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The author has something to say: Finishing minor repairs

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I'm back again... Well, I hope to fill this hole and satisfy my obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The Buddhist story about "I cross the world, who crosses me" is limited by my ability, and I can't find a corresponding story, so I have to make up one myself, which can't be true.

Things changed and the stars moved, the white mist disappeared instantly, the sound of horseshoes, shouts of killing, stretched from one end of the sky to the other end of the earth, and the smell of blood in his nose, the surrounding scenes were all undulating, shaking, and distorting before his eyes... Sixi stood stiffly, as if she had turned into a cavalryman, holding her long knife high, charging and charging, and also as if she was in the sky, looking down at everything that was filled with gunpowder smoke and strewn with corpses.

Seeing him motionless, the kid scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, gnashed his teeth, and gnawed his arms and legs. Unfortunately, the monster's skin was too thick, and his teeth became loose after gnawing. His eyes were full of tears, and he didn't even leave a tooth mark. He was so angry that he wowed at the sky. Wow.

After a while, the white mist gathered slowly, and Sixi's eyes gradually focused. He gave a low laugh, looked at the little ghost at his feet expressionlessly, and said slowly: "I never asked You, who are you...?"

The little ghost froze, rubbing against the half-demon boy flatteringly, rubbing and rubbing, the boy's stare became colder and colder, he finally couldn't go on rubbing, and began to use the peerless killer - ghost cry.

Before the shrill ghost howl entered his mind, Sixi grabbed the little ghost by the mouth. He raised the little ghost up a bit, and bloodthirsty crimson covered his eyes, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I will find it myself."

The little ghost shuddered inexplicably, the half-demon boy looked at the vast white mist, and showed a cold smile, no matter what weirdness you have, if you can't kill me, I will kill you.

After the gunpowder smoke passed, Sixi rummaged through the corpses and found the dying Taoist priest in Tsing Yi. Seeing his misery, Sixi smiled very happily: "You are a respectable and stinky Taoist priest, you almost turned into a dead Taoist priest, now be a little master." slave, hahaha."

Qing Yishi's whole body was in pain, and he had no time to argue with him, so he asked, "Where is this?"

Sixi got angry: "The devil knows." He said and glanced at the little ghost, who immediately rubbed against him with a smile on his face. If there is no origin, he is not a demon.

That's all, let's see what is the name of this illusion.

"Hey, stinky Taoist, don't you want to know where this is? How about we discuss something?" The half-demon boy patted the Tsing Yi Taoist on the cheek, then changed his mind the next moment, "Forget it, I'll let you go, We each rely on our abilities, and it would be best for you to die by then, lest the young master get his hands dirty..."

Qing Yishi kept silent, and he didn't care, raised his foot and kicked hard, and the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi rolled away and rolled into the vast white mist. He waved his hand leisurely to say goodbye, and then bounced away.

……

Sixi touched Zuo Zhifeng's tent, the general was losing his temper, Shi Zhongyu folded his arms, and watched the excitement leisurely, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zuo Zhifeng threw all the utensils that could be dropped in the tent and was still not relieved. When he turned his head and saw him smiling, he became even more angry, "What are you laughing at?!"

Shi Zhongyu said coldly: "I laugh at some people doing it on their own."

Zuo Zhifeng sneered back: "Junshi Shi can speak directly, why bother to cover up."

Shi Zhongyu said angrily: "Who is it that is covering up, not only not stopping the robbery committed by your subordinates, but also covering up, so that the people can't bear the humiliation, risking their lives to cooperate with the enemy, but also expel you!"

"People?! You treat them as people, but they treat you as parents?!"

"You have never treated them kindly. In addition to bullying or bullying, you also want to make you a parent officer?!"

Zuo Zhifeng almost laughed angrily, "You stinky Taoist priest with pickled vegetables and tofu, you must be different if you are not of my race. Even if you treat them well today, you will be sold out in a blink of an eye!"

Shi Zhongyu reprimanded loudly: "It's just that you think, you think that everyone is like you, and you never hesitate to speculate on others with the greatest maliciousness. Besides, it's your fault. Why did you invade others and occupy other people's land? You are not good to others, and even drive others to the battlefield like livestock as a shield! You really make me sick like this!"

Zuo Zhifeng patted the table: "Idiot! What do you know, you don't know anything fucking, get out! Get out!"

Shi Zhongyu turned his head and left: "Get out, get out, Zuo Zhifeng, a general like you deserves to lose a battle!"

The one who answered him was a table that flew out of the tent. Zuo Zhifeng sat in the tent, the more he thought about it, the more angry he was, he was trembling with anger. This idiot, this idiot, is so naive. It went into the dog's stomach!

Si Xi glanced at the torn table, and without any thought of caution, opened the tent and went in carelessly.

Zuo Zhifeng didn't lose his composure when he saw his pupils shrunk, and said in a deep voice, "Who is your Excellency?"

He remained calm, and Sixi didn't take it seriously, picked up a stool and sat down, "The person who can make the general win the battle."

Zuo Zhifeng sized him up for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "How do you know that? I'm willing to listen carefully."

Sixi let out a "hey" and said, "Let me tell you a story first."

"In a small remote mountain village," he had never passed by before, and now he put on a posture of opening a forum, with a serious look in his eyebrows and eyes, which was very decent, "One day, a mountain torrent Roaring like tigers and wolves, they were about to flood the mountain village, and a monk came, and that monk was very capable, and created a barrier to protect the entire village, so in the end it was only the fields that were damaged and the food lost.”

"The villagers were grateful to him, so they built a temple for him on the mountain and made a golden body of Buddha. The monks lived in the temple, enjoyed the incense of the villagers, taught Buddhism, imparted engineering methods, and cured diseases and saved lives. After decades of this, the monks became more and more As he got older and stopped going down the mountain, the villagers at first thought of offering incense to him, but later on, they forgot about him completely, and the monk starved to death."

"After a long time, when the villagers found out, the body was already smelly and full of maggots. They hurriedly buried the person, and finally they felt guilty, so they closed the temple. After a long time, the guilt in the villagers' hearts was worn away by time. , some scumbags withheld gold from the gold body, and gradually it was gone, leaving a bare body of mud. Unfortunately, if they did too many things, people became suspicious, and the scumbags were afraid The villagers pursued it, and simply smashed the muddy body, and lied that the monk's soul returned to Jin's body, and ran away by himself. A guilty conscience haunted me like a devil, and in the end I simply tore down the temple to suppress the devil."

When Sixi said this, his flat and calm narrative finally showed a bit of ruthlessness.

"It's all right, but unfortunately, one day, there was another mudslide. After the disaster, people were almost dead, but a monk happened to come and rescued the villagers. Some of the remaining villagers asked Why didn't he come earlier, causing them to die so many people in vain. Some people asked him if he came back to take revenge, intentionally attracting mudslides, and revenge because they starved him to death. He raised a stick to guard against him, but he became malicious out of fear and beat him to death. The monk did not resist until his death, but he had a doubt in his heart. He came to reincarnate in the world just to save people. he?"

The half-demon boy sneered a few times, revealing a bit of deep hatred: "That's right, everyone said that the Buddha saves all living beings, but he said where there is a Buddha, where is the Buddha..."

Zuo Zhifeng listened carefully, and finally said: "He doesn't practice Buddhism..."

Sixi blinked her eyes, and her coldness and solemnity turned into cynicalism again: "One way is mastered, ten thousand ways are mastered."

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The majestic and winding mountains in the sky meander away in the sea of ​​clouds. Nearby, the smoke from the raging war is everywhere, reflecting the wailing of the survivors, which is calm and noisy.

The fish in the stone got into the ruined walls and dug out the people who were dying and struggling. As long as they had a breath, they would hang them. Those who became corpses would pass away. He cultivated the Tao, not the Buddha. It is the bald donkey in the eyes of some people, not the bull-nosed one. At least, the universal knowledge of the bald donkey is useful here.

Every time after the war, from morning to night, he did not rest for a moment, let go, but more and more people died, and he couldn't save them. Every time it happened, the people of Nanyi looked at him from the beginning. From tears of gratitude, to coldness and numbness, to anger and hostility...

Tremblingly, he injected the last trace of spiritual energy into the body of the person in front of him, the person's breathing was slowly and steadily, his eyes went dark, and he lay on the ground breathlessly, with great loss and powerlessness in his heart... The person he saved was far from dead many people...

"Father!" The young man jumped up and cried loudly, the person caught by him immediately spit out a big mouthful of blood, and went to hell, the young man who was sprayed with blood all over his face was stunned.

Shi Zhongyu was furious, "Who told you to touch him! I managed to save him—"

"Shut up!" the young man yelled, his facial features distorted, and his voice was full of venom, "It's all you! It's all you! If it weren't for you, my father wouldn't have died at all, who asked you to save me, you liar! You executioner Hypocrisy, you kill people and save them, and you expect others to appreciate you! It’s all about you! It’s all about you and my father who will die—go die!”

The furious young man picked up a big rock and smashed it down. The fish in the rock seemed to be stunned, allowing the rock to get closer and closer.

At the very moment, the boy and the stone flew together and fell heavily to the ground. The fish eyes in the stone narrowed, and their eyes were pinned on the person coming. Zuo Zhifeng squatted in front of him, the handle of the knife was like a dog. Teased him a few times, showing a bright smile, "Liar? Executioner? Fake benevolence? Fake hypocrisy?"

The fish in the stone had no expression on his face, "If you fart, let it go."

Zuo Zhifeng snorted coldly: "Aren't you worried that the child died?"

The fish in the stone was startled, the brilliance in his eyes dimmed, and he was completely silent.

Zuo Zhifeng chuckled lightly, held his lapel, looked at him at the same level, and saw with his own eyes that the eyes that were usually bright as flames were as deep as pools, and Zuo Zhifeng felt inexplicable pleasure in his heart, "He wants to kill you, so, then For a moment you put his life and death behind you, you can avoid it if you don't think about it, as for avoiding—"

"Fish in the stone, admit it, he wants to kill you, so naturally you don't want to save him." Zuo Zhifeng brushed his brows and eyes with a handsome smile, "You will be cold-hearted, you are not a saint, why do you have to force yourself to become a saint?" Holy?"

You are not a saint, why do you try to be holy?

The person you saved will be rewarded with revenge, and you can't just laugh it off, why do you have to force yourself to save it?

You can't save people, why do you try to save people?

However, if you really want to save people, the price you pay is too high... You don't want to pay, and in order to feel better, you retreat and seek peace of mind. The devil, the Dao mind is unstable, how can he prove the Dao?

Why?If you can't prove the Tao, how can you seek longevity?

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White mist curled up on the pool, and the water flowed very fast, hitting the bluestone, splashing his clothes, lying on the bluestone all in one, with misty eyes, the question seemed to knock in his heart, deafening, and caught his mind , can't break free.

How to prove the Tao...how to seek longevity?

Qing Yise slowly opened his eyes, only to see a wide field of vision above his head, a new moon in the sky, insects chirping in his ears, and the night was freezing cold.

He tightened his chest and made a decision in his heart. There was something wrong with him. The root cause... He had to find that half-demon and forcefully suppressed his heart. , The frown became tighter and tighter, it was actually a sign of entanglement and elusive luck.

Recalling the abnormal state of mind when he first came into contact with the little demon, he tore off a three-finger-wide strip of cloth from the hem of his clothes, cast a confinement spell, tied it behind his head, and blindfolded... It doesn't matter if he can't see, he still has Consciousness.