Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 751

  Amidst the drifting clouds, the fairy-like person Ye is complaining.

   "What are you messing up with? If something goes wrong, isn't the pavilion owner doing a loss-making business?"

   "Hey, I'm not stupid, pay attention." The weird beast laughed and said, "It's great!"

"Yup……"

  A real person surnamed Ye took a long sigh of relief, and his face was refreshed: "Everything in the world is all about cultivating careers, and the thoughts are the resources!"

  The strange beast flicked its tail: "You have taken the power of Lingxiao. But you also split part of the cause and effect for him. It does not hinder the way forward, right?"

   "Heh." A real person surnamed Ye flicked his fingers, the light pierced through the sky, and the clouds drifted away: "Some loads, for him is a mountain, for me, it is a dust!"

  ……

  ……

  Squally wind and showers hit Basho, what is it like?

  The murderous mob left.

   Jiang Wang slowed down for a while before adjusting the chaotic Dao Yuan back.

   was beaten twice by the old monk Kujue in a row, and he tickled with hatred.

  I was beaten for the first time, thinking about relieving the grievances of the old monk for failing to accept disciples. But this grievance is too long. How come you hit and hit again, so addicted to hitting?

  Being beaten every other way, how did he meet Jiang Wang? Why do you stand tall in front of your sister?

   But I really want to say how to avenge suffering...he couldn't do it. After all, Kujue really saved his life, and he was an elder again.

  And he can't beat...

   "I can't blame me for the clean gift." He finally gritted his teeth and said: "If you want to complain, blame your master!"

  How Kujue beat him today, he will return to Kujue’s precious apprentice in the future. Make Kujue anxious, make Kujue angry, and make the yellow-faced old monk stare.

   "...Forget it."

After fantasizing for a while, Jiang Wang finally sighed, picked up the mask that had been knocked down, and slowly put it on: "Moving anger to others is not the work of a hero. I am still good at practicing and let the old monk earlier. If you can't beat me, that's right."

  Yong State is in the northwest of Yun State, and the long river passes through Hechang Mansion in the territory.

  Jiang Wang walked forward while controlling Dao Yuan to walk around the beaten area to relieve the pain.

   "But...how do you feel that more than one person hit me just now?"

   "Are there any cleansing gifts... It's too messy and I didn't pay attention. The cleansing gifts look weird and simple, won't they be so bad, right?"

  ……

  ……

  The monk Jingli who was chanted is crying at this moment.

  He knelt and sat on the ground, stained with a few blood stains on the clean monk's clothes.

  Clean brows and eyebrows frowned, crying humbly.

  In the light spilled from the window, his tears were very pure.

  In front of him, lay a yellow-faced old monk who described it as withered, his eyes closed tightly, motionless.

  Soon.

   "Cry, cry, cry, why cry!" The yellow-faced old monk opened his eyes and cursed: "Where are you crying?"

   "Woo woo woo... but you..." Jing Li cried out of breath: "You hurt so badly..."

  This is a dilapidated small temple, standing on a bald mountain.

  There is no obstruction, the wind blows around wantonly.

  There are only two rooms in the temple, which are divided into front and back halls.

  The front hall is the place of worship, but there is only a wooden statue. I don't know which Buddha was carved. Because it has no face, I don't know whether it was not carved at the beginning, or it was blurred in the ages. It's always enshrined there.

  The natural incense of this faceless Buddha is sparse, and the offering plate in front of the Buddha statue is already empty. The mouse can't chew a bit of dander.

  The apse is the residence of the monks.

  There was only one bed in the house, and the bed was suffering, so Jingli could only sit on the ground.

   Hardly felt injured, forcibly into the sky, before recuperating, and above the long river, fought fiercely with the vigorous Zhuang Gaoxian.

  Although the wind did not fall during the war, after leaving the battle, his injuries also intensified.

  This alone is nothing.

After   , he pretended to be dead and deceived Jiang Wang to shave. Jiang Wang was determined to be a monk and refused to agree. In a rage, he got up and violently beat him, and then left unhurriedly after his grievances were gone. Return to the Xuankong Temple to deal with his own bad news.

  Unfortunately, on the way back to Xuankong Temple, I ran into an old opponent.

  The old adversary saw him injured, so there is no reason to chase him.

  The battle was extremely miserable, that is, the old monk was cunning and had a lot of means, so that he could look at the opportunity and escape to the site of the Xuankong Temple.

  At this point, the injury is very serious.

  Of course, it can be seen from his angry cursing posture that he has no life worry.

  He even raised his hand and gave Jingli's bald head a moment: "Weeping, weeping, nothing promising! Can you learn from your Junior Brother Jingshen? He doesn't frown when he sees Laozi's blood!"

   After he finished speaking, he smacked it himself: "No. This is not emotional..."

   "A turtle bastard, light it up!"

   "Woo woo woo..." Jingli shrank her head, but she was still crying, "Master, slow down, the wounds are all open..."

   At this moment, there was a sudden bang outside the temple, like thunder.

   "Is it dead!"

   Suddenly lie down and close your eyes immediately, the Qi machine decays.

  Monk Jingli also silently sobbed.

  The skinny old monk stepped into the apse a few steps, his face looked like sickness, and his sound was like a Hong Zhong.

   "Bitter Jue! You trespassed me to smell the bell. What about the crime!?"

  When I felt painful and rushed to save Jiang Wang, he brought me to hear the bell, and the evil spirits retreated all the way.

  But I heard that the bell is the treasure of the temple in Xuankongsi Town. Only when you walk on special Buddhas can you wear them out.

  Special events are Buddhist events.

  Kujue is certainly not about walking on Buddha's affair. Xuankong Temple cannot support him in saving a "disciple" who refuses to shave and has no name. It is even more impossible for Jiang Wang to allow him to take me to smell the bell.

  So he stole it by himself and never knew anyone.

  At this moment, suffering comes to ask the guilt.

  Keeping her eyes closed, her anger is like a gossamer, and she doesn't respond.

   Wow, and cried: "Master, don’t want to yell at my master, he’s badly hurt!"

  The little monk was crying so sad.

   makes the weather-beaten like a bitter disease, and can't help feeling a little bit embarrassed: "Uncle Master didn't yell at your Master, Master Uncle is just loud!

  He has been restraining, still speaking like drums and thunder.

  "Uncle Master, don't talk." Jingli cried: "Let my Master take a rest."

   Suffering and suffocating for a while.

  If I don’t speak, how can I blame your master?

  He deliberately bypassed the purification ceremony and picked up the suffering. But he knew that Kujue was indeed seriously injured this time. I'm afraid he has heavy hands, and if one is not good, it hurts to feel bad.

  At this time, he suddenly understood why Kudi, as the first seat of the Guanshi Academy, was part of his responsibilities, but he actively avoided this task and let him do it.

  I am afraid that the truth of suffering is very clear, how difficult it is to account for suffering.

   And he ran over excitedly, trying to take the opportunity to gain the upper hand and give a lesson, but he was held up as soon as he entered the door, and he was in a dilemma.

  The first seat of the dignified Jianglongyuan, the fierce and inexorable master of suffering, was at a loss for a while!

  (End of this chapter)