice some of the masters would start their hands in a serious manner, but in general, life is still very comfortable.

"Brother..." The young man who just woke up from his afternoon nap rubbed his eyes and looked at Jiang Chengfeng who was holding him in his arms.

"Little guy, I've been teaching you for so many days, shouldn't it be time to change your tune and call me master?" Jiang Chengfeng smiled softly, and scratched the tip of Zhao Zhaoran's nose, with a pampered expression on his face.

Zhao Zhaoran was a little awkward, and changed into a comfortable position in his arms: "But, daddy said, you can't have an affair with the master, it's... to kill the nine clans." He said it very seriously, still in the monk's house. I rubbed against my arms twice.

"Zhaoran..." Jiang Chengfeng hugged him, smoothed his thick black hair, "Do you think this makes sense?"

The eyes of the two met, and the young master thought about it seriously for a while.

"unreasonable."

"Why is it unreasonable?" The great monk was very patient and persuasive today.

"Because... if they really love each other, they shouldn't be punished by the Jiu Clan..." Zhao Zhaoran blurted out, and after he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, and immediately covered his mouth.God, how could he come up with such outrageous words?His father taught him that to be a human being, one must abide by the rules, one must be responsible, and one must not exceed it.But why... does he feel that the rules set by the world are so unreasonable?

Jiang Chengfeng took his hand covering his mouth, put it on his chest, and held it tightly: "I hope that no matter how the world becomes, you can think so."

In the end, Zhao Zhaoran was unable to call Jiang Chengfeng a master.

That afternoon he was promised to go and play with Sun Yao, as long as he came back before dinner time.The two teenagers were a little excited after not seeing each other for some days, chatting and dancing swords in the small courtyard, it was very lively.

"Meow." The two heard a faint call, and hurriedly stopped the sword in their hands to find the source of the sound.

It was a wounded black cat.

"Ayao, Ayao, look, it has green eyes, so special." Zhao Zhaoran hugged the cat, stroking its hair and said.

"Young master, don't be some evil thing..." Sun Yao was a little worried, trembling and afraid to touch it.

"How is it possible? Where is this Kongtong Mountain? How can evil things get mixed in casually?" The young man laughed at his timidity, and asked Sun Yao to bring water and gauze, and the two of them clumsily applied medicine and bandaged the black cat , and fed it, built a nest, and worked all afternoon.

"Ayao, shall we give him a name?" Zhao Zhaoran looked at this cute little black cat and suggested.

Sun Yao rubbed his head, very helpless: "Master, A Yao is a rough man, he can't get any elegant name."

The young master didn't count on him anymore, he squatted down and pondered for a long time, but he didn't think of a good one, and he was sullen and sullen.

At this time, Jiang Chengfeng was already standing on the main hall, looking down at the group of disciples below.

"Who is slandering the abbot behind his back?" The voice of the person in the hall was so cold that it made people shudder.His Highness's three thousand disciples knelt together, and no one dared to speak out.

"Don't say it? Then don't blame me." The monk raised his eyebrows and signaled to his subordinates, and the two Buddhist practitioners were thrown into the hall.

"Say, who is it?" Full of oppression, every sentence is majestic.

The two little monks kept trembling, crying and shouting, "Brother, please forgive us, we don't know anything" Yunyun.Impatient, Jiang Chengfeng raised the sword beside him and pointed it at the face of one of them.

"Say."

Dark clouds gathered outside the house, and it was dark, and it would rain cats and dogs from time to time.Thoroughly wash away all the filth in this Kongtong Mountain.

But no one knows whether the torrential rain washed away the filth, or revealed a more penetrating darkness.

"Yes...it's Huiwu! He first said about the affair between you and Mr. Zhao!" The little monk was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat that he almost blurted out.

Huiwu below was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. "No! Brother Chengguan! No! It's not me! Don't listen to his nonsense!"

He raised his head and looked at the cold eyebrows of the people in the hall. The sword in his hand was shining brightly, carrying a chilling coercion.

Will...will die.Hui Wu was so frightened that he was sweating all over, knelt on the ground and kept shaking.How cruel this senior brother is, if he gets pushed out, he can't escape death at all.

"Stop sophistry! We heard you talking behind your back about the adultery between senior brother and Mr. Zhao, so you are so arrogant!" Another young monk hurriedly refuted his answer with a very firm and confident tone.

"No! No... Yes, it's Song Jueqing! Their sword cultivators like to gossip behind their backs the most!" Hui Wu was so flustered that he didn't have time to speak.

"You spitting blood!" For a moment, His Highness became noisy, and people from the four sects identified each other, uttered all kinds of slanderous words, and did all kinds of things that were beyond conscience.

Deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors, hurting fellow students.How ridiculous, Kongtong Mountain, no matter how you look at it, is a famous and decent family, but it is as vulnerable as those small schools and trails down the mountain.

Should I say that things in this world are complicated and people's hearts are not ancient, or should I say that I am ridiculous, weak and incompetent.

"Enough!" Jiang Chengfeng roared, looking coldly at the crowd below.With another wink, the disciples around took the person who was identified just now down and handed them over to their respective sects.

The remaining Buddhist cultivators knelt tremblingly in front of Jiang Chengfeng.This does not include the two young monks who were thrown into the temple at the beginning.

Everyone understood that it was a trick.

But there was nothing he could do, no one dared not tell the truth under the coercion of Brother Cheng Guan.

Jiang Chengfeng raised his sword, and streaks of white light appeared, making people intimidated. "Brother..." The disciples on the side uttered a voice, thinking that they should try to persuade them, but before they could utter the second half of the sentence, Hui Wu, the leader, was beheaded.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and the head rolled on the ground and stopped.

Huiwu's body paused for a while, and then he fell down heavily, falling into a piece of bright red water.

"Let's all go back." The owner of the sword said slowly, took off his outer robe slowly, and sat on the steps of the hall.

Those Buddhist cultivators were all panicked, some chanted the Sutra for no reason, some ran out in a panic, some tears rolled down, and were grabbed and dragged out just as they were about to shout.

Suddenly, the hall became cold again.

The rain started, wild and enthusiastic, but it couldn't wash away the blood stains in the temple and the cold eyes of the people in the temple.This appearance, I really don't want to be seen by you...

The author has something to say:

Should be in school by now, so posting all the rest.For those who want to send blades at the end (will anyone?), I will come back and write a special episode.

Because, I still want to live.

Xue Zhiqian, Sakata Gintoki, Asaba Yuki, Oshiba Kosuke, great monk and young master, give me strength! ! !

Ghana.