Red Heart Survey

Among the floating clouds, the fairy-like Ye was complaining.

"What are you meddling with? If something really goes wrong, wouldn't the owner of this pavilion be in a loss-making business?"

"Hey, I'm not stupid, just pay attention." The weird-looking beast laughed and said, "It's so fun!"

"yes……"

A real person surnamed Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and his face was refreshed: "Everyone who understands the world is a practitioner, and a clear mind is a source of merit!"

The strange beast flicked its tail: "You took the power of Ling Xiao. But you also cut off part of the cause and effect for him. Doesn't it hinder the way forward?"

"Heh." A real person surnamed Ye flicked his fingers, the light pierced through the sky, and the clouds scattered: "There is some weight, to him it is a mountain, to me it is a speck of dust!"

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The wind and rain beat plantains, what is scattered about them.

The murderous mob left.

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

He was beaten violently by the old monk Kujue twice in a row, and his teeth itched with hatred.

The first time I was beaten, I wanted to relieve the old monk's grievances about his failure to accept disciples, so that's all. But this resentment was too long. Why are you beating and beating, addicted to beating?

Being beaten up every now and then, how could he, Jiang Wang, see people? How do you hold your head high in front of your sister?

But if he really wanted to talk about how to get revenge on Kujue...he couldn't do it. After all, Kujue really saved his life, and he is an elder.

And he can't beat...

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

Whatever Kujue beat him today, he will pay back on Kujue's precious apprentice in the future. Make Kujue anxious, make Kujue angry, and make the yellow-faced old monk stare blankly.

"……never mind."

After fantasizing for a while, Jiang Wang finally sighed, picked up the knocked-off mask as if resigned to his fate, and slowly put it on: "It's not a hero who vents his anger on others. I'm still good at practicing, let the old monk sooner If you can't beat me, it's justified."

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

Jiang Wang walked forward while controlling Daoyuan to walk around the beaten part to relieve the pain.

"However... how do you feel that there was more than one person who hit me just now?"

"Is there a cleansing ceremony... It's too confusing to pay attention to. The cleansing ceremony looks strange and simple, isn't it so sluggish?"

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The monk Jingli who was being chanted was crying at the moment.

He knelt and sat on the ground, and there were a few spots of blood on the cleanly starched monk's robe.

Clean brows and eyes were wrinkled, and weeping.

In the light from the window, his tearful eyes were very pure.

In front of him, lay a haggard old monk with a yellow face, his eyes closed, motionless.

Soon.

"Crying, crying, why are you crying!" The yellow-faced old monk opened his eyes and cursed loudly: "You are crying for mourning!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... but you..." Jingli cried out of breath, "you're hurt so badly..."

This is a dilapidated small temple, standing on a bare hill.

There is no shelter around, and the wind blows wantonly.

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

The front hall is a place of worship, but there is only one wooden statue. It is unknown which Buddha is carved, because there is no face, and it is not known whether it was not engraved at the beginning, or it has been blurred in the long years. After all, it is enshrined there.

Naturally, the faceless Buddha had few incense sticks, and the offering tray in front of the Buddha statue was already empty. Mice can't even chew on any flour crumbs.

The apse is the residence of the monks.

There is only one bed in the room, and there is a bitter sleep on the bed, so the cleansing ritual can only be done sitting on the ground.

Kujue struggled to get injured, and forcibly charged into the sky wind. Before he could recover, he confronted the vigorous Zhuang Gaoxian on the long river again.

Although he did not lose the wind during the war, after leaving the battle, his injuries intensified.

That alone is nothing.

Afterwards, he pretended to be dead and cheated on Jiang Wang's shaving degree. Jiang Wang was determined not to be a monk, and refused to agree to it. In a rage, he got up and beat him violently, and left gracefully after his grievances dissipated. Return to the Hanging Temple to deal with his own troubled affairs.

But unfortunately, on the way back to the Xuankong Temple, he ran into an old enemy.

Seeing that he was injured, the old enemy had no reason to pursue him endlessly and beat him fiercely.

This battle was fought extremely miserable, that is to say, the old monk was cunning and resorted to many tricks, so he seized the opportunity and fled back to the territory of Xuankong Temple.

At this point, the injury was very serious.

Of course, it can still be seen from his angry and cursing posture that he is not in danger of his life.

He even raised his hand and gave Jingli's bald head a pat: "Crying and crying, you are useless! Can you learn from your junior brother Jingshen? He didn't even frown when he saw the blood all over my body!"

After finishing speaking, he smacked himself: "No. This is without emotion..."

"You bastard, hit me lightly!"

"Woooooo..." Jingli shrank her head, but she was still crying: "Master, slow down, the wound is open..."

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

"Is it dead!"

Feeling the pain, he immediately lay down and closed his eyes, and his breath was weakened.

Monk Jingli also stopped talking, sobbing silently.

The skinny old monk stepped into the apse with a few steps, his face looked sick and his voice was like a bell.

"Bitter feeling! You tampered with my bell. What's the crime!?"

When Kujue rushed thousands of miles to rescue Jiang Wang, he specially brought me to hear the bell, and all the evils retreated along the way, and the heroes did not stop them.

But I heard that the bell is the treasure of Xuankong Temple. Only those who perform special Buddhist rituals can wear them out of the house.

Special things are Buddhist things.

Suffering is of course not a Buddhist practice, and the Xuankong Temple is unlikely to support him in saving a "disciple" who refuses to be ordained and has no status, let alone allow him to take me away for the sake of Jiang Wang.

So he stole it by himself without telling anyone.

At this moment, bitterness came to ask for guilt.

Ku Jue closed his eyes, his breath was like a spring, and he didn't respond.

Jing Li let out a wow, and cried out, "Master, please don't yell at my master, he is seriously injured!"

The little monk cried very sadly.

Let the weather-beaten Ru suffering illness, can't help feeling a little compassion: "Uncle Master didn't yell at your Master, Uncle Master just has a loud voice!"

He has been restrained, still sounding like a drum.

"Then master, don't talk." Jing Li cried, "Let my master rest for a while."

Suffering is suffocated for a moment.

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

He intentionally bypassed the cleansing ceremony to pick up the pain. But he knew that Kujue was seriously injured this time. I'm afraid that his hands will be heavy, and if one is not good, it will hurt the pain.

At this time, he suddenly understood why Kudi, as the chief seat of Guanshiyuan, was doing a good job as part of his duties, but he actively avoided this job and let him do it.

I am afraid that the Truth of Suffering is very clear, how difficult it is to hold people accountable for suffering.

And he ran over excitedly, wanting to take the opportunity to gain the upper hand and teach him a lesson, but he was blocked as soon as he entered the door, and he was in a dilemma.

The head of the majestic Jianglong Academy, the fierce and unparalleled Master of Suffering, was at a loss for a while!