An Zheng did not take action because he knew that the masked man who appeared in front of him was not a real person at all. He was a devil, a devil who hid himself. There are two types of evil people in this world. One type is domineering and is afraid that others will not know that he is a evil person. Seeing doing evil as an achievement and taking pleasure in doing evil are not really scary. The really scary thing is the second type of evildoer...the evildoer who hides.
Feng Xiuyang asked back.
An Zheng stopped. There was a man in Taoist robes in front of him.
An Zheng began to think, why was this man so sure that he wouldn't be able to tell who he was
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
An Zheng did not take action because he knew that the masked man who appeared in front of him was not a real person at all. He was a devil, a devil who hid himself. There are two types of evil people in this world. One type is domineering and is afraid that others will not know that he is a evil person. Seeing doing evil as an achievement and taking pleasure in doing evil are not really scary. The really scary thing is the second type of evildoer...the evildoer who hides.
For example, Chen Zhongqi.
The young man in white smiled like the spring breeze in March. There are many beautiful young people in this world, and this boy is the best among them. When he was in Yan State, he was ranked second in terms of talent, but ranked first in terms of style. But in fact, whether it is talent or style, he is better than the one named Su. It's just that he doesn't want to be public and likes to move forward alone in the darkness. He will not take action rashly when he is not strong enough to win.
An Zheng stopped. There was a man in Taoist robes in front of him.
"yes… "
The scary thing about people like Chen Zhongqi is that the first type of villains are all his thugs and his knives.
Feng Xiuyang watched An Zheng leave and shook his head with a wry smile: "Why bother guarding me like you guard your enemies."
Feng Xiuyang's smile became even brighter: "When I was in the Yan Kingdom, both people in the Taishang Dojo and people outside said that I was very complicated. But it was you who always looked at me with the simplest eyes. . Or even I can’t imagine that you, the person I think should be my enemy, is my confidant.”
An Zheng: "When someone killed me, you sat back and ignored me. Is this how you repay the favor of saving your life?"
The monk who is called Master does not look very young in appearance, but as a practitioner, it is difficult to tell how old he is from his appearance. He stood there looking at An Zheng below and murmured to himself: "Xuan Ting said that this young man has wisdom roots. Do you know what wisdom roots are?"
Then tear off your mask.
But An Zheng knew that the next time the masked man appeared would not be too far away. He was a confident and perverted person. He thought he was playing with An Zheng, so he couldn't wait.
Feng Xiuyang: "Then you are really a wicked person."
And An Zheng has never been a person who just runs away from danger.
In a sense, the masked man who appeared in front of An Zheng was the same type of person as Chen Zhongqi, but he was a little more arrogant than Chen Zhongqi. He is very confident, terrifyingly confident.
An Zheng asked.
Then tear off your mask.
An Zheng: "In the eyes of evil people, I am really a evil person."
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
The young man in white smiled like the spring breeze in March. There are many beautiful young people in this world, and this boy is the best among them. When he was in Yan State, he was ranked second in terms of talent, but ranked first in terms of style. But in fact, whether it is talent or style, he is better than the one named Su. It's just that he doesn't want to be public and likes to move forward alone in the darkness. He will not take action rashly when he is not strong enough to win.
"Are you here to kill me too?"
Feng Xiuyang said: "I'm going, so I came out just to advise you... Don't steal all the peach trees here, leave a few for me to continue practicing. Although there is no Taoist Taoist fruit, but After all, they are still ten thousand-year-old peach trees, and their fate is the same. I am practicing here, and I don’t interfere with others. Tree, save my life again.”
An Zheng said seriously: "Believe me, I have done a lot more things like overturning other people's jobs than you have seen."
Then tear off your mask.
The monk said: "You are wrong. Xuanting's fault is not the fault of others, but his own fault. Trying to shoulder the karma of his predecessors is interfering with the affairs of heaven, so he is wrong. Everyone has it. If you regard other people's past as your own and persist in it, you will fall into the devil's path. Your senior brother Xuanting has such a high level of understanding and talent that even a teacher would be ashamed of himself. I am in Buddhism but my heart is in the world of mortals. Even if I look at the wall, I can’t think of anything wrong.”
Most of the sects in the world, whether they are real or fake, as long as the practitioners in the Central Plains will more or less say that they are related to the Dao Sect. According to rumors, the orthodox practice comes from the Taoist sect, which is even older than the Buddhist sect. This person wearing a Taoist robe is not a Taoist priest, because his Taoist robe is just made in the style of a Taoist robe. He looked to be about forty years old, with cold and arrogant features and a murderous look on his face.
The masked man said that soon, people from Mingfa Division would appear in front of An Zheng one after another. Among these, there is the masked man. But An Zheng couldn't determine who he was, what should he do? It seems that the best way is to avoid, keep avoiding, and avoid everyone who knows the law. However, this is not a solution at all, because some disasters cannot be avoided.
Feng Xiuyang didn't know what An Zheng meant when he said it was really like this. After all, only An Zheng had ever seen the worry deep in his heart. In fact, An Zheng still doesn't understand why his biggest worry is not Chen Zhongqi but Feng Xiuyang. Such a handsome young man who seems to have everything he wants from the gods, even though he is a little paranoid, he has never seen any evil thoughts.
Feng Xiuyang: "You have saved my life."
His name is Feng Xiuyang.
Feng Xiuyang's expression changed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes fixed, and she asked herself: "Really?"
And An Zheng has never been a person who just runs away from danger.
Most of the sects in the world, whether they are real or fake, as long as the practitioners in the Central Plains will more or less say that they are related to the Dao Sect. According to rumors, the orthodox practice comes from the Taoist sect, which is even older than the Buddhist sect. This person wearing a Taoist robe is not a Taoist priest, because his Taoist robe is just made in the style of a Taoist robe. He looked to be about forty years old, with cold and arrogant features and a murderous look on his face.
The young monk asked: "Master, can he enter my Buddhist door?"
An Zheng began to think, why was this man so sure that he wouldn't be able to tell who he was
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
The monk shook his head: "He can't."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "As a Taoist priest, you may not want to kill me."
He pointed at his heart: "At first, I thought that with perseverance and Taoyuan, the three thousand-year-old peach tree on Wudang Mountain would choose me. But it turned out that the old peach tree was very nostalgic and didn't like me. Taoist who likes Sanqing Guan. If I fail, I am defeated. So I went to the Western Regions to find that dead branch to be my life source. But you know, a dead branch is a dead branch without the power of life. It’s Ku. Then do you know what’s Ku’s next step?”
Be it people from Che Xianguo or Daxiguo. An Zheng has always had his own attitude. After killing someone, he squatted on the ground and fed Shan Ye a monster crystal core. Then he picked up Shan Ye and watched the peach leaves falling in the distance, his face gradually calming down.
An Zheng turned around and said, "So it's really like this."
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
"What is Buddha's fate?"
Then tear off your mask.
Feng Xiuyang asked back.
In the clouds, a monk wearing a golden cassock changed his face slightly, and then clasped his hands together.
The scary thing about people like Chen Zhongqi is that the first type of villains are all his thugs and his knives.
"It's one-sided."
He said: "My name is Situ Daye."
Then tear off your mask.
The young monk standing behind him asked: "Master, why are you doing this?"
The monk shook his head: "He can't."
In the clouds, a monk wearing a golden cassock changed his face slightly, and then clasped his hands together.
An Zheng nodded: "It's because of this peach forest."
Feng Xiuyang shook his head as if he didn't want to dwell on these words anymore. He looked at An Zheng and asked, "I just don't understand. Why do you have enemies wherever you go? When you were in Yan State, you defeated many people." It’s someone’s job, so it’s natural that someone wants to kill you. But in this Che Xian Kingdom and the Immortal Palace, you don’t seem to be able to overturn other people’s jobs.”
Feng Xiuyang bowed her hands and said, "Thank you very much. If you want to leave, please leave quickly. The smell of blood is too strong."
"Are you here to kill me too?"
An Zheng: "The preface does not match the postscript..."
The monk who is called Master does not look very young in appearance, but as a practitioner, it is difficult to tell how old he is from his appearance. He stood there looking at An Zheng below and murmured to himself: "Xuan Ting said that this young man has wisdom roots. Do you know what wisdom roots are?"
An Zheng: "If you can think that you are still a human being, I will be Amitabha."
Yes.
An Zheng: "If you can think that you are still a human being, I will be Amitabha."
An Zheng frowned slightly: "You still want to go to Wudang Mountain?"
The young man in white smiled like the spring breeze in March. There are many beautiful young people in this world, and this boy is the best among them. When he was in Yan State, he was ranked second in terms of talent, but ranked first in terms of style. But in fact, whether it is talent or style, he is better than the one named Su. It's just that he doesn't want to be public and likes to move forward alone in the darkness. He will not take action rashly when he is not strong enough to win.
Feng Xiuyang said: "I'm going, so I came out just to advise you... Don't steal all the peach trees here, leave a few for me to continue practicing. Although there is no Taoist Taoist fruit, but After all, they are still ten thousand-year-old peach trees, and their fate is the same. I am practicing here, and I don’t interfere with others. Tree, save my life again.”
"Are you destined to be my Buddha?"
For example, Chen Zhongqi.
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
"What is Buddha's fate?"
An Zheng turned around and said, "So it's really like this."
Feng Xiuyang shook his head as if he didn't want to dwell on these words anymore. He looked at An Zheng and asked, "I just don't understand. Why do you have enemies wherever you go? When you were in Yan State, you defeated many people." It’s someone’s job, so it’s natural that someone wants to kill you. But in this Che Xian Kingdom and the Immortal Palace, you don’t seem to be able to overturn other people’s jobs.”
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "As a Taoist priest, you may not want to kill me."
"yes… "
"yes… "
Feng Xiuyang watched An Zheng leave and shook his head with a wry smile: "Why bother guarding me like you guard your enemies."
An Zheng: "In the eyes of evil people, I am really a evil person."
Most of the sects in the world, whether they are real or fake, as long as the practitioners in the Central Plains will more or less say that they are related to the Dao Sect. According to rumors, the orthodox practice comes from the Taoist sect, which is even older than the Buddhist sect. This person wearing a Taoist robe is not a Taoist priest, because his Taoist robe is just made in the style of a Taoist robe. He looked to be about forty years old, with cold and arrogant features and a murderous look on his face.
The young monk shook his head: "I don't know, disciple, but you probably mean a person with a kind heart?"
The monk who is called Master does not look very young in appearance, but as a practitioner, it is difficult to tell how old he is from his appearance. He stood there looking at An Zheng below and murmured to himself: "Xuan Ting said that this young man has wisdom roots. Do you know what wisdom roots are?"
An Zheng: "Okay, if it's convenient, just tell me, why did you come to kill me?"
And An Zheng has never been a person who just runs away from danger.
The young monk shook his head: "I don't know, disciple, but you probably mean a person with a kind heart?"
After An Zheng left, Feng Xiuyang stood on the peach branch for a long, long time. Maybe it was An Zheng's reminder, maybe he had already felt something in his heart but refused to admit it. It turned out that he had really been on guard against An Zheng. He had observed An Zheng in the dark for a long time, and he also envied those who stood beside An Zheng and talked and laughed with him. For example, Du Shaoshou, anyone in Tianqi Sect, even that monkey.
An Zheng: "If you can think that you are still a human being, I will be Amitabha."
An Zheng said: "I don't dare to take it seriously, I'm afraid the way is still different."
Feng Xiuyang: "It would be better if I don't kill you once in the future... No, twice."
Feng Xiuyang said: "Let's talk about you again. The people who wanted to kill you just now are really all kinds of people. Some are from Che Xianguo and some are from Daxi. I didn't come out just now because I wanted to see if some of them would come out soon. A monk will chop off your head to save all sentient beings."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "As a Taoist priest, you may not want to kill me."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away, with a Seven Treasures Lotus Platform under his feet. The young monk stood on the side of the lotus platform and couldn't help but look back at An Zheng: "Master, is it because of this person that Senior Brother Xuanting was punished by the Buddha to face the wall and think about his mistakes?"
"It's one-sided."
The masked man said that soon, people from Mingfa Division would appear in front of An Zheng one after another. Among these, there is the masked man. But An Zheng couldn't determine who he was, what should he do? It seems that the best way is to avoid, keep avoiding, and avoid everyone who knows the law. However, this is not a solution at all, because some disasters cannot be avoided.
An Zheng nodded: "It's because of this peach forest."
And An Zheng has never been a person who just runs away from danger.
The monk wearing a golden cassock said: "Buddha has more than one face. It is fundamental to persuade people to do good. It is not necessary to refrain from delusional thoughts, but it is not necessary to give up thoughts of killing. When this young man feeds the cat, he is like a Bodhisattva with his eyebrows lowered, but when he kills someone, King Kong has angry eyes, kills those who deserve to be killed, and does good deeds that need to be done. This is the fate of Buddha."
"Is it because of this peach forest?"
And An Zheng has never been a person who just runs away from danger.
"It's one-sided."
Feng Xiuyang: "It would be better if I don't kill you once in the future... No, twice."
The young monk asked: "Master, can he enter my Buddhist door?"
In the clouds, a monk wearing a golden cassock changed his face slightly, and then clasped his hands together.
"It's one-sided."
The young monk asked: "Master, can he enter my Buddhist door?"
And An Zheng has never been a person who just runs away from danger.
The middle-aged man nodded: "I am indeed here to kill you."
Feng Xiuyang: "Then you are really a wicked person."
The monk shook his head: "He can't."
The monk shook his head: "He can't."
Feng Xiuyang: "I practice my own way. Even when I was in Fanggu City of Yan State, I seldom fought with others. After I left Yan State, I practiced with great concentration. Why did you say that I was not the best if there was any trouble? people?"
Feng Xiuyang shook his head as if he didn't want to dwell on these words anymore. He looked at An Zheng and asked, "I just don't understand. Why do you have enemies wherever you go? When you were in Yan State, you defeated many people." It’s someone’s job, so it’s natural that someone wants to kill you. But in this Che Xian Kingdom and the Immortal Palace, you don’t seem to be able to overturn other people’s jobs.”
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
An Zheng: "When someone killed me, you sat back and ignored me. Is this how you repay the favor of saving your life?"
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
An Zheng replied: "Destroy."
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
An Zheng stopped. There was a man in Taoist robes in front of him.
After An Zheng left Taolin, he seemed to be walking aimlessly. He didn't walk fast, and he soon forgot about Feng Xiuyang, because although he was very worried about Feng Xiuyang, Feng Xiuyang did not seem to be a threat after all. The biggest threat now is the masked man. The mask was covering his eyes and his eyes were covered with something, so An Zheng really didn't see who it was.
The monk who is called Master does not look very young in appearance, but as a practitioner, it is difficult to tell how old he is from his appearance. He stood there looking at An Zheng below and murmured to himself: "Xuan Ting said that this young man has wisdom roots. Do you know what wisdom roots are?"
The monk who is called Master does not look very young in appearance, but as a practitioner, it is difficult to tell how old he is from his appearance. He stood there looking at An Zheng below and murmured to himself: "Xuan Ting said that this young man has wisdom roots. Do you know what wisdom roots are?"
"What is Buddha's fate?"
In a sense, the masked man who appeared in front of An Zheng was the same type of person as Chen Zhongqi, but he was a little more arrogant than Chen Zhongqi. He is very confident, terrifyingly confident.
The monk sighed: "His thoughts are too heavy, no matter what they are, they are too heavy."
An Zheng did not take action because he knew that the masked man who appeared in front of him was not a real person at all. He was a devil, a devil who hid himself. There are two types of evil people in this world. One type is domineering and is afraid that others will not know that he is a evil person. Seeing doing evil as an achievement and taking pleasure in doing evil are not really scary. The really scary thing is the second type of evildoer...the evildoer who hides.
The monk wearing a golden cassock said: "Buddha has more than one face. It is fundamental to persuade people to do good. It is not necessary to refrain from delusional thoughts, but it is not necessary to give up thoughts of killing. When this young man feeds the cat, he is like a Bodhisattva with his eyebrows lowered, but when he kills someone, King Kong has angry eyes, kills those who deserve to be killed, and does good deeds that need to be done. This is the fate of Buddha."
Feng Xiuyang nodded: "There are many peach trees here, much older than the old peach tree in Wudang Mountain. I have been looking here to see if I can replace the vitality. But the peach trees here have no source of Tao, so they cannot bear Tao. As a result, I have been searching for nothing."
Feng Xiuyang asked back.
The young monk seemed to understand, but he didn't dare to ask again.
Feng Xiuyang's expression changed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes fixed, and she asked herself: "Really?"
The monk said: "You are wrong. Xuanting's fault is not the fault of others, but his own fault. Trying to shoulder the karma of his predecessors is interfering with the affairs of heaven, so he is wrong. Everyone has it. If you regard other people's past as your own and persist in it, you will fall into the devil's path. Your senior brother Xuanting has such a high level of understanding and talent that even a teacher would be ashamed of himself. I am in Buddhism but my heart is in the world of mortals. Even if I look at the wall, I can’t think of anything wrong.”
Feng Xiuyang didn't know what An Zheng meant when he said it was really like this. After all, only An Zheng had ever seen the worry deep in his heart. In fact, An Zheng still doesn't understand why his biggest worry is not Chen Zhongqi but Feng Xiuyang. Such a handsome young man who seems to have everything he wants from the gods, even though he is a little paranoid, he has never seen any evil thoughts.
After saying that, he turned around and walked away, with a Seven Treasures Lotus Platform under his feet. The young monk stood on the side of the lotus platform and couldn't help but look back at An Zheng: "Master, is it because of this person that Senior Brother Xuanting was punished by the Buddha to face the wall and think about his mistakes?"
The scary thing about people like Chen Zhongqi is that the first type of villains are all his thugs and his knives.
"Are you here to kill me too?"
The monk said: "You are wrong. Xuanting's fault is not the fault of others, but his own fault. Trying to shoulder the karma of his predecessors is interfering with the affairs of heaven, so he is wrong. Everyone has it. If you regard other people's past as your own and persist in it, you will fall into the devil's path. Your senior brother Xuanting has such a high level of understanding and talent that even a teacher would be ashamed of himself. I am in Buddhism but my heart is in the world of mortals. Even if I look at the wall, I can’t think of anything wrong.”
The young monk standing behind him asked: "Master, why are you doing this?"
Feng Xiuyang: "Then you are really a wicked person."
After An Zheng left, Feng Xiuyang stood on the peach branch for a long, long time. Maybe it was An Zheng's reminder, maybe he had already felt something in his heart but refused to admit it. It turned out that he had really been on guard against An Zheng. He had observed An Zheng in the dark for a long time, and he also envied those who stood beside An Zheng and talked and laughed with him. For example, Du Shaoshou, anyone in Tianqi Sect, even that monkey.
"What is Buddha's fate?"
An Zheng walked a few steps away and paused: "Obviously it's you, so guard against me like an enemy."
The young monk seemed to understand, but he didn't dare to ask again.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "As a Taoist priest, you may not want to kill me."
The monk who is called Master does not look very young in appearance, but as a practitioner, it is difficult to tell how old he is from his appearance. He stood there looking at An Zheng below and murmured to himself: "Xuan Ting said that this young man has wisdom roots. Do you know what wisdom roots are?"
Feng Xiuyang: "I practice my own way. Even when I was in Fanggu City of Yan State, I seldom fought with others. After I left Yan State, I practiced with great concentration. Why did you say that I was not the best if there was any trouble? people?"
An Zheng stood in the peach grove holding Shanye in his arms. When he turned around to leave, he found a person standing on the peach tree in the distance. The man was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy. This white dress is still in the style of a Taoist robe, and it really looks a bit out of this world. He just stood there and looked at An Zheng, as if An Zheng was the strangest person in the world.
But An Zheng knew that the next time the masked man appeared would not be too far away. He was a confident and perverted person. He thought he was playing with An Zheng, so he couldn't wait.
An Zheng said, "I'll just leave."
An Zheng stood in the peach grove holding Shanye in his arms. When he turned around to leave, he found a person standing on the peach tree in the distance. The man was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy. This white dress is still in the style of a Taoist robe, and it really looks a bit out of this world. He just stood there and looked at An Zheng, as if An Zheng was the strangest person in the world.
An Zheng stood in the peach grove holding Shanye in his arms. When he turned around to leave, he found a person standing on the peach tree in the distance. The man was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy. This white dress is still in the style of a Taoist robe, and it really looks a bit out of this world. He just stood there and looked at An Zheng, as if An Zheng was the strangest person in the world.
Feng Xiuyang: "You have saved my life."
In the clouds, a monk wearing a golden cassock changed his face slightly, and then clasped his hands together.
Most of the sects in the world, whether they are real or fake, as long as the practitioners in the Central Plains will more or less say that they are related to the Dao Sect. According to rumors, the orthodox practice comes from the Taoist sect, which is even older than the Buddhist sect. This person wearing a Taoist robe is not a Taoist priest, because his Taoist robe is just made in the style of a Taoist robe. He looked to be about forty years old, with cold and arrogant features and a murderous look on his face.
In the clouds, a monk wearing a golden cassock changed his face slightly, and then clasped his hands together.
"I thought you'd be here."
Feng Xiuyang said: "I'm going, so I came out just to advise you... Don't steal all the peach trees here, leave a few for me to continue practicing. Although there is no Taoist Taoist fruit, but After all, they are still ten thousand-year-old peach trees, and their fate is the same. I am practicing here, and I don’t interfere with others. Tree, save my life again.”
An Zheng: "If you can think that you are still a human being, I will be Amitabha."
He said: "My name is Situ Daye."
"Are you destined to be my Buddha?"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "You still want to go to Wudang Mountain?"
An Zheng said: "I don't dare to take it seriously, I'm afraid the way is still different."
He pointed at his heart: "At first, I thought that with perseverance and Taoyuan, the three thousand-year-old peach tree on Wudang Mountain would choose me. But it turned out that the old peach tree was very nostalgic and didn't like me. Taoist who likes Sanqing Guan. If I fail, I am defeated. So I went to the Western Regions to find that dead branch to be my life source. But you know, a dead branch is a dead branch without the power of life. It’s Ku. Then do you know what’s Ku’s next step?”
An Zheng said.
An Zheng stopped. There was a man in Taoist robes in front of him.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "As a Taoist priest, you may not want to kill me."
Feng Xiuyang watched An Zheng leave and shook his head with a wry smile: "Why bother guarding me like you guard your enemies."
Feng Xiuyang asked back.
The young man in white smiled like the spring breeze in March. There are many beautiful young people in this world, and this boy is the best among them. When he was in Yan State, he was ranked second in terms of talent, but ranked first in terms of style. But in fact, whether it is talent or style, he is better than the one named Su. It's just that he doesn't want to be public and likes to move forward alone in the darkness. He will not take action rashly when he is not strong enough to win.
Feng Xiuyang shook his head as if he didn't want to dwell on these words anymore. He looked at An Zheng and asked, "I just don't understand. Why do you have enemies wherever you go? When you were in Yan State, you defeated many people." It’s someone’s job, so it’s natural that someone wants to kill you. But in this Che Xian Kingdom and the Immortal Palace, you don’t seem to be able to overturn other people’s jobs.”
The young monk standing behind him asked: "Master, why are you doing this?"
The monk wearing a golden cassock said: "Buddha has more than one face. It is fundamental to persuade people to do good. It is not necessary to refrain from delusional thoughts, but it is not necessary to give up thoughts of killing. When this young man feeds the cat, he is like a Bodhisattva with his eyebrows lowered, but when he kills someone, King Kong has angry eyes, kills those who deserve to be killed, and does good deeds that need to be done. This is the fate of Buddha."
Feng Xiuyang watched An Zheng leave and shook his head with a wry smile: "Why bother guarding me like you guard your enemies."
An Zheng said.
Feng Xiuyang shook his head as if he didn't want to dwell on these words anymore. He looked at An Zheng and asked, "I just don't understand. Why do you have enemies wherever you go? When you were in Yan State, you defeated many people." It’s someone’s job, so it’s natural that someone wants to kill you. But in this Che Xian Kingdom and the Immortal Palace, you don’t seem to be able to overturn other people’s jobs.”
His name is Feng Xiuyang.
The monk sighed: "His thoughts are too heavy, no matter what they are, they are too heavy."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away, with a Seven Treasures Lotus Platform under his feet. The young monk stood on the side of the lotus platform and couldn't help but look back at An Zheng: "Master, is it because of this person that Senior Brother Xuanting was punished by the Buddha to face the wall and think about his mistakes?"
Then tear off your mask.
"Are you destined to be my Buddha?"
Feng Xiuyang said: "Let's talk about you again. The people who wanted to kill you just now are really all kinds of people. Some are from Che Xianguo and some are from Daxi. I didn't come out just now because I wanted to see if some of them would come out soon. A monk will chop off your head to save all sentient beings."
"Is it because of this peach forest?"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "You still want to go to Wudang Mountain?"
An Zheng said.
"Is it because of this peach forest?"
Feng Xiuyang asked back.
After An Zheng left, Feng Xiuyang stood on the peach branch for a long, long time. Maybe it was An Zheng's reminder, maybe he had already felt something in his heart but refused to admit it. It turned out that he had really been on guard against An Zheng. He had observed An Zheng in the dark for a long time, and he also envied those who stood beside An Zheng and talked and laughed with him. For example, Du Shaoshou, anyone in Tianqi Sect, even that monkey.
And An Zheng has never been a person who just runs away from danger.
After saying that, he turned around and walked away, with a Seven Treasures Lotus Platform under his feet. The young monk stood on the side of the lotus platform and couldn't help but look back at An Zheng: "Master, is it because of this person that Senior Brother Xuanting was punished by the Buddha to face the wall and think about his mistakes?"
The monk shook his head: "He can't."
The middle-aged man pointed behind An Zheng: "Not long ago, in the peach forest, you just killed a young man in his prime. Maybe there will be unlimited future in the future. Even if not, he will marry a wife and have children, and continue the family line. . But it doesn’t work now. If you kill him, all my fantasies will come to an end. I will no longer have the glorious family lintel in my fantasies."
An Zheng stood in the peach grove holding Shanye in his arms. When he turned around to leave, he found a person standing on the peach tree in the distance. The man was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy. This white dress is still in the style of a Taoist robe, and it really looks a bit out of this world. He just stood there and looked at An Zheng, as if An Zheng was the strangest person in the world.
An Zheng frowned slightly: "You still want to go to Wudang Mountain?"
An Zheng nodded: "It's because of this peach forest."
The monk sighed: "His thoughts are too heavy, no matter what they are, they are too heavy."
An Zheng replied: "Destroy."
The middle-aged man nodded: "I am indeed here to kill you."
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
Feng Xiuyang didn't know what An Zheng meant when he said it was really like this. After all, only An Zheng had ever seen the worry deep in his heart. In fact, An Zheng still doesn't understand why his biggest worry is not Chen Zhongqi but Feng Xiuyang. Such a handsome young man who seems to have everything he wants from the gods, even though he is a little paranoid, he has never seen any evil thoughts.
Feng Xiuyang's smile became even brighter: "When I was in the Yan Kingdom, both people in the Taishang Dojo and people outside said that I was very complicated. But it was you who always looked at me with the simplest eyes. . Or even I can’t imagine that you, the person I think should be my enemy, is my confidant.”
The monk said: "You are wrong. Xuanting's fault is not the fault of others, but his own fault. Trying to shoulder the karma of his predecessors is interfering with the affairs of heaven, so he is wrong. Everyone has it. If you regard other people's past as your own and persist in it, you will fall into the devil's path. Your senior brother Xuanting has such a high level of understanding and talent that even a teacher would be ashamed of himself. I am in Buddhism but my heart is in the world of mortals. Even if I look at the wall, I can’t think of anything wrong.”
Feng Xiuyang was slightly startled: "You say I am a bad person?"
"Is it because of this peach forest?"
"I thought you'd be here."
An Zheng: "In the eyes of evil people, I am really a evil person."
An Zheng said, "I'll just leave."
An Zheng said: "I don't dare to take it seriously, I'm afraid the way is still different."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "As a Taoist priest, you may not want to kill me."
Feng Xiuyang's smile became even brighter: "When I was in the Yan Kingdom, both people in the Taishang Dojo and people outside said that I was very complicated. But it was you who always looked at me with the simplest eyes. . Or even I can’t imagine that you, the person I think should be my enemy, is my confidant.”
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
Feng Xiuyang shook his head as if he didn't want to dwell on these words anymore. He looked at An Zheng and asked, "I just don't understand. Why do you have enemies wherever you go? When you were in Yan State, you defeated many people." It’s someone’s job, so it’s natural that someone wants to kill you. But in this Che Xian Kingdom and the Immortal Palace, you don’t seem to be able to overturn other people’s jobs.”
Feng Xiuyang nodded: "There are many peach trees here, much older than the old peach tree in Wudang Mountain. I have been looking here to see if I can replace the vitality. But the peach trees here have no source of Tao, so they cannot bear Tao. As a result, I have been searching for nothing."
The young monk asked: "Master, can he enter my Buddhist door?"
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
An Zheng said seriously: "Believe me, I have done a lot more things like overturning other people's jobs than you have seen."
An Zheng nodded: "It's because of this peach forest."
The young man in white smiled like the spring breeze in March. There are many beautiful young people in this world, and this boy is the best among them. When he was in Yan State, he was ranked second in terms of talent, but ranked first in terms of style. But in fact, whether it is talent or style, he is better than the one named Su. It's just that he doesn't want to be public and likes to move forward alone in the darkness. He will not take action rashly when he is not strong enough to win.
"It's one-sided."
Feng Xiuyang was slightly startled: "You say I am a bad person?"
The scary thing about people like Chen Zhongqi is that the first type of villains are all his thugs and his knives.
After saying that, he turned around and walked away, with a Seven Treasures Lotus Platform under his feet. The young monk stood on the side of the lotus platform and couldn't help but look back at An Zheng: "Master, is it because of this person that Senior Brother Xuanting was punished by the Buddha to face the wall and think about his mistakes?"
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
An Zheng replied: "Destroy."
Feng Xiuyang: "Then you are really a wicked person."
An Zheng began to think, why was this man so sure that he wouldn't be able to tell who he was
"Are you destined to be my Buddha?"
The young monk asked: "Master, can he enter my Buddhist door?"
An Zheng stood in the peach grove holding Shanye in his arms. When he turned around to leave, he found a person standing on the peach tree in the distance. The man was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy. This white dress is still in the style of a Taoist robe, and it really looks a bit out of this world. He just stood there and looked at An Zheng, as if An Zheng was the strangest person in the world.
The scary thing about people like Chen Zhongqi is that the first type of villains are all his thugs and his knives.
An Zheng: "In the eyes of evil people, I am really a evil person."
The young man in white smiled like the spring breeze in March. There are many beautiful young people in this world, and this boy is the best among them. When he was in Yan State, he was ranked second in terms of talent, but ranked first in terms of style. But in fact, whether it is talent or style, he is better than the one named Su. It's just that he doesn't want to be public and likes to move forward alone in the darkness. He will not take action rashly when he is not strong enough to win.
An Zheng said seriously: "Believe me, I have done a lot more things like overturning other people's jobs than you have seen."
After An Zheng left, Feng Xiuyang stood on the peach branch for a long, long time. Maybe it was An Zheng's reminder, maybe he had already felt something in his heart but refused to admit it. It turned out that he had really been on guard against An Zheng. He had observed An Zheng in the dark for a long time, and he also envied those who stood beside An Zheng and talked and laughed with him. For example, Du Shaoshou, anyone in Tianqi Sect, even that monkey.
An Zheng: "Okay, if it's convenient, just tell me, why did you come to kill me?"
The middle-aged man pointed behind An Zheng: "Not long ago, in the peach forest, you just killed a young man in his prime. Maybe there will be unlimited future in the future. Even if not, he will marry a wife and have children, and continue the family line. . But it doesn’t work now. If you kill him, all my fantasies will come to an end. I will no longer have the glorious family lintel in my fantasies."
An Zheng: "The preface does not match the postscript..."
"I thought you'd be here."
Feng Xiuyang was slightly startled: "You say I am a bad person?"
An Zheng: "The preface does not match the postscript..."
An Zheng said.
Yes.
"Are you destined to be my Buddha?"
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
An Zheng: "If you can think that you are still a human being, I will be Amitabha."
Feng Xiuyang's smile became even brighter: "When I was in the Yan Kingdom, both people in the Taishang Dojo and people outside said that I was very complicated. But it was you who always looked at me with the simplest eyes. . Or even I can’t imagine that you, the person I think should be my enemy, is my confidant.”
"I thought you'd be here."
An Zheng: "If you can think that you are still a human being, I will be Amitabha."
Feng Xiuyang: "I practice my own way. Even when I was in Fanggu City of Yan State, I seldom fought with others. After I left Yan State, I practiced with great concentration. Why did you say that I was not the best if there was any trouble? people?"
Feng Xiuyang's smile became even brighter: "When I was in the Yan Kingdom, both people in the Taishang Dojo and people outside said that I was very complicated. But it was you who always looked at me with the simplest eyes. . Or even I can’t imagine that you, the person I think should be my enemy, is my confidant.”
Feng Xiuyang: "It would be better if I don't kill you once in the future... No, twice."
The middle-aged man nodded: "I am indeed here to kill you."
Feng Xiuyang: "Then you are really a wicked person."
Feng Xiuyang bowed her hands and said, "Thank you very much. If you want to leave, please leave quickly. The smell of blood is too strong."
Feng Xiuyang was slightly startled: "You say I am a bad person?"
An Zheng: "The preface does not match the postscript..."
An Zheng: "The preface does not match the postscript..."
An Zheng replied: "Destroy."
Feng Xiuyang: "You have saved my life."
An Zheng: "If you can think that you are still a human being, I will be Amitabha."
Feng Xiuyang's smile became even brighter: "When I was in the Yan Kingdom, both people in the Taishang Dojo and people outside said that I was very complicated. But it was you who always looked at me with the simplest eyes. . Or even I can’t imagine that you, the person I think should be my enemy, is my confidant.”
His name is Feng Xiuyang.
Feng Xiuyang said: "Let's talk about you again. The people who wanted to kill you just now are really all kinds of people. Some are from Che Xianguo and some are from Daxi. I didn't come out just now because I wanted to see if some of them would come out soon. A monk will chop off your head to save all sentient beings."
The monk who is called Master does not look very young in appearance, but as a practitioner, it is difficult to tell how old he is from his appearance. He stood there looking at An Zheng below and murmured to himself: "Xuan Ting said that this young man has wisdom roots. Do you know what wisdom roots are?"
He pointed at his heart: "At first, I thought that with perseverance and Taoyuan, the three thousand-year-old peach tree on Wudang Mountain would choose me. But it turned out that the old peach tree was very nostalgic and didn't like me. Taoist who likes Sanqing Guan. If I fail, I am defeated. So I went to the Western Regions to find that dead branch to be my life source. But you know, a dead branch is a dead branch without the power of life. It’s Ku. Then do you know what’s Ku’s next step?”
An Zheng: "Okay, if it's convenient, just tell me, why did you come to kill me?"
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
Feng Xiuyang asked back.
Feng Xiuyang watched An Zheng leave and shook his head with a wry smile: "Why bother guarding me like you guard your enemies."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "As a Taoist priest, you may not want to kill me."
The monk sighed: "His thoughts are too heavy, no matter what they are, they are too heavy."
An Zheng stood in the peach grove holding Shanye in his arms. When he turned around to leave, he found a person standing on the peach tree in the distance. The man was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy. This white dress is still in the style of a Taoist robe, and it really looks a bit out of this world. He just stood there and looked at An Zheng, as if An Zheng was the strangest person in the world.
An Zheng replied: "Destroy."
Feng Xiuyang: "You have saved my life."
"What is Buddha's fate?"
"yes… "
He pointed at his heart: "At first, I thought that with perseverance and Taoyuan, the three thousand-year-old peach tree on Wudang Mountain would choose me. But it turned out that the old peach tree was very nostalgic and didn't like me. Taoist who likes Sanqing Guan. If I fail, I am defeated. So I went to the Western Regions to find that dead branch to be my life source. But you know, a dead branch is a dead branch without the power of life. It’s Ku. Then do you know what’s Ku’s next step?”
The young monk shook his head: "I don't know, disciple, but you probably mean a person with a kind heart?"
The monk said: "You are wrong. Xuanting's fault is not the fault of others, but his own fault. Trying to shoulder the karma of his predecessors is interfering with the affairs of heaven, so he is wrong. Everyone has it. If you regard other people's past as your own and persist in it, you will fall into the devil's path. Your senior brother Xuanting has such a high level of understanding and talent that even a teacher would be ashamed of himself. I am in Buddhism but my heart is in the world of mortals. Even if I look at the wall, I can’t think of anything wrong.”
The young monk seemed to understand, but he didn't dare to ask again.
Feng Xiuyang shook his head as if he didn't want to dwell on these words anymore. He looked at An Zheng and asked, "I just don't understand. Why do you have enemies wherever you go? When you were in Yan State, you defeated many people." It’s someone’s job, so it’s natural that someone wants to kill you. But in this Che Xian Kingdom and the Immortal Palace, you don’t seem to be able to overturn other people’s jobs.”
Feng Xiuyang said: "Let's talk about you again. The people who wanted to kill you just now are really all kinds of people. Some are from Che Xianguo and some are from Daxi. I didn't come out just now because I wanted to see if some of them would come out soon. A monk will chop off your head to save all sentient beings."
In a sense, the masked man who appeared in front of An Zheng was the same type of person as Chen Zhongqi, but he was a little more arrogant than Chen Zhongqi. He is very confident, terrifyingly confident.
An Zheng replied: "Destroy."
Feng Xiuyang: "I practice my own way. Even when I was in Fanggu City of Yan State, I seldom fought with others. After I left Yan State, I practiced with great concentration. Why did you say that I was not the best if there was any trouble? people?"
His name is Feng Xiuyang.
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
In a sense, the masked man who appeared in front of An Zheng was the same type of person as Chen Zhongqi, but he was a little more arrogant than Chen Zhongqi. He is very confident, terrifyingly confident.
An Zheng: "In the eyes of evil people, I am really a evil person."
But An Zheng knew that the next time the masked man appeared would not be too far away. He was a confident and perverted person. He thought he was playing with An Zheng, so he couldn't wait.
And An Zheng has never been a person who just runs away from danger.
Feng Xiuyang nodded: "There are many peach trees here, much older than the old peach tree in Wudang Mountain. I have been looking here to see if I can replace the vitality. But the peach trees here have no source of Tao, so they cannot bear Tao. As a result, I have been searching for nothing."
The monk sighed: "His thoughts are too heavy, no matter what they are, they are too heavy."
"Are you here to kill me too?"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "You still want to go to Wudang Mountain?"
Feng Xiuyang bowed her hands and said, "Thank you very much. If you want to leave, please leave quickly. The smell of blood is too strong."
Feng Xiuyang nodded: "There are many peach trees here, much older than the old peach tree in Wudang Mountain. I have been looking here to see if I can replace the vitality. But the peach trees here have no source of Tao, so they cannot bear Tao. As a result, I have been searching for nothing."
Feng Xiuyang said: "I'm going, so I came out just to advise you... Don't steal all the peach trees here, leave a few for me to continue practicing. Although there is no Taoist Taoist fruit, but After all, they are still ten thousand-year-old peach trees, and their fate is the same. I am practicing here, and I don’t interfere with others. Tree, save my life again.”
Then tear off your mask.
An Zheng began to think, why was this man so sure that he wouldn't be able to tell who he was
An Zheng: "If you can think that you are still a human being, I will be Amitabha."
He said: "My name is Situ Daye."
An Zheng: "When someone killed me, you sat back and ignored me. Is this how you repay the favor of saving your life?"
The monk shook his head: "He can't."
"Are you here to kill me too?"
An Zheng stopped. There was a man in Taoist robes in front of him.
An Zheng said, "I'll just leave."
"Is it because of this peach forest?"
Feng Xiuyang said: "Let's talk about you again. The people who wanted to kill you just now are really all kinds of people. Some are from Che Xianguo and some are from Daxi. I didn't come out just now because I wanted to see if some of them would come out soon. A monk will chop off your head to save all sentient beings."
Feng Xiuyang's expression changed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes fixed, and she asked herself: "Really?"
Feng Xiuyang bowed her hands and said, "Thank you very much. If you want to leave, please leave quickly. The smell of blood is too strong."
The monk who is called Master does not look very young in appearance, but as a practitioner, it is difficult to tell how old he is from his appearance. He stood there looking at An Zheng below and murmured to himself: "Xuan Ting said that this young man has wisdom roots. Do you know what wisdom roots are?"
The young man in white smiled like the spring breeze in March. There are many beautiful young people in this world, and this boy is the best among them. When he was in Yan State, he was ranked second in terms of talent, but ranked first in terms of style. But in fact, whether it is talent or style, he is better than the one named Su. It's just that he doesn't want to be public and likes to move forward alone in the darkness. He will not take action rashly when he is not strong enough to win.
"Are you destined to be my Buddha?"
Feng Xiuyang asked back.
An Zheng: "Okay, if it's convenient, just tell me, why did you come to kill me?"
His name is Feng Xiuyang.
The monk shook his head: "He can't."
An Zheng: "Okay, if it's convenient, just tell me, why did you come to kill me?"
An Zheng: "When someone killed me, you sat back and ignored me. Is this how you repay the favor of saving your life?"
Feng Xiuyang's expression changed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes fixed, and she asked herself: "Really?"
An Zheng stood in the peach grove holding Shanye in his arms. When he turned around to leave, he found a person standing on the peach tree in the distance. The man was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy. This white dress is still in the style of a Taoist robe, and it really looks a bit out of this world. He just stood there and looked at An Zheng, as if An Zheng was the strangest person in the world.
The monk said: "You are wrong. Xuanting's fault is not the fault of others, but his own fault. Trying to shoulder the karma of his predecessors is interfering with the affairs of heaven, so he is wrong. Everyone has it. If you regard other people's past as your own and persist in it, you will fall into the devil's path. Your senior brother Xuanting has such a high level of understanding and talent that even a teacher would be ashamed of himself. I am in Buddhism but my heart is in the world of mortals. Even if I look at the wall, I can’t think of anything wrong.”
Feng Xiuyang: "You have saved my life."
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
The middle-aged man nodded: "I am indeed here to kill you."
The middle-aged man pointed behind An Zheng: "Not long ago, in the peach forest, you just killed a young man in his prime. Maybe there will be unlimited future in the future. Even if not, he will marry a wife and have children, and continue the family line. . But it doesn’t work now. If you kill him, all my fantasies will come to an end. I will no longer have the glorious family lintel in my fantasies."
His name is Feng Xiuyang.
Feng Xiuyang: "It would be better if I don't kill you once in the future... No, twice."
An Zheng nodded: "It's because of this peach forest."
Be it people from Che Xianguo or Daxiguo. An Zheng has always had his own attitude. After killing someone, he squatted on the ground and fed Shan Ye a monster crystal core. Then he picked up Shan Ye and watched the peach leaves falling in the distance, his face gradually calming down.
An Zheng turned around and said, "So it's really like this."
"Are you destined to be my Buddha?"
The young monk standing behind him asked: "Master, why are you doing this?"
The masked man said that soon, people from Mingfa Division would appear in front of An Zheng one after another. Among these, there is the masked man. But An Zheng couldn't determine who he was, what should he do? It seems that the best way is to avoid, keep avoiding, and avoid everyone who knows the law. However, this is not a solution at all, because some disasters cannot be avoided.
The young monk seemed to understand, but he didn't dare to ask again.
Feng Xiuyang's expression changed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes fixed, and she asked herself: "Really?"
An Zheng said: "I don't dare to take it seriously, I'm afraid the way is still different."
The young monk standing behind him asked: "Master, why are you doing this?"
Feng Xiuyang's expression changed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes fixed, and she asked herself: "Really?"
Feng Xiuyang didn't know what An Zheng meant when he said it was really like this. After all, only An Zheng had ever seen the worry deep in his heart. In fact, An Zheng still doesn't understand why his biggest worry is not Chen Zhongqi but Feng Xiuyang. Such a handsome young man who seems to have everything he wants from the gods, even though he is a little paranoid, he has never seen any evil thoughts.
The middle-aged man pointed behind An Zheng: "Not long ago, in the peach forest, you just killed a young man in his prime. Maybe there will be unlimited future in the future. Even if not, he will marry a wife and have children, and continue the family line. . But it doesn’t work now. If you kill him, all my fantasies will come to an end. I will no longer have the glorious family lintel in my fantasies."
Feng Xiuyang's expression changed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes fixed, and she asked herself: "Really?"
"Is it because of this peach forest?"
The young monk standing behind him asked: "Master, why are you doing this?"
Feng Xiuyang shook his head as if he didn't want to dwell on these words anymore. He looked at An Zheng and asked, "I just don't understand. Why do you have enemies wherever you go? When you were in Yan State, you defeated many people." It’s someone’s job, so it’s natural that someone wants to kill you. But in this Che Xian Kingdom and the Immortal Palace, you don’t seem to be able to overturn other people’s jobs.”
Feng Xiuyang watched An Zheng leave and shook his head with a wry smile: "Why bother guarding me like you guard your enemies."
He pointed at his heart: "At first, I thought that with perseverance and Taoyuan, the three thousand-year-old peach tree on Wudang Mountain would choose me. But it turned out that the old peach tree was very nostalgic and didn't like me. Taoist who likes Sanqing Guan. If I fail, I am defeated. So I went to the Western Regions to find that dead branch to be my life source. But you know, a dead branch is a dead branch without the power of life. It’s Ku. Then do you know what’s Ku’s next step?”
The monk wearing a golden cassock said: "Buddha has more than one face. It is fundamental to persuade people to do good. It is not necessary to refrain from delusional thoughts, but it is not necessary to give up thoughts of killing. When this young man feeds the cat, he is like a Bodhisattva with his eyebrows lowered, but when he kills someone, King Kong has angry eyes, kills those who deserve to be killed, and does good deeds that need to be done. This is the fate of Buddha."
Feng Xiuyang nodded: "There are many peach trees here, much older than the old peach tree in Wudang Mountain. I have been looking here to see if I can replace the vitality. But the peach trees here have no source of Tao, so they cannot bear Tao. As a result, I have been searching for nothing."
An Zheng walked a few steps away and paused: "Obviously it's you, so guard against me like an enemy."
Most of the sects in the world, whether they are real or fake, as long as the practitioners in the Central Plains will more or less say that they are related to the Dao Sect. According to rumors, the orthodox practice comes from the Taoist sect, which is even older than the Buddhist sect. This person wearing a Taoist robe is not a Taoist priest, because his Taoist robe is just made in the style of a Taoist robe. He looked to be about forty years old, with cold and arrogant features and a murderous look on his face.
An Zheng stood in the peach grove holding Shanye in his arms. When he turned around to leave, he found a person standing on the peach tree in the distance. The man was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy. This white dress is still in the style of a Taoist robe, and it really looks a bit out of this world. He just stood there and looked at An Zheng, as if An Zheng was the strangest person in the world.
Feng Xiuyang: "It would be better if I don't kill you once in the future... No, twice."
Feng Xiuyang shook his head as if he didn't want to dwell on these words anymore. He looked at An Zheng and asked, "I just don't understand. Why do you have enemies wherever you go? When you were in Yan State, you defeated many people." It’s someone’s job, so it’s natural that someone wants to kill you. But in this Che Xian Kingdom and the Immortal Palace, you don’t seem to be able to overturn other people’s jobs.”
An Zheng frowned slightly: "You still want to go to Wudang Mountain?"
The monk who is called Master does not look very young in appearance, but as a practitioner, it is difficult to tell how old he is from his appearance. He stood there looking at An Zheng below and murmured to himself: "Xuan Ting said that this young man has wisdom roots. Do you know what wisdom roots are?"
The young monk asked: "Master, can he enter my Buddhist door?"
And An Zheng has never been a person who just runs away from danger.
Feng Xiuyang's expression changed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes fixed, and she asked herself: "Really?"
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng: "In the eyes of evil people, I am really a evil person."
In the clouds, a monk wearing a golden cassock changed his face slightly, and then clasped his hands together.
Feng Xiuyang didn't know what An Zheng meant when he said it was really like this. After all, only An Zheng had ever seen the worry deep in his heart. In fact, An Zheng still doesn't understand why his biggest worry is not Chen Zhongqi but Feng Xiuyang. Such a handsome young man who seems to have everything he wants from the gods, even though he is a little paranoid, he has never seen any evil thoughts.
Feng Xiuyang didn't know what An Zheng meant when he said it was really like this. After all, only An Zheng had ever seen the worry deep in his heart. In fact, An Zheng still doesn't understand why his biggest worry is not Chen Zhongqi but Feng Xiuyang. Such a handsome young man who seems to have everything he wants from the gods, even though he is a little paranoid, he has never seen any evil thoughts.
The monk wearing a golden cassock said: "Buddha has more than one face. It is fundamental to persuade people to do good. It is not necessary to refrain from delusional thoughts, but it is not necessary to give up thoughts of killing. When this young man feeds the cat, he is like a Bodhisattva with his eyebrows lowered, but when he kills someone, King Kong has angry eyes, kills those who deserve to be killed, and does good deeds that need to be done. This is the fate of Buddha."
Feng Xiuyang bowed her hands and said, "Thank you very much. If you want to leave, please leave quickly. The smell of blood is too strong."
Yes.
An Zheng walked a few steps away and paused: "Obviously it's you, so guard against me like an enemy."
The young monk standing behind him asked: "Master, why are you doing this?"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "You still want to go to Wudang Mountain?"
He said: "My name is Situ Daye."
In the clouds, a monk wearing a golden cassock changed his face slightly, and then clasped his hands together.
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
An Zheng stood in the peach grove holding Shanye in his arms. When he turned around to leave, he found a person standing on the peach tree in the distance. The man was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy. This white dress is still in the style of a Taoist robe, and it really looks a bit out of this world. He just stood there and looked at An Zheng, as if An Zheng was the strangest person in the world.
The middle-aged man pointed behind An Zheng: "Not long ago, in the peach forest, you just killed a young man in his prime. Maybe there will be unlimited future in the future. Even if not, he will marry a wife and have children, and continue the family line. . But it doesn’t work now. If you kill him, all my fantasies will come to an end. I will no longer have the glorious family lintel in my fantasies."
After An Zheng left, Feng Xiuyang stood on the peach branch for a long, long time. Maybe it was An Zheng's reminder, maybe he had already felt something in his heart but refused to admit it. It turned out that he had really been on guard against An Zheng. He had observed An Zheng in the dark for a long time, and he also envied those who stood beside An Zheng and talked and laughed with him. For example, Du Shaoshou, anyone in Tianqi Sect, even that monkey.
In the clouds, a monk wearing a golden cassock changed his face slightly, and then clasped his hands together.
"Is it because of this peach forest?"
An Zheng: "When someone killed me, you sat back and ignored me. Is this how you repay the favor of saving your life?"
For example, Chen Zhongqi.
After An Zheng left, Feng Xiuyang stood on the peach branch for a long, long time. Maybe it was An Zheng's reminder, maybe he had already felt something in his heart but refused to admit it. It turned out that he had really been on guard against An Zheng. He had observed An Zheng in the dark for a long time, and he also envied those who stood beside An Zheng and talked and laughed with him. For example, Du Shaoshou, anyone in Tianqi Sect, even that monkey.
Feng Xiuyang said: "I'm going, so I came out just to advise you... Don't steal all the peach trees here, leave a few for me to continue practicing. Although there is no Taoist Taoist fruit, but After all, they are still ten thousand-year-old peach trees, and their fate is the same. I am practicing here, and I don’t interfere with others. Tree, save my life again.”
Feng Xiuyang: "I practice my own way. Even when I was in Fanggu City of Yan State, I seldom fought with others. After I left Yan State, I practiced with great concentration. Why did you say that I was not the best if there was any trouble? people?"
After An Zheng left Taolin, he seemed to be walking aimlessly. He didn't walk fast, and he soon forgot about Feng Xiuyang, because although he was very worried about Feng Xiuyang, Feng Xiuyang did not seem to be a threat after all. The biggest threat now is the masked man. The mask was covering his eyes and his eyes were covered with something, so An Zheng really didn't see who it was.
The young man in white smiled like the spring breeze in March. There are many beautiful young people in this world, and this boy is the best among them. When he was in Yan State, he was ranked second in terms of talent, but ranked first in terms of style. But in fact, whether it is talent or style, he is better than the one named Su. It's just that he doesn't want to be public and likes to move forward alone in the darkness. He will not take action rashly when he is not strong enough to win.
The young monk asked: "Master, can he enter my Buddhist door?"
An Zheng said, "I'll just leave."
"Are you here to kill me too?"
But An Zheng knew that the next time the masked man appeared would not be too far away. He was a confident and perverted person. He thought he was playing with An Zheng, so he couldn't wait.
Feng Xiuyang's expression changed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes fixed, and she asked herself: "Really?"
Most of the sects in the world, whether they are real or fake, as long as the practitioners in the Central Plains will more or less say that they are related to the Dao Sect. According to rumors, the orthodox practice comes from the Taoist sect, which is even older than the Buddhist sect. This person wearing a Taoist robe is not a Taoist priest, because his Taoist robe is just made in the style of a Taoist robe. He looked to be about forty years old, with cold and arrogant features and a murderous look on his face.
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
Then tear off your mask.
After An Zheng left Taolin, he seemed to be walking aimlessly. He didn't walk fast, and he soon forgot about Feng Xiuyang, because although he was very worried about Feng Xiuyang, Feng Xiuyang did not seem to be a threat after all. The biggest threat now is the masked man. The mask was covering his eyes and his eyes were covered with something, so An Zheng really didn't see who it was.
An Zheng: "The preface does not match the postscript..."
Feng Xiuyang didn't know what An Zheng meant when he said it was really like this. After all, only An Zheng had ever seen the worry deep in his heart. In fact, An Zheng still doesn't understand why his biggest worry is not Chen Zhongqi but Feng Xiuyang. Such a handsome young man who seems to have everything he wants from the gods, even though he is a little paranoid, he has never seen any evil thoughts.
An Zheng replied: "Destroy."
An Zheng stopped. There was a man in Taoist robes in front of him.
An Zheng stood in the peach grove holding Shanye in his arms. When he turned around to leave, he found a person standing on the peach tree in the distance. The man was wearing white clothes and looked like a fairy. This white dress is still in the style of a Taoist robe, and it really looks a bit out of this world. He just stood there and looked at An Zheng, as if An Zheng was the strangest person in the world.
An Zheng: "When someone killed me, you sat back and ignored me. Is this how you repay the favor of saving your life?"
An Zheng stopped. There was a man in Taoist robes in front of him.
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
Feng Xiuyang said: "I'm going, so I came out just to advise you... Don't steal all the peach trees here, leave a few for me to continue practicing. Although there is no Taoist Taoist fruit, but After all, they are still ten thousand-year-old peach trees, and their fate is the same. I am practicing here, and I don’t interfere with others. Tree, save my life again.”
Feng Xiuyang's expression changed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes fixed, and she asked herself: "Really?"
He said: "My name is Situ Daye."
The young man in white smiled like the spring breeze in March. There are many beautiful young people in this world, and this boy is the best among them. When he was in Yan State, he was ranked second in terms of talent, but ranked first in terms of style. But in fact, whether it is talent or style, he is better than the one named Su. It's just that he doesn't want to be public and likes to move forward alone in the darkness. He will not take action rashly when he is not strong enough to win.
"Is it because of this peach forest?"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "You still want to go to Wudang Mountain?"
"Is it because of this peach forest?"
Most of the sects in the world, whether they are real or fake, as long as the practitioners in the Central Plains will more or less say that they are related to the Dao Sect. According to rumors, the orthodox practice comes from the Taoist sect, which is even older than the Buddhist sect. This person wearing a Taoist robe is not a Taoist priest, because his Taoist robe is just made in the style of a Taoist robe. He looked to be about forty years old, with cold and arrogant features and a murderous look on his face.
The monk shook his head: "He can't."
"Are you here to kill me too?"
"It's one-sided."
"Is it because of this peach forest?"
In the clouds, a monk wearing a golden cassock changed his face slightly, and then clasped his hands together.
In a sense, the masked man who appeared in front of An Zheng was the same type of person as Chen Zhongqi, but he was a little more arrogant than Chen Zhongqi. He is very confident, terrifyingly confident.
An Zheng stopped. There was a man in Taoist robes in front of him.
"Are you here to kill me too?"
But An Zheng knew that the next time the masked man appeared would not be too far away. He was a confident and perverted person. He thought he was playing with An Zheng, so he couldn't wait.
An Zheng began to think, why was this man so sure that he wouldn't be able to tell who he was
Feng Xiuyang said: "I'm going, so I came out just to advise you... Don't steal all the peach trees here, leave a few for me to continue practicing. Although there is no Taoist Taoist fruit, but After all, they are still ten thousand-year-old peach trees, and their fate is the same. I am practicing here, and I don’t interfere with others. Tree, save my life again.”
The monk sighed: "His thoughts are too heavy, no matter what they are, they are too heavy."
His name is Feng Xiuyang.
Feng Xiuyang didn't know what An Zheng meant when he said it was really like this. After all, only An Zheng had ever seen the worry deep in his heart. In fact, An Zheng still doesn't understand why his biggest worry is not Chen Zhongqi but Feng Xiuyang. Such a handsome young man who seems to have everything he wants from the gods, even though he is a little paranoid, he has never seen any evil thoughts.
After An Zheng left, Feng Xiuyang stood on the peach branch for a long, long time. Maybe it was An Zheng's reminder, maybe he had already felt something in his heart but refused to admit it. It turned out that he had really been on guard against An Zheng. He had observed An Zheng in the dark for a long time, and he also envied those who stood beside An Zheng and talked and laughed with him. For example, Du Shaoshou, anyone in Tianqi Sect, even that monkey.
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "As a Taoist priest, you may not want to kill me."
His name is Feng Xiuyang.
The middle-aged man nodded: "I am indeed here to kill you."
The scary thing about people like Chen Zhongqi is that the first type of villains are all his thugs and his knives.
He set a trap for An Zheng, which was obvious, but An Zheng had no way to avoid it.
Feng Xiuyang nodded: "There are many peach trees here, much older than the old peach tree in Wudang Mountain. I have been looking here to see if I can replace the vitality. But the peach trees here have no source of Tao, so they cannot bear Tao. As a result, I have been searching for nothing."
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
Feng Xiuyang: "I practice my own way. Even when I was in Fanggu City of Yan State, I seldom fought with others. After I left Yan State, I practiced with great concentration. Why did you say that I was not the best if there was any trouble? people?"
An Zheng: "Okay, if it's convenient, just tell me, why did you come to kill me?"
Feng Xiuyang: "I practice my own way. Even when I was in Fanggu City of Yan State, I seldom fought with others. After I left Yan State, I practiced with great concentration. Why did you say that I was not the best if there was any trouble? people?"
Be it people from Che Xianguo or Daxiguo. An Zheng has always had his own attitude. After killing someone, he squatted on the ground and fed Shan Ye a monster crystal core. Then he picked up Shan Ye and watched the peach leaves falling in the distance, his face gradually calming down.
"Are you destined to be my Buddha?"
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
The middle-aged man pointed behind An Zheng: "Not long ago, in the peach forest, you just killed a young man in his prime. Maybe there will be unlimited future in the future. Even if not, he will marry a wife and have children, and continue the family line. . But it doesn’t work now. If you kill him, all my fantasies will come to an end. I will no longer have the glorious family lintel in my fantasies."
"It's one-sided."
In a sense, the masked man who appeared in front of An Zheng was the same type of person as Chen Zhongqi, but he was a little more arrogant than Chen Zhongqi. He is very confident, terrifyingly confident.
Feng Xiuyang said: "Let's talk about you again. The people who wanted to kill you just now are really all kinds of people. Some are from Che Xianguo and some are from Daxi. I didn't come out just now because I wanted to see if some of them would come out soon. A monk will chop off your head to save all sentient beings."
The young monk shook his head: "I don't know, disciple, but you probably mean a person with a kind heart?"
Xiaohe Leng was stunned for a moment: "Why? Since Master said that he is destined to be a Buddhist, why can't he enter Buddhism?"
Feng Xiuyang: "You have saved my life."
"Are you here to kill me too?"
He said: "My name is Situ Daye."
Yes.
In the clouds, a monk wearing a golden cassock changed his face slightly, and then clasped his hands together.
An Zheng: "In the eyes of evil people, I am really a evil person."
An Zheng: "In the eyes of evil people, I am really a evil person."
An Zheng: "If you can think that you are still a human being, I will be Amitabha."