Drink Cang Records

According to the general development of the plot, if a person wakes up and feels as if his whole body has been run over by a car, then there are only two situations... Either he was beaten up, or he was fucked.

When Mu Qingyang woke up, the above two bloody conditions did not occur, but the position of the back of the head was still vaguely similar to the dull pain of waking up from a hangover. When he touched his back, it was not like the one he had slept on for more than ten years. On the rosewood bed, a hard pebble came out.

... When did he come to the wild?

The feeling on the surface was not the same as before, and the eye-sealing spell cloth had disappeared at some point. Mu Qingyang was at a loss for a moment, until he felt the familiar smell of logs beside him, like the sun-baked logs in the afternoon, before turning back. god.

"my eyes……"

"It's okay, you treat it as an illusion here. If you can't control the power and hurt someone for a while, it's just an illusion to you."

When Mu Qing raised his head, he saw a person walking in a thin red mist at first sight. He was stunned for a moment, and his clear eyes were involuntarily filled with this figure.

"Where is this place..." Called out, Mu Qing lowered his eyes again and said, "I just came out of that strange dream of Buddhist cultivation, why did I enter another illusion?"

"Of course it's for business. If I took the things from the demon monk, I'll pay you both money and money." As soon as he reached out to lift Mu Qingyang, Cang Sang said expressionlessly, "I asked you to read so many books, but you are partial to me. The pedantic Confucianism, if you don't let you experience what reality is, you will soon suffer from the second disease."

"What kind of disease is the second disease..."

"A teenager's extreme self-pretentiousness in order to find a sense of existence is a terminal illness. As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two diseases. This noble and glamorous symptom can only be enjoyed by me alone, so you don't need to participate."

...Ah, what he said is so reasonable that I can't even refute it.

Fortunately, as he grew older, Mu Qingyang had a grasp of his inborn weird ability to make the other party's blood freeze when he saw a living thing. Now that the restriction has been lifted, and when he meets someone with a relatively deep cultivation base, at most he can only let him People just feel cold.

Even so, in order not to hurt others, Mu Qingyang had to lower her eyes and walk by the hem of Cangsang's clothes along the way.Leaving the place of residence, he stumbled a little and almost bumped into him.

The person leading the way finally lost his patience. He glanced back at him, sighed, pulled the white hair that was draped behind him to his shoulders, and lowered his body.

"Come up."

"...Ah?" Mu Qingyang took half a beat to understand what he meant, and it seemed as if the string had been broken.

Cangsang said with displeasure: "In the future, I will be too old to walk, and you will have to carry me for a long time. I will let you take advantage of it now."

The touch in my heart flew away immediately, and Mu Qingyang was not polite, "Why do you always dislike suffering so much?"

"Because I'm a debt collector. If you owe me, I'll take it back... Don't strangle me, I'm very fragile."

"Eating and sleeping every day, you should lose weight..."

"Don't just imitate the decadent culture of other interfaces, you will be lucky if you are fatter."

……

Chatting like this again and again, it didn't take long before an ancient Buddhist temple appeared in this wasteland. It was a bit desolate, but the Sanskrit writing on both sides of the temple gate showed that this ancient temple was not an ordinary place. .

Sure enough, as soon as they stepped within a hundred feet, two monks with sticks suddenly appeared, with their staffs turned sideways, they said expressionlessly: "This place is the forbidden area of ​​Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain. If the benefactor goes further, don't blame the poor monk for offending."

Cangsang glanced at them, put down Mu Qingyang, and said solemnly: "Qingyang, look at these two masters..."

Mu Qing looked up and said, "I can beat it."

Cang Sang then turned his head and said, "Baldy donkey, make way."

The two bald donkeys froze for a moment, as if they had never seen someone turn their backs so quickly, and immediately glared, but even though Cang Sang was a war scum, Mu Qingyang also had a brother who was crazy about fighting.The two monks approached like iron towers in front of them, and suddenly they met Mu Qingyang's pair of dark pupils that suddenly raised up, and there seemed to be a thick darkness spreading in the eyes, soaking the entire white of the eyes like ink in an instant.

At the next moment, the two monks shook their heads, shook their bodies, faced each other stiffly and punched each other hard, and then fell down with a bang.

After the work was over, Mu Qing looked back and saw that Cang Sang had already passed him to unlock the ancient temple's restriction. Cang Sang's method of removing the restriction was very weird. He just put his hand on the restriction, and then those murderous runes began to appear like rapid Withered flowers tend to disintegrate quickly... Without chanting mantras and making handprints, Mu Qingyang has never read any related techniques in the classics, but only vaguely feels that it gives people a particularly bad feeling.

"This prohibition looks extraordinary, how come it is in your hands like a failure?"

"No matter how extraordinary it is, it's just a mortal man-made creature. No matter how far a mortal's eyes can see, they may not be able to see the whole picture of the mountains and rivers. So never take yourself too seriously."

Mu Qingyang stopped talking, and quietly watched the thick layer of Buddhist shackles peel off layer by layer. After the last layer of weak golden barrier failed for a while, the spiritual light dimmed, and the moment the restriction collapsed, a strange vibration emanated from the entire Buddhist temple. , Immediately there was a rumbling sound under the feet, and the Buddhist temple collapsed into what seemed to be a bottomless pit, and a deep and huge pit suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the pit, twelve Buddha's words in the void were heavily chained to a scarred figure, and every time the Buddha's words flashed, a scorched bone mark was left on his body.

Mu Qingyang was startled, and instantly saw a familiar figure on the trapped person, and asked later, "This is... Rong Yang?"

"It's hard for me to define exactly which time period Rong Yang is, but obviously, it's the one you saw last night."

Then Mu Qingyang saw Cangsang step by step as if walking on invisible steps, ignoring tens of thousands of enchantments of Buddha's words, and reaching out to touch the forehead of Rong Yang who looked like a corpse.

"Since I'm here, I'm saying that I won't ask for your opinion on whether you agree to sacrifice the years. It's a pity that you don't have the chance to reincarnate, but I'm happy to hear what you regret at this moment."

The man who looked like a corpse slowly raised his head, his ferocious face was as calm as ever, and his voice murmured in a frosty voice: "I never...regret it."

"Of course, the word regret has always been born for irreversible things."

Under the moonlight, the whispered Buddhist chant sounded, and the Buddha's light dimmed for a moment, and the darkness engulfed it...

"Amitabha……"

Mu Qingyang couldn't get rid of Rong Yang's fan chant that was knocking on his heart at that time... It was as if under the benevolent voice, his heart seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, slowly losing its freshness.

"No wonder he's going to be locked up. What this demon monk wants to save is not only people's hearts, but also human lives..." Cang Sang returned to Mu Qingyang's side at some point, glanced at Mu Qingyang whose eyes were a little blank, and sneered : "I don't have a soul-calling flag on me, but paper money can be made now. If you see that the feng shui here is good, why don't you pass away here."

"Don't bother... Qing Yang's life is still very long." Pressing the center of her eyebrows to gather her mind, Mu Qing Yang couldn't help but put her hand on Cang Sang's heart: "Did you feel uncomfortable in your heart just now... your heart Why don't you dance?"

Cang Sang knocked off his hand expressionlessly: "According to the general rule, very few people have a crooked heart."

"Are you one of the few with crooked hair?"

"I'm the heartless minority." After closing her eyes for a moment, Cang Sang flicked her hand casually, and something like water waves around the two of them twisted for a moment, and the surrounding scene changed rapidly like a broken illusion. At that moment, Mu Qing raised his head, and it was actually an endless night, and countless monks sitting cross-legged suddenly appeared beside him.

"This again?" A deadly and ominous atmosphere passed over, Mu Qingyang's heart sank inexplicably, just as his fingers touched a monk's cassock beside him, suddenly the cassock fell, and a dry bone inside suddenly collapsed untie.

"Don't think too much. Rong Yang is a lunatic. You don't need to study how his thoughts are distorted. What you see is the most intuitive result." An indifferent voice from the side indicated that the bones of countless monks were the ones who released Rong Yang. as a result of.

Mu Qingyang was taken aback by this change, but thinking that this was an illusion created by Cang Sang, he calmed down a bit, but the smell of blood buried thousands of miles away still made him frown and ask: "Is this what Rong Yang wants? You He wants to end his knots by creating illusions... This may not be a solution, but how will he deal with himself in the future? I think he used to save lives regardless of his status. It can be seen that the original intention is not corrupt, and he cannot just fall like this .”

Cangsang looked back at him at this moment and smiled strangely, but it was only fleeting, and instead of answering his question, he said, "According to inference, this is the scene of the Buddhist world in the third year after we released him. I have survived ten thousand bones. So now I will give you two choices, we go back to the time when we first met Rong Yang, kill Rong Yang in exchange for the lives of tens of thousands of Buddhist monks, or leave without doing anything. "

Mu Qingyang froze for a moment, all he could see was a river of blood, at the end of the river of blood, Rong Yang's white Buddha robe was stained with blood, and he was still reciting rebirth, but there were already mountains of white bones under his knees.

This scene is so real, it turns into a deep unbearable feeling in the eyes, but when I close my eyes, the scene of looking at everything with Rong Yang's eyes at that time reappears...

Rong Yang may not be a villain, but just walked into a misunderstanding.

"If it can be changed in another way, I hope to persuade him with words from the beginning. If he can change his mind and do good deeds in the future, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

"..."

Looking up at Cangsang's expression, Mu Qing knew that she might have said something that didn't suit him again, so she subconsciously fell silent.

It seemed that some cruel words came to his lips but he didn't say it, so he had to look at the young man who had been educated for a long time with an unspeakable look, Cang Sang said: "First of all, you were taught by me, I don't want your three views It’s like the level of primary school graduates, and secondly, who can’t say beautiful words to whitewash peace, it’s hard to combine with reality? The fact is that Rong Yang is a lunatic, and he will kill no fewer people than the most ferocious monsters. People who try to change his mind There are too many, but killing is killing. When a person commits a mistake, it is like cutting down a tree. In the end, no matter how much you confess to the tree, the tree will only be left with a slowly decaying stake. Have mercy on a murderer, so who will have mercy on the person killed by him?"

"The person who made a mistake shouldn't be given a chance to be redeemed?"

Cang Sang was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "One day I become a person like him, will you give me a chance to redeem?"

"I don't want to kill Rong Yang, but I just want to do my best to change things when nothing happens. If it were you, of course I wouldn't hurt you. If the crisis can't be reversed in the end..." Mu Qingyang bit her lower lip lightly. , looking at him with clear eyes: "Whether the world criticizes you or besieged on all sides, we will bear it together."

...You and Rong Yang are like a stupid, naive and willful Buddha.

Cangsang suddenly smiled: "...don't break your promise this time."

……

When the pear blossoms were about to bloom that year, I still lived a peaceful life in the ancient residence in the mountains and forests. That illusion seemed to be a trial given to me by Cangsang. After two consecutive days of nightmares about the horrors in that dream , my heart has calmed down, and I often talk to Rong Yang who lives at home, and Rong Yang has been listening to my persuasion with a smile, but what worries me is that his Buddhist chant is still as gentle as water that drowns people's hearts.

I once suspected that after reading so many books, I still didn't affect Rong Yang in the slightest, but then Yue Qinglong's return took my attention away.

……

To be honest, Yue Qinglong is also a normal girl who can dress up, and now I don't know which cultivating sect has favored her. It seems that she is doing much better than the lonely orphan girl she met when she first met.

"Have you ever heard of Wanfo Mountain?" The girl was always pestering her, and Mu Qingyang didn't really chase her away. At most, she talked a few words in and out, and passed her mouth to verify whether the world other than Jichuan was compatible with her. Consistent with the knowledge seen.

"It's natural. The second largest sect of the Sanskrit Buddha Land in the Four Realms of Heaven and Desolation, you, the canary locked in the house, don't know about it~ Don't talk about this, just see if I look good~?" Said Watching her turn around, the material of the clothes is like layers of mother-of-pearl swirling in circles like clouds, embellished with red coral-like embellishments, which can also be called delicate and flowery.After turning around, remembering that Mu Qingyang couldn't see in the first place, he said dejectedly: "I wanted you to see the clothes and dresses of my inner disciple of Jiuque Tiangong, but you are blind."

Mu Qingyang only felt that the smell of powder on the dress made him uncomfortable, so he leaned back a few inches to avoid the smell of red powder and balsam rushing towards his face, and said expressionlessly: "Nine Que Heavenly Palace...it is I also heard that since you are a member of such a sect giant, why do you still have the leisure to come to drink Canglou?"

"Can't you leave without running on me once?!"

"Because I read too many idle books, every time I see you, I have the illusion that I am living in a bullshit storybook and facing the hypocritical heroine, and I even feel that I am also brain-dead."

Yue Qinglong: ...

Yue Qinglong probably made a mistake from the very beginning. Her thinking is still at the stage of how to pretend to kill people as a dull-headed person. It sounds simple to hook up with young people who fall in love early, but it depends on how to implement it. Is there any resistance in the hooked up object?

No, it's not resistance at all, it's the complete emergence of antibodies... Who the hell taught it? !

A fierce light flashed across Yue Qinglong's eyes, and she thought of a bitch.

The bitch owner of this house has always disliked her, so far, even out of sight and out of mind, whenever she comes, she just stays behind closed doors. Her most impression of the house owner is the "weird temper" that Mu Qingyang said , 'A normal person must draw his sword and cut him off if he can't say three sentences', 'Doomed not to marry his wife'.

Little bitch!old monster!Maybe it was because of his persecution that Mu Qingyang finally turned into the last killer star!

After calming down for a moment, Yue Qinglong picked up the image of being disgusted by Mu Qingyang, straightened his expression and continued: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't want to see me, but I know you may not want to see the good news I bring."

Mu Qingyang's lack of interest suddenly dissipated, and he stood up and said hurriedly: "Have you heard the news about Mrs. Xin's strange disease?"

"That's not true." Seeing that Mu Qing's face was inevitably disappointed, Yue Qinglong twitched the corner of his mouth, and changed the topic: "However, most diseases should have causes and effects. Knowing how to get the disease is the only way to prescribe the right medicine. Do you think what I said makes sense?"

"It's true...but Mrs. Xin has a long-standing illness. It's too late to start an investigation now."

Yue Qinglong smiled slightly, and said with a bit of cunning: "As you said before, there are no wonders in the world, and there is always a kind of feeling in everything. The one who borrowed from you yesterday to lead a Buddhist practice I borrowed a book from your teacher, I read it from a distance, and it may be helpful to you."

"tell me the story."

"Do you know Yan Luobo?"

The moment Yan Luobo uttered the three words from Yue Qinglong's mouth, across the wall, the white-haired boy who had half-closed his resting eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and the expression in his eyes was somewhat empty. Buddha Xiu, a small bronze mirror hanging under the black beads of Buddha Xiu seems to emit a faint dark light.

"... Monk, you caused me a little trouble."

Rong Yang smiled slightly, and that smile was indescribably full of anger.

"Why do you always fear that gentle and kind little disciple?"

Heizi twirled twice between his fingers, and once he settled down, the eyes of the person who held him were as indifferent as before——

"You've only seen a tiger cub become a vegetarian, don't you think that when its claws and teeth are sharp, it won't cut you open?"

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