I practice ruthless way

The night is dark and windy, the jungle is dark, insects and birds are hidden among the heavy leaves, and the sound of tigers roaring in the mountains is terrifying.Mo Juntian carried an ordinary iron sword and wandered on the mountain path, the sword's light rose and fell, and all of them chopped in front of the white tiger.

This tiger is Qu Hanxing. He was frying potatoes on the street, but suddenly he turned into a beast, and went berserk in the street. To prevent him from biting the people, Mo Juntian led it all the way out of the city.

It is far away from Kudan Mountain.

At this moment, in this mountain forest, Mo Juntian is the only one who is still alive and can move.He became the target of Qu Hanxing's relentless pursuit, Mo Juntian was not unable to defeat him, but he didn't want him to be hurt, so he had to dodge all the way.

"Qu Hanxing, wake up!" Mo Juntian shouted at Qu Hanxing.But Baihu has already lost his sanity, and he can't talk at all, let alone be obedient.

Mo Juntian fought with him for a long time, not only to protect himself, but also to protect Qu Hanxing, he was more tired than fighting with the enemy, his mind and body were exhausted.He was even more vigilant, for fear that if he was not careful, his hand would be bitten off by Qu Hanxing.

"You stupid tiger!" Mo Juntian skimmed up to the top of the tree, gasped for a few times, raised his sword and leapt towards the white tiger's face, the blade of the sword slammed hard on the "king" pattern on the top of his head.

He used [-]% force in this blow, which knocked Qu Hanxing dizzy, and he staggered back a few steps.But this blow did not wake up Qu Hanxing, and Baihu's eyes were still bloodshot.Mo Juntian looked left and right, and then swept up the branch again.

Mo Juntian planned to hide and rest for a while, but how keen is the sense of smell of monsters?Coupled with the anger after being beaten hard, he quickly rushed under the tree!

Qu Hanxing made it clear that he planned to knock down the tree directly, Mo Juntian immediately changed a branch, and made an attack plan. At this moment, a snow-white elk suddenly jumped down from the clouds, stomped its four hooves, and rushed towards Qu Hanxing go.

Qu Hanxing put all his body and mind on Mo Juntian, and never guarded against this "extraterrestrial visitor".This gave Fuzhu an opportunity, first it hit him hard with its antlers, then raised its front hooves, exerted a heavy force, pinned him firmly on the ground, not allowed to move, and then let out a cry.

The white brilliance followed the sound of the deer singing through the forest, and the white tiger twitched as if being shocked by an electric shock, rolled its eyelids upwards, and passed out.

Only then did Fu Zhu let go of Qu Hanxing.

The abbot of the Jokhang Temple recited the Buddha's name, came to Qu Hanxing, bent down to check his body, and channeled some spiritual power for him.

"Thank you both." Mo Juntian heaved a sigh of relief, jumped back to the ground, and greeted the abbot of Jokhang Temple and Fu Zhu.

The white tiger moved, a ray of light rose up, and the huge figure shrank and turned back into a human body.Not long after, Qu Hanxing opened his eyes, moved his neck, and found himself lying on the ground, with a bewildered expression: "I... what's wrong with me?"

After seeing clearly that this is a mountain, I was even more surprised: "Where is this?"

"On Yishu Street, you suddenly transformed into your original body and tried to bite someone." Mo Juntian said angrily.

Qu Hanxing turned pale with shock: "How could I do this?"

"I don't know why you are like this!" Mo Juntian glared at him, and pointed to the abbot of Jokhang Temple and Fu Zhu, "If it wasn't for this master and Xiao Man's deer, you are still crazy now."

"I have sympathy for poor monks," said the abbot of Jokhang Temple.

"Thank you Master Tongmin." Mo Juntian thanked again.

Qu Hanxing was covered in mud, got up from the ground, patted his aching forehead, and asked, "So what happened? I was on the street...didn't I bite someone to death?"

His expression was terrified.

Mo Juntian said: "I only bitten a Guiyuanjing monk who came down from Kutan Temple to look for you."

"Ah? Is the injury serious? I have to hurry..." Qu Hanxing looked anxious, and he didn't have time to think why someone came to look for him from Kudan Temple, so he walked down the mountain.Tong Min sighed softly and said to him: "You are in a very dangerous situation now."

Qu Hanxing was stunned: "Master, what do you say?"

"There are people who testify that you once colluded with the people of Wushi Jingzong in the secret realm of Giant Spirit Mountain." Tong Min said.

"I colluded with Wushi Jingzong?" Qu Hanxing opened his eyes wide, his face was full of shock, "Why didn't I know that I colluded with them! Nonsense!"

"The poor monk came to look for you to go back and confront the people who testified against you." Tong Min said, "But things must be strange, can you think about it first, why did you suddenly go crazy on Yishu Street?"

Qu Hanxing frowned: "I don't remember it at all. Xiao Mo and I are working together to sell potatoes on the street..."

Mo Juntian raised his eyelids, and said quickly: "You left once in the middle of the journey. You went to a neighboring street to deliver fried shredded potatoes to a customer in the teahouse."

"Have you met anything here?" Tong Min asked.

"The guest said that I worked hard, so he bought me a cup of tea." Recalling this, Qu Hanxing became excited, "Could it be that there is something wrong with the tea!"

"What kind of person invites you to drink tea?"

"A young man." Qu Hanxing thought for a while and replied, "Young monk!"

After a while, he said again: "When I arrive at Kutan Temple, I will ask Doctor Yaogu to check for me to see if there is any residual poison in my body. If there is something wrong with the monk, I will find a pen and paper and draw it."

The half-circle moon was covered by clouds, so no light could be seen. The mountain was extremely dark, and the swaying tree shadows were like ghost shadows, and the wind passed through the hills like a whimper.

The mountains and forests at night are really scary.

Qu Hanxing's back was a little hairy, and he always felt that something was wrong. He looked around, but couldn't find anything.Opposite him, Mo Juntian had a serious expression on his face, "You were accused of being in collusion with the Wushi Jingzong on the front foot, and you went crazy on the street at the foot of the mountain and wanted to eat people on the back foot. If you look at it together, this is not an easy matter."

"But I can't hide either. If I hide, I will be afraid of sin..." Qu Hanxing was very distressed, but before he could say the last word, Mo Juntian suddenly grabbed his arm with great force.

At the same time, Tongmin said vigilantly, "Someone is nearby."

"Who's here?" Tong Min raised his voice and asked, sweeping his monk's robes, protecting Qu Hanxing and Mo Juntian behind his back, raised his hands and turned his wrists, and forced them into the depths of the forest with a sharp palm.

The next moment, a palm wind came out from the forest.

The two forces collided, rocks and sand flew in the mountains, the forests shook endlessly, and the dark shadows looked more like struggling ghosts.With a muffled snort, he took two steps back, but he was actually at a disadvantage!

The atmosphere suddenly stagnated, and the figure appeared from among the bushes.

After Qu Hanxing saw his appearance clearly, he stared and said, "It's you!"

The person who came was a monk with a very young face, and his eyes were bright under the dark night.The young monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's mantra: "That's right, it's the tea I gave you."

When Qu Hanxing explored his realm, he was horrified: This person is actually in the holy realm of Taiqing!

The lights in the city are dimming, the eaves of the mountain temple are deep, and the moon is covered by light clouds.

The robe was still rising and falling in the wind, Xiao Man withdrew his gaze from afar and landed on Yan Wushu.Yan Wushu lowered his eyes, not much emotion could be seen between his brows.Xiao Man looked at him for a while, and said in a low voice: "You are blaming yourself."

"On the photo bead, the black-robed monks who showed their faces are the ones we met alone, which shows that this conspiracy has been planned as early as three months ago."

"Whether Qu Hanxing is on Xueyi Peak or outside, he will be targeted, and you cannot be by his side all the time."

Xiao Man's voice was clear and smooth, and his speaking speed was not too fast or slow, like a clear spring flowing slowly through the mountains.Yan Wushu only felt that the tip of his heart was being scratched, and there was an itch like a spider's thread swept across.

He raised his lips, a slight smile appeared on his face, and asked in a drawn-out tone: "Little Phoenix, are you comforting me?"

"Just telling the truth." Xiao Man's tone was light.

"Say a few more words?" Yan Wushu moved closer to him.

Xiao Man glanced at him speechlessly, then turned and walked the other way.

They acted as if they were leaving, naturally they couldn't go back to Kutan Temple, the town below the mountain was too noisy, so they had to stop in this void.

Xiao Man walked on the clouds, walking slowly, his sleeves fluttering, like an immortal in the sky.

Yan Wushu walked behind him, turned the folding fan lightly, then put it away, and stretched out his hand to Xiao Man: "Then can I give you a hug?"

Xiao Manli ignored him and stepped forward.

He was planning to find a suitable roof or treetop to rest on, and was looking around with his eyes down, when suddenly his body tensed up.Yan Wushu hugged him from behind, just like the time when he left Tingyun Peak at the beginning of ten years of retreat, and like the time when Guangling City clearly told Yan Wushu that he didn't like it.Yan Wushu wrapped his hands around his waist, and pulled him around forcefully, pressing his back against his chest.

"I've caught you." Yan Wushu pressed his face against Xiao Man's neck, with a genuine smile in his voice.

Xiao Man frowned and struggled, but it provoked Yan Wushu to exert more force, his waist and hands were locked, as if he was going to be rubbed into his flesh and blood.

And Yan Wushu lowered his tone, without any smile, and asked softly: "Little Phoenix, are you cold?"

What Yan Wushu asked was not this moment, Xiao Man knew it well.The summer night wind brushed against his cheeks, he narrowed his eyes and said, "It's summer now."

"Okay, Xia Tian." Yan Wushu nodded along with his words, "Our Little Phoenix is ​​not cold."

"Let go." Xiao Man said coldly.

Yan Wushu hugged Xiao Man for a moment before letting go. Xiao Man was free, and immediately distanced himself from him, walking several feet away.Yan Wushu laughed, threw a cloud boat into the wind, and invited Xiao Man to board.

Xiao Mancai ignored it.

The moon sets and the sun rises, one night passed, and the Buddhist assembly continued, still at the Sun Moon Square in front of Kudan Temple.

At the moment, what the monks are debating is the way of reincarnation, each monastery has different opinions, you say something, there is back and forth, and you keep refuting.

The young monk who was full of witty words yesterday sat quietly in the corner, folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows, and did not talk to anyone, but many people turned their attention to him, hoping to hear his opinions again.

"That young monk, what can the Dark Pavilion find?"

Yan Wushu turned the folding fan in his hand and asked Xiao Man in a low voice.

Xiao Man passed the news that he had just received from the Dark Pavilion to Yan Wushu.This is a secret letter, and what is stated in the letter is the life and recent trends of this wandering monk.

He is a son of a poor family. When he was 12 years old, he was spotted by a wandering monk passing by and worshiped him as his teacher. He left with him, started practicing, and traveled around to study and listen to scriptures. He came to the foot of Kudan Mountain a month ago and lived In a thatched hut in the west of the city, there was nothing unusual about the behavior.

"It's no different from ordinary wandering monks." Xiao Man said in a low voice.

"But it's too ordinary." Yan Wushu's tone was faint.

"The disciples of Medicine Valley stared at him, and after yesterday's discussion, he didn't make any strange moves." Xiao Man said.

Yan Wushu let out a "huh" at first, and then thought of something, and said "tsk" in a neutral way.

Time passed by little by little, and the debated topics changed round after round. Even some Taoist disciples couldn't help but join in. The young monk never opened his mouth, his eyes were lowered, as if in meditation.

The scorching sun of July climbed to the zenith, and the shadows falling on the ground shortened, and it was noon.

The discussion temporarily came to an end, no one raised new questions, and for a while, the field was silent.

Yan Wushu leaned on the tree, pulled off Xiao Man's sleeve, and let him turn his eyes to the mountain road.

A group of people are going up the mountain. They are also Buddhists. They all wear bamboo hats, their skin is tanned, and they are all thin and thin without exception.

"Where did this group of people come from?" Xiao Man felt something was wrong.

"Come down from the mountain, you have to go up the mountain." Yan Wushu said.

It was undoubtedly nonsense, but when the words fell to the ground, Yan Wushu directed a little spiritual power towards a certain direction in the mountains.

He was on the alert.

It took this group of people from the foot of the mountain to the Sun Moon Square only a short time.Still no one spoke in the Sun Moon Square, only cicadas were singing in their ears, and the Buddha's name recited by the monk walking in the front immediately attracted everyone's attention.

He scanned the crowd, his eyes fell on Master Xuanming, and said: "It's a bit late, it's a sin."

After speaking, he walked to the center of the square, stood in front of the host Kutan Temple, grabbed the Buddhist beads hanging from the palm of his left hand with his right hand, and said: "Everyone says that the Buddha is merciful, but I don't know what kind of compassion this is. Today, I want to share with you , to debate what is 'compassion'."

"Buddha practitioners are compassionate. I would like to ask you a question. There was a carriage full of kerosene, and sparks accidentally fell on the carriage. The kerosene tank was about to explode soon, and the horses pulling the cart went berserk. , if the carriage is not taken away, the people on the street will be killed or injured, and the street will be maimed or destroyed.”

"There are two ways to leave, one leads to the forbidden area, and the other leads to the field. There is a lake in the forbidden area, which is a well-known dangerous place, but at this time there are a dozen naughty children playing there; the other field, There is a filial boy who cultivates and sows instead of his father who suffered from leg problems."

"There are only these two choices. You are the driver of the carriage, an ordinary driver, without cultivation, you can't stop the fire by yourself, and there are no practitioners around who can help. May I ask everyone, which road will you choose?"

What he asked was "everyone", but he only looked at Master Xuanming.

Master Xuan Ming frowned slightly.

This is a dilemma, the conditions are fixed, and both parties are human lives.How can the weight of life be judged on which side has more people and which side has fewer people?

Seeing that Xuanming did not speak, he said again: "It is difficult to choose between people, but there is an ancient saying that they cut their flesh and fed it to the tiger. The Buddha gave up his body to feed the tiger, and he became a Buddha after his body died. The tiger eats a full meal, and the people in the mountains have a safe meal." , but when the tiger is hungry again, it will pounce on the people in the mountains again when it is extremely hungry. In this way, is the death of the Buddha useless?"

"The death of the Buddha, is it the false compassion of fulfilling one's own selfishness to fulfill one's selfish desires, or is it the great compassion of firmly believing that all living beings are equal, that man is a living being, and a tiger is a living being, weighing the two and simply sacrificing oneself to cross the tiger?"

As soon as this question came out, the already quiet Sun Moon Square was completely silent, but after a while, someone said: "Buddha is naturally merciful."

The man immediately retorted: "If he is merciful, how could he not think that the tiger will be hungry again after the next meal? He will still eat people when he is hungry?"

"My Buddha is merciful, how can I kill?" A monk from Kutan Temple shook his head and said.

He raised his eyebrows: "Killing a life is also saving a life."

Sitting under the tree, Bie Beilou, who was silent from the beginning to the end, stood up holding the qin, "looked" at the dark-skinned monk wearing a bamboo hat through the white satin in front of his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The two you proposed The problem is full of limitations, no matter what choice you make, you can only sacrifice one side and preserve the other, which is what you said, killing is saving life."

The monk asked him back: "But such problems, don't they happen often in this world?"

"We are practitioners, so these problems can solve both problems." Bie Beilou said, "Using spells to extinguish the fire, capturing the tiger and sending it to a place where there is no one is naturally solvable."

"But what if your ability is not enough for both?"

There was a quarrel in Sun Moon Square.

On the peak, Xiao Man was dressed in plain white, which was extremely eye-catching in the midday sun.He stared at the people and monks in the distance, and asked Yan Wushu softly: "The first question, if you were that ordinary driver, what choice would you make?"

"I choose...Tianjian." Yan Wushu lowered his eyes and said after thinking for a moment.