Quick wear to greet His Royal Highness the Demon King

Chapter 397
That night, Muzhi returned to rest in the body, while Wugui meditated on the bluestone all night.

Their cultivation level has long been bigu, so they don't have to think about eating.

In the early morning of the second day, the sun shines through the light clouds to the ground, and the warm light and the cool morning wind fall on the viburnum tree, awakening the wooden branches that have slept all night.

Muzhi took a breath of the morning air mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, and shook the branches.

The elegant fragrance of Qionghua lingers in the nose, and Muzhi suddenly realizes that today Qionghua has bloomed a lot again.

Right now, it is almost autumn, but this viburnum is still blooming luxuriantly.The tree with spirits has not bloomed according to the time sequence, but the flowers bloom in four seasons.

As soon as Mu Zhi moved his consciousness, his figure appeared on the branch of the viburnum tree.

"Wugui? Wugui are you awake?"

The voice of the girl who got up early still had a hint of laziness, not as clear and lingering as before, and it fell into Wugui's ears, as if a small feather was tickling his heart, it was extremely itchy.

Unexpectedly, the master who caused the ripples was still ignorant, sitting on a tall tree with his legs swaying, and the snow-white skirt bloomed in mid-air with pure white flowers.

Wu Gui opened his eyes, and a pair of extremely enchanting fox eyes met Mu Zhi: "The little monk is awake."

Wugui's voice was a little hoarse, and those bewitching eyes met Muzhi's again, and the wood branch was scalded, and the drowsiness from waking up in the morning disappeared completely.

"No return, I found that you really don't look like a monk." Mu Zhi couldn't help blurting out.

"Oh, how do you know that? Didn't Qiongzhi never meet anyone before? How do you know that I don't look like a monk?"

Wugui's heart tightened, but his expression remained calm.

"...Uh, this... Intuitively, the monk seems to look indifferent and detached."

"My little monk still has the world of mortals in his heart."

Curious, Muzhi jumped down from the tree and came to Wugui's side: "Why? Shouldn't the six senses be purified when practicing Buddhism? Why do you practice Buddhahood if you have a world in your heart?"

Wugui raised his eyes, a blood lotus bloomed deep in his light brown pupils.

"There are tens of thousands of monks in the world, how many of them can become Buddhas? Having the world of mortals in their eyes is an obsession; insisting on leaving the world of mortals behind is also an obsession. Why should I abandon the world of mortals for a vain thought?"

In fact, in his eyes, there is no worldly world, there is only killing.But now that he met her, the red thread of fate wrapped around his heart, and three thousand mortals fell into his eyes.

From then on, he no longer wandered alone in the world of blood and killing; he fell into the ten-foot soft red, and he no longer laughed at the coolness of the west wind in the tomb of heroes.

Mu Zhi was stunned for a while when he heard the words. These words seemed to be very Zen-like.It was the first time for Wugui who said these words to look like a monk.

Wugui watched the little girl pondering about life in a daze, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Why, does Qiongzhi want the little monk to be a compassionate saint?"

Mu Zhi thought for a moment about the compassionate appearances of the Buddhas he had seen before, and immediately shivered.

"Let's forget it, it's good like this. Although the saint is good, he is respectable and unlovable, and he is too lonely."

Wugui laughed: "That's right, although a sage is good, he is not suitable for you and me."

If you become a saint, you only have the common people in your heart, you are impartial in everything, and you have no selfishness, how can you love others?
Many people in the world want to be saints, but he doesn't care.

A saint is doomed to be alone, with no relatives, no friends and no lover, only a group of believers who regard him as a god above him.

(End of this chapter)