Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

The goose stretched its neck in horror in Shu Yao's tighter and tighter hands, trying to take two more breaths, so as not to end up suffocating to death.

It was burning with anger.

Since this little goblin came, it was fine to take all of Wei Heng's attention and love, but Shu Yao was still dissatisfied and wanted to kill the old man completely.

What kind of vicious snake and scorpion is this?

At the same time, the goose stared at Heidou's small eyes angrily, trying to condemn Wei Heng, the scumbag master who only sees newcomers laughing but doesn't hear old ones cry.

To wink at the blind.

Neither of them paid attention to the anger of the goose.

Wei Heng: "Ayao, you bought the book?"

He didn't think much about it, thinking that Shu Yao just bought the right for entertainment because he couldn't stay idle, so he waved off the formation restriction.

Shu Yao made the last struggle, trying to deny it: "No, I didn't buy it, what book? Why didn't I know? Did the person who gave the book recognize the wrong mountain?"

The geese flapped their wings feebly.

"Hey, don't worry, senior Shu. Although this junior is old, he has a good memory." As expected of a practitioner, he climbed a thousand-foot peak, but in the blink of an eye, the owner of the bookstall appeared with a smile on his face. At the peak, please say:

"Even if you forget anyone, you don't dare to forget the Xuanmiao Peak where Dao Zun's first disciple lives!"

No, I'd rather you have a weaker memory.

It is best to record Xuanmiao Peak as Miaoxuan Peak and Xuanshan Mountain as Upside-Down Sword Mountain.

Shu Yao slowly hugged the goose in her arms tighter.

It seemed to be weighing the weight of this big white goose, whether a whole goose could make the stall owner shut up his nagging mouth.

The stall owner saw that his face was gloomy, like a dark cloud before the rain, so he didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly took out the storage bag that contained the books: "The secret history of Xuanshan that Senior Shu wanted is all in it, and I want to dig it out for Senior Shu to examine." Inspection?"

Need not!

Before Shu Yao could say "no" in time, the stall owner had already graciously dropped the book on the floor.

Wei Heng seemed to have sensed it, and pulled Shu Yao back a few feet to avoid being drowned by the mountain of books.

Exactly the same size and thickness, blue and white paper.

There are four identical ink characters on it, the handwriting is correct and heavy, and the air of simplicity and solemnity rushes towards the face.

Shu Yao was silent.

He was silent for a while, and asked the book stall owner who had eyes full of expectation: "Did I pay off all the book money?"

The book stall owner didn't know, so he scratched his head and said, "You settled it on the spot, so there should be a lot left over. At that time, Senior Shu said that Quan should be the deposit for the second and third books. Do seniors still want it now? But what?" Change? Just let the junior know."

Shu Yao waved his hands tiredly: "It's okay, let's go."

It turns out that I settled the book money.

Shu Yao asked himself.

He saw that the stall owner was contradicting him everywhere, and wished he could help him smear the secret history of Xuanshan on Wei Heng's face on the spot. He thought that he had offended the stall owner because he hadn't paid for the book.

Shu Yao fell into a daze.

So, shouldn't I be a big customer who spends extravagantly, spends a lot of money, and is courted by them?

The stall owner's way of flattering...why does it feel like he's here to seek revenge?

Do you dare to let him have a little bit of the most basic dignity in front of Wei Heng? ? ?

Looking at the books piled up like a hill, Wei Heng laughed a little: "I don't want you, Yao, to be so curious about Xuanshan."

As he spoke, he picked a book at random, and wanted to open it to take a look.

Shu Yao was startled.

He didn't care about the fat goose, and immediately jumped in front of Wei Heng with lightning speed, stopping his hand that was about to flip through the book.

Wei Heng was a little puzzled, wondering why Shu Yao made such a hasty move.

Fortunately, the goose's scream temporarily regained Wei Heng's mind.

It turned out that the goose was being carried by Shu Yao with one hand, and he could barely stretch his neck to breathe.

The goose's heart was cold and cold, thinking that this little fairy would not strangle himself today, and would not give up until he reached his goal.

But my master is a pervert and doesn't care about things.

The big white goose rolled its eyes, thinking about it.

While it was still breathing, it simply let out a tragic howl, pretending to be fainted, intending to escape from the little goblin's life by showing weakness.

Of course Shu Yao didn't know what the goose was thinking.

Holding the goose pretending to pass out, he looked at the piles of books on the ground, opened his mouth, and finally said powerlessly, "No, I'm not."

I didn't want to deliberately read all my little porn books and bought them for collection.

I didn't mean to strangle your precious white goose on purpose.

Shu Yao has always only been able to take advantage of others with his words, and this is the first time in his life that he has tasted the feeling of being indisputable.

He suddenly began to yearn for the scenery under Xuanmiao Peak very much.

Close your eyes, and you're done.

It must be wonderful.

Wei Heng smiled slightly.

He had seen Shu Yao in distress a few times, but perhaps Shu Yao had a very high spirit. Under the disadvantaged situation, instead of being weak and bully, he was so proud.

With his face propped up there, I don't feel pitiful, but it makes people feel that Zhuoyan is tight.

This was also the first time Wei Heng saw Shu Yao flustered to such a loss.

It's just a matter of writing all over the place, Shu Yao doesn't want to say that there is always his reason, why bother to stalk him, he has to ask an answer before he is willing to give up?

So Wei Heng said: "It's nothing, I won't ask if you don't want to say it, why bother yourself? It happens that Sect Master Jiang is in Xuanshan, let him come and see the goose."

His voice is like the snow that falls naturally in winter. It does not change with time. Although it is light and cool, it has a kind of comforting and eternal stability that makes Shu Yao's hand holding the goose loosen. .

Rational return.

Shu Yao sincerely shed two tears for the big white goose, handed it to Wei Heng, and even did not forget to wipe the two tears, lamenting:

"I think it is dying, and it is in danger. Even though the geese raised by Dao Zun are very different from ordinary geese, and their combat power and lifespan are unusual, the life of a goose is always fragile. I think we must let Sect Master Jiang take a look. "

The feathers of the goose were fluffed quietly.

Being so soft-hearted and vicious, she almost strangled him to death with her heart, but she was angry with the little goblin who was still pretending to be compassionate.

Shu Yao didn't think much about it, he just wanted to hold the goose and wished he could babble, thanking the goose for his sudden fainting and letting Wei Heng send a message to Jiang Yunya, so that he had the chance to take all the secret history of Xuanshan back into the storage bag by surprise.

Wei Heng didn't think too much about it.

Shu Yao didn't want to tell him the origin of the book, so he didn't.

Shu Yao can do whatever he wants with this mountain of books.

Shu Yao wanted to call Jiang Yunya to come over and have a look at the goose, so he called.

Anyway, it's a trivial matter, of course it's from Shu Yao's heart.

Jiang Yunya hurried over.

His face was full of resentment as if someone had interrupted a great event, but he dared not speak out because of the sun and the moon shining on the wall.

In addition, Jiang Yunya was followed by Xuanhe Peak Master who was looking at Wei Heng with a resentful face——

Shu Yao didn't have to think too much to know what they were doing.

Do you have anything serious to do besides playing poker?

After he finished collecting the books, seeing the goose being diagnosed by Jiang Yunya touching its neck and pulling its feathers, Shu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye to Wei Heng in a hurry, and slipped away.

Xuan and the peak master wandered around Xuanmiao Peak endlessly, waiting for Jiang Yunya's diagnosis.

"Secret History of Xuanshan?"

Xuanhe Peak Master let out a cry, picked up a scattered booklet from the haystack, and said strangely: "My Xuanshan has a history of tens of thousands of years, and the Chinese classics of Lun Daotai are clearly written. ? Who made up a secret history of Xuanshan again?"

Out of curiosity, Xuan and Peak Master raised their hands and opened the booklet.

As soon as she read a few lines of words, her complexion changed!

Xuan and Peak Master took a deep breath, and quickly turned a few pages back.

She understood everything.

If you understand it, you understand it, but being able to control your own hands is another matter.

Gu Chi's pen is well versed in the principles of brevity and brevity. This book contains no more than a hundred thousand characters. Xuanhe Peak Master's Mahayana spiritual consciousness can read ten lines at a glance, and each word is as clear as engraved in his mind, so he quickly finished reading it.

She is the mind that was recalled by Wei Heng's "Xuan He".

Jiang Yunya saw that Xuanhe's face turned a little red, but his eyes were strangely bright, and he couldn't help asking kindly: "What? After the goose raised by Dao Zun, Xuanhe you are unwell? Do you want me to take care of you? Take a pulse?"

Xuan and Peak Master glared at him.

Filled with fearless pity and contempt for the ignorant: "I'm fine, don't bother Sect Master Jiang."

She squeezed the hand of the blue book cover, trembling slightly.

With trembling hands, Xuanhe Peak Master handed over the Xuanshan Secret History to Wei Heng solemnly, and solemnly instructed her senior brother: "Senior brother, this is absurd and ridiculous, and there are some things in it that I thought were very serious. Yes, brother, you can take a look, and take it as a wake-up call."

For the first time, Wei Heng wanted to explore this secret history of Xuanshan.

First let Tanlang lose his composure to this point, and then let Xuanhe specifically tell him, what is the sacredness of these hundreds of pages of books.

So Wei Heng didn't say much, turned the pages of the book, and scanned a line of ink with his consciousness.

Little did they know that Xuanhe Peak Master let out a long sigh of relief, secretly relieved in his heart, feeling that this Secret History of Xuanshan came at a very good time.

Just to give her senior brother a reminder.

It is impossible to sit back and enjoy the blessings of all people.

Half of his heart is pretending to be an apprentice, half of his heart is pretending to be a greedy wolf, and if he grabs them with both hands, both hands are empty.

Maybe it will make Shu Yao and Tanlang cherish each other, know each other and love each other.

Xuan He, who was heartbroken by Wei Heng's emotional affairs, looked at the author of Xuanshan Secret History with admiration.

I even really want to get to know this brother, and hold his hand to thank him sincerely.

Jiang Yunya rubbed his eyes.

He saw redness in Wei Heng's ears.

How can it be?

Having been together for hundreds of years, doesn't Jiang Yunya know his friend well enough?

It was the ice and snow face carved out of the mold, it was like this when it was young, it was not stained by wind and frost, and it was invulnerable to all poisons.

Sure enough, when I played cards, I pushed the secrets for too long, too high-intensity, and my eyes were a bit blurred.

Jiang Yunya muttered in his heart and rubbed his eyes again.

Hmm... Wei Heng is not the same as before.

The blush from the ears to the cheeks.

It doesn't look like anger or something, but a bit of embarrassment pretending to be calm.

Jiang Yunya counted.

Very good, except for the big event of the Ziwei Secret Realm, it was very peaceful for the next few days.

They were the only three innocent people on Xuanmiao Peak, and there would be no dramas such as peeping at Dao Zun taking a bath, and becoming angry after being discovered by the person concerned.

Before Jiang Yunya rubbed his eyes unbelievingly for the third time, he heard Wei Heng's voice cold and harsh, reprimanding Xuanhe and the peak leader: "Xuanhe, you will rarely see such things in the future, if you are free, you can Come to Xuanmiao Peak to find me to practice swords."

Xuan and Peak Lord were shocked.

She was cared and spoiled by her two senior brothers since she was a child. Apart from the necessary training before Mahayana, she has always been the only one who bullies others by relying on the sword in her hand and the sun and the moon shining on the wall.

It has been a long time since I felt the fear of being ruled by the sun and the moon.

Without even thinking about it, she said aggrievedly: "Obviously the book was found on Senior Brother Xuanmiao Peak, Senior Brother is blaming me?"

Brother? ? ?

Wei Heng said slowly: "Shu Yao is different from you."

Ok, sure it's fake.

Xuanhe Peak Master sneered, pulled Jiang Yunya up and turned around to leave: "Let's go, let's play cards."

Jiang Yunya fixed his eyes on the four characters on the cover of the book held by Wei Heng:

The Secret History of Xuanshan.

What kind of magical work is it that can make Xuanhe Peak Master lose his composure and Dao Zun's face moved?

Jiang Yunya didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, but his heart was itchy like a cat's scratching.

I secretly decided that I must read it when I got back, and I would also say a few words to a few friends such as the dean of the academy and the abbot Wuchen, so that they could buy two copies and read them in their spare time for entertainment.

Lele alone is not as good as all.

Today's Jiang Yunya also feels that he is full of the medical demeanor of hanging the pot to help the world and caring about the common people.

Shu Yao first went to care about Gu Chibi's writing progress.

He read the two pages, which were very hot and explosive, and had sex with each other. The content was full of tricks, and he was very satisfied, as if his whole body had been healed.

Shu Yao expressed his satisfaction in a very simple way.

He just piled up a mountain of Lingshi in an ordinary way, and exclaimed emotionally: "It is really a great blessing to have Senior Sister write the script for me."

The way Gu Chibi accepted the Lingshi was also very simple.

She just sat still in her original position, brushing and writing, and the tip of the brush almost left an afterimage on the paper: "I also want to thank Junior Brother for his insightful eyes. Junior Brother, don't worry, we will definitely not let Junior Brother down."

The two said goodbye to each other reluctantly.

Full of satisfaction and admiration for the other party's business capabilities.

Shu Yao looked at the sun in the middle of the sky, it was still early, he didn't really want to go back to Xuanmiao Peak to accept the torture of conscience and the test of shame.

So he went to Po Jun.

Before Shu Yao had time to knock on the door, he heard a commotion in the yard.

Po Jun said: "Good sword!"

Yin Changyan said: "Good wine!"

Po Jun said: "A sword matches a hero, and famous wine matches a beautiful woman. Only then can I live up to this pearl and this jug of wine."

Citing a long cigarette, he paused and said, "Junior Sister Jingyue is a veritable beauty, how can I be considered a hero?"

No.

Po Jun said beauty, who else but you?

Shu Yao knocked on the door with a complicated mood, always feeling that his friend would face the double pursuit of Mingzhu going to sea and upside-down sword mountain in the next moment.

The reason is that the slag leads to long smoke.

Actually, it's not as bad as Shu Yao thought.

Ever since they were drunk that night and Po Jun Yin Changyan poured bitter water on each other, they unexpectedly developed a feeling of sympathy for each other.

Both of them love to drink, and both of them are very good at drinking.

Yin Changyan immediately abandoned Huai Shuangjian, who had a straight personality, and Gu Chibi, who never wanted to talk too much and only did it, came to look for Po Jun with a wine jar in his arms.

Po Jun immediately abandoned Shu Yao, who was never soft on his brothers, and waited for the long smoke with a wine glass.

After going back and forth, the two strangely became friends.

Po Jun opened the door.

Before Po Jun saw who was coming, he quickly closed the door and covered Shu Yao's face, and he was slapped on the face by a blue book.

Shu Yao folded his arms and looked at him leisurely: "I found a very interesting book at the market today."

He read it once, and a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, so he suppressed his shame and turned to the page with the Yunshang Heart Sutra: "Brother, Yunshang Heart Sutra, you tell me how Gu Chibi knows?"

Po Jun was silent.

Citing Changyan followed in silence.

They compiled this matter together with Gu Chibi, they were in charge of the materials, and Gu Chibi was in charge of drawing the pen.

When the real master came to the door, it seemed that he could only stand upright and be beaten.

In the end, Shu Yao hated iron for being weak and sneered: "Is it so perfunctory? I don't pay too much attention to the details. I think I am anonymous, but I am really anonymous. I can't see this book. Can't you see the clues to come to the door?"

Alcohol is bold.

That's good.

For example, now, when Po Jun was drinking, he was provoked by Shu Yao's words, so he became unconvinced.

Not to be outdone, he said, "It's just a Yunshang Heart Sutra. I haven't written the really important things for you yet?"

"That time at the Jin State wine shop, you were drunk and kissed Daoist Venerable. You pulled and hugged him and fed him wine, and let him feed him back. I kept it a secret from you."

Shu Yao: "???"

How come every word that Po Jun said is quite normal when taken apart, but he just can't understand it when put together?

As Po Jun spoke, he was confident and confident, and he snatched the secret history of Xuanshan with his hands, pointing and saying, "If I tell Gu Chibi about this, she doesn't know how many pages she will write!"

Shu Yao: "..."

He spoke with difficulty, and asked word by word: "The day I was drunk, I really and Wei Heng—"

Shu Yao couldn't continue.

What is this and what?

He would rather be drunk and tear down the Jin Palace.

It's not a big deal even if the city wall is demolished together.

It's a big deal to lose a few dollars.

How could it compare to a strong pro, Wei Heng?

Po Jun immediately confirmed, firmly saying: "That's right, you took the initiative to grab Wei Heng and feed him wine when you were drunk."

He seized the opportunity and quickly excused himself: "Brother, to be honest, I have experience in this matter. If you tell the truth after drinking, you really did that, which shows that this idea has been buried in your heart for a long time. It's not a day or two. It's written in the story book It's not too much."

"You really like Wei Heng, right?"

None of his business.

He was just a little Pojun who bravely told the truth in the storybook.

Yin Changyan also said together: "Junior Sister Jingyue and I saw it with our own eyes that day, and it cannot be faked."

He looked at Shu Yao, and said in a sad tone, "So Junior Brother Shu doesn't remember things when he's drunk? I thought Junior Brother Shu and Daozun talked about it long ago."

Oh yes, Wei Heng.

Shu Yao's blood surged up for a while, and he wished he could faint on the spot.

It's good to not know about personnel and affairs, at least you can escape, you don't need to know what kind of genius stupid thing you did when you were drunk and pushed yourself into the fire pit.

He was in a trance, and asked Po Jun for the second time: "Am I really...in the wine shop?"

Po Jun was categorical for the second time, and answered him patiently: "You really really pretended to be crazy with wine and forced you to kiss Dao Zun."

Shu Yao didn't believe it.

His stubbornness made him ask a third time: "I really..."

"You seriously!"

Shu Yao opened his mouth unwillingly, and when the sound was still being made, Po Jun was interrupted by taking advantage of his drunken rage: "You take it seriously, you take it seriously, you take it seriously!"

"Brother, do you think you let Xuetian? Cicada become a spirit? Or Qisha? Mosquito coils become a spirit to go around?"

The world is hot and cold, the law of heaven reincarnates, Shu Yao has tasted it all over the past few days.

Shu Yao said, "I don't believe it."

He tried to find a reason for himself: "I clearly restrain myself—"

Po Jun gave a disdainful laugh, and interrupted him: "Restrain yourself, how many times have you smashed a bead when you were drunk? How many times did Hongluan Tianyao hang himself to persuade you?"

Shu Yao: "..."

Can't refute, it's suffocating.

He found another starting point: "I'm not—"

I like Wei Heng very much.

When the words came to his lips, Shu Yao seemed to be stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

Seeing this, Po Jun knew what was going on, and annoyed him forcefully pushed him out of the courtyard gate, muttering: "Brother, don't talk about anything else, just talk about Zun's friendship with you. During this time together, anyone with a discerning eye can see it." Come out."

He pushed Shu Yao, who was being blinded, out of the door, and when the courtyard door closed, there was a heavy and dull sound: "So don't think too much, go back to your Xuanmiao Peak, I will bless you."

Po Jun, who closed the courtyard door, almost wanted to wipe away the tears of relief from his eyes.

Finally, he didn't have to be pulled out by Shu Yao to block the gun, and he was always worried that he would be struck head-on by the sun and the moon Zhaobi.

Even if Qisha knew his identity?

It's always better to be the butt of a joke than a corpse.

Po Jun is contented and happy.

Yin Changyan saw that Po Jun seemed to be wiping away his tears, and he was taken aback for a moment before clumsily comforting him: "Junior Sister Jingyue, don't worry, the love between Junior Brother Shu and Dao Zun cannot be forced by others after all."

"No!" Po Jun denied it, and tried his best to clear it up: "I don't have any wrong thoughts about Shu Yao, I'm just... happy that he and Dao Zun finally got married."

Finally, he didn't have to hurt this innocent fish in the pond.

Yin Changyan was in awe, and sighed: "Junior Sister Jingyue is as good as she wants to be."

Even though her childhood sweetheart said it well, but she always abandoned it, Junior Sister Jingyue can still bless them generously——

What an open mind.

Yin Changyan felt a little relieved.

This bunch of shit is finally coming to an end.

Is it appropriate for him, a sword cultivator, to blend into this pile of romance and love?

Reluctantly, Shu Yao left Pojun's small courtyard step by step.

God knows how hopeful he is, Po Jun will open his door of hope, pat himself on the shoulder and say: "I made it up to trick you, brother."

But no.

The courtyard door remained mercilessly closed.

Shu Yao stepped out of the mountain with three turns, and then returned to Xuanmiao Peak.

During this period, he turned his head too many times, and almost fell off the cold voice, but thanks to the fact that he was already in the sky above Xuanmiao Peak, Wei Heng saw the cold voice and saw the light, so he hugged him fully.

Only then did the rumors that "the greedy wolf makes the high-altitude Yujian fall to the ground, or become a disgrace to the devil" have been talked about.

"Why are you so careless?"

Wei Heng took Shu Yao's pulse first, and confirmed that his meridians were all right and getting better day by day, so he asked this question when the magic breath was getting thicker.

Shu Yao felt like being bitten by a snake and stinged by a scorpion. When something highly poisonous touched his skin, he pushed Wei Heng away before he even landed on the ground.

Po Jun's words still echoed in his mind:

"After you were drunk, you kissed Dao Zun forcibly, pulled and hugged him, fed him wine yourself, and even dragged Dao Zun to feed you back."

What did Wei Heng think?

Do you think you are interested in him as much as you are, and respond readily?

Anyway, all the efforts I have made to stop Wei Heng's thoughts for dozens of days have been in vain.

Maybe he was too tired to wear a women's dress for nothing.

Shu Yao gave up on herself, and just wanted to go back to the small courtyard and lock herself up, to isolate herself from the world and escape from reality.

What Wei Heng thought about was what Xuan and the peak master said to persuade him.

Xuanhe specially asked him to read the book Xuanshan Secret History, so as to be a warning.

Those extremely fragrant and charming pictures came into Wei Heng's mind.

Could it be that Shu Yao sent people to bring back a mountain of books because of this?

If so, Shu Yao's anomaly today also makes sense.

The Devil's Greedy Wolf Envoy is an extremely arrogant person. If such a thing is not something he loves, even mentioning it would be regarded as humiliation by him.

Even if it's what you love, if you mention it on your own initiative, how can you not become angry from embarrassment?

Although Wei Heng knew that his intention was definitely not to be frivolous and obscene, but Shu Yao's anger was really not wronged.

"Thank you Daoist Master for your help." Shu Yao thanked dryly, and added a sentence to ease the atmosphere, "Today's weather is good, and the sun is big and round."

After he finished speaking, he looked up and fell silent.

I stayed at Pojun for a long time, and then returned to Xuanmiao Peak. When I left Xuanmiao Peak, the sky was fine and the sun was bright.

Shit's sky is nice, big and round.

Wei Heng just followed his words and said calmly: "It's really very good, a rare good weather."

Shu Yao almost ran away.

He was out of his mind for two days, and found that he was not the only one who was out of his mind.

Shu Yao resisted the embarrassment, and asked Wei Heng in daily greetings: "Did the Taoist feed the goose?"

He remembered that when Wei Heng rescued him for the first time, he promised Wei Heng to feed him geese.

Not wanting something to happen later on, Wei Heng even asked him to feed the goose with him.

Wei Heng: "Hello."

Probably because of the grudge-obsessed owner, the big white goose wanted to sabotage and take revenge. It flapped its wings and flew to Wei Heng, shaking its snow-white and beautiful feathers and rattled angrily at him.

Then he spread his wings angrily and flew to the creek on the west side, picked up two small fish in his mouth, ticked the water drops, and flew back.

The neck of the goose swelled, and the two small fish swallowed it.

At this point, the meaning of the big white goose has been clearly revealed.

Wei Heng never fed it at all.

It also caused it to be a noble white goose that the suzerain Zhuangqingtian went to see a doctor in person, so he was forced to do it himself, and went down the stream to catch small fish to dry.

"..."

Wei Heng remained silent.

He carefully read the secret history of Xuanshan twice in the past two days, but felt that some things were too much.

How can someone as arrogant as Shu Yao stand up to it?

Wei Heng couldn't do anything against his will.

I also know that at this time, I will ask Shu Yao to understand, I am afraid that he is the one who is facing the cold voice and silent shadow sword.

In a moment of uncertainty, I even forgot to feed the geese that has not stopped for hundreds of years.

Shu Yao looked at the white goose, then turned to look at Wei Heng.

He didn't know what he was thinking of, and what he was thinking about, suddenly stretched his eyebrows and smiled.

It's like the morning glow splashing the sky washes away the haze, and the dancing fire burns the dust to death.

Get rid of all the shadows and gloomyness of the world, leaving only the most essential beautiful, good and moving things.

The spring light melts away the snow, the sky is full of flowers, and the moon is full of pools.

It is something shocking enough.

Shu Yao said, "I got it."

"I seem to have said to Lin Yunhe when I was in Beidouzong that I worked very hard and cherished my life 300 years ago."

"It's all about living better."

"I practice Heavenly Punishment, I want to kill Seven Kills, I want to kill Rang Xuetian, that's what I think I should do."

His brows and eyes were slightly curved, and he didn't seem to be mentioning something heavy with blood and fire: "I want to live a better life, and I think I should do that, so I did it."

"That was done to make my life better, not to restrain me."

Shu Yao turned those few words upside down several times in a rather incoherent manner.

What he actually wanted to say was: "Wei Heng, when I'm with you, I feel very happy and happy."

"The purpose of life is not to be happy, and everything I have done before is the same."

"I like you."

Who cares about his ruthless punishment?

However, it backfired.

A messenger talisman flew across the sky like a visitor from outside the sky, mercilessly interrupting Shu Yao's impromptu confession.

Shu Yao took a look, and his expression immediately became strange: "It's the abbot of Liudao Temple, invited me to talk about Liudao Temple?"

As we all know, Liudao Temple has been hiding from the world for a long time.

Everyone in the world flocks to escape to the Mysterious Myrtle Realm this time, except for Liudao Temple where no one comes.

For such a sect, not to mention his mere nameless disciple of Dao Zun, even if it is Dao Zun himself, the abbot may not necessarily want to meet and talk with him.

Wei Heng took a look and confirmed: "I had a relationship with the abbot of Liudao Temple in the early years, and the amulet contained the spiritual power of the abbot of Liudao Temple."

Shu Yao was puzzled, half talking to himself, half telling Wei Heng: "When I was envoy of Tanlang, I never had any contact with Liudao Temple. Why did the abbot of Liudao Temple invite me?"

If it was another sect, Shu Yao might suspect that his subordinates were not sure because their disciples violated discipline and made troubles in Chang'an City, and they didn't pay for drinking in a cup of pearls.

Liudao Temple has no such concerns at all.

After all, with the level of seclusion of Liudao Temple, the probability of being able to catch the Buddhist cultivators of Liudao Temple is about as small as it is impossible for an ordinary person to climb all the way to the position of Demon Lord.

"You'll know when you see it." Wei Heng put his palm on Shu Yao's hand holding the messenger talisman.

Sometimes needless to say, the temperature alone can make people feel at ease.

"I'll accompany you to Ayao, and nothing will happen."

Thanks to the abbot of Liudao Temple for his thoughtful attachment of the mountain where Liudao Temple is located and the method of breaking the formation after entering the mountain.

Otherwise, the two of them might not be able to find out where the Liudao Temple is.

It's not very worrying to find the formation. No matter what the sun and the moon shine on it, it's not impossible to cut it open.

Whether to fly half of the Liudao Temple or fly the entire Liudao Temple, it may depend on how difficult the formation is, and whether Wei Heng can control the strength of the sword delicately.

Liudao Temple is located in an unremarkable small mountain range.

There are no famous mountains and great rivers, and the ups and downs are like dragons, and they don't even pay attention to Fengshui spiritual veins.

Most of the trees on the mountain are green and yellow and half bald, the grass vines are entangled, and the wild flowers hang their heads weakly among the slippery moss.

Occasionally, a woodcutter with rough cloth and bunt would cut firewood and carry water, sweating profusely with a heavy burden on his back, to the small shack hidden in the branches far away from the mountain.

However, any practitioner who has entered the Tao is not likely to find this place as the location of the cave.

It is far from the image of Liudao Temple, a famous mountain, ancient temple, ethereal and quiet, in the minds of practitioners.

The sword energy broke through the last formation.

There is a temple standing out from the ground.

Very ordinary temple, with yellow walls and Zhuwa, neither big nor small, half old but not new.

At the door, there was a little novice standing there with lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes. Seeing Shu Yao and the two of them coming up to meet him, "The abbot told me that there are distinguished guests today, so let me take the two distinguished guests directly to the wing where the abbot is."

He seemed to really not know how expensive the two distinguished guests were, and he didn't see the slightest hint of shock and awe.

Some are just responsible for greeting the two guests.

Passing through the main entrance, there is an old copper stove standing in front of the Daxiong Palace. No incense is inserted. The burnt bottom of the stove is thick with layers of incense ash, and the breath is like a gossamer. road.

The lacquered statues of gods and Buddhas in the Daxiong Palace are dim in color and the glaze is half-dried, but the compassionate love still hangs heavily on the brows.

Suppressing those round eyebrows a little bit, there is a little bit of sadness that the world suffers for no reason.

The little novice led them all the way to the wing room in the backyard.

He anxiously said to Wei Heng: "The abbot has given orders, and I saw that benefactor who is dressed in red and looks good..."

He didn't need to continue, Wei Heng nodded and said: "I'll wait for him outside."

The old wooden door turned with a "click", and Shu Yao pushed the door open and entered.

He raised an eyebrow.

The abbots of Liudao Temple all have empty titles, and they have the style of avoiding the world of Liudao Temple.

But his appearance doesn't quite meet the standards of the abbot of Liudao Temple, a master of the world, in the hearts of the world.

It is neither solemn nor refined.

It's just an ordinary fat middle-aged man with a shaved head, wearing cassock, and kind eyebrows.

When he saw Shu Yao, he first closed his eyes and closed his palms, and recited the Buddha's name: "The poor monks are all empty. Here, I thank the greedy wolf for making a vow to travel thousands of miles to come to my Liudao Temple."

Shu Yao had expected it.

No matter how you look at it, the abbot of Liudao Temple, who has been reclusive for a long time, is not so boring that he wants to meet Daozun's disciples.

Then there is only one identity left, Tanlangshi.

Shu Yao intentionally or unintentionally hinted at Abbot Jiekong: "You don't need to thank me, it was Dao Zun's Sun Moon Zhaobi who sent me here."

All empty: "???"

He wondered, is the Greedy Wolf Envoy casually mentioning that he has a good relationship with Dao Zun, or is he implying that Dao Zun is outside and he should not be easily touched?

Anyway, Jie Kong had no intention of doing anything.

He just acted according to what he had planned in advance, and said honestly: "Don't misunderstand the envoy of greedy wolf, and don't be nervous. The poor monk can know the identity of the envoy of greedy wolf. Thanks to Abbot Wuchen for informing the poor monk."

Shu Yao: "..."

He vaguely remembered that Abbot Wuchen had sworn to him that he would never reveal his identity to the outside world.

Sure enough, Abbot Wuchen could be called an immortal warrior, which is not very reliable.

After only a few days of work, the mouth is so big that it is scary.

After some explanations, Abbot Jiekong asked: "The poor monk is too talkative, I want to ask, how does the envoy of the greedy wolf see the seven emotions and six desires?"

He was obviously a smiling middle-aged man who made money with kindness before, and he didn't look like an eminent monk in cassock.

But at this moment Jie Kong's abbot looked solemn, and on his well-proportioned, fat and round face, there was a hint of majesty and rigidity that wanted to penetrate his bones.

It is not the majesty and hardness that hurts people, just like the glaring eyes of King Kong, there is infinite compassion in the toughness.

Shu Yao said hello: "Good question."

Shu Yao has thought about this question for a long time in the past hundred years.

Abbot Jiekong said softly: "Don't talk about anything else, just say that the envoy and poor monk are familiar with each other."

"People embark on the journey of spiritual practice because of their desire to live forever and to call the wind and rain.

This kind of desire belongs to one of the seven emotions and six desires.

The seven emotions and six desires are present in human beings from birth, and they are the seven emotions and six desires given to people by the way of heaven.It's ridiculous that everyone says that practice is against the sky, but they don't know that from the very beginning, people are under the mercy of heaven from birth. "

Shu Yao raised his eyebrows.

He felt that Abbot Jiekong's speech was a bit dangerous.

But Shu Yao remained silent, waiting to see whether Abbot Jiekong's next speech would turn around or be more dangerous.

Abbot Jiekong's voice was moderate in intensity, neither high nor low, neither fast nor slow. When he opened his mouth, it seemed as if his own Buddhist scriptures were singing behind him:

"The poor monk knows that the envoy of greedy wolves must not like the seven emotions and six desires."

"Because the Gusha lineage of the demonic way is not the bitter fruit caused by the seven emotions and six desires? Isn't it because the seven emotions and six desires are too much for the Demon Lord and the Seven Killing Envoys to enter the Gusha lineage?"

Shu Yao moved his hand down two inches, and touched the hilt of the sword with a cold voice.

Liudao Temple is isolated from the world, and basically has no contact with the other five sects.

Even Abbot Wuchen may not be able to understand the matter of Mozun and the three envoys who killed the wolf.

But looking at Abbot Jiekong's tone, he seemed to know the inside story.

How to avoid the world with Liudao Temple?

Shu Yao just lightly touched the hilt of Han Sheng Ji Ying's sword, his expression was as usual, he didn't ask or think too much.

Wei Heng was waiting for him outside.

So he has the greatest and deepest confidence in the world, so he can wait for Abbot Jie Kong to come to him one by one to hear what the rules are.

Abbot Jiekong said: "I am an ancestor of Liudao Temple, I know the pain of the seven emotions and six desires, and I also hate the way of heaven to use the seven emotions and six desires to enslave the people of the world, regardless of monks and ordinary people. Let alone make them suffer, so there are poverty and wealth, nobility and baseness , With the annexation of the country, the blood flowed like a river, and the war between immortals and demons, it will last for thousands of years."

"So the ancestors let Liudao Temple escape from the world, and supplemented with the method of clearing the heart, vowed to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, go against the law of heaven, and return the world to a peaceful and indisputable world."

Abbot Jiekong laughed.

At that moment, he was detached from his appearance, like a god Buddha lowering his eyebrows on an altar, and a bodhisattva raising his eyes.

All beings are in awe.

He said: "The Dao cultivated by the envoy Tanlang must match perfectly with my Six Paths Temple."

Shu Yao said, getting close is like killing a wolf, so you can understand.

Certainly not something a reclusive abbot of Liudao Temple could know.

Shu Yao didn't ask why Abbot Jiekong suddenly invited him here, and told him a lot about the seven emotions and six desires, and knew the secrets of him and the magic way.

Shu Yao also laughed.

He flung out a blue and white storybook from his sleeve, and said leisurely, "Might as well take a look at this first, the abbot?"

Abbot Jiekong stretched out his hand to take it.

As the pages of the paper were turned, his compassionate and harmonious expression shattered on his face page by page.

The abbot was speechless for a while: "Why did the Greedy Wolf Messenger show the poor monk the secrets between the Mozun, the Seven Killing Messenger, and the Pojun Messenger?"

Shu Yao: "???"

He snatched the copy from Abbot Jiekong's hand and took a look. It was indeed Gu Chi's pen that was freshly released and gave him a copy of the Secret History of Kunyi for trial reading.

The scale is very large, the kind that would make Gu Chi feel a little embarrassed after finishing writing.

Shu Yao expressed deep apology for disturbing the purity of Abbot Jiekong's monks: "I took it wrong."

He turned his hand and took out the Secret History of Xuanshan from his sleeve: "This is it."

"The abbot might as well read this book, and then come talk to me about emotions and desires?"