I have many teachers

Chapter 221 Good and Evil (2\2)

Fufeng County City · Beimo Chamber of Commerce resident.

The drunken rich businessman held a beautiful dancer in his arms, and had already fallen asleep in his room, while the warriors hired by the chamber of commerce were meditating in their own rooms. Most of them were born as horse thieves in the desert. In the foreign big city, but there is not much slack, just as if still in the yellow sand of the desert, the sword is not far from the body.

Caravan men walked around the mansion carrying lanterns to watch the night.

Their martial arts are not very strong, they only know some common moves, and the vigil back and forth is only to guard against possible thieves and prevent those slaves from escaping.

The thieves are easy to kill, but the escaped slaves are found to be more ferocious than the hungry wolves in the desert, so they also wear machetes on their bodies, which are not good products, but with the naturally strong bodies of these foreigners, they can hack with all their strength. , can also hack a grown man to death.

All the way from the backyard to the front yard, then turned back again, looked at the warehouse, and bragged with the brothers over there for a while, just now with a face full of reluctance, walked towards the side courtyard, never approached, only carrying a The lantern shone at random, and saw a dozen or so men lying in the tent, all of them had thick muscles and bones, and they obviously had a lot of strength.

These are slaves of the master's house, they don't need to be paid, and they don't need to be treated very well. They have come here from the desert grassland to Daqin Fufeng, and they do some coolies on weekdays. If they encounter horse thieves and bandits, they will each be given a broken knife , followed by two or three masters, who are the most ferocious soldiers.

Even if he was seriously injured, he didn't need to worry about it. He just threw it on the road at will and let it fend for itself. It was considered kindness to kill him with a knife on the spot.

But many caravans are unwilling.

Human blood can also damage the blade of a weapon.

Doesn't it need money to maintain the blade?
They took thirty of them with them when they set off, and half of them were dead when they arrived in Fufeng, and it was almost September. Counting the time, it should be time to return to the desert with Daqin's silk porcelain and high-quality tea. It is the blessing of immortality that three men can survive.

Even if this kind of slave can survive in the first year as a merchant, but the wounds on his body cannot be treated by herbs, and he will often fall on the road in the second year, basically only having one year to live.

But these desert peoples seem to have gotten used to it long ago. The two caravan men showed no pity in their eyes. Enduring the coldness of Fufeng and late autumn, they carried the lanterns and counted several times. After confirming the number of people, they turned and left in a hurry.

After walking a few steps just now, the guy with a slightly stronger figure suddenly let out a low cry, raised his hand and patted his forehead, and shouted:
"Oops, forget about that kid."

The two wanted to leave directly, but when they thought about the consequences if the kid slipped away, they moved their feet and hurried into the backyard. They saw a thin body lying on its side under a dilapidated tent, with a naked back covered With the hideous scars visible, he breathed a sigh of relief, tightened his clothes, and turned to leave.

One of them muttered under his breath:

"This kid is also considered unlucky."

The slightly stronger man cursed a few words in a low voice, saying:
"What's the bad luck? This is the will of Changshengtian. It is said that the lord came here with this burden because he knew that the 'Tuoba Family's Mingyue' was here and planned to make a fortune. I don't know why he didn't succeed."

"Maybe it's the one who doesn't like this slave..."

"That's right, judging by the way he looks, I don't think he will have a long life..."

The whispered conversation faded away.

When the voice could no longer be heard, Qibi Heli breathed a sigh of relief, turned over, and lay flat on the wet and cold ground. Through the hole in the tent, he saw the stars and the moon, staring dumbfounded. After a while, he raised his hand and covered his heart.

live...

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Wang Anfeng changed back to the original plain clothes, put the wooden sword back into the old hilt, bid farewell to the masters, and returned to Fufeng Academy. There are few people around, so I should go to sweep the stairs.

At the same time, in Shaolin Temple.

Hong Luoyu floated slowly in the air as if she had lost weight.

Among the top contemporary masters, his fists and feet are barely top-notch. In front of Yuan Ci, he would give up his life in just thirty or forty hits, and his skill with weapons is not enough. There is no other in the world.

His muscles and bones are naturally [-]% lighter than ordinary people. According to a senior, this is the patriarch enjoying the food. There is no way to compare it. It is better than finding a quiet place by yourself and hanging yourself from a piece of noodles.

With his extraordinary talent, even if he practiced the world-class lightness kungfu, he would be able to break out of his own way. After he got into the door of the thief, he would be like a fish in water. It is completely natural, relying on the inner energy to attract the heaven and the earth, you can roam freely, ride the wind to control the sky, and do whatever you want, almost like the realm of Taoist leisurely travel.

But at this time, he did not show the slightest uniqueness.

With his body upside down, his head pointing to the ground, fluttering around, with a grass stick in his mouth, his brows were tightly frowned, after thinking for a long time, he finally let out a long sigh, shook his head again and again, and said:

"Tsk tsk, no, no..."

"This kid is only suitable to be a hero who walks the rivers and lakes with dignity."

"An unfathomable expert outside the world, a mastermind behind the scenes who controls the overall situation, this style is really too difficult for him..."

Wu Changqing raised his hand to caress his beard, also sighed, and said:
"I also think it's too early for Feng'er to get in touch with this..."

He has been with Wang Anfeng for a long time, and from the subtle movements of the young man, it can be seen that he is not used to things like conquering people's hearts.

Wu Changqing has seen many ups and downs in the rivers and lakes. Although he has a kind face, when he was young and vigorous, there were not a few people who killed with his own hands, and not all of them were wicked. They all walked in the rivers and lakes. Before doing anything, Is it possible to have to see whether it is good or bad?

Only the sword wins.

Having this kind of experience, he knew in his heart that if he had the Shaolin world in his hands, if he didn't make use of it, it would be a waste of money, and he might suffer a lot when he came to the top of the rivers and lakes in the future.

But knowing that Gui Zhi knew that Wang Anfeng really wanted to do this by himself, and he felt a little bit reluctant.

When Hong Luoyu saw that someone agreed with him, a look of complacency appeared on his face, and he floated behind Wu Changqing, raised his chin, and said proudly:
"Did you hear that, the surname is Ying, you can't act like this."

"You know, not everyone is willing to do evil things like the people behind the scenes. If you don't believe me, ask the monk over there if he is willing. Although he is a lot of boring, everyone in the world knows that he is a big man. good stuff."

Wu Changqing opened his mouth when he heard the words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he already knew in his heart that the old trick of the thief in front of him had committed again.

Hong Luoyu has a very close relationship with Mr. Ying, so he naturally knows the identity of Mr. Ying. As the leader, the latter has been hiding behind the scenes all year round. He is the so-called villain in the mouth of the thief.

Just as Xin Nian thought of this, she saw the suddenly stern face of the scribe over there, and couldn't help but smile wryly when she heard the noise of Hong Luoyu beside her ear, but she really didn't have the heart to care about it, so she raised her eyes to look at Yuan Ci over there, and said:
"Master Yuanci, just say a few words..."

Old man, this old man has no energy to take care of anymore.

But after calling several times in a row, the monks over there didn't respond. I don't know what they remembered. There seemed to be a family background on the peaceful face in the past. Strange, turned to look at the monk over there.

Yuan Ci came back to his senses at this moment, was in a daze, and recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, with the same expression as usual, and said:

"...The thief deliberately exaggerated."

"Where are there so many distinctions between good people and evil people?"

"Do good here, maybe do evil there. Between good and evil, there are rivers and lakes."

The voice paused slightly, then smiled again and asked:
"Besides, whoever said that it was hidden behind the scenes must have been done by evil people?"

Hong Luoyu was speechless for a while, and he couldn't hold back on his face. He muttered a few words in a low voice, and said: "This is not necessarily true, like you bald man, isn't it good to judge people in the world?"

"Another example is someone... I don't know how many people plan to kill him and then hurry up."

Putting down the exit, Hong Luoyu suddenly noticed the chill on the scribe's face, and couldn't help shivering, lamenting in his heart that he had to suffer again, and suddenly noticed a change in the space, obviously Wang Anfeng was about to come over, his eyes lighted up, he stood up and shouted:

"Hahaha, the apprentice is here."

"My surname is Ying, I'll let you go this time, I'm going to teach my apprentice martial arts first..."

With a strange cry, the figure shot out towards the front.

It passed over there at the same time as Wang Anfeng appeared, and took the boy away directly. In the blink of an eye, he no longer knew how far he had traveled.

Seeing this, Wu Changqing was terrified. Fang Caihong's falling speed was so fast that even he could only see an afterimage. With such lightness, if he refined the assassination technique, no one could escape it even though the world was big.

Thinking of this, the old man felt a little rejoicing. Fortunately, although Hong Luoyu was frivolous by nature, he was not a bloodthirsty and crazy person. Otherwise, there would be many bloody storms in the world.

The scribe looked at that direction and sneered without saying a word, his eyes were full of unkindness, and Yuan Ci sat cross-legged on the bluestone again, as if he had returned to the state of meditation.

Everyone in the Jianghu knew that the Wrathful King Ming was jealous of evil, and his behavior was upright.

But what he instinctively remembered in his mind was what another person said.

"To me, you are the biggest villain in this world."

Distracting thoughts in the mind are like waves on the surface of a lake.

Yuanci's Vajra Immortality in his body has passed the twelve hurdles, and he keeps spinning, holding rosary beads, and reciting Buddhist scriptures, in order to stabilize his mind and enter a state of no thought, but the memory in his mind is as vivid as if he was just dropped by a feather A gap was broken, and images continued to emerge, like controlling flowing water, which cannot be stopped.

"You said that you entered the world to save the wicked..."

"Everyone in the world has set up a tablet of longevity for you. In their eyes, you are a great man, a Buddhist, and a hero."

"But you are simply a big villain."

The beads in Yuanci's hands were turning faster and faster, with a calm expression on his face, he recited in a low voice:

"All conditioned dharmas are like dream bubbles, dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way."

The rope worn with prayer beads is broken.

One hundred and eight tiny round beads scattered all over the ground.

Each buddha bead is one trouble, each of the six roots has suffering, happiness, and three experiences of giving up, which are combined into eighteen kinds; and each of the six roots has three kinds of good, evil, and flat, which are combined into eighteen kinds, totaling 36 kinds, and the rotation of the three generations. Combined into one hundred and eight kinds of troubles, entangled in the heart.

The body is like a diamond, and one hundred and eighty three tastes can be verified, and the afflictions can be cut off, so as to be pure.

He has always done a good job.

But at this time, troubles emerged all at once.

Yuan Ci sat down on the bluestone, eyes slightly closed, and sighed softly.

In March that day, the peach blossoms were shining brightly.

Someone is watching him.

Dressed in red, hanging Qiongyu waist.

"You have saved so many wicked people, why won't you take a look at me."

"Why won't you save me?"

The monk closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, just like that day.

"Everything has its own way."

"It's all in vain."

The distracting thoughts of the state of mind disappeared again, and it seemed to be harder. The devil is the grinder, and if you don't grind it, you can't become a Buddha.

The monk leaned over, his face still peaceful, and put on the rosary beads one by one.

Stringed with beads is a red rope.

As bright as the peach blossom rain in March.

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