Villain: The hostess collapsed after killing the woman to preach

"It's you……"

Ning Jie looked at Sha Xin and his strange fisherman outfit, and for a moment he did not know whether to laugh or cry.

When Sha Xin saw Ning Jie, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he bowed and said:

"Ning Shengzi, we meet again."

"Haha, what a coincidence." Ning Jie also smiled in agreement. Although he was speechless about Sha Xin's expression, he was still a little happy to accidentally meet an old friend in this remote place.

He teased Shaxin:

"Why did you come to this barren North Sea to fish again?"

Although Ning Jie's words were disrespectful, Sha Xin still had no dissatisfaction, but said calmly:

"I am stupid and did not fully comprehend the teachings of Saint Ning. Therefore, I continue to come to the fishing village to fish and carefully comprehend the profound meaning of Saint Ning."

Ning Jie heard this and patted his forehead. He said speechlessly:

"I'm telling you, do you understand? I just gave you an example of a fisherman. Why do you have to keep dwelling on it?"

Sha Xin didn't seem to understand and looked at Ning Jie with a puzzled look.

Ning Jie didn't intend to keep the secret any longer and explained directly:

"I want you to experience the various states of life, not to be a fisherman!"

Upon hearing this, Sha Xin's eyes widened and he muttered to himself:

"All living things are in various forms... All living things are in various forms..."

Immediately afterwards, the golden light behind him suddenly became dazzling, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds seemed to ring out in the sky, and Sha Xin's aura became even stronger.

Seeing the strangeness displayed by Sha Xin, Ning Jie couldn't help but frowned and said:

"Is this a breakthrough?"

I have to say, this guy is a bit of a monster.

But at this moment, Ning Jie suddenly felt a familiar breath on Sha Xin.

"This is……"

Ning Jie decisively activated the Eye of Insight, and sure enough, he saw a small fragment of the origin of luck between Sha Xin’s eyebrows!

It turned out to be the case.

Now Ning Jie thought about it and found it reasonable. After all, Sha Xin was a real saint of Buddhism with a very high level of comprehension. In addition, he had accumulated experience for so long and was influenced by the fragments of the origin of luck, so it was natural for him to make a breakthrough.

After the breakthrough, Sha Xin's aura increased a lot, and the Zen spirit on his body became stronger.

He looked at Ning Jie at this moment, his face full of gratitude and excitement, and bowed to Ning Jie respectfully and said:

"Thank you for the advice, Ning Shengzi. I understand now."

At the same time, a very firm idea emerged in Sha Xin's mind, that is, he must follow Ning Jie closely in the future!

Just imagine how happy it would be to follow someone who can help him achieve breakthroughs with just a few words!

at the same time.

The fishermen in the fishing village who had been frightened before also came to their senses, but the shock in their eyes became more intense.

None of them could have imagined that this dumb young man, who was usually unknown, down-to-earth and honest in the fishing village, was actually the legendary Holy Son of Buddhism!

Such a strong man actually lives in a fishing village and works so hard without complaint. What is he doing?

And who is that young man riding on the terrifying beast?

Of course, although they were very curious and had many questions in their minds, they did not dare to ask easily, because they knew in their hearts that it was not something a fisherman should know.

But they knew one thing, that is, they had to do their best to entertain these two living gods.

Soon, with the arrangement of the village chief, a sumptuous banquet was set on the table.

The next day.

Ning Jie stood on the coast, looking at the endless vast North Sea, and felt a little excited, because as long as he could cross the North Sea, he could save Si Luo.

The divine beast Sibu Xiang had also eaten his fill of the elixir. He raised his head high and neighed excitedly.

Ning Jie retracted his gaze, glanced at Sha Xin, and was about to take out the fragment of his luck origin. After all, this thing was too popular now, and it would be difficult if it was taken away by Wu Jin.

But at this moment, Sha Xin suddenly said to Ning Jie:

"Son Ning, I have stayed here for a long time. Now that I have received your guidance, there is no point in staying here any longer. Why don't you let me follow you?"

Ok?

Ning Jie looked at Sha Xin and seemed to understand what Sha Xin was thinking, because he saw a hint of cunning in Sha Xin's eyes.

Although he knew that Sha Xin had ulterior motives, Ning Jie still did not reject him.

After all, Shaxin is the saint of Buddhism and his strength is remarkable. Now is the time when he is short of people around him. Keeping Shaxin by his side is like having an extra capable general!

Above the azure blue North Sea, the water and the sky meet, with no end in sight.

The divine beast Sibu Xiang was flying steadily. Ning Jie, Mu Qingxue and Sha Xin were sitting on the back of Sibu Xiang, gazing into the distance. Everything was quiet and peaceful.

At the same time, the East China Sea.

The old Dragon King was originally worried about Chu Xi and didn't want Chu Xi to go to the North Sea alone to look for Ning Jie, but in the end he couldn't persuade Chu Xi and had to agree.

The teleportation array between the four seas would not be opened easily unless there was an emergency.

Because the energy and financial resources consumed to open the teleportation array are enormous, today we will make an exception for Chu Xi.

The old Dragon King looked at his daughter Chu Xi with tears in his eyes, but it was obvious that Chu Xi did not notice that all she was thinking about and hoping for in her heart was her Senior Brother Ning!

Ps:

(Many brothers asked me what are the benefits of foot washing. I recently read an article and got some insights. Let me share it with you briefly!

The Meaning of Foot Washing

She was a broken girl with a gambling dad, a sick mom, and a school-age brother. I didn't know her name. The first time I saw her, she was standing in front of me carrying a small box. It had just rained and it felt a little chilly. She stood there obediently, looking at me with tender eyes.

I have never experienced such personal tenderness. When I asked her to come over, she held my hand with a hint of shyness. Perhaps it was because the night was too charming, I actually felt a little moved.

In that dimly lit little room, we talked about everything from the beach to mainland China, from Tagore to Van Gogh. Tenderness flooded us like a tide. I hope this moment will last forever, and I hope it will belong to me forever.

She is a beautiful white flower. I touch her beauty with my own hands, but I cannot pick up her imperfections. I think she must be free, and no external objects can restrain her existence.

I just felt sorry for her fate. She was in her prime years, but she had to shoulder a heavy responsibility. She had a father who was addicted to gambling and a younger brother who was less than one year old. She shouldn't have to bear all of this. I wanted to take her away, take her away from this place, to a place without worries and pain, where there were only us, and only happiness.

But I underestimated her stubbornness. In the dim night, she rejected my kindness. Only then did I realize it. After all, she was a flower planted in a pot. Whether she bloomed or withered was not determined by the wind. At this moment, I realized that I was not washing her feet but walking in the mud of the world. The only thing I could do was to help her from time to time.