Zanxing

In the end, the hairpin star didn't change anything.

His Majesty has been asking for Taoism for many years, and when he received the news of the soul boy, he immediately brought the ignorant young son of Hairpin Xing into the palace. The poor child, who was born only a few years ago, suffered such a disaster. The warlock sacrificed his blood to practice the elixir of longevity, but within a few months, he died.

Hairpin star was killed because of this.

Yang Zifeng asked His Majesty to see the meritorious deeds of Xianzi in the hairpin, make up for the deeds, and spare his life. Maybe he wanted to see him down and out, living with nothing.

Hairpin star broke down overnight.

Yang Zifeng forged forgery and betrayed military intelligence, which made the Yang family notorious and overturned. He also entered the official career with the merits of the soul boy, and since then he has been on the green, and he is proud of the spring breeze.

His Majesty rewarded him the Yang family's mansion, he renovated the mansion inside and out, married the daughter of a high-ranking official, and never saw the half-hearted humility of the past.

Hairpin Xing tried to find him for revenge, but now it is not what it used to be. He was beaten out by Yang Zifeng's guard, like a lost dog, rolling down in the mud, crying and despairing.

The flower stand full of honeysuckle in front of the house has been evacuated. The weak, slender flower has grown again at some point. It grows secretly in the cracks of the stone, and blooms golden flowers little by little in the cold wind.

In one night, his parents died in notoriety, and his wife threw himself into the well in grief and anger, but the young boy became a Taoist alchemy material and medicine. The initiator, the dove occupying the magpie's nest, looked at him like a speck of dust on the sole of his shoe.

And he was helpless.

The hatred was growing wildly, and the endless anger gripped him firmly and could not get rid of it.

Pin Xing stared at the little yellow flower swaying in the cold wind, and her expression became cold little by little.

He decided to take revenge.

I want revenge. He whispered.

The hairpin star left his hometown and went to a distant place.

Because he was a sinner, he would become a monk on his own in order to prevent others from discovering his identity. He wore a brown cassock and always traveled through the suffering places with a peaceful expression. Sometimes it is a battlefield full of corpses, sometimes it is a village full of plagues, sometimes it is a disaster area for the people, and more often, he always carries a golden Zen staff and Buddhist beads, and quietly walks through the untouched places with his eyes down. Peaceful place.

He was always gentle, helpful, and gracious. Legend has it that the Buddha's son sacrificed his body to feed the tiger, and the people who were helped by him often said that he might be the incarnation of the Buddha. Because of his good name spread far and wide, gradually, people forgot his real name and only called him the Dharma name: Master Jingshan.

He became a Buddhist monk.

Buddhist cultivation not only needs to cultivate the body, but also cultivate the mind. Over the years, Jingshan has traveled almost all over the capital. He sees through the suffering of life and death in the world of life and death. His brows became more and more indifferent and serene, otherworldly, and his reputation became more and more far-reaching. Everyone knows that there is a Buddha in Duzhou who cultivates respect and kindness, has a profound cultivation base, and is respected by Delong.

This reputation also spread to the hometown.

Others always say that the master is merciful, and treats grass and trees with kindness. Only he himself knows that he has never let go of hatred. He has devoted himself to self-cultivation and breakthroughs, all in order to return to his homeland one day, kill his enemies, and avenge his parents, wife and children.

On the day Jingshan broke through, he was determined to return to his hometown and make a break with the past.

But Duzhou ushered in a severe drought.

The drought was fierce, the crops were scorched by the scorching sun, and the rice grains in the city were cut off. Many people were starved to death, and the things of changing children to eat happen every day. The dead bodies are reluctant to be buried, and they become one with people in another way.

The world seemed to have become purgatory overnight.

In this purgatory, some people gave up their granaries and cooked porridge to help the victims.

It was Yang Zifeng who helped the victims.

Yang Zifeng, who once rose to the sky with the help of the Yang family's blood debt, has now become the prime minister of the dynasty. The family is rich in money, and the wives and concubines are in groups. When he heard about Jingshan's great event, he began to feel apprehensive, and gradually regretted that he had not cut down the grass and roots, and left behind troubles. Today, a cultivator with high strength, even if he has guards to protect him, I am afraid it will not help.

This drought happened very coincidentally, it was an opportunity that God specially sent for him.

He inquired about the time when Master Jingshan set off and returned, and he was in the city half a month in advance to help the victims. For a time, the name of benevolence and kindness was always heard.

And he was right in front of the people in the city, and on the day Jingshan stepped into the old city, he was shirtless and pleaded guilty.

The monk in the brown cassock looked at him calmly, his eyes as calm as the deep sea. He knelt down anxiously, with tears in his eyes, repenting of his past sins and sincerely repented.

At the end, Yang Zifeng said: I would like to provide relief to the victims every day until the drought is over. Please forgive me for my past sins and ask for a chance to atone for my sins.

Jing Shan did not speak, just looked at him lightly.

All his life, he traveled far away from home and practiced hard every day, just to meet his enemies one day and avenge his relatives. Now that he has a deep cultivation base, he has the ability to take back everything he has lost, but it is now.

The golden honeysuckle bloomed behind him, and the large branches and vines reminded him of the collapsed pergola splattered with blood.

The people behind them couldn't help but open their mouths.

They said, Master, please forgive him.

Forgive him, he has sincerely repented and gave him a chance to atone.

Master, we don't want to starve to death.

The frail old man bowed down tremblingly, the immature child raised his head and pulled the corner of his clothes, the woman wept, and the youth begged. Yesterday, the kind person who kept saying that he was a Bodhisattva with low eyebrows, today stands on the side of his enemy and is aggressive towards him. He suddenly felt a little confused.

The once indomitable and vicious villain is now old, with a humble and humble attitude, but there seems to be a hint of cunning and pride in the corners of his eyes. He said: Yaksha's heart yesterday, Bodhisattva's face today. Bodhisattva and Yaksha are not separated by a line. Master, aren't you a good person? The so-called put down the butcher's knife and stand on the ground to become a Buddha. Why can't you give me a chance?

Why can't Yang Zifeng be given a chance?

Then who will give him another chance? To give his parents who died tragically in old age, his wife who died with hatred, and his youngest son who died for no reason?

The dead will not be resurrected, the sins committed will not be easily written off, the past karma, and the fruits of today are all retribution.

Jing Shan narrowed his eyes slightly and clenched the golden Zen staff in his hand.

Puff sound.

An old woman who was closest to him suddenly faced him and knelt down.