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Buddha, feel also.

All the great wisdom in the world is nothing more than seeing through the word.Seeing through life and death, seeing through love, hate, love and infatuation, seeing through power and fame, detached from the mundane, and fully enlightened.

Wu Xin actually knew the answer, but instinctively, he felt that this was not what Yu Qingcheng wanted to hear.

More importantly, after so many years of practice, he realized that he hadn't really seen through.

Only when Yu Qingcheng jumped down the valley and detonated the explosives they had buried before, did he really come to the situation where all four things were empty, and the incredible pain grew from the inside out, gradually attacking every inch of his body.

The palm pierced by the sharp sword also hurt more and more. Surprisingly, at this moment, he felt that there was no feeling more wonderful than this pain——no, it was not enough, a little more pain, it would be better to have more pain a little!

As long as the pain reaches the extreme, he can perfectly appreciate the essence of Buddhism, so more, more pain is needed!

In the scripture pavilion in the early morning, Yu Qingcheng took away the scriptures in his hand, showed a sly look, and leaned forward.Oddly enough, he didn't dodge, and then the wet touch fell on his thin eyelids, and he closed his eyes involuntarily.

Yu Qingcheng stuck out her tongue and licked his eyes, and said with a light smile, "I really don't like the holy monk looking at me like this, as if he doesn't care about me at all. So... just close your eyes."

The Buddha said that all living beings are right and wrong.

Wu Xin knelt on the ground in pain, his heart was surrounded by ecstasy and great pain at the same time, he felt that he was about to be completely liberated, those unreasonable truths could no longer restrain him.

It was already unknown how many days he had left Shaolin Temple. He walked from Heilongmao to Rongtian Ridge on foot, thinking about where to go next, but it seemed that there was no need for this.

Now there is only one last problem left unresolved.

Buddha, what is it.

The Buddha said that the three thousand worlds are the worlds of right and wrong.All appearances are false.

Then, understanding is not enlightenment, good is not good, and evil is not evil.Buddha... is not a Buddha.

Wu Xin looked at the dark red land under his feet, the color of blood, in this ominous crimson, a hand suddenly appeared and reached out to him.

Wearing a string of beads on the wrist, agarwood, round and calm color.

Wu Xin raised her head and looked at the person who stretched out her hand, he actually recognized him.

King of Wisdom.The notorious King of Wisdom.

The person who just stepped in from the entrance of the restaurant has long flowing hair, and he is wearing clothes that are obviously disciples of Wanhua Valley. The complicated black and purple fabrics are layered on top of each other. This gloomy tone suppresses the handsomeness of the man so that he looks a bit frivolous temperament.

A medicine box was tied to his side, but two sabers, one black and one white, were carried on his back. For a while, people couldn't tell whether he was a wandering doctor or a swordsman.But Huo Qingyun knew that his two swords were not weapons, they were just ordinary accessories, and he had never even used them.

When they first met, he asked Bu Zhi why he kept carrying these two swords even though he didn't use them.At that time, Buzhi replied: "This thing is a gift from an old friend. I can't see him again in the rivers and lakes, so I always keep it with me as a thought."

Huo Qingyun heard that there was a story in his words, so she didn't ask any more questions, but said: "It looks like a good sword."

Bu Zhi: "That's true. I thought about why I gave it to someone who is not used to swords, but the man said that the names of these two swords are related to me."

"Oh?" Huo Qingyun found it interesting, "What are the names of these two swords?"

Bu Zhi's slender fingers slowly caressed the cold scabbard, and at that moment his eyes actually reminded Huo Qingyun of a night by the West Lake, the whole person looked very gentle Yu Qingcheng.

"Unknown." He replied, "These two swords are called unknown."

Ye Zhanmei leaned out from the railing on the third floor, and waved enthusiastically downstairs: "Brother Bu!"

Everyone in the restaurant looked sideways.

Huo Qingyun dragged him back with a headache. Fortunately, Bu Zhi had already seen the two of them, so he went upstairs to greet them.

"Long time no see." Bu Zhi smiled and rolled his eyes, "I thought that I might see you when I passed Luoyang City this time, but I really expected it."

Ye Zhanmei patted the table: "We are destined to meet each other! Today I treat guests, Xiao Er, bring wine!"

Bu Zhi: "Master Ye is still so energetic. Let me see how your hand is recovering."

Ye Zhanmei stretched out his hand according to the words, Buzhi looked up and down, and said with a smile: "It looks very good, but it still hurts on a rainy day?"

"There is one more thing, but it doesn't matter." Ye Zhanmei withdrew his hand and said, "It's all thanks to Qingyun applying medicine for me every day!"

"That's because you don't remember at all." Huo Qingyun threw the last peeled shrimp into his bowl, looked at Bu Zhi, "Brother Bu, the deep-fried river shrimp here is a must. Try it, I'll ask for another plate to give you a taste."

After the accident three years ago, Huo Qingyun took Ye Zhanmei to the Valley of Thousand Flowers to seek medical treatment, where he met Bu Zhi who was like a god of acupuncture.In the past few years, they have chosen a day to go back to visit this kind-hearted doctor every year.

In that year, Huo Qingyun was already a well-known general, and since then, he has brought Ye Zhanmei by his side.Naturally, they no longer need the so-called return date agreement, and the peanut ceremony that lasted for six years has come to an end.

In the first year of Guangde, King Feng was gifted to death.It was the first and only time in his life that he used his grandfather's connections to dig out the people involved in the private prison in Chengdu and the mastermind behind the death of King Feng in the shortest time, and pulled out the deepest nails buried in the court.

In the Valley of Thousand Flowers, birds are always singing and flowers are fragrant, and the seasons are like spring.Such a place seems to make people's injuries better without knowing it.

After carefully cleaning Ye Zhanmei's wound, Bu Zhi said, "You better be mentally prepared for these hands."

Ye Zhanmei suddenly raised his head and stared closely at his eyes.

Huo Qingyun frowned and said, "Can I use the sword again?"

This is obviously the question that Ye Zhanmei is most concerned about but dare not ask.

Bu Zhi looked at the expressions of the two of them, and said, "With all due respect, I am lucky to be able to pick up the sword again."

Huo Qingyun watched as the light in Ye Zhan's eyebrows dimmed little by little, turned around and walked out of the room without saying a word.

If it is said that Ye Zhanmei is a simple person who can see the bottom line at a glance, then this is true.It's just that people who are not familiar with him often think that he has always looked so kind and soft-hearted, full of flaws all over his body.

Actually he is not.

Under his reckless and impulsive appearance, there is a tenacity and strength that is different from ordinary people. It is hard to imagine that anything can really defeat him.And the only time Huo Qingyun saw him cry was when he picked up the sword for the first time after recovering from that injury.

When he was a child, his hands were rubbed with heavy swords to cause blood blisters, or when he was thrown on all fours while learning Qinggong, he never cried.He never cried when he was repeatedly defeated in the famous sword competition, or when he was hunted down in the wild.When he saw his biological father who abandoned their mother and child, he didn't cry. Even after seeing Qian Cao's tragic death and when he learned of Yu Qingcheng's death, he suppressed his tears.

He was deceived, betrayed, and framed. In a precarious country and bloody rivers and lakes, everyone will be more or less vulnerable and sad, but he has never felt hopeless.

Taking the heart as the sword is to hide the sword.

As long as you have a sword in your hand, you can fight again.

Huo Qingyun watched him sitting on the steps suppressing his crying from a distance, clenched his hands into fists and then loosened them, finally walked over and half knelt and slowly embraced him.

Ye Zhanmei's tears dripped on his clothes, it was hot.

He rested his chin on the top of Ye Zhanmei's head, did not look down, and tried to make his voice sound calm: "Do you want them to die?" He asked, "The people who killed you, do you want them to die?" ?”

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that Huo Qingyun thought that he would not answer her again, and suddenly felt him pressing against her chest and shaking her head lightly.

"I said, can you stop following me?" Tang Ziming turned around unbearably.

"Oh, I'm angry now." Ye Luxue still looked at him with a smile, "I haven't done anything yet."

Tang Ziming said angrily: "Big liar! I won't listen to you! I'm going back to Tangjiabao now, don't even think about coming in!"

Yeluxue stammered, "Oh—Tangjiabao, are you sure I can't get in?"

"Of course you..." Tang Ziming was about to refute, but then remembered that this person had been cheating for many years. Linglong's methods were beyond the imagination of ordinary people. It would be hard to say if she really had acquaintances in Tangjiabao.

What the hell, how could there be such a long-sleeved and glib informer in the beggar gang!

Tang Ziming once again made up his mind to ignore her.

The two of them walked to the gate of Tangjiabao one after another. Tang Ziming turned his head and glared at him, then walked in - this entrance has many traps, let's see how you can fly in!

After walking a few steps, he bumped into Tang Aogu and several disciples who were meeting each other. Tang Ziming quickly lowered his head: "Master."

Tang Aogu nodded at him, and said in surprise, "Hey, this is...Xiaoxue?"

The hair on Tang Ziming's back stood up, and he immediately had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Yeluxue's voice sounded beside her: "Ah, isn't this the proud uncle? Where are you going?"

No!Tang Ziming looked at Yeluxue with a terrified expression, and the other party winked at him with a relaxed expression.

Tang Aogu said: "I heard that someone is making trouble at the foot of the mountain. The movement is not small. Many villagers have already reported it. I will take some disciples to check it out today. Are you visiting our castle? So you and Ziming also met each other. cooked."

Ye Luxue wrapped her arms around Tang Ziming's shoulders: "Yes, we are planning to get engaged, uncle, come and have a drink then."

Tang Ziming only felt that the smell of alcohol on her body was getting into her nose, but he didn't dare to get out of the way, it was really miserable.

"It must be. Ziming is a hero of the younger generation in our castle. He should talk to his brother as soon as possible and make arrangements for it." Tang proudly smiled, "Then Ziming, you can take the guests in first, I still have something to do body, just take a step first."

When Tang Aogu walked away, Tang Ziming immediately pushed her off his body: "Stay away from me! How did you know my uncle? What kind of intentions did you have when you came to Tangjiabao this time, and what conspiracy did you have?" Trick, say!"

Ye Luxue said calmly, "I don't have any tricks, I'm here to marry you."

"Become a hammer!" Tang Ziming left angrily.

Yeluxue covered her mouth and snickered for a while, then followed.

Bu Zhi's manner of eating is as gentle and elegant as ever, perhaps this is also the temperament obtained from long-term acupuncture practice, which is always stable and peaceful, and nothing outside can disturb his walking pace.

Huo Qingyun had already finished eating, slowly sipped the wine in the glass, and said: "Brother Step, did you come in a hurry, so you didn't know you would meet us? If I knew you were coming, I should have hosted a banquet in the residence."

Bu Zhi: "Exactly. If there is a chance, Bu would also like to see the rebuilt Tiance Mansion. It must be even more magnificent."

Ye Zhanmei: "It is indeed more spectacular than before! Next time you come, you must send a letter in advance."

Bu Zhi responded with a smile, and as if thinking of something, he dug out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box and handed it to Huo Qingyun: "This is the Huoxuejiangu ointment I made last year. I changed the formula a bit, you can try it. Will it be more beneficial to Mr. Ye's hand?"

Ye Zhanmei: "Why didn't you just give it to me..."

Neither of them paid attention to him. Huo Qingyun thanked him and took it over, asking, "Where are you going next, brother step? I'll send someone to see you off."

Bu Zhi put down his chopsticks and said, "Don't bother, Mount Hua isn't too far from here."

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