The first cause of all realms

Chapter 88 What if there are no taboos?
Under the night, corpses were scattered all over the field, and the strong blood aura attracted the old crow to circle around.

Zhao Qi and the others broke out in cold sweat after watching this massacre battle from beginning to end, feeling as if their spine had been pulled away.

Seeing Yang Qiu approaching, he knelt on the ground like a boneless:

"Yang, Lord Yang is mighty..."

The people of Tiejianmen were drenched in cold sweat, shocked, regretful and fortunate in their hearts.

Fortunately, this murderous man was not violent before, otherwise, they were afraid that their bones would be eaten up by wild dogs.

"Yang Prison..."

In the prison car, Guan Shanshui held on to the chain tightly, his heart full of disbelief.

'Four Elephant Arrows!Four Elephant Arrows!He actually learned the Four Elephant Arrow! '

Guan Shanshui was shocked beyond words.

Although he has been pierced through the lute bone, his eyesight is still there, how could he not recognize that Yang Qiu's previous archery movements are exactly the same as Liu Wenpeng's?
But how is this possible? !
Don't say that Liu Wenpeng didn't have the habit of keeping secret books at all, but he did. It's only been a few days, how could he have such archery skills?

He casually removed the joints of the bandits who were almost collapsed in front of him, and ordered Zhao Qi and others to clean up the battlefield before Yang Ju walked up to the middle-aged scholar.

This group of bandits was extremely ferocious, even more vicious than the previous thirty bandits in Black Mountain City, if he hadn't killed the one-armed bandit, they might not have collapsed.

"Heh, heh heh. Hahaha!"

Seeing Yang Qian walk in, the middle-aged scribe suddenly laughed wildly.

Yang Jue looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

'Why didn't he ask? '

The middle-aged scribe laughed wildly for a long time, seeing that Yang Jue just looked at him coldly, he was short of breath and coughed a few times, his face was already very ugly.

"Don't laugh anymore?"

Yang Jue casually picked up the butcher's knife and slapped it lightly, the scribe's face turned as red as a pig's liver, begging for mercy repeatedly.

"I only ask once."

Yang Jue's eyes were slightly cold:

"Why ambushed me?"

"We, yes, because Changliu Mountain issued an interception order, saying that whoever captures you can join Changliu Mountain. It's not that we want to kill you, but Changliu Mountain!"

The scribe felt bitter in his heart and dared not hide it, so he dejectedly told the cause and effect.

More than a year ago, a Juyi Order from Changliu Mountain spread on the Qingzhou Green Forest Road, calling on Qingzhou heroes to gather in Changliu to discuss their future.

But Changliu Mountain is not what everyone wants.

If you want to enter Changliu Mountain, you must cast a certificate of honor!

And this nomination certificate includes Qingzhou military academy lieutenants, state government officials, and many counties including Heishan.

"...We didn't have the guts to provoke the Qingzhou army, and we didn't dare to plunder the county seat. We had already thought about fleeing to another state, but suddenly we heard, little, cough, you have been added to the nomination certificate...

For a while, the lard was blinded, and then I came to attack you. "

Scribe's face turned gray.

The intestines of regret in my heart are all green.

Although he thought that this little catcher was not easy, but who would have thought that a little-known little catcher in a small border town could be so cruel?

Knowing this, he would rather flee to another state and fight with other people on the green forest road than face this murderer.

"Changliu Mountain? Vote for a certificate?"

Yang Ju frowned, but guessed that Changliu Mountain might be related to the Liansheng Sect.

Is it because I have sabotaged their plan to plot Montenegro?

Or is it also because of that fruit?
Thoughts flashed in his mind, he asked again:

"Changliu Mountain is nothing but bandits. You are not even afraid of the imperial court. Why do you listen to what Jilong Mountain says?"

There are six prefectures in Qingzhou, nearly a hundred counties, and the area can be said to be huge. It takes a year or two to go back and forth from east to west. How arrogant is Jilong Mountain, who is forced to be unable to come out of the mountain, so what qualifications does it have to command Qingzhou Green Forest Road?

"Also, it's not because Xu Wenji is coming to Qingzhou."

The scribe gritted his teeth, and had unspeakable fear.

It was rumored that Xu Wenji was coming to Qingzhou some time ago, and it was precisely because of this important person that they had to find ways to join Changliu Mountain.

"Xu Wenji."

Only then did Yang Jue understand in his heart.

Xu Wenji was born as a headhunter, and he walked from the county to Gyeonggi step by step, stepping on the bones of countless bandits with every step.

His reputation is more than thunderous in Qingzhou, which is only separated from Yunzhou by the 'Da Tao River'?
Including the scribe in front of him, there is no one in the entire Green Forest Road in Qingzhou who is not afraid of Master Xu.

That makes sense.

"Ok?"

Yang Yu wanted to ask other questions, but his heart suddenly moved.

Someone else ambushed?
Yang Ju's eyes turned cold, and he dismantled the scribe's joints with his backhand, and hung the broken knife on his waist, and with a single step, he flew away on the wind.

While striding across the line, he exerted strength with his feet, stretched his arms, and stretched the large fine iron bow into a full moon, and shot an arrow into the gloomy night.

when!
Like a yellow bell, it exploded with a crisp sound.

Yang Ju's eyes were fixed, and in the night, two monks, one old and one young, came out from behind the bushes, clasped their hands together, and recited the Buddha's name.

"Liu Qingqing?"

Yang Ju's eyesight was excellent, and he recognized the young monk even hundreds of feet away.

He actually became a monk?

call!
A thought flashed through his mind, he put away his big bow, and stopped more than ten feet away from the two of them.

With a sweeping gaze, he landed on the old monk, and his heart suddenly rose with great vigilance.

But all martial arts practitioners, no matter young or old, have blood qi that far exceeds that of ordinary people. Even if they have the method of hiding qi and blood, they will show it more or less.

The old monk was shriveled like an old eggplant, without any blood at all.

But it happened that he felt a sense of secrecy in his heart.

This monk is a great master.

"Old monk Hui'an, I have met Master Yang."

The old monk clasped his hands together and said with a smile:
"The benefactor is really a unparalleled warrior, with his five senses so sensitive, I really have to admire him."

"Benefactor Yang, we meet again."

Su Ming, or Liu Qingqing folded their palms together.

"Young Master Liu."

Yang prison returned a salute.

Although it is said that Liu Wenpeng's death is more than guilty.

But even if he killed Lao Tzu and had someone salute him, he couldn't stand it.

"The past has been broken, and the name of the little monk is clear."

Su Ming's eyes are a bit complicated.

At this moment, he couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart.

Resentment?

Hate?

gratitude?

Still envious?

All kinds of emotions rolled in her heart, Liu Qingqing savored silently, she should be more envious, right?
Walk the world with the sword, hoe the strong and support the weak, capture the lawless, and behead the villain.

I'm jealous……

"Before I heard that this group of murderous people wanted to embarrass the officials. Su Ming was kind-hearted and dragged the old monk to come. I didn't think about it, but I was too worried."

The old monk Hui'an said softly:

"It's just that among all kinds of evils, killing comes first. From now on, benefactor Yang, you should be more cautious."

"The master is merciful, but I can't learn it."

Yang Ju thanked him first, but said indifferently:
"There may be helpless and innocent people who occupy the mountains and lose grass, but there are more people who should be killed. Besides, this group of people are all calling at the door, how can I just sit there and wait for death?"

"Benefactor Yang, ask yourself, you are so brutal in killing. Is it to maintain the law, or is it to enjoy the pleasure of killing?"

Hui'an took a deep look at Yang Yu, and sighed:
"Does the benefactor know the origin of the saying 'Xia Yiwu breaks the ban'?"

"The pleasure of killing..."

Yang Jue frowned slightly:

"What's the master's opinion?"

"Martial arts in the world all come from the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism. The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism also enlightened the Tao in the heaven and the earth. The power of the heaven and the earth is boundless, but the human heart is small, and it is inevitable to lose your original heart.

This is the deepest "soul change" hidden behind the "change tendon", "bone change" and "exchange blood" in the way of martial arts. "

"'Easy Soul'?"

Yang Jue's heart trembled.

He also heard similar words from Wei Hekou.

In the way of martial arts, the strength of the muscles and bones is only one of them, and the essence is to change the temperament and spirit.

Those who are weak will become brave by practicing martial arts.

Those who are weak will become stronger after practicing martial arts.

He pondered, the change in himself seemed to be really great. More than two years ago, he was still a good and law-abiding boy.

Although he still abides by the law now, it seems that there are no taboos in his heart...

"Benefactor Yang is endowed with extraordinary talent, and his fists and feet are strong and fierce. This is your good fortune, and it is also the 'tribulation' you must face!"

Huian sighed slightly.

"The master is alarmist, right?"

Yang Yue shook his head slightly.

Every day a person lives, there is a day of experience, and changes will naturally follow.

Not only martial arts, similar sayings, in fact, all schools have them, for example, Confucianism also has the saying that "the chest has a poetic and bookish spirit".

Practicing literature and martial arts, or other numerous ways, is itself a process of changing oneself, what kind of calamity is this monk talking about.

For him, it is more correct to say 'growth'.

"maybe?"

Yang Yu didn't ask, Hui An glanced at Su Ming, but still said the solution:
"If you want to straighten your mind, there is only one way, and that is 'keeping the precepts'!"

"Keep the precepts?"

Yang Ju was slightly taken aback, somewhat unexpected.

"Does the benefactor think that the precepts of the Buddha and Taoism are just for the purpose of cutting off desires? In fact, it is not the case. All the precepts are for the rectification of the original mind."

"It is said that even immortals and Buddhas have clear rules and regulations, and gods are governed by heavenly rules. Does the benefactor think it is just a coincidence?"

"That's all for now. Believe it or not, it's up to the donor himself."

At this point, Hui'an didn't say any more, just touched Su Ming's monk's robe casually, and stepped into the night.

After a few shifts, it's already gone far.

Only the sound floated from afar.

"If you want to gain supreme strength, you need to subdue your heart"!"

"Subdue his heart, subdue his heart..."

Yang Qiu stopped for a long time, chewing on the old monk's words.

He has seen the saying of subduing his heart more than once.

Similar words have been used in Kuixing's ranking map, the mythological strangeness discovered by Lianshengjiao, and the tidal theory of Sanxiao Sanren.

At that time, he didn't pay much attention to it, but when he heard the old monk talking about it again, he felt an unexplainable throbbing in his heart.

Before this, he never thought that there is such a saying in the clear rules and precepts of Buddhism and Taoism.

Just, according to what the old monk said.

Could it be that the legendary immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons also have the misfortune of being lost?

"Keep the precepts?"

After a long, long time, Yang Yu just let go of all distracting thoughts, heaved a sigh of relief, turned and walked towards the carriage.

Having studied the Fa in his previous life, he has his own bottom line and morality in his heart.

Besides, what about no taboos?

　Good night everyone.By the way, I would like to recommend a book "This Passerby Is Too Calm" at the scene of the [-]-meter race on the sports field at the sports meeting. Why did a photographer run faster than a professional athlete carrying a cannon weighing dozens of kilograms.

At the scene of the severe tornado disaster in Oklahoma, why a photographer calmly took a photo with the oncoming tornado.

When the fighter jet took off, the fast-rotating propellers swept low, bringing up the wind and dust that almost lifted the lid of the sky. Why did a radio reporter and photographer report passionately.

In the cool extreme sports scene, why did the photographer ride a bicycle and carry a cannon behind the athlete.

Is this a distortion of human nature, or a moral decline?

Chen Mo, who was interviewed, was at a loss. He was just afraid that he would not be able to get involved, so he was just shooting material crazily.

As long as a person does one thing well in his life, it is a legend.

　
(End of this chapter)