The Peerless Villain of Martial Arts
Chapter 138 Chapter Remembrance
Chapter 138 Memories
"No, Master." Shi Fang screamed, the sound pierced the eardrums, and the sharp voice spread throughout the battlefield.
At this moment, Shifang's eyes flashed a shocking blood red, his whole body exuded a bright golden light, and a terrifying breath came from Shifang's body.
This breath is very strange, both sacred and cold.
"Master, why am I called Shifang?" A handsome young novice monk asked the old monk in a childlike voice, his big clear eyes were full of doubts.
"Because this is a Buddhist term, it represents the ten directions of Buddhism, which are east, west, south, north, southeast, southwest, northeast, northwest, up and down, and also represents my expectations for you." The old monk said kindly. Smiling, he explained tirelessly, and patted the smooth top of the little monk's head.
"Master, those children in the temple bullied me, saying that I was a child without parents and mother, and they didn't play with me. I was so sad, and I really wanted to play with them." The little monk cried to the old monk. Said, the clear big eyes were extremely red.
"Then how did you answer them?" The old monk's tone was gentle, like a spring breeze blowing through the heart of the little novice.
"I said I have a master, but they laughed at me and said that I am a young monk, and I will not be able to marry a wife and have children in the future, but I don't care, the first thing I saw when I was born was the master.
It was Master who brought me up. Master will be a monk for a day, and I will be a monk for a day. I will do what Master does. "The little monk stopped crying, scratched his shiny and smooth bald head, and said with a smile.
The old monk didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at the little monk with warm eyes.
"Master, why can't I practice? The group of children at the foot of the mountain can practice. They bully me, beat me, and scold me, but I can't beat them, and I can't practice.
They are so strong, they can throw stones from one side of the river to the other, but I can't, I can only throw them in the middle of the river, so they don't play with me. "The little monk said to the old monk with a downcast expression, his eyes were not as bright as before, full of sadness and confusion.
"I believe that Shifang will definitely become a very powerful monk in the future. He will be respected and loved by countless people. It doesn't matter if he can't practice, what matters is his heart.
Even if your cultivation level is advanced, if your heart is weak, those people will not respect you from the bottom of their hearts, but will insult you and trample you behind your back.
Even if you don't have a cultivation level, you can still serve the world well, and be respected and loved by countless people, idiot, don't care about other people's opinions, follow your own heart. "
The old monk still said with a smile, his face was full of smiles, his big rough hands gently stroked the little novice's head, his face full of doting.
"Then my little Shifang, what kind of person do you want to be in the future? To save thousands of refugees from the sea of suffering, or to be a person who looks at the world with indifference? Or to be a monk who doesn't care about world affairs?" One day old The monk suddenly asked the little monk a question.
"I don't even want to be one." The little monk blinked his big eyes and said innocently.
"Why?" The old monk didn't get angry, just smiled and looked at the little monk.
"Because I want to be like Master." The little novice smiled, revealing two lovely dimples, and big clear eyes bent into crescents.
The old monk was silent for a long time, finally just sighed, and gently touched the top of the young monk's head.
"Master Baiyun, Shifang was beaten by a pig butcher at the foot of the mountain. His hands and feet were broken, and the bridge of his nose was broken." One day, a Buddhist villager suddenly ran up to report.
On that day, the old monk's kind face was no longer kind, and he raised his Zen stick and fought the butcher in the way of ordinary people. Of course, the old monk had never beaten the butcher who was strong and in his prime.
Instead, he was ridiculed by the butcher. In the end, the old monk didn't use his cultivation, and staggered up the mountain with the little novice on his back.
That was the first time the little novice saw his master doing something. Although he wondered why the master didn't use his cultivation, the little novice didn't ask. From then on, as long as the old monk didn't go down the mountain, the little novice wouldn't go down the mountain either.
"Shifang, you've grown so tall. The baby the size of my palm is already taller than me. It's been 18 years, and it's just passed by in a blink of an eye." The old monk from Guobei County said with nostalgia. Looking at the little novice monk who said it back then, what has not changed is the extremely gentle voice.
"Shifang, carry my expectations and live well." The giant stood blankly on the spot, and said to Shifang in the distance, his smile was still as gentle as before, but his tall and straight body gradually bent down, smiling It also gradually stiffened, and then suddenly fell on the damaged ground.
The shocking wound on the chest seemed to describe how thrilling the battle was just now.
"Master." Shifang said with a choked voice, his palms were clenched tightly, and he didn't notice that the sharp nails pierced his skin, he just repeated this sentence dumbly, recalling countless memories with him. Memories of Master together.
"Can't be forgiven, can't be forgiven" Shi Fang knelt on the ground, his slender fingers directly scratched the hard stone slab, and kept repeating this passage in his mouth, the original sacred aura slowly became violent and cold.
"Is this the rhythm of being enchanted?" Li Chenzhou folded his hands and watched this scene with great interest.
The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, and there is no real empathy in this world. Li Chenzhou knew that the little monk was very sad, but he couldn't feel that feeling because of different experiences and three views.
"Buried with my master." Shi Fang stood up, walked towards the old demon of Heishan with a swaying body, his eyes were full of the moment when his master fell, and with a gradually stiff smile, he finally looked at him words spoken.
"Well, it took so much effort to win against this old monk, it's really difficult, but this monk is full of energy and blood, it's a great tonic, if you eat it.
Presumably my cultivation base may be able to break into the realm of a king. At that time, the world is so big that I can roam freely. The corpse of this old monk must not be wasted. I must eat all of it in my stomach. "The Black Mountain old demon said unscrupulously, and the hoarse and unpleasant voice reached Shifang's ears.
"Huh? You little monk, we did it for the sake of the Holy Son. Do you want to avenge your master? You can't avenge your master until you die. Your master is always talking about you after he dies. You are such a waste, I don't know why your immortal master is so stupid.
You might have been able to defeat me, but it was you who disturbed your master's heart and caused your master's death. It wasn't me who killed your master, but you. "The Black Mountain old demon said to Shifang mockingly.
Every sentence is like a thorn, stabbing into Shi Fang's heart.
(End of this chapter)
"No, Master." Shi Fang screamed, the sound pierced the eardrums, and the sharp voice spread throughout the battlefield.
At this moment, Shifang's eyes flashed a shocking blood red, his whole body exuded a bright golden light, and a terrifying breath came from Shifang's body.
This breath is very strange, both sacred and cold.
"Master, why am I called Shifang?" A handsome young novice monk asked the old monk in a childlike voice, his big clear eyes were full of doubts.
"Because this is a Buddhist term, it represents the ten directions of Buddhism, which are east, west, south, north, southeast, southwest, northeast, northwest, up and down, and also represents my expectations for you." The old monk said kindly. Smiling, he explained tirelessly, and patted the smooth top of the little monk's head.
"Master, those children in the temple bullied me, saying that I was a child without parents and mother, and they didn't play with me. I was so sad, and I really wanted to play with them." The little monk cried to the old monk. Said, the clear big eyes were extremely red.
"Then how did you answer them?" The old monk's tone was gentle, like a spring breeze blowing through the heart of the little novice.
"I said I have a master, but they laughed at me and said that I am a young monk, and I will not be able to marry a wife and have children in the future, but I don't care, the first thing I saw when I was born was the master.
It was Master who brought me up. Master will be a monk for a day, and I will be a monk for a day. I will do what Master does. "The little monk stopped crying, scratched his shiny and smooth bald head, and said with a smile.
The old monk didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at the little monk with warm eyes.
"Master, why can't I practice? The group of children at the foot of the mountain can practice. They bully me, beat me, and scold me, but I can't beat them, and I can't practice.
They are so strong, they can throw stones from one side of the river to the other, but I can't, I can only throw them in the middle of the river, so they don't play with me. "The little monk said to the old monk with a downcast expression, his eyes were not as bright as before, full of sadness and confusion.
"I believe that Shifang will definitely become a very powerful monk in the future. He will be respected and loved by countless people. It doesn't matter if he can't practice, what matters is his heart.
Even if your cultivation level is advanced, if your heart is weak, those people will not respect you from the bottom of their hearts, but will insult you and trample you behind your back.
Even if you don't have a cultivation level, you can still serve the world well, and be respected and loved by countless people, idiot, don't care about other people's opinions, follow your own heart. "
The old monk still said with a smile, his face was full of smiles, his big rough hands gently stroked the little novice's head, his face full of doting.
"Then my little Shifang, what kind of person do you want to be in the future? To save thousands of refugees from the sea of suffering, or to be a person who looks at the world with indifference? Or to be a monk who doesn't care about world affairs?" One day old The monk suddenly asked the little monk a question.
"I don't even want to be one." The little monk blinked his big eyes and said innocently.
"Why?" The old monk didn't get angry, just smiled and looked at the little monk.
"Because I want to be like Master." The little novice smiled, revealing two lovely dimples, and big clear eyes bent into crescents.
The old monk was silent for a long time, finally just sighed, and gently touched the top of the young monk's head.
"Master Baiyun, Shifang was beaten by a pig butcher at the foot of the mountain. His hands and feet were broken, and the bridge of his nose was broken." One day, a Buddhist villager suddenly ran up to report.
On that day, the old monk's kind face was no longer kind, and he raised his Zen stick and fought the butcher in the way of ordinary people. Of course, the old monk had never beaten the butcher who was strong and in his prime.
Instead, he was ridiculed by the butcher. In the end, the old monk didn't use his cultivation, and staggered up the mountain with the little novice on his back.
That was the first time the little novice saw his master doing something. Although he wondered why the master didn't use his cultivation, the little novice didn't ask. From then on, as long as the old monk didn't go down the mountain, the little novice wouldn't go down the mountain either.
"Shifang, you've grown so tall. The baby the size of my palm is already taller than me. It's been 18 years, and it's just passed by in a blink of an eye." The old monk from Guobei County said with nostalgia. Looking at the little novice monk who said it back then, what has not changed is the extremely gentle voice.
"Shifang, carry my expectations and live well." The giant stood blankly on the spot, and said to Shifang in the distance, his smile was still as gentle as before, but his tall and straight body gradually bent down, smiling It also gradually stiffened, and then suddenly fell on the damaged ground.
The shocking wound on the chest seemed to describe how thrilling the battle was just now.
"Master." Shifang said with a choked voice, his palms were clenched tightly, and he didn't notice that the sharp nails pierced his skin, he just repeated this sentence dumbly, recalling countless memories with him. Memories of Master together.
"Can't be forgiven, can't be forgiven" Shi Fang knelt on the ground, his slender fingers directly scratched the hard stone slab, and kept repeating this passage in his mouth, the original sacred aura slowly became violent and cold.
"Is this the rhythm of being enchanted?" Li Chenzhou folded his hands and watched this scene with great interest.
The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, and there is no real empathy in this world. Li Chenzhou knew that the little monk was very sad, but he couldn't feel that feeling because of different experiences and three views.
"Buried with my master." Shi Fang stood up, walked towards the old demon of Heishan with a swaying body, his eyes were full of the moment when his master fell, and with a gradually stiff smile, he finally looked at him words spoken.
"Well, it took so much effort to win against this old monk, it's really difficult, but this monk is full of energy and blood, it's a great tonic, if you eat it.
Presumably my cultivation base may be able to break into the realm of a king. At that time, the world is so big that I can roam freely. The corpse of this old monk must not be wasted. I must eat all of it in my stomach. "The Black Mountain old demon said unscrupulously, and the hoarse and unpleasant voice reached Shifang's ears.
"Huh? You little monk, we did it for the sake of the Holy Son. Do you want to avenge your master? You can't avenge your master until you die. Your master is always talking about you after he dies. You are such a waste, I don't know why your immortal master is so stupid.
You might have been able to defeat me, but it was you who disturbed your master's heart and caused your master's death. It wasn't me who killed your master, but you. "The Black Mountain old demon said to Shifang mockingly.
Every sentence is like a thorn, stabbing into Shi Fang's heart.
(End of this chapter)
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