Something is wrong with Jian Zun

in the inn.

Chu Zhaoliu followed Xie Ming, searched the inside and outside, but did not find Tan Yuan.

At the moment when the surroundings were darkening, Hu Yao sent Tan Yuan away.

"It's not good, Huoyao is good at picking out the most vulnerable and dark places in people's hearts." Chu Zhaoliu clutched his fan tightly, a serious look appeared on his face, "Even you have followed his way... let's go, we have to Get Tan Yuan back as soon as possible!"

But couldn't move.

Chu Zhaoliu turned around in surprise.

Xie Ming still grabbed his arm and did not let go. The lights in the room were flickering, and the room was dark. With the light behind him, his eyes were as dark as a pool: "Answer me first, how do you know?"

Chu Zhaoliu blinked: "Are you asking me how I know you are in the aisle? Or how do I know the way to break the game?"

Xie Ming: "Both."

Chu Zhaoliu spread out his fan, covering half of his face, half-closed his beautiful eyes, and smiled like a fox with malicious intentions: "Then this matter is really a long story. Let's go, split up."

The corners of his mouth under the cover of the fan did not rise, he glanced at Xie Ming, recalling his appearance in the illusion of bewitching demons 100 years ago, a worry was suddenly broken in two, he was not at ease anywhere, and he muttered silently: Am I here to be a father?

Xie Ming stared at him for a moment, let go of his hand, but shook his head: "If we separate, we will fall into the hands of the demon."

Also.

Chu Zhaoliu never forgot to say the upper hand: "Then follow me closely."

Xie Ming lowered his eyes: "Yes."

The aura on the Buddha beads fluctuates from far and near, making it difficult to determine its location.

Tan Yuan walked for a long time, and saw many things along the way—all of which Hu Yao specially showed him.

There was a sudden sound of applause and rebuke from the tea stand in front of him.

Tan Yuan closed her eyes and did not stop walking.

The angry reprimand grew louder: "If you are told to take it off, you will take it off, it spoils my interest, and I will chop off your hand!"

Then there was a whimper, thin and weak, it sounded like a child.

Tan Yuan paused slightly, opened her eyes, the dark pupils were dyed with golden light, revealing helpless compassion.

The crisp applause sounded again, and the little girl was sent flying with a huge force, knocking over a table and chairs with a bang.

None of the guests at the tea stand dared to say anything, they bit their ears and sighed one after another: "Isn't this Guo Erba? He just went to smash up someone's inn and came to embarrass a little girl again. Taking advantage of his family's wealth and power, he bullied the male bully!" Daughter, Mrs. Ge from the east of the city was broken into her home by him in the middle of the night and insulted, she was unwilling to throw herself into the well..."

"This little girl is only twelve or thirteen years old. She is an orphan. She was picked up by the singer. The father and daughter sing for a living. Today, when she came out to sing alone, she ran into Guo Erba."

"I'm sure I can't be kind today, this little girl is miserable."

Just as they were talking, those guests seemed to have noticed Tan Yuan, and looked eagerly, with expectant eyes: "Master, you look like a master, save that child!"

"Yes, master, if you don't save the child, with Guo Erba's usual behavior, you will definitely insult the little girl, and then send her to a brothel to pick up customers and earn money for yourself!"

"Grandmaster……"

There was a lot of noisy voices around, and the expectant eyes were extremely hot.

Tan Yuan silently thought: Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after practicing the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships.

"what!"

A sharp scream was accompanied by the sound of the clothes being torn, and Guo Erba tore open the skirt of the little girl's clothes, and looked at her ambiguously: "You are not very old, but you are quite predictable."

Tan Yuan's lips moved: Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form.

"Help, help!"

The little girl struggled desperately, crying blood every word: "Help me..."

Sarira is the empty phase of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing.

"Fuck, you dare to bite me and chop off this bitch's fingers!"

That's why there is no color in the air, no thoughts, thoughts...

Guo Erba's slave raised his knife, pressing down on the skinny and lonely little girl, and was about to cut him off.

The little girl was screaming and crying, and the bully was smiling.

Tan Yuan's heart felt cold, she raised her sleeves, then gritted her teeth and pressed down.

He closed his eyes, turned and left, booing all around him.

Tan Yuan was suddenly a little dazed, as if the scene in front of her was extremely familiar, and she couldn't do it because she had no choice but to save it.

He staggered for a while, then walked forward for a while, and when he saw a ruined temple, he went in, stared at the Buddha statue in the temple, and sighed deeply.

It was raining harder and harder.

A burst of staggering footsteps suddenly approached from far to near. After approaching the outside of the temple, he noticed someone. He stopped for a moment, and a cautious and childish voice came, tinged with tears: "Master, can I, can I come in to hide from the rain?"

Tan Yuan closed her eyes and remained silent.

The little girl poked her head eagerly, seeing his silent back, she didn't dare to step in, and sat down with her knees hugged.

The faint cry was mixed with the sound of rain, and it rang intermittently in the middle of the night.

The white-clothed monk sat quietly in front of the incomplete Buddha statue, and suddenly his throat felt itchy, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth.

Tan Yuan stared blankly at the Buddha, her mind suddenly became a little confused.

Whether it is the desolation of the cold wind or the blood and tears in front of my eyes, are all these fake?

Isn't the suffering born in the illusion not suffering?

Sensing the wavering in her heart, Tan Yuan's expression froze, she got up and left the ruined temple without looking at the little figure beside the temple.

The little girl raised her head in a daze, looked at him, gathered up the torn clothes, and suddenly stumbled after him.

The white-clothed monk walked forward in the heavy rain with a stick in one hand, and a thin and lonely figure limped behind him, looking at him eagerly.

is a phantom.

Tan Yuan thought clearly and firmly in her mind.

He exudes a faint radiance, like a warm fire on a cold and rainy night.

The little girl pursued this light obsessively, but she didn't dare to get too close, and kept a distance of ten steps.

But even if she didn't look at it, Tan Yuan could still hear it from her breath, the little girl's breath behind her was getting weaker and weaker.

The screaming, tear-stained face came to mind again.

His footsteps stopped for a moment for no reason.

It was just such a momentary pause, and the distance between the little girl and him was shortened by a few steps.

Then the little girl's childish and hoarse voice sounded: "The bully said, sell me into a brothel tomorrow and be the most despicable whore...Master, where are you going, please, can you take me, take me leave here……"

Tan Yuan twirled the Buddha beads in her hands, and the golden light on her body was blazing.

The long street was empty, the houses on the two sides were pitch-black, the sky and the earth were blurred by the rain curtain, only the golden light on Tan Yuan's body remained.

The little girl coughed a few times suddenly, her feet became unsteady, and she fell heavily into the muddy water. She couldn't get up for a while, curled up in the muddy water, and began to cry.

Knowing that all of this is false, Tan Yuan couldn't help but stop, and after a few breaths of silence, she finally spoke: "You are not a real person, but a virtual image."

I don't know who I'm talking to.

The little girl staggered up with difficulty, took two steps closer to him, and asked, sobbing, "Could it be that everything I have suffered is fake in the eyes of the master?"

Tan Yuan was speechless for a moment.

Suddenly there were hurried footsteps and dogs barking in the distance.

The little girl screamed in horror: "They are coming, Master, please, save me...ah!"

Tan Yuan frowned, froze and didn't look back.

"Okay, you still dare to escape," the slave who caught up grabbed the little girl, "Come here, take her back to serve the Tibetan mastiff raised by the master!"

The little girl was even more terrified, screaming and grabbing the corner of Tan Yuan's clothes.

A few slaves cursed and said: "Where is the stinky monk who dares to meddle in other people's business, so he chopped off your head and used it as a chamber pot, stinky girl, let go!"

"It hurts." The little girl was bitten by a dog, trembling all over, screaming, "Why didn't you save me... Don't monks have compassion in their hearts... Ah, it hurts, Master!"

The childish voice pierced the eardrums.

Tan Yuan's breathing trembled, and finally a trace of unbearableness appeared in her eyes.

He turned around and waved his sleeves, instantly knocking those slaves and vicious dogs into the air.

The little girl fell into the pool of water, curled up weakly, and when he finally turned his head back, she showed a longing smile: "Master... you should turn back, cough, look at me..."

Tan Yuan froze and clenched her hands tightly.

As soon as he made a move, the flaws were exposed, and the originally unbreakable golden light on his body dimmed, but his eyes were still clear and peaceful, and he said lightly: "Huo Yao, show yourself."

The little girl seemed to have never heard of it, and tearfully tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Master, you have seen me, will the Buddha save me?"

The rain poured down, washing the wounds on her body dripping with blood, and that pretty face was terribly pale.

Just like a real person.

Tan Yuan's hand holding the staff unconsciously tightened: "Huo Yao, what tricks are you playing?"

"Master," the little girl couldn't hear what he said, her eyes were empty, "I'll sing you a song... Can you, can you take me back to see grandpa..."

Tan Yuan's lips moved.

He looked down at the little girl who was in a mess all over her body, his fingertips trembled, and he took off his outer robe silently, covering her body.

The little girl smiled with difficulty, and said guiltily, "Master's robe was soiled by me."

Isn't she a demon?

But she... is not real.

Even though she knew it was foolish to have compassion for a phantom, Tan Yuan could not tolerate a tragedy happening in front of her eyes, and she couldn't remain indifferent.

He suddenly felt a little dazed.

If he knew it would be like this, why didn't he make a move earlier?

... If it was Xie Ming who faced this situation, he would probably choose to kill all these illusions with his sword without hesitation.

Tan Yuan smiled wryly.

I was in a trance, when an afterimage suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

The little girl's throat was pierced mercilessly, and warm blood splashed out.

Tan Yuan's pupils shrank.

At some point in front of him, there was a person standing in front of him, wrapped in a cloud of black mist, shaking off the blood on his weapon, meeting Tan Yuan's eyes, and smiled contemptuously: "You have watched so many evil things happen, Seeing her being scolded, humiliated and bullied, she is indifferent, and now she is acting like a fake saint here? Wouldn't it be better to send her out earlier."

The little girl's blood stained Tan Yuan's sleeves red, she was still alive, her lips were wriggling, and her expression was empty.

She is saying: Master, I am so cold.

Tan Yuan felt as if she had been hit hard, her heart skipped a beat, she stared blankly at her.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly yelled in my ear: "Why are you in a daze!"

Chu Zhaoliu got out from nowhere, pulled Tan Yuan up, and retreated three feet.

In front of Xie Ming, who was dressed in white like snow, Minghong sword was unsheathed, with a bang, an earth-shattering sound, Xie Ming blocked the man's blow, exerted force on his wrist, the blade of the sword cut through the rain curtain, and counterattacked away.

The floor tiles under the feet of the person hiding in the black mist were shattered inch by inch, his bones creaked, and he struggled to follow the sword.

Xie Ming remained motionless, Ming Hong's sword pressed down and slashed like a bamboo, the opponent let out a muffled grunt, not daring to face the sharp edge again, turned around and quickly retreated.

It was the person who attacked Chu Zhaoliu outside the city.

Xie Ming's eyes were cold, how could he let him go again, in an instant thousands of raindrops turned into sharp swords and rushed straight away.

If this place is in the present world, that person will not die or lose half of his life.

It's a pity that this is a dreamland for bewitching monsters, and she can control everything here.

The person wrapped in the black mist took a last look at Tan Yuan and disappeared into the darkness.

Xie Ming frowned, put his sword back into its sheath, and turned back to Chu Zhaoliu and Tan Yuan.

Tan Yuan's heart was shaken, she was injured again, she coughed lightly, and traces of blood spilled from the corners of her lips.

Chu Zhaoliu became a doctor after a long illness, quickly gave Tan Yuan medicine, and followed his back: "I told you, all of this is fake, why bother."

Tan Yuan's eyes still had a few traces of blankness left: "But what the poor monk saw, it all happened for real."

Xie Ming looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "Stupid."

Tan Yuan was silent for a moment, but she didn't refute, she nodded: "The poor monk is really stupid."

"Find a place to sit down and meditate first." Chu Zhaoliu kindly touched Tan Yuan's bald head, "Xie Ming and I will protect you."

Tan Yuan's mood suddenly changed, and she said with mixed feelings: "...can you stop touching the poor monk's head."

The three of them found another place to shelter from the rain and sat down to protect Tan Yuan.

Chu Zhaoliu pondered for a while, then a flash of light flashed in his mind, he suddenly turned his head to look at Xie Ming, only to find that Xie Wei seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and happened to meet him.

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

This is the first time.

Xie Ming's lips moved slightly, and the voice transmission sent him: "You speak first."

Chu Zhaoliu was also polite: "Sect Master Xie, I think it's a little strange, don't you think that Huoyao is targeting Tan Yuan too much?"

It was like knowing in advance what Tan Yuan would do and how she would react.

Even if the demon is good at understanding people's hearts, with Tan Yuan's morality, he shouldn't be targeted like this.

Xie Ming nodded: "Indeed."

"It's up to you," Chu Zhaoliu moved closer to Xie Ming, sitting in a row with him, "What did you want to say just now?"

He looked over with clear eyes, facing these eyes, Xie Ming suddenly couldn't speak.

He stroked the sword quietly, his thin lips moved slightly, and his expression remained unchanged: "Forgot."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Your perfunctory is too perfunctory!

He rolled up his sleeves, and was about to show Xie Ming a little color, when the sky brightened outside, the sound of beating gongs and drums suddenly sounded enthusiastically.

The celebration begins.

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Note: From "Contemplating the Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, practicing deep Prajna Paramita for a long time"... to "Therefore, there is no color in the air, no perception and thought", from "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra"