The villain is awesome

The inner ghost caught it.

It was Huiming, a disciple of the Sutra Pavilion, who set fire to it and stole the accompanying stone while carrying the Buddhist scriptures. This act of killing fellow disciples and guarding himself from stealing caused countless eminent Buddhist monks to frown and say Amitabha.

Miao Xin said with a sad face: "I know that I shouldn't sympathize with Brother Huiming when he did something wrong, but he is actually very pitiful... He was abandoned by lay parents under the mountain gate of Wanfa Temple in the year of the flood. Yes, but Wanfa Temple was understaffed a few months ago. Brother Huiming was receiving pilgrims at the mountain gate, and he met his lay parents. The lay parents were scoundrels, and they recognized him at a glance. Brother Huiming returned to the vulgar world, and said that his family owed debts, and now he is being coerced into endangering his wealth and life, forcing Brother Huiming to do something..."

Having said that, the wise little novice's tone dropped.

You are obviously a devout believer in the world of mortals, but you will be bound by this insignificant secular parental fate. You will be abandoned tomorrow morning, and you will be worshiped and bowed down, unless you can cut the flesh and return the mother to the mother. Return your father, otherwise you can only be at the mercy of them for the rest of your life, and step into the abyss of eternal doom.

The relationship between the mountain patrol disciples and the disciples of the Sutra Pavilion is very good.

The little novice cried very sadly.

Ruan Xuezong lowered his eyelashes, following Master Tianyi's example, he put a hand on the little monk's bald head, and stroked it soothingly.

Feeling his unique tenderness, the little monk quickly threw himself into his arms, and burst into tears, tears soaked Ruan Xuezong's monk robe, and he choked up: "Ru, brother Ruzong, you said that brother Huiming is What punishment will you accept, will you die?"

"Amitabha, no, because... my Buddha is merciful." Ruan Xuezong said.

After living in Buddhism for a while, Ruan Xuezong knew that Wanfa Temple is a place of Buddhism that truly embraces everything.

Sure enough, after the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats surrounded Huiming, Huiming was arrested in despair. A group of monks did not implement excessive punishment methods.

There is a repentance tower there, which is specially used to accommodate Buddhist disciples who have done wrong things, and demon heads that people in the rivers and lakes fear.There is also a hundred-year-old Zen master who recites Buddhist scriptures and scriptures every day, teaching these people to "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately; abandon evil and promote good, and finally become self."

Hear the result of this disposition.

After the little novice twitched a few times, Miaoxin stopped crying, and put her hands together in a low voice: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

Only Ruan Xuezong was still not satisfied, "Could it be that Brother Huiming didn't confess to any accomplices?"

The little novice stared wide-eyed: "What partner?"

Du Rulan smiled: "Miao Xin, you, brother Ru Zong, misunderstood me a lot because I heard such a big commotion last night but didn't show up in the scene of fire."

The little novice took a look at the strange atmosphere between the two, and opened his mouth and said, "Amitabha, Brother Ruzong, you have wrongly blamed Brother Rulan. He has been meditating with other brothers in the Buddhist monastery last night."

When Ruan Xuezong heard this, he already knew it.

Du Rulan didn't think about exposing himself yet, he didn't participate in the arson incident of the Buddhist scripture pavilion, even if he participated in this incident, he picked himself up very clean.

He is still an innocent young monk.

He sneered, and let go of the other party for the time being, "Sooner or later, I'll catch you." After finishing speaking, he performed his lightness kung fu, and in the breeze, he saw Ruan Xuezong soaring into the air, and jumped down calmly. Shan Jian went to wash his face.

Miao Xin's exclamation sounded: "Senior brother Ru Zong is so handsome!"

But how he looked at it, it seemed that this was not the top peerless lightness kung fu "crossing the river with one reed" of their Shaolin lineage. "A Reed Crossing the River" is the story of Bodhidharma. It is said that when Bodhidharma crossed the river, he broke a reed on the bank of the river. Everyone knows how light and light the reed is, but Bodhidharma just randomly broke a light and weak reed. The reeds thrown into the river turned into a flat boat, floated on it, and crossed the river.

As for Senior Brother Ru Zong's lightness kung fu, he didn't even see a point of leverage, as if he took off from flat ground, and seeing him, a little monk, swayed in his heart.

In a word, even he wants to learn!

Du Rulan looked at her with both eyes, and said indifferently: "It's very handsome."

This person comes and goes freely, like an arrogant and unruly white bird, without a single feather falling from the world.

……

The competition is over, and the Sutra Pavilion has also tasted the lottery. Although the process suffered a little unforeseen twists and turns, the result is rich and beautiful.

On the day of their farewell, Ruan Xuezong came.

He scanned the disciples of the Samana Dharma sect, but found no suspicious demon figures. Remembering that the headquarters of the Salmon Dharma sect was in Chesang, he asked about it.

How could a group of poor monks have the money to travel to the Central Plains? There must be someone behind this.

Zi Shami, a mad monk from the Western Regions, said bluntly: "Little Master Ruzong, you are right, it is our beautiful Queen Chesang who fully supports our Sramana Dharma's Zhongtu party."

After they entered the Central Plains, they kept their eyes on the top, but they didn't expect to encounter Ruan Xuezong, a hidden killer in the world at the first stop. No solution.

Ruan Xuezong said: "Amitabha, then I would like to ask the recluse patrons, where will you go after bidding farewell to Wanfa Temple?"

Ruan Xuezong and Zi Shami, after all, have experienced the incidents of "no fight, no acquaintance", "defeated general", and "burning the Sutra Pavilion", so it can barely be regarded as a friendship of sharing weal and woe.

Afterwards, Zi Shami found out that Ruan Xuezong was a disciple of Master Tianyi.

He even realized that he has similarities with Ruan Xuezong: the same martial arts are world-class, the same young and promising, and the same detached status in Buddhism.

With sympathy and sympathy, he even had the idea of ​​inviting Ruan Xuezong to the Western Regions as a guest, so he did not hide his itinerary.

He said bluntly: "I heard that Wudang, Huashan, and Emei also have century-old sects. The famous sword villa in the Central Plains is even more famous, and poor monks will visit them one by one."

What to visit one by one is clearly a challenge to the past one by one.

Ruan Xuezong covered the smile on the corner of his mouth for a while, and said seriously for a while: "Amitabha, Master Zishami, you know very little about the etiquette of the Central Plains, and I don't know if I should say a word or not."

According to Ruan Xuezong's domineering personality, he usually says this just to be polite to you, and the subtext is what I must say.

Zi Shami cupped his hands in doubt and said, "Please teach me, Master Ruzong."

System No. 007 said vigilantly: 【What bad idea are you trying to make? 】

Ruan Xuezong ignored its complaints, coughed twice on his face, and showed an extremely dignified smile: "Purple Shami benefactor, we people in the Central Plains are the most hospitable and hospitable, and we also advocate a word called 'reciprocity'. Since you have come to Zhongtu, this time You will definitely make a lot of strong people in the Central Plains. If the benefactor makes some friends, please be sure not to be stingy with kindness, boldly invite you to the Western Regions as a guest, and bring your friends to enjoy the unique desert scenery and the beautiful oasis city of Chesanga. At that time, the Western Regions will be strong I think Queen Chasang will be very happy."

I just don't know, when Du Qing'e sees such a group of Central Plains martial arts masters coming from afar, will she turn pale with fright.

Zi Shami's eyes brightened, he was ecstatic: "This is really a good idea, thank you, Master Ruzong, for your guidance!"

It is the purpose of their trip to challenge the various sects and martial arts families one by one. No matter whether they win or lose, they will easily become enemies. But if they invite each other to the Western Regions afterwards, they can turn enemies into friends and give birth to a new generation good talk.

He is really ashamed that he lost to the [-]-year-old boy in front of him in this human relationship training.

System No. 007: […]

It just looked at it like this, and the group of Samana Dharma in the Western Regions was fooled away by Ruan Xuezong. Before leaving, the Zishami also admired Ruan Xuezong, which made the pilgrims watching with satisfaction. I am impressed by the charisma of the young master of Wanfa Temple."

After bidding farewell to the visitors from the west, Ruan Xuezong returned to the back mountain.

His eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw that Du Rulan was bending over slightly, with a pitch-black mass in his palm, a yellow beak, and a loud voice.

Seeing him coming, the young monk smiled and showed it to him: "Look, brother, a small black bird has fallen in the forest here. It looks very pitiful as it is dying."

What a black bird, how harmless it is.

Ruan Xuezong took a closer look, and in the palm of the young monk was a newborn eagle, the future level 60 black eagle of the Demon Sect.

Seeing this ugly little thing, Ruan Xuezong narrowed his eyes slightly: Good guy, it turns out that Du Rulan raised black eagles at this point in time.

One person and one eagle are not good things.

With the amber eyes of the young monk staring quietly, the young eagle with a bald and ugly appearance that has not yet grown up in his hand blew twice and flapped its wings, as if it was very hungry.

It was even pecking at the hand of the young demon monk, and soon the sharp beak pecked out a small blood hole.

Ruan Xuezong said coldly: "Brother, what do you mean?"

The young demon monk lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, his thin lips slightly curled up, and there was a compassionate smile on his face that could confuse the world, he said: "Don't panic, brother, I just remembered that the ancestor Sakyamuni used to feed a tiger with his body. , the story of cutting the flesh to feed the eagle, this eagle is now dying, my junior has a heart of compassion, I am afraid I can't bear it, if I cut the blood to feed it, will the junior feel pity for me?"

Pity the ass.

Ruan Xuezong thought indifferently.

He is not really honest monk Ruzong, even if the black eagle starved to death in front of him, and Du Rulan bled to death in front of him, he would not bat an eye.

He is such a ruthless man.

But Buddhism cannot kill.

Ruan Xuezong is currently wearing Ruzong's shell, so naturally he can't kill this black eagle and cause himself to break the precept, and he will not sit back and watch Du Rulan, a demon monk, cut his own flesh and blood to feed this young eagle.

The growth of a magic black eagle naturally begins with cannibalism.

Ruan Xuezong didn't even think about it, grabbed the young eagle by the neck with one hand, and grabbed it out of Du Rulan's hand. The black young eagle didn't recognize him, and opened its mouth to peck, almost pecking the bleeding hole in Ruan Xuezong's hand.

At this time, the young eagle did not have the majestic appearance when it flew high in the sky, but its pair of claws were already extremely powerful, directly scratching the white monk robe on Ruan Xuezong's body.

You know, Shaolin disciples are almost decathlon, even the clothes are torn, they all mend them with needles and threads under the candlelight, but Ruan Xuezong can't do anything, let alone mend clothes by himself.

System No. 007 just looked at it like this, Ruan Xuezong's face was expressionless, and a pair of dark eyes almost emitted death rays.

"Amitabha, junior brother, please let go of it. Don't hold it in your hands. This bird is ferocious and cruel. It's best to lure it and tame it slowly." Du Rulan frowned slightly, not knowing that it was because of her love bird, the black eagle, who was being treated roughly. , I still feel pity for Ruan Xuezong's robe.

"Why is it so troublesome." Ruan Xuezong sneered, he grabbed the struggling bird in his hand: "It is the most convenient to control violence with violence."

"No matter how cruel and tough this black eagle is, it is still a bird. The folk bird trainers have the means to tame eagles, that is, they are obedient and have meat to eat. Bird beak, let me imitate it. If it is really a heinous crime, then no matter how sad I am, I will risk breaking the Buddhist precepts and kill it. I believe that given time, this eagle will be obedient."

"..."

Du Rulan's eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't speak.

Smart people can understand that the implication of the boy in front of him is that it refers to Sang Huahuai's beating.On the surface, he said eagle, but he actually talked about people, and his words revealed an extremely strong self-confidence: I will kill you in a matter of minutes.

Ruan Xuezong didn't know whether his "bird taming theory" had been successfully communicated to others, but this bird with human nature seemed to understand it.

Because in his sight, the corner of the young demon monk's mouth curled up into a smile, this smile was quite captivating, three parts were pretending to be deaf and dumb, three parts were careless, and four parts were obedient.

Ruan Xuezong could only shake it: "Did you hear that?"

The black eagle flapped its wings twice in horror.

That night, Ruan Xuezong took off his robe and went to take a bath in the mountain stream.

When he returned to the meditation room, he found that there was a folded white monk's robe lying quietly on his couch, and the scratched place during the day had been tightly sewn. A matter of falconry.