Heaven is fearless

Wei Lou stayed in Tianguan City for three days. After leaving all the foreign merchants behind, he set off to return to the Far East. In the ring of pearls, it burns day and night.

The witch master is seriously ill, and all important matters are handed over to Yugou. She and Ayousang are orphans in the clan. They grew up with the witch master since they were young. Their loyalty is beyond doubt, so they said that the high priest is slowly recovering. , no one doubted.

Ayousang held a pot of moonlight flowers sent by the clan, and placed it in the window. There were already dozens of pots of flowers of various colors by the window, which were in full bloom.

After she put down the flower pot, she stood there for a while, and in front of her was a carved wooden door, as long as she opened the door, she could see the high priest, but...

"Ayousang? What are you doing standing here?"

Ayousang was shocked, and turned her head in panic. Yougou stood behind her, frowning slightly.

"I..." Ayousang wanted to say something, but felt that there was nothing to say.

It was impossible for them to hand over the person to a strange ghost king so simply, asking and confirming repeatedly, until they confirmed the specific process and confirmed that it was feasible, then they agreed to the ghost king's request wholeheartedly.

——Don’t ask, don’t look, don’t interfere.

Before he comes out, do nothing, just wait every day.

The ghost king had been in for three days, and Ayousang had been hanging around the door in fear for three days. Not to mention her, even the steady Yougou appeared much more frequently.

Yougou saw what she was thinking, and turned to let out a sigh, with calm and firm eyes: "We have no way out, since we have decided to do this, then trust him."

They waited for another month, and in the last few days, Ayousang just sat cross-legged at the door and stared at the door all day, with a knife in his right hand and a jug of wine in his left.

Her thinking was clear and straightforward. If the high priest is cured, then she will entertain the ghost king with wine. If he can't cure the high priest and wants to sneak away, she will chop off the bastard's head and let him die with the high priest!

Extremely unreasonable, defensive, and barbaric, but Ayousang just doesn't want to change.

"squeak--"

The sound of the wooden door opening was as light as a hallucination, and Ayousang didn't react for a while, until the soft black hem scraped against the ground and dragged out, she suddenly woke up, jumped up from the ground, her right hand holding the knife fainted slightly. slippery, but her mood and voice are unprecedented calm.

"How is the High Priest?"

The ghost king, who has a more beautiful appearance than a woman, raised his chin. His lips were an extremely ominous red, as if he had sucked the blood of a stranger. The eyes on the pale ghostly face were deep and dark. When he heard Ah You Sang's question, he leaned lazily against the door frame with folded arms, and suddenly laughed.

There is a cold poison in this smile, lining his thinner cheeks than before, like a glamorous painted skin ghost smiling at her, his eyes swept away from the long knife in her hand: "Your Patience is the only thing? It’s courageous enough to go to heaven.”

When Mr. Xiyi is in a bad mood, he will speak very sharply and mercilessly: "I remember I told you a long time ago that this is only the first step, split the soul, and use the life of a mortal to continue life. Be careful, you don't listen to what I say, right? I want to return you a complete Tianheng in three days, will you?"

He let out a sneer from his nasal cavity: "You want it, but I dare not give it to you."

Ayousang didn't care about his ridicule at all, and asked eagerly, "Then where are we now?"

Mr. Xiyi stared at her for a while, and didn't bother to yell at her: "The soul has been separated, the next step is to find a mortal with a suitable fate, and let Tianheng live another life in the mortal world."

Ayou Sang thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Before, when the High Priest had such a serious illness, although it was not as serious as this time, Yugou and I thought he would not be able to survive. But every time, in the He always wakes up when we're desperate."

The Ghost King leaned against the door frame without any change in expression, and responded perfunctorily: "Oh, really."

The more Ayousang talked, the more he felt that his guess might be correct, and his voice became more certain: "Yougou is the most skilled medical practitioner in the Wu clan, even she doesn't understand what happened, the previous few times...is it right? related to you?"

Mr. Xiyi stood up straight, with a trace of laziness and boredom on his expression: "Is it related to me? It sounds like I'm pretty good."

He stabbed Ayousang lightly, as if denying her guess, and then changed the subject: "The world is peaceful and prosperous now, no matter you are a rich man or an official, you can live a good life, this Candidates, you choose, or I choose?"

Ayousang always felt that this was not what he was going to talk about, or that the arrogant ghost king had no intention of handing over the selection of mortals to them from the beginning to the end, but just picked up a topic in a haste.

However, the option he proposed made Ayousang hesitate for a moment.

No matter how easy the ghost king said, what he was doing was essentially taking away, taking the life of an innocent mortal, and extending the life of Tianheng Xingjun for a while.

Seizing homes is a taboo in heaven and earth. Those who use this kind of forbidden technique are vicious and desperate to survive. It is not a big deal for them to kill a few mortals. Attention, they will also try to keep a low profile, not to contaminate the blood of the powerful family, but to seize those abandoned children.

But the witch master is different. He is a cultivator, and he will be held accountable by the heavens for taking the life of a mortal for no reason. If he uses the status of a poor family, Ayousang believes that the witch tribe can find ways to do everything possible for him. To cover up the aura of heaven, if you borrow the child of a rich and powerful family...

Those who can be reincarnated into good families are those who have accumulated virtue in their previous lives. The way of heaven judges their achievements, gives them a better life, and protects them to live a smooth life. Such people have their fates occupied. How can it be so easy to cover up the past? of?

Mr. Xiyi saw what Ayousang was hesitating at a glance, and was a little embarrassed.

He couldn't say that all he had to do to find Tianheng's fate was to let the law pinch another incarnation, and it wouldn't involve any matter of seizing the house, would it?

He couldn't tell the real reason, and he couldn't leave Ayousang who was full of doubts alone, so he decided to borrow the pot that Yuan Hua gave him again.

The glamorous ghost king slightly tilted his head, half of his face was hidden in the shadow cast by the door leaf, and half of his face was illuminated by the twilight, like a thorny and poisonous rose growing out of the mud and swamp, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were all dark. Flowing with intoxicating and fragrant honey: "I said I can save him, but of course I won't leave him any hidden danger."

"To deceive Heaven, of course, it needs to be done by the ghost king who is full of nonsense." He raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and showed a smile. Its skin, its white face was covered with scarlet blood, its smiling face was ferocious and terrifying, and it wanted to drag all living things down to Avici Hell.

Ayousang's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. For a moment, she crazily regretted handing over the high priest to this evil ghost.

——Yes, evil ghost, no matter how harmless he appears, no matter how infatuated and unrepentant he is, isn’t his essence a fierce ghost?

Everyone knows that the words of an evil ghost must never be believed. There are many lies, and he dares to deceive even the world. What else can he not dare to do?

Even if it was for the high priest, the ferocious nature displayed by the ghost king still made Ayousang feel frightened for a moment.

"I will bring him back properly." Jun Xiyi's smile only appeared for a moment, and then he said softly as if nothing had happened, "I will make his life safe and smooth, and he will He was the only son in the family, enjoying thousands of favors, wealth, official fortune, and finally died without any illness."

When he said this, his voice was extremely slow and gentle, but the meaning inside made the hairs on Ayousang's back stand on end.

He didn't mention the marriage and heirs of the high priest. Ayousang's intuition told her not to mention this issue: "The only son in the family? The high priest doesn't like to do things the most. If the only son is an only son, he has to inherit the family business or something... There is a brother with him Will it be better when I grow up—”

Her voice softened in the ghost king's suddenly cold gaze, and the two looked at each other from a short distance away. Ayousang saw something blatant and terrifying in his eyes, and waited for a moment in horror, then Hearing the ghost king's good voice, he refused without doubt: "No."

Mr. Xiyi is still like a willful child, when he talks about something he doesn't accept, he repeatedly resists with words, briskly and firmly: "I don't want it. Why should someone grow up with him? Are you afraid that he will be bored alone? ? I'll go see him."

The ghost king thought for a while: "He doesn't like working...but I don't like it either, ah yes, let his father live as long as possible."

He said this lightly, Ayousang opened his mouth to say something, but found that he had nothing to say.

After the ghost king uttered these words, even if the man and woman were dead and became living corpses, they would "survive" like individuals.

If you don't look at the hidden things in the ghost king's words, then such an arrangement couldn't be more perfect. Ayousang admitted that even if the witch clan worked together, it might not be able to do so well.

The power of the ghost king cannot be easily guessed. He paid such a high price for the high priest to conceal the way of heaven. What reward does he want to get from the high priest?

Ayousang, who had always been complacent about everything, was rarely panicked by this.

The panic was only short-lived, and the idea of ​​wanting the high priest to live surpassed everything. On an ordinary night, three figures quietly left the brightly lit dangerous building and galloped towards the southeast of the vast and boundless mainland.

On the southeast coast, the sea area is vast, and the floating islands are like pearls. The emerald islands are connected into beautiful chains like beads on the blue sea. The king of Dong'a, who is entrenched in several cities along the southeast coast, gave birth to eleven princesses. At the age of forty, the birth of his only son was ushered in.

Because there is no heir to inherit the throne, the imperial court's edict to withdraw the vassal is about to be issued. On the eve before this fatal edict is about to reach the southeast coast, the birth of this child is like a life-saving straw for the entire southeast fiefdom. The child is not yet full moon. Ah Wang handed over the memorial, requesting that the child be crowned as the prince's son, and asked the emperor to give him a name.

Seeing that the opportunity to take back such a large piece of land slipped through his fingers, the emperor was desperate and helpless. He could only press his mind and follow the usual practice. king.

The name of this newly born little son was quickly recorded on the jade plate, clearly in three block letters:

Yan Tianheng.

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On the same day that Yan Tianheng was born, the gate of the Pure Land Buddhist Sect was opened, and the dilapidated but clean ancient clock hanging behind the temple was rang. In front of the body, recite the Buddha's name.

Pure Land Buddhist Sect is the most powerful sect of Buddhism, just like Taisu Sword Sect's status in Immortal Dao, the history of Pure Land Buddhist Sect may be as long as it.

But Buddhist monks have always been the spokespersons of "it's okay, it doesn't matter, forget it", they have no aggressiveness at all, they just squat peacefully on their futons every day, recite scriptures, comprehend and comprehend the Dharma, and go down the mountain regularly Due to fate, the sense of existence is extremely low, such a famous sect comparable to Taisu Sword Sect, has become a little transparent in the cultivation world.

As long as the Buddhist practice is not mentioned, no one will think of them, but as long as the Buddhist practice is mentioned, the Pure Land Buddhism must be the first.

Even the sects of Pure Land Buddhism have a very casual attitude.

There are sparse weeds growing in front of the gate, and the mountain gate is also normal. The temple building is a little dusty, and some tiles are peeling off at the corners. A monk is sitting on the roof with a new tile in his hand, as if he is going to repair it. On the roof, but sitting there staring at the sky in a daze, I don’t know how long he stayed there, and none of the monks who came and went wanted to remind him to work.

In short, except for the old trees growing in various courtyards, this ancient temple is no different from any temple, but it looks even more desolate because of the lack of glorious plaques.

The mountain gate opened, and an old monk with white beard and hair came out. His back was straight and his eyes were drooping. He was exquisite, revealing a childlike innocence and simplicity. The corners of his cassock were slightly worn On the edge, the tin rod bumped against the stone steps, knocking out a gap in the stone.

He looked at the gap and clicked his mouth in pain: "Amitabha, I have sinned, I have to mend the steps again."

Pure Land Buddhism doesn't like to decorate the facade, but it doesn't matter if the facade is too ugly, so I don't know which abbot has given the rules, the steps have to be repaired if there are five big gaps, and the beams have to be repaired if ten tiles are lost. When the Zen stick went down, it just hit the fifth gap.

The abbot was heartbroken for two seconds, and the little novice who was sweeping the floor turned his head, and suddenly said "ah", and happily raised his finger down the mountain: "Abbot! It's the little master uncle who has returned!"

This wonderful seniority represents only one person in the entire Pure Land Buddhism.

——Buddhist son wandering outside.

In the misty mist in the mountains and forests, a pale figure emerged from the mountain path. He was tall and tall, and he touched the ground with a magic wand in his hand. After a short time, he walked from the end of the mountain path to the mountain gate. forward.

The young monk who walked over had a beautiful and elegant appearance, like a young man raised by a wealthy family. His brows and eyes were full of innocence and ignorance of the world. There was a mole of Guanyin on the center of his brow, and there was a natural smile on the corner of his mouth. Everyone he saw was reserved and gentle. The smiling appearance is amiable.

"Abbot, I'm back." Fozi's voice was also gentle and serene, and the speed of his speech was unhurried, naturally carrying a calm and solemn fairy air.

The little novice looked at him with admiration, and smiled with eyebrows crooked: "Little Master Uncle!"

The Buddha smiled at him, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the abbot's unnatural expression at the moment, looked around, and his eyes fell on the landing point of the Zen stick: "..."

"Abbot, you broke the steps again." He pointed out the problem straightforwardly.

The abbot muttered: "This is the way of practice that my Buddha told me."

The Buddha sighed tenderly and compassionately, and put his palms together like a stream of kindness: "Amitabha, since it is the abbot's fate, then the holy life will not disturb the abbot."

He said that he would not bother if he didn't bother, turned his head and walked faster than anyone else, and disappeared at the door in the blink of an eye.

The abbot looked at his back, blew his beard and stared and hummed twice: "Send him his little apprentice, both of them are not fuel-efficient lamps, let them toss each other."