Buddhist practice feeling and choose after pregnancy

They say madness without lights.

Said there is no lamp, you have fallen into the company of that evil spirit.

Say no lights, kill countless people!

Since the century-old Daoist Association, there have been 230 or [-] people who have encountered no lights. Except for five people, all of them have lost their breath and soul.

Killed simply, decisively, so hard that no one dared to ignore his reputation!

Huaguang Temple is closed, and no outside visitors are allowed to see it.

All of a sudden, an undercurrent surged in the world of cultivating immortals, and even the monster race and the demon realm could not calm down.

It's just that after meeting Cheng Guangxiao and the others, they were nowhere to be found.

Even if it is the heart-washing faction, it can no longer be found.

...

Cangzhou.

The city is very lively, and it is said that it is because the nearby Xiuxian Dapai wants to recruit disciples.

Those who know the inside story will naturally rush to participate in the trial.Those ordinary people who don't know are happy with the large number of guests, which makes their business easier.

Even the inns in the city were almost full.

The shopkeeper calculated the housing situation in the past two days, and there were only two rooms left. In a few days, he might not even have a firewood house.Those who do business, especially those who have contact with all kinds of religions and nine streams, naturally know better than ordinary people, and they also know what happened recently.

If it wasn't for him being in his [-]s or [-]s, he would also yearn for such a fairyland life.

"Shopkeeper, do you still have room?"

A cold voice sounded, accompanied by three footsteps.

The shopkeeper quickly raised his head and said with a smile: "Also, there are... but there are only two rooms left." He looked at the figure who came in, but there were three people.

The gray-robed man at the head said with a light smile, "No problem."

He took out the silver tael from his sleeve and placed it on the shopkeeper's table.

"Just give us two rooms."

That was the deal.

upstairs.

Zhao Kesong looked at the bustling street outside, then looked back at Xie Chenshan.

Xie Chenshan sat down unhurriedly, seemed to have sensed Zhao Kesong's gaze, and said with a smile, "What's there to see?"

Zhao Kesong laughed and said, "I don't know why, it's very interesting to watch the master take out this ordinary money."

Xie Chenshan shook his head and smiled.

Mozun quietly sat down beside him, except for his pale face, he looked no different from others now.

Only Zhao Kesong stood a little further away holding the bird and beast.

Since that time when he discovered that the Demon Sovereign had sporadic contact with his shadow, his awe of the Demon Sovereign has grown to a higher level.

He dreaded the feeling of being out of control.

The shadows are clearly just their own things, but they are manipulated by others for no reason.

Mozun's bloody eyes blinked, as if they were shimmering.

"Yes, many cultivators."

he said lightly.

Xie Chenshan said: "Guangling Immortal Sect recruits sect disciples once every ten years. They set up a trial site near here, so there are always more practitioners coming and going than other places."

The Demon Venerable nodded again.

Xie Chenshan said to Zhao Kesong: "After returning to the house, don't relax your guard. I taught you that the magic circle needs to be laid before you can enter meditation, which is cultivation, and you can't slack off."

Because there is Guangling Immortal Gate nearby, there is no residence for cultivating immortals here.

When in contact with mortals, what I fear is not being hurt by mortals, but the easily leaked breath hurting mortals.

Zhao Kesong nodded seriously.

Xie Chenshan smiled gently.

Some time ago, Xie Chenshan killed more than [-] people in a row, and gained a great reputation in the world of cultivating immortals. Even when they were on their way, they occasionally heard about it.

In the descriptions of the world, it was said that he was a Buddhist cultivator who had fallen into the evil way, which made Zhao Kesong very indignant.

How dare those people?

Xie Chenshan did indeed kill him.

But which one of those who came had good intentions?

People with good intentions will naturally show mercy, such as Cheng Guangxiao and others; but if they have malicious intentions, why should they show mercy?

When he came to Cangzhou, Xie Chenshan went to two places on the way to eradicate bad luck.

Because of the seriousness of the matter, in order to eradicate it in time, Xie Chenshan almost bleeds all his blood the second time.No matter how many times the figure that almost came out of the sea of ​​blood has passed, Zhao Kesong would never want to see it again.

And these people who enjoy his invisible protection, what qualifications do they have to swear?

Whenever Zhao Kesong thinks about it, he is filled with discontent.

Xie Chenshan knew what the young man was thinking just by looking at him, but he didn't say anything, and drove him back with a smile.

After Zhao Kesong left, Xie Chenshan couldn't help coughing twice.

The leaked movement made the Demon Venerable's blood eyes suddenly follow up, staring at him blankly.

Xie Chenshan said: "No problem, it's just a small matter."

The blood eyes did not move away.

On the contrary, Mozun seems to have started the method of urgent marking.

No matter what Xie Chenshan does, there will always be a sticky stare on his body.

Even if he is really meaningless, he is still somewhat uncomfortable.

Xie Chenshan said: "The Demon Lord is bored?"

Mo Dao: "Are you feeling unwell?"

He asked stubbornly and bluntly.

Xie Chenshan's fingers rested on the sleeves, as if they slipped inadvertently, he frowned and shook his head, saying: "It's not something human can do." He raised his hands to cover his lower abdomen, his face calm.

"These days, I sometimes feel something in my stomach. Although it is slight, it has changed repeatedly."

He looked out of the window with deep eyes.

There is another reason for coming to Cangzhou.

Two tentacles sprang out from the pale figure's waist without a sound, and cautiously approached in the direction of Xie Chenshan.

Then the tentacles met Xie Chenshan's eyes.

The tentacles-shaped black mist is clearly only a part of the Demon Lord, not to mention the eyes, and even the perception has too much.But under Xie Chenshan's faint gaze, the two thick tentacles drooped down, and then shrunk down to a size that could be seen by the naked eye.

Xie Chenshan sighed, and with a slight movement of his spiritual power, the two tiny tentacles were caught.

He let two tentacles get into the hem of his clothes indifferently.

Xie Chenshan couldn't help frowning at the slightly cool touch, but said lightly: "I want to come, the time is coming."

Such as a period of three years.

...

Guangling Immortal Sect recruits disciples once every ten years, so it is naturally a grand event.

Not to mention far away, if they can really get the protection of the Guangling Immortal Sect, it will naturally be different from being scattered outside in the past.

So during this period of time, the city was extremely lively.

What's more, this city, which was originally a city where immortal cultivators and people live together, looks even more prosperous.

When Zhao Kesong had nothing to do, he would also go for a walk on the street.

It's just that the recent major events are more or less related to Xie Chenshan. After going out a few times, Zhao Kesong is not willing to go out.

After all, most of those remarks were not to his liking.

It's just that whether it's his illusion or not, Master Wudeng's face has also looked a little pale these days.

Today, he wanted to ask Master Wudeng some questions about his cultivation, but when he went to the cubicle, he found that Xie Chenshan was not there.

Only Mozun.

Sitting alone in the house.

Zhao Kesong, who had just opened the door, froze in place, whether he entered the door or not.

The Demon Venerable cast his gaze over.

"Enter."

he said simply.

Zhao Kesong rushed in subconsciously. After the door was closed, he immediately regretted it.

The owl on his head also trembled twice in respect.

Just because the owl was on his head, Zhao Kesong couldn't feel the owl's movements.The little charcoal ball spread its wings and flew high, hovering around the room for a while, then suddenly raised its voice and started cooing.

"Cuckoo—you're dying—you're dying—cuckoo—"

Zhao Kesong:!

His face changed drastically, and he hurried to catch the little bastard.

It's just that the owl's head hovered inexplicably, as if to let the words land on top of the monster's head.

A few strands of black mist rushed up, enveloping the owl amidst the screams of fleeing, and then slowly dragged it in front of him.

The bloody eyes of the monster stared at the owl faintly, and there was not much warmth in the cold and piercing sight.

This monster will only show some popularity when Xie Chenshan is still around.But if Master Wudeng is not there, that ray of humanity seems to disappear suddenly, as if it has never appeared before.

But how much...

Zhao Kesong was courageous and said tremblingly: "Mozun, my little pet offended him, but please spare his life—"

Ever since he knew that this stinky bird had such a bad habit, he had been always on guard against doing it again.

It's just been a while since the last attack.

He had thought it was over.

Who would have thought that this owl would be able to find a way to attack, and it would be too late to stop it!

If he was really about to die this time, Zhao Kesong would not be able to save him in time, let alone Master Wudeng is not here yet.

The black mist that wrapped the owl tightened, as if it wanted to strangle this little pet to death for a moment.But after a while, the black mist threw the owl out and directed at Zhao Kesong's head.

The speed was so fast that Zhao Kesong and Owl's heads bumped into each other, and they howled in pain.

Zhao Kesong, suffering from a headache, hastily reached out his hand to catch the fallen owl, thankful that at least he could survive.

He stepped back, as if he was about to say goodbye.

When the master is not around, he still doesn't want to get together with the Mozun.

It's just that his footsteps moved slightly, and the demon king suddenly appeared in front of him, and Zhao Kesong's breathing stopped with those bloody eyes that were so close at hand.

"You are afraid of me."

Unlike when he raised this question before, it seemed to have a questioning tone.

This time Mozun spoke very firmly.

Zhao Kesong didn't dare to look into Mozun's eyes, he turned his head away, and said with a straight neck: "Even if you are afraid, so what, do you still want to eat me?"

The Demon Lord, who was in a strange posture, slowly stood up straight, his straight waist looked a little thin and thin.If it wasn't for Zhao Kesong's deep understanding of his essence, now it seems that he might really be regarded as a pale scholar who can be seen everywhere.

"Do not."

The monster said.

"I have an agreement with Xie Chenshan."

A cold voice sounded low in the room.

"I will never eat humans again."

That agreement, which may have been lost in the past, was still firmly remembered by the Demon Lord.

Zhao Kesong was stunned.

Thinking back seriously, there have been various rumors and rumors about the Demon Lord in the past hundred years.

But indeed, there are only rumors of his brutality, and there have been no horror legends of cannibalism.

"Why do you want to follow the master?"

Zhao Kesong said suddenly.

"Based on your cultivation, where can you not go in the three realms of heaven and earth? They all say that you are the most powerful monster in the world, and you may have already reached the period of transcending the catastrophe... If this is the case, why bother the master for you?" Killed so many people?

"He was originally a highly respected Buddhist cultivator in the world of cultivating immortals. Wherever he went, he was not only respectful, but at least had some admiration for him, but now because of your tired reputation, the world reprimands him!"

Over the past few days, Zhao Kesong has actually understood the ins and outs.

Wudeng didn't stop him from what he should know.

In his heart, he scoffed at what was said at the Centennial Conference.

Even though Zhao Kesong really didn't like the Demon Lord, and even less those monsters, but this kind of argument of forcibly taking people's lives from a moral point of view made people dislike it.

However, this incident had a great impact on Xie Chenshan.

As if overnight, the noble lotus fell into the mud.

How can Zhao Kesong, who has always been grateful for Wudeng, accept this?

He couldn't even stop his own voice.

"You ask me if I'm afraid of you, why don't you ask a terrifying and ferocious monster like you, who would like it?

"Even if you hang around the master day and night, don't you really think that the master will like you, that's nothing but pity!"

What he hated was that the Demon Lord caused Xie Chenshan to encounter all kinds of rumors, and what he hated even more was that this monster really took it easy and enjoyed it with peace of mind.

The cold monster turned its head.

From his stiff and pale handsome face, it was impossible to tell what kind of emotion he was in.

He said, "Like it?"

That's an ascending question.

"Then what else?" Zhao Kesong hugged Owl tightly, "Your sticky and disgusting gaze never left Master, isn't it because you like him?"

The young man shouted bluntly.

He didn't understand the so-called agreement between the master and the Demon Lord, but the anger in his heart couldn't be contained.

Zhao Kesong actually knew that he was just venting his anger.

Because there is nothing you can do.

Because weak and pitiful.

He wanted to do something to help the master, but with his weak cultivation base, let alone helping the master, if he appeared, it would be a disservice.

But what about Demon Lord?

At least, at least, in the previous defense against the enemy and the killing, the Mozun should be able to do something.

Amid Zhao Kesong's impassioned accusations, several tentacles sprang out from the demon's body, swaying invisibly.I can't see what kind of emotion it is, but from the slightly shaking frequency, at least I can feel that the Mozun's mood should be calm.

"He won't."

Mozun's voice was a bit weird and hoarse.

Then it hangs down.

"Zhao Kesong, talking about Demon Lord, likes Xie Chenshan."

When this voice rang out in the house, for some unknown reason, Zhao Kesong felt a sense of dread.

It was indeed his idea.

But when Mozun repeated it over and over again with his weird voice, he felt that he shouldn't have said that just now.

It was as if a ferocious beast had been unintentionally released.

It was also like accidentally piercing a thin film that should have remained ambiguous and unclear.

Zhao Kesong gritted his teeth.

Did he do it wrong?

but……

He looked up at the monster.

The Demon Lord didn't seem to have changed much, but after saying that sentence, he didn't move anymore, and his tentacles fell down coldly, as if his entire human figure had already fallen into a rigid state.

Like a rock.

"... Demon Lord?"

Zhao Kesong said tentatively.

The monster was silent.

Zhao Kesong:?

What is this change?

He was in a dilemma.

Just now, he had scolded Mozun with bold words, and he should have been in a better mood, but the sudden change of Mozun seemed to indicate something.

And the weird repetition just now...

"you……"

Zhao Kesong tried to say something.

The monster has opened its eyes, and the blood-thick eyes seem to be shining with endless darkness. The huge magic breath that was originally firmly imprisoned in his body broke free in an instant, and the entire city was shrouded in an extremely powerful demon. pressure.Although it was only a fleeting change, it was enough for a keen immortal cultivator to notice something.

The immortal cultivators who were still in the city all took out their treasures one after another, trying to capture this inexplicable aura.

Although it was so cold and powerful that it made one's scalp and spine tingle, but the so-called malice could not be vaguely felt, as if it was just an aura released unintentionally.

For a long time they could not find any trace.

It seemed that it was really just the aura casually thrown by a powerful monster passing by.

A few people may already have other guesses in their hearts, but they can't find the trace after all, so they can only give up in the end.

And also in the city, amidst the crowded crowd, a gentleman in gray robe raised his head helplessly.

Xie Chenshan seemed to be talking to himself: "Could it be that that kid Muzhi went to find the Demon Lord to vent his anger?"

If it is true, then it is really courageous.

These days, he more or less saw Zhao Kesong's patience.After all, he was still young and his temperament was unstable. After walking outside for a while, he couldn't bear to hear those gossip.

Xie Chenshan glanced across the busy street indifferently, as if he had accomplished something, he walked slowly against the crowd with his hands behind his back.

Without realizing it, he walked back to the inn.

At this moment, the inexplicable breath came, but just a quarter of an hour passed.

To the cultivator, a quarter of an hour seemed like a blink of an eye, but to Zhao Kesong who was standing in front of the Mozun, it was an extremely frightening quarter of an hour.

Mo Zunyuan had firmly controlled the aura in his body, and it had been a long time since he had been in such a situation.

Is it because of what he just said?

"Muzhi."

This short quarter of an hour was extremely long for him. When Xie Chenshan pushed the door and his words broke the silent atmosphere, he only felt that his whole body was covered with sweat.

Mozun's eyes have been staring at him.

He gasped heavily, as if he had come to life again.

"Grandmaster……"

When he called out, the voice was a little trembling.

Xie Chenshan was a little puzzled.

When he opened the door and supported Zhao Kesong, he felt his thin shoulders tremble a little.

This kind of physical reaction does not seem to be unintentionally affected by the devil's pressure, nor does it seem to be the disgust of being sojourned by the devil before, but it seems to be genuinely fearful.

This doesn't work.

Xie Chenshan patted him on the shoulder.

The warm current rushed into Zhao Kesong's body in an instant, relieving the stagnation of his meridians, and seemed to be stroking him gently, allowing him to recover from the state just now.

People can have things to be afraid of, and naturally they have natural enemies that cannot be defeated, but they must not be able to imprint terror in their hearts.

If this is the case, it will be difficult to move forward in cultivation in the future.

That is tantamount to setting up a demon for oneself, and it is an obstacle that can never be overcome.

After he recuperated the disorder of the meridians and spiritual energy in Zhao Kesong's body, he knocked the child unconscious.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, to Xie Chenshan, he was really just a child.

He sends people back, and then walks back again.

During these back and forth movements, the Mozun's eyes only fell on him.

It should be said that the moment Wudeng appeared, the monster only had Xie Chenshan in his eyes.

"That's fine, why is Mozun suddenly unable to control himself?" Xie Chenshan asked with a smile.

When he came in, he naturally noticed the strange stalking of the Mozun.

There was no emotion in those eyes, nor any malice, as if they were just doing the act of "watching".

Mozun watched Xie Chenshan sit down slowly, watched him pick up the teapot on the table, watched him add some water to the teacup, watched him take a sip while holding the teacup, watched him lightly He sighed.

At this moment, he is also doing the act of "watching".

But this time, he really looked into it.

"He said," Mozun looked at the teacup Xie Chenshan was holding, "Mozun likes Xie Chenshan."

"Cough cough..."

Even Xie Chenshan, who was calm and self-retaining, couldn't help but coughed slightly in this sudden sentence.

Choked.

Xie Chenshan thought quietly.

"Muzhi said so, could it be that Mozun believed it?" He has always been good at covering up his emotions. After erasing his surprised expression without any trace, Xie Chenshan said with a smile, "Yes or no, shouldn't the Mozun believe it?" Is it credible if you draw your own conclusions?"

He is persuasive.

He held his breath and concentrated, as if it was a silent trial.

Xie Chenshan looked at the bloody eyes of the monster, and unexpectedly remembered a long time ago, before they had such contact, in the demon world.

Mozun said that he was waiting for a lover.

At that time, Xie Chenshan thought that the Demon Lord fell in love with the human race, and he once sighed, who can bear the love of the Demon Lord...

But going around, the so-called person is himself.

Xie Chenshan can remember that nameless little monster... and the intimacy and trust of the demon king, the ignorant intimacy revealed invisibly, is it possible that he really has no memory at all?

He remembered.

The monsters naturally remember it too.

Xie Chenshan is sure that the Demon Lord doesn't understand love, let alone the meaning of it, and he just copied it mechanically.

That is indeed true.

But the monster is learning, starting from scratch.

The unmatched monster squeezed into the human body bit by bit.

But until now, those subtle things that may exist, but have never been faced up to, are just so lightly understated, and Zhao Kesong unintentionally exposed them in one fell swoop.

Mozun nodded his head in agreement, cold joy appeared in his blood eyes.

"Correct."

"So, Mozun thought about it."

The monster was very serious, worked very hard, and thought about Zhao Kesong's words very seriously.

The monster said, I think Zhao Kesong is right.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-0822:50:35~2021-04-0922:58:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2625 bottles; 5 bottles of Mumu pumpkin seeds; 2 bottles of favorite main attack;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!