Uncle Iceberg's Road to Collapse

That was outside the gate of Baihu Temple in the capital 14 years ago.

Shi Quechen met Shi Mianci for the first time.

What Shi Quechen practiced was Kunlun Explanatory Teaching, and what he offered was Yuanshi Tianzun.Because of his proficiency in instrument repair and numeracy, he was regarded as the master of the Great Shun Kingdom.Every July [-]th, during the Obon Festival, Shi Quechen would go out of the palace to preach and preach to the common people on the Taiyou Terrace in the capital, praying for the well-being of all living beings.

That was the end of the sermon on July [-]th, Shi Quechen got up and drove back to the palace, walked past the gate of Baihu Temple, and happened to meet Shi Mianci.

At that time, several monks were dragging a boy by force and dragging him into the monastery.The child was about seven or eight years old, and the long-bearded eminent monk who led him yelled at him not to be presumptuous.Seeing that the teacher was so happy, he opened the curtain of the walking chariot and took a look.

With just one glance, the child who was being dragged by a group of old monks looked up and saw Shi Kechen.

At that moment, the four eyes met, Shi Quechen was slightly stunned, but the child just looked at him quietly.

The man in the chariot was covered in moon white, his eyes were extremely light, and there was a cinnabar mole on his forehead, and the eyelashes of that man were cool and silver.Wherever he is, it seems like a heaven, not like a world.

Although the child being dragged was thin and small, his eyes were as pure black as obsidian, and his calmness was more like that of an octogenarian.But there was an extremely ferocious aura hidden in it.

This kid has excellent bones, skin and skin, and Shi Quechen has always wanted to accept a disciple, but his standards are too strict, and he has never found a suitable candidate. The moment they looked at each other, his heart moved.Shi Quechen was very interested in this child, so he stopped his chariot and listened to the whole story.

"Go!" The old monk was furious: "You must go back to the temple with me today! If you tie me up, you must be tied back to the urn!"

"I won't go back!! I won't be a monk either!" The boy resisted desperately through gritted teeth.

"You can't let this matter go! Come with me!!" The old monk shouted loudly: "You can't let this misfortune of yours poison the world!"

"Tie it back into the urn?"

A very deep and cold male voice came.

For some reason, the voice seemed to have some magical power, but Shi Quechen just said a word, and the noisy scene around fell silent.

Everyone looked at the chariot, but Shi Quechen sneered contemptuously, put down the curtain and said with a sneer: "I saw that the Buddhist scriptures said, "Only save those who are destined", since he has no destiny, why do you have to force him? Those who know know that the eminent monk wants to accept a young novice, and those who don’t know can be abducted by the eminent monk.”

Teacher Quechen is very quiet, and if he can say so many sentences at once, it is either preaching or hurting others.

Although Dashun is free in sects and regards Taoism as the state religion, in the past few years, Buddhist temples have been built on a large scale, and Buddhists have attracted countless good men and women to worship with the four words of "pursuing all living beings". At this time, Buddhism has already become popular.But Taoism, like all immortal sects, accepts disciples based on aptitude and eyesight, and has never been very enthusiastic about good men and believers, so a subtle confrontation has arisen between the two parties.

"Master of the country!" Seeing that it was Shi Kechen's chariot, several monks stepped forward to pay homage.The old abbot clasped his hands together, raised his eyebrows and said solemnly: "Amitabha, the national teacher doesn't know something. This child is a curse of the devil star. If he is left to fend for himself, it will be a disaster for all sentient beings! Get shaved earlier and take him into the temple. With discipline, maybe the world can escape disaster.”

"Oh?" Shi Quechen sneered: "What did he do? He went to the temple and didn't practice Buddhism, but locked him in a urn?"

"He killed people."

The monk pondered for a long time, and finally said in a deep voice.

"Then this matter needs to be managed by the government, so why do you need eminent monks to come forward?" Shi Quechen sneered.

"It's beyond the reach of anyone."

The abbot of Fuhu Temple clasped his hands together.

Shi Quechen looked at the child intently, it was just a doll with good aptitude and extremely smart, Shi Quechen became suspicious, squinted his eyes according to his face, and pinched his fingers to count some fate, but didn't look at it. clues.

"There are six realms in the world, which are transformed by karma in the world. They should be divided into the realms of heaven, humans, animals, evil spirits, hell, and Asura. This child's evil karma, vicious heart, and cold-bloodedness are even worse than Asura's! If you don't control him while he is still young, disasters will happen in the future!" said the old abbot.

"Is there any basis for what you said above?" Shi Quechen asked coldly.

"No." The old monk said frankly, "I don't have any evidence for what I said. The child's evil thoughts are malicious, and the astrolabe numbering technique can't account for it."

"Then how did you know that he is an evil?" Shi Quechen said in a deep voice.

The old monk didn't speak, just clasped his hands together, and began to recite the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra".

Shi Quechen seems to be a very indifferent person, but in fact he has a very sharp personality.He let his temper go, Emperor Shun Jing Cheng originally wanted to give him three points.There are two things this teacher hates the most in his life, one is the monk.

The other one is even worse, the monk who recites scriptures.

As soon as Shi Quechen heard that the monk started chanting sutras, he was ready to run away, but he didn't want the child to shout loudly: "I beg the master of the country to save me! I am willing to serve you tea and clothes! Saddles and horses!"

The teacher was stunned.

"Master Guoshi, don't believe his rhetoric!" The old abbot said: "If he is not under strict supervision, he will definitely bring disaster to the world—"

"What if I rescued you and locked you in the urn?" Shi Quechen asked lightly.

"I would rather live in the urn of the fairy house, the heir of maggots, and not live in the golden palace of the bald donkey, and listen to him barking and chanting sutras!"

Shi Minci scolded.

The sharp-edged teacher Quechen liked these two sentences very much.

Shi Quechen took him back and put him in the side hall of Taiwei Hall to do some cleaning.

Shi Quechen didn't dare to be reckless, although he didn't see any problem with this child, he didn't dare to take it lightly, and if there was any difference, he was determined to get rid of it.

Just like that, the thin and inconspicuous child with bright eyes was beaten in the side hall for three years.

For the past three years, he got up at Yin time every day, and rode a horse to the pool in the tea yard in the hall to pick snow lotus for his teacher Quechen to use as medicine.At the time of the twelfth lunar month, the water in the pond in Tumi courtyard was extremely cold, and the child had sores on his feet from the cold, and he would send flowers to his teacher Quechen every day.

Shi Quechen saw it in his eyes, never said anything, and never paid attention to it.

The real opportunity to accept him as a disciple must start from the Fa Conference of All Nations.

That is the Dharma Conference of All Nations, and all countries will contribute.

In the Dharma meeting, there is a martial arts performance, originally to give the disciples of the immortal sects of various countries a chance to practice martial arts and learn from each other.Now that the Immortal Sect is on the decline, Shi Quechen has only two disciples under his seat, one is devoted to the study of numerology, and the other has just started and is not very capable of fighting.However, the other party came early and prepared.

One of the martial arts performances is the demons of the Pilan Sect.

The Pilan Sect is a branch of the Bon Sect, and with the Bon Sect's mentality and evil cultivation, its power has grown stronger now.The original purpose of coming to the Central Plains was to make a name for himself. The little demon monk of the Pilan Sect, with a few treacherous esoteric instruments, beat Shi Kechen's apprentice to a serious injury, and the other passed out directly.

Jing Chengyuan and Shi Quechen were sitting in the chariot, their faces were extremely stern, but he didn't expect the demon monk of the Pilan Sect to say nothing, and jumped up and down in Shi Quechen's minefield: "I'm really sorry for hurting the high disciple of the national teacher. , but the majestic Shun has no one to fight, it is really a pity."

Shi Quechen turned back to the stands, Shi Quechen pulled out the wooden hairpin, and three thousand silver threads poured down in an instant.Shi Quechen patted the wooden hairpin on the table, and said coldly: "Students from the outer sect, I will give this hairpin to anyone who can face the Pilan demon. Make a wish to me."

Shi Quechen's hairpin is made of Yatan wood, the root of a sandalwood tree that has died for hundreds of years on the edge of the Wanzhang Mountain, and the logger risked his life to get it.This hairpin is very spiritual, and has been born with a spirit.As soon as Shi Quechen said this, all the disciples in the Guoxiang Mansion didn't respond, and everyone was afraid of death, so they didn't speak.

The boy who was cleaning the altar raised his pure black eyes and quietly looked at Shi Kechen.

"May I make a wish?"

the boy asked softly.

The teacher was stunned, and all the disciples outside the hall were also stunned. Everyone looked behind the door, but saw the thin and delicate boy who looked like a girl came out. The boy raised his head and looked at the teacher. But Chen said softly.

The teacher frowned, but didn't speak.

"If I can get a wish from Master Guoshi, I will fight." The boy said.

"You can win? How sure are you?" Shi Que lowered his silver eyelashes, looked at this desperate kid, and raised his eyebrows and said softly.

"not sure."

The boy looked straight at Shi Quechen and said frankly.

"If you can't win, it's good to die on this stage."

"It's good to be a servant, but who wants to be a servant forever?"

Shi Minci said so, put down the rag in his hand, and walked out of the stands firmly.

So half an hour later, the young man covered in blood like a blood gourd crawled back.

The whole house was shocked, and everyone was horrified.

He tremblingly stretched out his bloody hand, and grabbed the Yatan hairpin.

"Does the national teacher... what he said... still count?"

The boy has almost lost one eye, half of the eyeball has been detached from the socket, and there are strands of blood vessels on his face... He raised his swollen face, and he even changed his appearance after being beaten, but only the black In the pupils, there is still such silence.

It was so quiet and peaceful that it was impossible to tell that he had just killed a living person.

Everyone didn't dare to speak loudly, and looked at the weeping and mourning Pilan Sect eminent monk in the martial arts arena in horror.

That little demon monk, whose cultivation was far superior to that of Shi's compassion, began to unilaterally beat the boy sadistically until he lost one of his eyes.Just as he was getting carried away, the boy counterattacked!First, he broke the boy's magic weapon alive!And strangled with both arms as locks!This battle that was supposed to be a fight turned into an extremely brutal fight!Just when the venerables on both sides were about to stop him, the boy suddenly let go!

The little demon monk had exhausted his strength, he rushed down and fell off the martial arts platform, twisting his neck.

The demon monk of the Pilan Sect was finally judged to have died of an accident.

Shi Quechen knew at that time that maybe the eminent monk next to Fuhu Temple three years ago was right.

This child's calmness, obsession, ruthlessness, and depth of hiding are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.Even though he hated the demon monks of the Pilan Sect to the extreme, Shi Quechen never thought of killing them.However, the words have been spoken in public, and the words of the national teacher are worth a thousand gold, and he has no way out at this moment.

"If it's not too much, I can agree."

Shi Quechen cautiously added another sentence.

The boy covered in blood couldn't hold on anymore, he smiled softly, and said with his last strength:

"I want you……"

After that, he passed out completely.

Before Shi Quechen could hear what the child said, the boy passed out holding the sandalwood hairpin. He was stunned for a while, but the inner disciples reminded him whether this child wanted him to be his master... After all He has been in the National Teacher's Mansion for three years, but he hasn't even become an outer disciple in the past three years.Shi Quechen was stunned, if that's the case, it's not impossible.It's just that this child is too thoughtful, so he must be strictly guarded when he enters the gate.

Shi Minci slept for five days before waking up leisurely.As soon as he woke up, he saw Shi Quechen before the collapse.

Shi Quechen healed his eyes, but he looked quite relaxed, Shi Quechen looked down at him and said softly: "The sentence you didn't finish before you fainted, do you want me to be your master?" ?”

The boy froze for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said, "...Yes."

"In this case, I will give you a name: Mercy."

The boy on the bed was stunned, looking at the jade bone cloud shirt, the fairy with silver hair and long eyelashes trembled.

"Your surname will follow my surname from now on. May these two words be able to suppress your evil spirit! Mercy, once you enter my door, you must never commit murder again, be vicious and fierce! You need to do it every day!" Yishan, benevolent and merciful, wash away your evil spirit! Otherwise, I will clean up the door!"

At that time, Shi Minci's injury was not healed, and his left eye had just been healed by Shi Quechen, he didn't say anything, stood up tremblingly, gritted his teeth, took the sandalwood hairpin, bowed, and said something solemnly.

"Thank you, Master."

Shi Minci officially became Shi Kechen's disciple.

It's just that less than half a month after becoming his apprentice, something happened in Fuhu Temple.

The Fuhu Temple caught fire, and the entire temple was burned to a pile of fly ash, and hundreds of monks all passed away.

There is no fly ash left.

However, Shi Minci had sufficient alibi. On that day, half of the people in the National Teacher's Mansion could testify for him, so he stayed in the National Teacher's Mansion obediently and never went out.

Shi Minci has been a servant at Shi Kechen's place for three years, and has never seen him lose control of his emotions.Shi Quechen is indifferent and quiet at all times, as if nothing in the world has anything to do with him.

But that day, he was so angry that he grabbed Shi Mianci by the collar. It was the first time Shi Mianci saw his master's angry expression from such a close distance.

The silver-white eyelashes of the Banished Immortal trembled slightly, and the aura that had always been admirable became chaotic due to anger.

Shi Quechen didn't even ask why, and slapped Shi Mianci with his hands.

"I just want to ask you, is the disaster at Fuhu Temple related to you!?" Master Quechen scolded angrily.

Shi Minci didn't stand still, fell to the ground with stars in his eyes, but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Master, do you think I did it?" Shi Minci raised his head, looking straight at the silver-haired fairy's angry eyes and slightly trembling Adam's apple.

"I'm asking you! Is this matter related to you!!"

Shi Quechen asked angrily.

"So Master thinks, it's related."

Shi Minci smiled miserably.

In the next second, the Taoist leader pulled out the Yatan hairpin from the hairpin. Although the Yatan is made of wood, the head of the hairpin is sharper than a dagger!Shi MiCi's three thousand blue silks were dragging the ground, but his eyes, which were neither sad nor happy, seemed to be soaked in water, and a lot of grievances overflowed, he said so, but his hands were firm and terrifying.

"Since the master believes that it is me, then I deserve to die."

"Don't bother Master."

"I'm going to kill myself."

At that moment, the teacher panicked.

In this game without gunpowder, Shi Quechen was defeated.

When the cliff sandalwood hairpin pierced Shi Mici's chest, and the moment blood gushed out, Shi Quechen admitted that he had lost.

The fairy heart, which has always been unhindered, rippled like a spring.

At that moment, all emotions became ropes that could be controlled by others.

Even though Master Quechen had the ability to reach the sky, he was all bound in locks.

The person who was tricked was his apprentice.

The author has something to say: In fact, put aside the moral and practical perspectives.

I quite like the character design of Shi Minci.

Tsundere and gloomy, all the sunshine is forged for the person she likes.

如果不是后来……原本他可以伪造一辈子。感谢在2021-04-1913:52:10~2021-04-2201:41:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece of dust;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!