Good news, the elder is gone

As the saying goes, the big hermit hides in the city, the more Xue Wangliu doesn't want to be recognized, the more he wants to make big news.

He stood on the stage and stabbed 999, and told everyone below that if he was a monk, he would kill me.However, when someone really comes up, within three moves, he, the villain, will definitely be knocked off the stage.

In fact, Xue Wangliu felt a little ashamed when he saw the kid being beaten to the bum by him, after all, he was indeed a bully.So except for the blood-clothed Taoist, Xue Wangliu showed mercy to the other monks and did not see any blood.

He sat cross-legged on the ring and waited for the next kid to come on stage, but he was thinking about the origin of that blood-clothed Taoist just now, and why his name sounded so familiar to him.

Just now, when he directly stabbed someone's dantian with a knife, he found that his dantian was not a golden elixir, but a nascent soul.And it's still a late-stage Nascent Soul, but it's a pity that it fell into his own hands, and even the Nascent Soul was split in half.

Every time the rookie daoists will lower their cultivation bases and want to fish in troubled waters, but it is the first one to be such a killer on stage and off stage. I heard that the monks who just fought against this blood-clothed Taoist are now seriously injured, and two of them are already dead. I can be regarded as revenge for them.

Xue Wangliu sat on the stage and waited for a while, seeing that there were many people watching but no one came up to the stage, he clicked his tongue and said, "Since no one came, then I won't fight."

He was about to step off the stage with the knife on his back, but he heard a slow voice.

Looking back, I saw a man dressed as a sackcloth Confucian came up to the stage, bent over and cupped his hands at him and said: "This cultivator stays behind, Yan Zhiyu is in the Sun Moon Academy, please enlighten me."

If casual cultivators dare not come, then everyone from the sect will send people to play.

There is an unwritten rule in the Rookie Daoist Association, that is, casual cultivators fight with casual cultivators, and Zongmen disciples fight with Zongmen disciples. This is generally the case, but this year there are more variables, and everyone is not so consciously following this rule. Regulation.

On the contrary, when Xue Wangliu saw the people from Sun Moon Academy coming up, his head started to hurt, and he recalled the fear of being ruled by Taoism.

Most of the monks of Sun Moon Academy are talented and talented scholars. If Xu Jiqing's level is the best in the school, then their reading level is the group of provincial champions.

It is the existence of this group of people that has directly raised the average education level in the cultivation world.In view of the fact that there are a large group of people in the cultivation world who were not able to study in the past, although everyone looks bright on the surface, there are many people who are illiterate behind the scenes.

Sun Moon Academy consciously shoulders the heavy responsibility of literacy. Other sects recruit mortals as apprentices, and they recruit monks as students, especially for sword and knife cultivators who rely on muscle memory and epiphany to practice. very high.

And Xue Wangliu's current identity as a knife repairman is their main focus.

Yan Zhiyu was smiling, looking at Xue Wangliu's appearance as if he was looking at the KPI of admissions that he was about to achieve. With this figure and this attire, he was not a scholar at first glance.

"Your Excellency competes with me. If I win, you don't need to give me the token in your hand. You only need to go back to Sun Moon Academy with me to read March's book." Yan Zhiyu said.

The people in the audience are used to seeing the mandatory enrollment of Sun Moon Academy, and they have already begun to bet on whether Miao Sandao will also go to Sun Moon Academy for further studies.

In fact, even if Miao Sandao wins, the people of Sun Moon Academy will stalk you until you go to study.

Xue Wangliu understood the Sun Moon Academy's tricks too well, and immediately cupped his hands and said, "I won't fight with you, and I won't go to Sun Moon Academy with you to study, and ask this master to let me go, and I'll leave now."

Xue Wangliu, the mighty truant, ran away after finishing his speech. Without any ambiguity, he got off the ring and rushed into the crowd. Yan Zhiyu on the stage was stunned for two seconds before catching up, and shouted: "This repairman! Or don't run away! It doesn't matter if you don't have money, we don't charge tuition!"

"There is no tuition fee, let alone go! My mother said that cheap goods are not good!" Xue Wangliu turned around and said, running faster.

I am not afraid that Sun Moon Academy charges fees, but I am afraid that it does not charge fees.Because if there is no charge, they will be eyeing you and want to take you as a disciple. Although Xue Wangliu switched from Huahanzong, a private company, he is not willing to start as a section member with the establishment of Sun Moon Academy.

Anyway, just run!

Worried about not revealing his strength, Xue Wangliu got away from the crowd by turning around and turning around. He sat on the tree and gasped a little, and murmured: "It's weird, why are the Confucianism cultivators in this academy like this?" You can run, but you can’t get rid of them by jumping on a tree.”

Ding Hong stood on his tree and chirped twice to laugh at him, Xue Wangliu sighed, and asked in a low voice, "Has Nian Shu entered the bookstore?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Xue Wangliu jumped down from the tree, clapped his hands and was about to find a place to rest, when he heard the echo of the bell, telling all the monks that the first day of the group arena was over.

At dusk and sunset, the birds were startled for a while, and the Buddhist monks in the Buddhist scripture pavilion had already started to light the lamps and put on insect-repelling herbs. Some people were knocking on wooden fish, but they were a little absent-minded.

And Nian Shu was sitting between the deepest bookcases on the fifth floor of the Book Pavilion, slowly turning over a page of the book in his hand, when his eyes flashed suddenly, he saw a light like a bean on the table in front of him.

There was a sound of wooden fish in his ears, and the book in front of him turned into black and white. Nian Shu paused, and raised his hand to stroke the pages of the book. Fifteen days had passed since the last time he saw something.

He blinked his eyes and subconsciously got up to look for Xue Wangliu, but suddenly paused, remembering that he fell into the darkness again with just a quick glance last time, and he might have lost sight when he found the master.

Thinking of this, Nian Shu slowly sat back on the chair and looked around at the left and right bookshelves.The sunlight outside the window dazzled his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to block it, but felt that this felt fresh, and the sunlight was dazzling, but he couldn't help staring at it more.

Suddenly there was a sigh, Nian Shu was taken aback, and subconsciously turned around, only to find that behind him was a bookcase full of books, and there was no one there.He subconsciously grasped the black jade stick by the table, but there was another sigh.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the voice came from his own body, and it seemed that only he could hear it.

"Who are you?" Nian Shu asked.

But the sigh didn't sound again, and the darkness returned to Nianshu's eyes.He froze for a moment, suddenly lost in his heart, and released his spiritual power to continue reading.

There are too many scriptures here, and he might not be able to read them all without sleeping for five days.I can only write down as much as possible, and slowly ponder the truth of the period in the future.

The closed pages of the book were opened again, and he only glanced at the words on the book, and suddenly his world was spinning, and his eyes were full of strange things, as if thousands of people were sitting beside him reciting scriptures.

There were no emotional ups and downs in that voice, no unnecessary pauses, and thousands of words came from different scriptures, pouring into his mind one by one, as if turning Nian Shu's mind upside down.

He wanted to cover his head, but he couldn't move his body. He could only sit under the sunset and twilight, listening to the Sanskrit sound that no one else could hear.

The candlelight flickered in front of him, a golden light gradually appeared on Nianshu's body, and the sky seemed to turn over again.

For a while, he was eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha in the nameless temple, knocking on the wooden fish that no one came to listen to, and for a while he stood in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, chanting sutras for the dead.At one time, he was wearing golden robes and five Buddha crowns. He was sitting on the resplendent lotus throne, saying to the human beings that love, desire, greed and hatred are all vain. At another time, he was dressed in rags and walked barefoot with a broken wooden stick in the mundane world. In the mud of suffering and misery, let the hem of the clothes be stained with mortal soil.

The misfortune and disaster that was expected, but in the next second it turned into what everyone imagined in the dream of the world of mortals.

He passed by a happy family reunion, and stepped on a dilapidated courtyard full of moonlight. These have nothing to do with him, but they seem to have something to do with him.The lights and shadows around the body swayed, and the sound of chanting Buddha continued, as if to say that the world is suffering, and everyone is suffering, so that people should not practice this life, but only cultivate the next life.

Hope to do all the good things in this life, and not to suffer in the next life.

Nianshu was in a daze, as if the beggar passing by just now was him, and the monk walking forward on crutches now seemed to be him, but it didn't seem to be him.

But now he is the one who is chanting scriptures, and he is the one who is weeping,

Every word of the scriptures chanted in his ears seemed to be engraved in his mind, as if he had read it thousands of times by heart, so that he could not forget it, and he dared not forget it.

Another beggar passed by, the beggar fell to the ground, his outstretched hands were covered with frostbite, Nian Shu took a look but couldn't stop.Another blind man passed by with crutches and was about to hit a carriage. Nian Shu took a look but couldn't stop him.

This went on and on, one person after another was about to die before his eyes, and he could do nothing but get angry, until finally his heart became numb, and he stood on the sidelines, seeing what he saw as if he had never seen it.

Until another beggar fell in front of him, the beggar looked up and was still blind.Nianshu's heart was shocked, and he subconsciously felt that it was him.

He saw his hands scratching the bloodstains on the ground, heard him calling mother in pain, he felt the same pain, and the golden light flowing around him wanted to urge him to move forward, but Nian Shu's pace still slowed down.

But before he could stop, someone had already walked to the side of the beggar.

The snow fell on Xue Wangliu's black hair. He stood beside the beggar in a light yellow cloak, bent down and stretched out his hand. Like five years ago, he carefully helped the beggar on the ground.

At this moment, the golden light flowing on Nianshu's body suddenly stopped, and his footsteps finally stopped.He looked at himself who was being lifted up by the master, and suddenly laughed.

If he cannot save himself, Master will definitely come to save him.

A sigh sounded, and all the light and shadow in front of his eyes were blown away by a gust of wind, leaving only the sound of chanting in his ears, as if he wanted to recite all the scriptures in the world for him.

A drop of candle tears slowly fell, and the monk knocking on the wooden fish outside was still a little absent-minded. No one knew what happened to Nianshu in this corner.

The bell rang and stopped, stopped and rang again. Four days in a row, Nian Shu was having an unknown brainstorming in the corner, while Xue Wangliu was fighting wits and bravery with Sun Moon Academy outside, hiding in Tibet and taking the stage Perform full martial arts with others.

When the last person was kicked out, Xue Wangliu, the twice-cooked meat, finally took the last train and became the No.10 low-ranking debut of this rookie Taoism.

He heaved a sigh of relief, put the knife back into its sheath, and ran away before the lunatic from Sun Moon Academy came. He had just jumped off the stage and took two steps when a faint smell of blood suddenly came from his nose.

Looking back, he found that it turned out to be the blood-clothed Taoist who was stabbed by himself, staggering on the road with a face full of resentment, heading for a place where no one was around.

Why haven't you left yet?

Xue Wangliu frowned, thought for a while before giving the gift later, turned around and chased after the blood-clothed Taoist.

The author says:

Why is Nianshu's memory so strong?

Because he ate memory bread!

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That's right, Ding Hong's name comes from Heding (Ding) Hong

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