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Zheng Qiu felt a sharp pain in his head. The theories of Buddhism and Taoism were easy to deal with, and destroying his cultivation was also easy to deal with, but what should he do with the demon in his heart?

Could it be that he wanted to implant the bloody sea of ​​skeletons from his own small world into his body?

Zheng Qiu was naturally unwilling to do these things, not because it was difficult to do, but because he was afraid of waste. He found that the Blood Evil Shura Sea had become a whole since it became spiritual. Every time he peeled it off, the blood clans in the sea would be exploited, and even their physical strength would be affected.

Zheng Qiu thought about it carefully and came up with a plan. Since he had an inner demon, he could just send him to a place that was very different from his beliefs. He had to preach anyway, so he could just throw him into a small mountain village and then assign him a protector. Then he could arrange the plot to make him miserable.

Zheng Qiu grabbed Shi Xingyu directly and appeared beside the old monk in a flash.

The old monk was extremely excited at this time. He suddenly had a demon-subduing pestle in his hand and used the statue on it to hit Zheng Bing's head: "Donor, you are really stubborn!"

"Venerable Maudgalyayana was one of the ten great disciples of the Buddha and was famous for his supernatural powers. When his mother was alive, she was greedy and stingy and did not practice good deeds. After her death, she fell into the realm of hungry ghosts and suffered from hunger and thirst. Venerable Maudgalyayana learned that his mother was suffering and could not bear it. So he used his supernatural powers to send food to the realm of hungry ghosts, hoping that his mother could be nourished. However, due to the heavy karma of his mother, the food turned into flames as soon as it reached her hands and she could not swallow it."

"When Venerable Maudgalyayana saw this, he was anxious and asked the Buddha for advice. The Buddha told him that it was difficult to save his mother with his own strength alone, and he must rely on the power of the monks to practice together and accumulate merits in order to save his mother. So, on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, which is the Ullambana Festival, Venerable Maudgalyayana followed the Buddha's teachings, made offerings to the monks of all directions, and dedicated the merits to his mother. In the end, his mother was able to escape from the realm of hungry ghosts and be reborn as a human."

"May I ask what you understand from this story?"

Zheng Bing gnashed his teeth and looked at the old monk: "I understand you! The ten great disciples of Buddha have great magical powers but they can't protect their mothers. They were born by their mothers but they can't eliminate their mothers' sins. Even if he has achieved enlightenment, what good can it do? A man loves nothing more than his son, and nothing more than his mother. Maybe he is a powerful monk, but in my eyes, you are nothing but a poor creature!"

The old monk hit Zheng Bing on the head with his pestle: "What a sin! Benefactor, this story tells us that although individual karma is heavy, it can be changed through collective strength, practice and accumulation of merit. Although you are full of anger and dissatisfaction now, if you can calm down and practice Buddhism, you will be able to purify your mind and find inner peace."

Zheng Bing was beaten so hard that his head was swollen. He obviously did not choose to compromise. It really hurt, but he knew that the old monk did not dare to kill him. With this in mind, he would not admit defeat: "I practice cultivation, you uncle! You are just slaves of Buddha, but I can become the strongest under the boss! I am who I am! The boss gave me life and mission! I will not bow to evil forces!"

"Old bald donkey, your story sounds good, but I, Zheng Bing, am not so easily convinced. Your Buddhist teachings are useless to me. I don't believe in them."

The old monk was not angry: "Donor, Buddhism is not to convince you, but to guide you. The anger and dissatisfaction in your heart are all because of your attachment to self, fame and fortune. Only by letting go of these can you be truly free."

At this moment, Zheng Qiu came to the two of them, holding Huikong in his hand: "Hey! Busy!"

The old monk stood up hurriedly, but when he saw Huikong's cultivation was completely wasted, a trace of fluctuation appeared in his eyes, but this fluctuation was quickly drowned out by his wrinkled face.

"Buddha! What does this mean?"

Zheng Qiu smiled and said, "Untie Zheng Bing's rope first, and I'll tell you later!"

The old monk did not hesitate. He knew it would be easy for Zheng Qiu to destroy this magic weapon, and asking him to open it on his own initiative was already a favor to him, so he quickly put Zheng Bing down, bowed slightly and stood aside.

Zheng Qiu looked at Zheng Bing, whose face was bruised and swollen, and couldn't suppress the upward smile on his face: "Hahaha! Look at you like that! I'll let you slack off in your cultivation!"

Zheng Bing looked disdainful: "Tsk! Boss, don't forget, this face of mine is yours! When you look at me, it's like looking in a mirror!"

Zheng Qiu's smile suddenly stopped: "Okay! I won't tease you anymore! I came here to discuss something with you!"

Zheng Qiu turned forward with one hand, and the two of them came to the small world: "Zheng Bing! I need you to do something."

Zheng Bing rubbed the big bump on his head: "If you have something to say, just tell me!"

Zheng Qiu laughed: "Let Huikong develop a demon in his heart! Torture him! Make him doubt his own way!"

Zheng Bing's eyes suddenly lit up: "I can kill him right away! I think his cultivation is only at the Nascent Soul stage, so it shouldn't be difficult to kill him!"

"Not only can you not kill him, you also have to become his protector and protect him in a hidden corner."

Zheng Bing was immediately displeased when he heard this: "I am just a key maker now! Can you help me ask him if he makes keys? How many keys does he make?"

Zheng Qiu raised his lips and said, "I heard the old bald donkey hitting you from across the mountain! Are you so good-tempered now?"

Zheng Bing's eyes lit up at first, and then he looked at Zheng Qiu with disdain: "You were the one who ordered that. If you don't agree, he wouldn't dare to do it even if he had 18,000 guts!"

Zheng Qiu rolled his eyes and began to persuade: "This guy is a child of luck. You can tell it at a glance!"

Zheng Bing had a puzzled look on his face and slapped his head: "Yes, I saw it a long time ago!"

"You are so smart, you must be able to see it! It is precisely because you are smart that I give this opportunity to you! To be honest, I don't trust anyone else! Only you can take on this important task!"

Zheng Bing immediately smiled happily: "Is it true? Hehe! I feel like you're not talking about me!"

Zheng Qiu continued: "Do you know why I didn't choose Zheng Feng?"

"why!"

"Because Zheng Feng is too greedy for money, I am afraid to hand this kid over to him. His temper will ruin my plan."

"Then why don't you give it to Zheng He and Zheng Yu?"

Zheng Qiu sighed: "They are too straight, they will definitely not do this well! Only you are me, and you can do the best job!"

Zheng Bing laughed innocently: "You are right! As for why you didn't choose Zheng Yuan, I know!"

Zheng Qiu suddenly became interested: "Why didn't I choose you, Zheng Yuan? Tell me! I want to see if your guess is right!"

Zheng Bing smiled mysteriously: "Good brother, everything is self-explanatory! I understand you! There is no need to say these!"