Poor Monk

Chapter 80: Don't look back

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In this world, not everyone has a meaningful life.

Some people live for joy, anger and sorrow, some people live for love and hatred, but some people live only for the pale word "live".

Or fear of the unknown, so fear of death.

In the past, he was always afraid of death, afraid of the world after death, or it didn't exist at all, but when all hope of life was almost wiped out, he was no longer afraid of death.

If there is no reason for you to live...

So, what is there to love about living

Ten years have been like a dream, and suddenly they all wandered away like a wandering soul.

After Shen Du finished his words of comforting Gu Zhao, he walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back with that inexplicable smile.

The three mountain gates are one heavy and one heavy, and his figure has gradually disappeared.

Naturally, the people on the demon road didn't expect Shen Du to leave like this without saying a word, Qi Qi reacted, and then hurriedly said goodbye to the temple and chased Shen Du away.

A group of people left in a mighty manner.

Zhengdao's side is naturally confused, and some people think that there must be something strange, and they suspect that Shen Du is secretly hiding Chencang in the matter of the Buddha's possession.

Only Gu Zhao stood in the same place, and there was a kind of trance in his heart that he was teased by fate, but the person who was teased was not him, but Shen Du.

"Gu Shaoshan, how is it?"

When someone saw that Shen Du was gone, they quietly came up and asked questions tentatively.

Gu Zhao came back to his senses, with a flawless smile on his face, and only said to the crowd: "Just now, I spent a lot of time with Taoist Shen, but after all, Lou Zhang is useless to him, so Taoist Shen still agreed to Gu Mou. I'm asking for mercy, and I promise to let everyone go."

"In the end, Gu Shaoshan's house is kindhearted..."

"yes."

"Really a gentleman!"

When everyone heard such a result, they naturally had to boast that Prime Minister Gu Zhao was able to punt a boat in his stomach. Even someone like the fake Lou Zhang who had deceived him could forgive him, and he pleaded with Shen Du for his whereabouts, which was really admirable.

Abbot Yuanmie stood at the entrance of the temple, and stared at Gu Zhao, who appeared to be gentle and elegant in the crowd, across the crowd. His heart was extremely complicated, but he could only pronounce the name of the Buddha, saying "Amitabha".

A mighty event to recover the three volumes of martial arts essentials for the descendants of Martial Saint came to an end amid the hustle and bustle. Since the descendants of Sage Wu are not real, naturally the three volumes of the Buddha's collection cannot be handed over to anyone. Although some people have suggested that the Buddha's collection should be handed over to Lu Fan, the owner of Xiefeng Villa, for safekeeping, there is no one here in the Chanyuan. Said it could only be over.

Perhaps the most embarrassing thing for the martial arts people is the fact that the descendants of Wu Sheng have died.

If what Lou Zhang said was true, and the descendants of Wu Sheng had already died of illness, then the three volumes of the Buddhist treasures that remained in the Tianji Chanyuan might be kept in the Chanyuan forever.

Because of Shen Du, the Demon Dao seemed to have no interest in the matter after the fake Lou Zhang was exposed, and left the temple early in the morning; the Zheng Dao side lingered for a long time before leaving one after another. Xiefeng Mountain Villa left at noon, but Pengshan and Tianshui Alliance happened to be together in the afternoon.

But by this time, Shen Du's men had already gone a long way.

When they came, they followed the most normal route from the Demon Road, but when they returned, Shen Du ordered to take the Wufengkou.

Wufengkou is a very interesting place on the rivers and lakes. Because it is located at the junction of the four directions of the south, east, and northwest, it was once a big city where people from the three religions and nine streams gathered. However, because the surrounding towns became lively, and the terrain of Qilipo, which is not far from Wufengkou, was flatter, it gradually absorbed the popularity of Wufengkou, and the originally glorious Wufengkou gradually fell into the cold and became a barren city.

Just saying "barren" is not too barren.

After the serious merchants and residents moved out, this place has become the most suitable gathering place for people from all corners of the world. There are still some desperados living in the city or staying temporarily.

The most famous thing there is not the frequent fighting, nor the murders that can be seen at any time, the most famous there is a flagpole standing high in the city.

There is always a human head hanging on the flagpole.

If you are very familiar with the things on the rivers and lakes, you can easily recognize that the heads of the people on the rivers and lakes are all heads of people who were once famous in the rivers and lakes.

The head of the demon, Taoist and Taoist Shen Du can be worth thousands of dollars in Wufengkou, but no one has ever hurt his hair, let alone taking someone else's head.

Yao Qing and others knew about the bounty on the head.

Hearing Shen Du say to take the Wufengkou, everyone was stunned, wondering what he wanted to do: "Daoist, over at the Wufengkou..."

"I said, take the Wufengkou, don't ask more."

Holding the reins in one hand, Shen looked at the endless bamboo sea, but his mind was still a little dazed. He remembered the anticipation and anxiety he had when he saw this bamboo sea when he came here, but in the end it was just like the first time he lived there. Like a sea of bamboos, he could not take anything with him when he left.

The bamboo hut is empty, so the monk shouldn't be able to see it, right

Everyone clearly felt that Shen Du was not quite right, Yao Qing frowned worriedly, only Pei Wuji could vaguely sense something from Shen Du's attitude.

But for the first time, he didn't speak.

The people of the Demon Dao then obeyed Shen Du's orders and diverted to the direction of Wufengkou.

After walking for more than two hours, they came to a slightly flat valley, and they all stopped to drink horses to repair.

Pei Wuji sat alone on a rock by the stream.

Shen Du saw him from a distance, then walked over, stood behind him, and asked with a smile, "I've seen it, have you thought about it?"

One corner of the dark red robe rested on the stone covered with dark green moss, soaked in a little stream, showing an extraordinarily dark color.

Pei Wuji knew that he would come to find him, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

"Can't you just tolerate me like this for a moment?"

"There is no such thing as a banquet in the world. It is fate that people can get together, and they will eventually be separated by life and death. What's the difference between earlier and later?"

Shen Du was very open, standing behind him, watching his back.

I still remember that he was just a reckless and thin boy back then, but now even sitting here casually, he already has an unusual power, and his broad shoulders seem to be able to bear the wind and rain.

"Pei Zuo envoy, there may be only one Shen Du in this world, but there is definitely not only one Shen Du. The rivers, lakes and seas are vast and boundless, if you can leave all the fetters and constraints, and go out to see, it is not bad. A Nirvana."

A piece of flying fluff landed on Pei Wuji's shoulder, and Shen Du stretched out his hand and brushed it away for him.

"I am your catastrophe, but not your salvation. I was born in the way of demons, and you just went astray."

Pei Wuji noticed his movements, but he didn't dare to look back at him, for fear that he would soften his heart when he saw it, and would be reluctant to bear it when he saw it. Just thinking of the monk who fought against Shen Du in front of the mountain gate still gave birth to an unspeakable irony.

At that time, Shen Du looked at him, what was the difference between him and himself

In this world, are those I love who don't love me, and those who I don't love prefer me

He looked at the reflection of the broken mountain in the stream and asked, "Is he that good?"

"… very good."

Shen Du was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly and answered him like this.

So at this moment, Pei Wuji's full of absurd anger suddenly exploded, causing him to smash the uncovered water bladder into the stream, and then he stood up and turned around. Come and meet Shen Du!

He is taller than Shen Du.

When he suddenly stood up like this, he possessed an extraordinary oppressive force, and he looked like a beast that chose people and devoured him.

When Yao Qing and others around heard the movement, they looked at them in unison, quietly holding down the weapon around their waists, becoming vigilant, and being prepared for the next moment.

But nothing happened.

Shen Du seemed to have expected that he would be so angry, he only lowered his eyes to look at the flying flakes stuck between his fingers, and then saw that it was blown away by the wind, and said in a low voice, "It's like you look at me, Qian Qian. Mistakes and mistakes have become a thousand good things, and I think he is the same. In the past, it was sweet to think about it, but now it hurts whether I see it or not. I let myself go, and I let him go. Pei Wuji, you let go Forget me, and let yourself go."

Every word, every sentence, is a sharp knife in the heart.

Pei Wuji finally felt that he was heartbroken by him.

He almost took a step back and looked at him, in order to suppress the burning and rolling emotions in his chest under the calm appearance, and then said: "Okay."

Ten years of wrong love.

He gave up the hatred of his parents, tormented in unresolved love and hatred, and struggled in the pain of not getting what he wanted. Everything, to this day, is just a sentence of "let me go, let me go"...

But in fact, he didn't want to let go at all.

It's just what you want, and I'll do what you want.

With an inexplicable laugh, Pei Wujing stared at him for a while, as if finally realizing his cruelty and heartlessness, he turned around and left.

The horse drank water by the side.

He walked over with a cold face, turned over and got on the horse, but after driving the horse halfway out, he turned the horse's head again, stepped on the swollen stream, and came to Shen Du's body.

"crash..."

The splashing stream water shone through the sunny sky, splashed Shen Du's robe, and made him look up at him.

Pei Wuji expressionlessly removed the knife from his waist that had been used for nearly ten years and handed it to him.

He didn't speak, but the meaning was clear.

Shen Du's gaze fell on the knife from his face, and after a long silence, he finally reached out and took it.

When he got this sword at the beginning of the year, he was just a simple and happy boy. Now that I hold this knife again, I have long lost the mood of the past, not even the slightest joy.

Even the knife maker has passed away.

Shen Du's heart was a lot more complicated, but at this moment he only whispered: "Pei Wuji."

Pei Wuji wanted to leave as soon as he pulled the reins, but he called out so softly that he could barely hear him, but he stopped all his movements.

He turned to look at him.

Shen Du came up, stood on the edge of the stone, laughed, stretched out his hand and grabbed the front of his shirt, forcing him to lean towards him obediently, and then kissed his slightly wrinkled and stern brows.

Without any lust.

Pei Wuji's eyes suddenly turned red.

He stared at him with wide eyes, wanting to beg him not to drive him away, just as he did boldly in front of him and didn't want to practice martial arts.

But all words fell silent under his gaze.

Shen Du let go of him, put the crescent-like long knife back into his scabbard, patted the horse with a smile, just looked up at him and said, "Take the knife, don't look back, and don't ever. return."

Get out of here, get out of me.

Far away, to the ends of the earth, never look back.

The tall horse stepped on the stream and went up the mountain road, and finally gradually went away, disappearing into the thick green foothills, and could no longer find a trace.