not bound

Ten miles away from Wuyun City, there is the Scorching Sun Rift Valley, and there is Fuqiu Mountain beside the Rift Valley.

Fuqiu Mountain faces the valley in the north, and the mountain is red and white, with no grass growing.Facing Wuyun City in the south, Populus euphratica forest and Tamarix shrubs cover the hillside, and an ancient brick and wood structure Zen courtyard is dotted in the middle of the mountainside.

On this day, the morning bell resounded in the forest of Fuqiu Mountain, reverberating in the dense forest mist, lingering in the aftertaste, like a soothing whisper.

There are two people sitting opposite each other in the Mercy Hall of Guanzhi Chanyuan.

On the left is a bald monk, with a green mud coat, sitting cross-legged on a futon, straightening his back as if meditating. A cup of tea is placed on the table in front of him. The cup is rough in workmanship, but the tea inside is golden and clear, exuding Calm and stable sandalwood aroma.Although the old monk looked like he was dying, his gray eyes were clear and bright, like crystal stones from Xiyan. Everything was imprinted in his eyes without hindrance.

The person on the right is sitting on the floor paved with poplar wood, and the green bamboo sleeve cloak is spread all over the floor. From a distance, it looks like a round green ball leaning against the table.Her long black hair was tied lazily by a jasper headband and hung on her shoulders, setting off a handsome face with a three-pointed smile.The futon was placed between the back and the wall, and the man was leaning like that, holding a teacup. There were sharp teeth marks on his fingers, which were slightly red and swollen, as if he had been bitten by some beast.

Although I don't know what the sitting posture is under the shirt, but only from a bare foot exposed outside the shirt, it can be seen that his posture is very uninhibited.

Qingtuan Xue Zangxue rubbed the cup wall and glanced at the old monk. There was not much joy and tranquility in the old monk's eyes, and even some worries that shouldn't exist.

"Benefactor, you are here again."

"Yeah, I'm here again." His voice was unhurried, his tone rose slightly, with a hint of teasing, "Old man, is Xue just here to drink a cup of your Sanskrit white sandalwood? Is it a sad look to force you to return to vulgarity if you are unwilling?"

"White sandalwood with Sanskrit sounds is not a treasure. If Master Xue wants to drink it, the poor monk will offer it to you. But it is definitely not as simple as drinking tea when Master Xue comes to my meditation room." No no shaking his head lightly.

Xue Zangxue asked: "Are you afraid that I will cause trouble?"

"For monks, life and death are vain, so there is no need to talk about trouble. I think my stubborn disciple Tingfan has brought trouble to you, the donor."

Xue Zangxue smiled even wider.

No no sigh.

His youngest apprentice, Ting Fan, has been a very troublesome person since he was a child. His dharma name was personally set by the previous abbot. He does not deny that the previous abbot has great wisdom. Listening to Fan is very troublesome.

Tingfan seems to be a good monk who is serious about his practice, but once he is concerned about something, he has to take care of any trivial matters, and the unresolvable things have to be brought back to the temple to end slowly.

He was only 13 years old at the time, and he wanted to go out of the monastery desperately. When asked why, he said that he wanted to go out to save sentient beings.

From the chaos of the country to the battles in the rivers and lakes, to the chaos of the Buddhist scriptures and the moss on the ancient clock, he always kept it in his heart. According to him, this is called cultivating the Buddha to save the world.

To put it bluntly, Ting Fan, a young monk, can be regarded as a generation of masters who care about the world and worry about the future. If it doesn't sound good, he can be called a troublesome monk who meddles in other people's affairs.

Of course, he also received a lot of punishment for this. He was punished to face the wall in Beishan of Fuqiu for many years, until the former host passed away two years ago, so he was released because of his pity.

"The first time I saw him, he brought a hungry desert snow wolf cub to my pharmacy, and said he wanted to feed the wolf cub. I thought he was stupid, so I let him go into the shop. Cubs don’t deal with me very well.” Xue Zangxue coughed, “And that day, I happened to have an eye disease, and I couldn’t see clearly. When I realized it, I was already bitten by that wolf cub.”

"What about this time? It's the little wolf cub again?"

"No, a little wolf cub, whose teeth haven't grown sharply yet, can bite out any flowers, could it be that he's offended me?" Xue Zangxue touched his finger, "I met him again this time when I was going out, he said I look like I am sick to the bone marrow, saying that you can cure eye diseases. I happen to be interested, so I will come to see you by the way."

No denying: "The benefactor's eye disease originated from the inside, but it appeared outside the body due to external interference. Later, the benefactor forcibly suppressed it with special exercises, and guessed it was alleviated. If he cut off love and love from then on and lived a peaceful life, it would not be too much. It’s a big problem. But now, the poor monk only sees countless symptoms lingering in the donor’s body, and even his usual calm mind begins to boil and become restless, so the eye disease is backfired, and it will become more and more incurable. The injured and the healers are all the donor himself, the poor There is nothing the monk can do."

"I just said, you can't cure it." Xue Zangxue's eyes were empty, and a self-defeating and self-abandonment that I would not bother to stay with me flashed through his eyes. On the surface, his tone was still indifferent, and even the corners of his mouth Still smiling.

No no sighed.

With his means, how could he be dragged up the mountain? Since he chose to stay and see himself, it shows that he has a glimmer of hope for a cure, but unfortunately...

All the disdain is to cover up the disappointment and unwillingness after the hope is shattered.

"The deaf have eyesight and the blind have hearing. God has cut off your way, but will give you another gift. It makes you unable to see clearly, maybe it just doesn't want you to see too clearly and work too hard. Benefactor Xue, If you can stay away from all things in the world of mortals as before, and be a wandering doctor with a calm mind, your disease will be stable for a few more years. But if you have to plunge into this muddy water and work hard physically and mentally, I’m afraid you will The eye disease that has been suppressed through untold hardships will break out in a short time. What's more, the seven emotions will drive the true energy, leading to the collapse of the inner breath. At that time, even if the panacea of ​​Canaan medicine king Ergu arrives in time, coupled with peerless medical skills It is not allowed to prolong your life, but it will never exceed one month."

After a long while, Xue Zangxue let out a long sigh with a rather perplexed expression.

"Why is the benefactor confused?"

"One month is not enough, I still have too many things to do, I can't see it," Xue Zangxue put down his wine glass, stroking the rim with his finger, "But, I don't want to give up now."

"Everyone has his own destiny, just think about the Buddha and the devil."

"I'm afraid that if I take this step, there will be no turning back."

"The sands of time always pass away without regret, and there is no turning back in the world."

"I'm just a little overwhelmed."

"The donor just has to make peace with himself."

"Which one is me? Which one am I?"

"The skin is all false, but the soul is real, you are still you."

"I'm still me?"

Xue Zangxue was almost frozen in place, motionless, as if he had entered a realm of emptiness that no one could disturb.

Bubu waited at the same spot for a long time, seeing Xue Zangxue's gradually stretching eyebrows, finally nodded in relief, and quietly led him to the door and left the Hall of Mercy.

Xue Zangxue is a very special existence to Bufei.

That day, Ting Fan told him quietly that he had spent all his efforts to bring a person up the mountain, and as long as he saved this person, he could save the evil in the whole world.

Is the person brought back by Ting Fan the evil of the whole world?

No, at that time I really wanted to lock up Tingfan again, and let him stop talking nonsense.

Until the moment he saw Xue Zangxue, he understood what Ting Fan meant.

Ting Fan hopes to save this person himself, because this person is not evil, but the evil of evil, he puts on Shura's bloody clothes for himself, and burns the evil.

Indeed, this person's appearance is young and reckless, but his heart is old and heavy.The complexity engraved on the soul made it impossible for an old monk of his age to see clearly, let alone Duhua.

So he refused to listen to Brahma's request, he could not save this person.What he can do is to give this person a smooth ride when he is lost in the world of mortals.

If the donor wants to burn evil, the poor monk is willing to kneel on the broken road ahead of the donor.

***

The guest room where Xue Zangxue lives is not far from the abbot's meditation room.

The scenery outside the window is good, the hazelwood leaves here are not too red, as if infected by the temple, it is golden with a touch of Zen.Clusters of leaves hang in the air, intertwined with the low mist, every angle can be pictured.

On the couch was Abu's precious coffin, or Xue Zangxue's precious coffin, which had been pushed halfway open.

Xue Zangxue took out a thick stack of files from the coffin.

He took the stack of files and sat back at the wooden table again, slowly reading page by page under the orange light.

This is a secret volume collected from Wei Pavilion. Before leaving, he went to blackmail him again, and left Wuyun City when everyone didn't notice him.The reason for this move was entirely because it was so shocking to see Guan Ruoxu, the left-handed sword, giving up the sword and using the sound attack that night.This made Xue Zangxue have to face up to the whole situation of the arena.

The secret volume given by Caiwei Pavilion this time is very detailed, not only covering the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, it can be said that everything about weapons, sound attacks, killers, and assassins in the entire Lingxi Continent is recorded, even if Xue Zangxue reads it day and night. It can't be over in a while.

He has watched it for a long time in the past few days, and he has basically figured out the new situation in the arena in the past few years since he left the arena.

Over the years, there have been two foreign forces in the arena.

For the first time, Guangmingtang in Xizhou entered the rivers and lakes.They plundered weapons wantonly, causing martial arts practitioners who used other weapons to lose their original weapons, and more and more people were on the list of killers and assassins.

For the second time, the Eight Directions appeared.Those on the list of knights were named one by one, and the knights who lost their original weapons began to disappear.

One was aimed at weapons and the other at people, but the disaster of weapons extended from the first time to the second time. This general direction gave Xue Zangxue a bad feeling.

The details are even more shocking, because the several murders in Wuyun City were not accidental at all.Similar strange killings have been recorded more than 20 years ago, and God Catch Lan Mo is the No. 1 investigation of these cases.Assuming that these cases are rape, then the records in "Xihai Corpse Injustice Record" are like the drug puppets used to test poison at the beginning, and the more proficient the use of those drugs later on.The cases in recent years are very hidden, and it is even difficult to judge whether it is an assassination or a natural event.

In the beginning, there were homicide cases, almost all of which occurred in the Xihai area.What appeared in the middle was the case of weapons disappearing, almost all of which were in the Central Plains.Then came the disappearance of martial arts figures, all over the continent.

There are no rules to follow in terms of geography and time.

Xue Zangxue felt a headache and had been staying in Fuqiu Mountain for three days. He had to go to Monk Bubu every day to ask Sanskrit and Baitan to suppress his headache.

He shuffled the files a little irritably, revealing a small piece of paper that had been added to the old file.

The word "Mo Zelan" suddenly broke into Xue Zangxue's tired eyes.

With a sudden heartbeat, Xue Zangxue thought of the day before he left.

The author has something to say:

Are you lost?

Are you anxious?

Have you lost your soul and can't find yourself?

In the Guanzhi Temple of Fuqiu Mountain, listen to evening drums and morning bells, and drink Sanskrit sounds and white sandalwood.

You can't find yourself without you!

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