Buddhist practice feeling and choose after pregnancy

Xie Chenshan covered Zhao Kesong's eyes with one hand, with a rare softness in his voice.

"Good boy, don't look."

The pale, thin young man trembled, took Xie Chenshan's hand covering his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, please, I want to see..."

Although his voice was soft, it was full of hatred.

Xie Chenshan was silent for a moment, then moved his hand away.

There was a bright light in front of Zhao Kesong's eyes, forcing him to squint slightly, and then took a closer look.

There was a horribly dead corpse lying limp on the ground.

Xie Chenshan's ruthless hands sometimes don't look like a Buddhist cultivator who should be compassionate.

It was as if every bone in the corpse had been crushed inch by inch. It was as soft as piled cotton, and when it was put together, it looked like meat paste.

The twisted and weird appearance made Zhao Kesong sick to his stomach.

But he resisted the twitching disgust, his eyes widened, and he stared at the muddy appearance.

It seems to be carved into the eyes bit by bit.

After a long while, Zhao Kesong exhausted all his strength and was on the verge of falling.

Xie Chenshan stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, and the young man felt a half-familiar and half-unfamiliar aura, and the fear, despair, and pain of the whole month erupted suddenly.

Zhao Kesong hugged Xie Chenshan's sleeve and cried loudly.

It's just that Xu Shi was overwhelmed with grief, and after crying a few times, Zhao Kesong spat out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly fainted in Xie Chenshan's arms.

grief...

Xie Chenshan stretched out his hand to explore the restraints and veins in his body.

The restraints in Zhao Kesong's body were intact, but there were slight injuries here and there, probably caused by Mo Liuchuan's hands and feet.

He fed the elixir to the child and helped him to lie down on the bed.

Then he recited the Buddhist scriptures several times in a low voice beside him, until Zhao Ke's frowning brows disappeared, he casually set up a few magic circles, got up and went out.

Xie Chenshan looked at the house that was warm a year ago but was slightly dilapidated now, and smelled something ominous in it.

This is the Zhao family.

The Mozun quietly transformed into a dark mirror.

The mirror looked insignificant, as if it had an extra eye carved into the top.

When he held it up and moved slowly, the mirror surface changed like clouds and mist, and after a while, a vivid picture emerged.

Xie Chenshan looked at the scenes of demons fighting each other, and the flashing scene of Mo Liuchuan and Zhao Kesong stealing into Zhao's house, his face sank like water.

It seems...

His and Zhao Kesong's experiences are exactly the same.

Xie Chenshan strolled in this dilapidated house, sweeping everywhere, bloodstained, and the stench that lingered for a long time was disgusting.

Mo Liuchuan appeared when the demons slaughtered the Zhao family... Even if he couldn't compare with him in terms of cultivation, there was the Danyang faction standing behind him. As long as he sent a message, the Zhao family would never end up like this.

"Why?"

Mozun suddenly threw out a sentence in a concise and concise manner.

Xie Chenshan was always cautious when answering Mozun's question.

He thought for a moment before saying: "Although the kid slipped his tongue after drinking, he has a restriction imposed on him. Unless I undo it, or stimulate him with heresy ways, can he break through the restriction... Thinking about it this way, Mo Liuchuan Even knowing that something happened to the Zhao family, and bringing the child back to watch with his own eyes..."

Or even more brutal, forcing the child to witness the demon devouring his dearest and dearest with his own eyes!

It was a vain attempt to let Zhao Kesong break through the restriction in his body.

That was indeed a path, but the child was extremely firm and held on.

...

Clouds and mists floated in Zhao's house, scattered flowers, and suddenly an old man stood in front of them.

He came quietly.

It's just that Mozun and Xie Chenshan have already sensed it.

"Liu Wentian."

Xie Chenshan called the old man by his name very rudely.

Liu Wentian has a gray beard, and looks no different from ordinary old people, but he is already 590 years old, and he is a model of great wisdom and foolishness.

"I sent people to you, is this how you protect them?"

The old man smiled wryly, he and Xie Chenshan were old friends.

The reason why Xie Chenshan sent his child to the Danyang faction at the beginning was because of the existence of Liu Wentian in the Danyang faction, so he acted like this.

"The child's body..." The old man looked anxious and asked a little cryptically.

Xie Chenshan frowned: "Can any cat or dog break the restriction I set?"

Liu Wentian sighed.

That's good, that's good.

"Mo Liuchuan...that's all, just hand over his body to me."

Liu Wentian obviously knew his little friend's temperament.

Xie Chenshan stepped out of the way.

Liu Wentian saw the appearance of the corpse on the ground at a glance, couldn't help shaking his head, flicked his long sleeves, and put them away.Immediately, he stepped into the house to check on Zhao Kesong's situation.

After a long time, he came out again.

"This, you wait for him to wake up, and then give it to him."

Liu Wentian took a bracelet and handed it to Xie Chenshan.

Xie Chenshan looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Liu Wentian smiled wryly and said: "His talent is outstanding and his temperament is kind, so I like it. Elder Mo wants to do something to him in the future, but now that I know it, I can't let him do whatever he wants. However... that child is still willing come back?"

At Liu Wentian's age, he has seen many things in the world, and he has a thorough understanding of these things.Even if Zhao Kesong didn't complain to him after waking up, he might not be willing to come back to this Danyang sect.

Xie Chenshan took it.

Seeing Liu Wentian stepping out of the courtyard, he suddenly said indifferently: "When?"

"Let's say it's still a hundred years away, little friend, don't worry about it. I'm ashamed of you for this matter. If the Danyang faction pursues it, I'll take it all together."

Liu Wentian shook his head and left.

He is also a mainstay in the Danyang faction, if not for his only son, Elder Mo might not have dared to take such a big risk and offend him and Xie Chenshan at the same time.

It's just that the person Xie Chenshan killed was the only son of one of the eight elders of the Danyang Sect.

It's the Danyang faction's fault, but Mo Zhihe will definitely not let it go.

Xie Chenshan was thoughtful.

It's not that there is no way to completely eradicate the roots, but the ancestors of the Danyang sect are afraid that they should find out the clues.

If they killed Mo Liuchuan, nothing would happen to them, but Mo Zhihe was different.

He held back his thoughts for the time being, and looked at Mozun.

"The child's situation is a bit inappropriate. I'm afraid I have to rest here for a while before rushing to Xixinzong."

While they were talking, Mozun had actually scanned the situation of the Zhao Mansion with a mirror in his hand.Immediately, he scattered the traces of the mirror casually, and looked at Xie Chenshan: "No hurry."

Xie Chenshan rolled his eyes in his heart, but his face was still gentle.

Mozun is not in a hurry.

But he is in a hurry.

Anxious to get out of the Demon Venerable's sight, he was already quite sure about the existence in his belly, and knew what it might be.

...

Zhao Kesong woke up after two days of coma.

And his narration after waking up is also in line with Xie Chenshan's speculation.

Mo Liuchuan coerced Zhao Kesong to watch his parents die, his elder brother and his new sister-in-law died tragically, but he forced him not to go to rescue him, which forced him to be heartbroken and vomited blood several times.

But even so, the restraint in Zhao Kesong's body was still unmoved.

Even Mo Liuchuan couldn't face the raging monsters, but later, a nearby cultivator came to eliminate them.

It's just that Mo Liuchuan had locked Zhao Kesong into the darkroom of the Zhao family at that time.

Xie Chenshan looked at the pale and still sobbing child, and reached out to touch his head.

"Blame me?"

Thinking about it, if he hadn't sent Zhao Kesong to the Danyang faction, maybe he wouldn't have come here.

Zhao Kesong wiped away his tears, sat cross-legged, and said in a low voice: "It was we who begged the master to send me to practice, and the Danyang sect got rid of it. Except for that guy, the master, senior brothers and sisters all treated me very well.

"As for, as for the family members..."

He couldn't help sniffing again.

"If Mo Liuchuan hadn't tricked me into going down the mountain and took me hostage to the Zhao family, I would not have heard of it until years later when I was on the mountain."

In fact, there is no difference.

When he said this, Zhao Kesong was sober again, as if he was not his current age.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, looking extremely pitiful with his head drooping.

But in January, everything changed dramatically.

Xie Chenshan sighed and sat down beside him.

"No alcohol is allowed in the future."

Zhao Kesong wiped his eyes, and responded in a low voice.

"The funeral of your family members has been taken care of by the cultivators who came to deal with the demons before, and their...the tomb is outside the city. If you want to continue practicing..."

Xie Chenshan paused.

"If you don't mind, you can stay with me for a while."

There are different sects, it is not difficult for Xie Chenshan to find a place for Zhao Kesong.But this child has just gone through such a thing, I am afraid that he already has a knot in his heart.

Naturally, he also gave Liu Wentian's bracelet to him. Zhao Kesong cried hard, but did not mention the matter of returning it.

Even thinking about it is unwilling.

"Master!" Zhao Kesong lowered his head abruptly and said with tears in his eyes, "Aren't you going to drive me away?"

Xie Chenshan raised his eyebrows and patted him on the shoulder: "It's only for the time being. I'm a Buddhist cultivator after all. Although I can give you some pointers, it's not suitable for you to go further on this road. Follow me."

Although Xie Chenshan said it temporarily, his words undoubtedly gave the lonely Zhao Kesong a reassurance.

Zhao Kesong dragged Xie Chenshan to talk a lot, and then he noticed the stranger standing silently at the door, he said: "Master, that is..."

Xie Chenshan did not hide anything.

"magic."

Zhao Kesong's face suddenly changed slightly, even though he immediately lowered his head, Xie Chenshan who was sitting beside him still felt the flash of hatred.

His family died tragically because of the demon. Although Mo Liuchuan refused to save him, it was the demon who did it.

It is normal for Zhao Kesong to have a bad feeling towards demons because of this.

They temporarily stayed at Liu's house for ten days.

During the period, Xie Chenshan helped Zhao Kesong resolve the hands and feet that were touched by the Mo family father and son in his body, and sent him to worship his family.

Joss candles and paper money, white and yellow, are two boulders oppressing Zhao Kesong's heart.

Mozun has been following at a long distance without haste.

He heard Zhao Kesong's mournful cry.

It was like eating rotten meat and swallowing stinky blood.

The red eyes moved slightly.

His voice rang in Xie Chenshan's ears.

"This, taste, emotion, what is it?"

It seems that there has been such a scene before.

Little song, pattering rain, sweet blood.

It should be smiling, but the taste is generally bitter.

too bitter.

Mozun seemed to recall that bitter taste in his memory, and even his brows were wrinkled.

At the same time, Xie Chenshan's voice sounded.

"sad"

"pain."

This is the worst taste ever.