Traveling through the heavens to become a bandit

Chapter 354 [Li Beware]

Beside the bonfire, under the dark night, the second son Xu Fengnian raised his head, looked at the starry sky, and said to himself:
"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. If you don't believe me, look up, who will God spare?"

Then he pursed his lips and said: "It is also said that good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.

The ancients liked to slap themselves in the face when they reasoned. "

Xu Qianqiu took out the mask he had prepared and put it on Xu Jiuyue carefully.

The little girl did not resist.

Wearing a mask will make it much easier to move around.

It is not a problem to always wear a black robe and cover the whole person under the black robe.

The mask is specially made and fits perfectly with the skin. It is cold and very comfortable.

The size of the mask, from the bridge of the nose up, covering the eyes, does not affect breathing and eating.

Suddenly, the little girl moved her ears twice, and said in a low voice:

"Big brother, someone approached twenty miles away, and he is a master."

Hearing this, Xu Qianqiu said with a smile:

"Don't worry, the person coming should be neither enemy nor friend.

Even if Bei Mang wanted to chase me down, he would never send only one person. "

Chong Ni stroked the little girl's hair, although he could not see, his hearing was amazing.

Even myself, and that second in the world Wang Xianzhi, in terms of hearing ability, I'm afraid they are not half as sharp as the little girl.

If you have flaws, you must be good at it.

After about a cup of tea, a voice finally came from my ear.

People have gone there ten miles away.

The speed of the incoming person is indeed a master!

Xu Qianqiu took off his cloak and put it on the little girl.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xu Qianqiu paid no attention to it.

After a while, Lao Huang and the others finally sensed that someone was approaching, they subconsciously stood up, fully alert.

The second son, Xu Fengnian, held the handle of the deer-cutting knife in his hand, squinting his eyes slightly.

Now that he has entered the Vajra, he is in sight, but he can't determine the depth of the person who came.

So, don't be careless!
A poor old monk in cassock and hemp sandals came slowly.

It seemed slow, but it arrived in one step, and in the blink of an eye, it was already ten feet away from everyone.

The monk, who was originally relaxed and comfortable, suddenly stopped, and took a deep look at the little girl in black robe wearing a mask, and fear flashed in the depths of her eyes.

So, he sat cross-legged on the spot, no longer approaching.

A pair of red phoenix eyes, charming when smiling, gloomy when squinting, making people unpredictable.

Ten feet away, sit cross-legged, close your eyes and adjust your breath.

Because his mother believed in Buddhism, the second son Xu Fengnian also had a good understanding of Buddhism.

By the way, Xu Qianqiu also knows a little bit.

However, he didn't have a good impression of the good-looking old bald donkey of Buddhism.

Southern Zen monks are divided into Mahayana and Mahayana Buddhist sects, and yellow and red in Esoteric Buddhism, and their attire is different.

Now in Beimang, I met an old monk who traveled thousands of miles and came all the way to this wild place to preach scriptures.

People looked at the kindness, but Xu Fengnian, the second son, did not dare to take it lightly.

The old monk clasped his hands together, looked at the second son Xu Fengnian, and said in Zen words:
"Young master believes in Buddhism, so good and good."

Xu Fengnian glanced at his elder brother Xu Qianqiu, suppressed the murderous instinct in his heart, and silently returned the gift.

Although he believed in Buddhism, he did not follow blindly.

I also know that Buddhas are divided into good and bad.

The old monk clasped his hands together again, said the Buddha's name, looked at the little girl in black wearing a mask, and said:

"The murderous aura on the girl's body has almost condensed into substance. Put it down as soon as possible, and become a Buddha as soon as possible, Amitabha..."

To this, the little girl turned a deaf ear and didn't talk to the old monk, she just tightened the coat that her elder brother had just made for her.

Xu Qianqiu glanced at the meditated old monk ten feet away, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and said:
"Old monk, if you kill one person, you will become a degenerate, and if you kill ten or a hundred people, you will become a demon. Then if I kill thousands of people and put down the butcher knife, can I become a Buddha immediately?
That being the case, what is a Buddha and what is a demon? "

As soon as this remark came out, the old monk who had entered into samadhi finally lost his composure, and his face changed slightly. He didn't say anything, but whispered a Buddha's name, Amitabha...

The old monk smiled and said:
"The old man came from the two Zen temples in the south, and headed north to Qilin Temple, wanting to talk about Zen principles with an old Taoist friend.

Although, most of it is the fate of the chicken and the duck, but it is also a matter of mind.

If you have doubts in your heart, you can go with the old monk to solve your doubts.

In the young master's heart, there is a monstrous evil intention, if you don't know how to cultivate it, if you are careless and fall into it, it will be wrong. "

Xu Qianqiu curled his lips and thought to himself:
"Old guy, I haven't seen you for many years, and I'm still so noisy."

Xu Qianqiu recognized the identity of the old monk, but the old monk never knew his true face in Lushan.

Knowing that this person came from Liangchan Temple, the second son Xu Fengnian looked a little gentle and asked:

"Since the senior is from the Liangchan Temple, do you know a little girl surnamed Li? Beside her, there is a little monk from the north and the south who are childhood sweethearts."

The old monk seemed to have opened his eyes, and suddenly realized, but he didn't seem surprised, and said clearly:
"I have heard for a long time that the second son is sincere to the Buddha. No wonder, no wonder, the old man was rude."

Xu Fengnian stood up, saluted respectfully, and said in a deep voice:
"Xu Fengnian has met the presiding abbot."

The old monk got up, returned the salute, sat down again, and said with a smile:
"My lord, you don't need to be too polite."

After all, he looked at Xu Qianqiu and said with a smile:
"Presumably, this is His Royal Highness."

It is rare for Xu Qianqiu to roll his eyes once. This old guy is pretending to be a master of Buddhism. In fact, he has already guessed the identities of several people.

Seeing that he ignored him, the old monk was not annoyed, and said:
"His Royal Highness is extremely talented, worthy of being the tenth in the world's martial arts list.

However, His Highness's aura is very similar to that of an old friend of the old monk many years ago.

I don't know if His Highness is his disciple? "

Xu Qianqiu immediately asked: "Did you lose to him back then?"

Hearing this, the corner of the old monk's mouth twitched slightly, he settled down and said:
"No and no, it should be said that the outcome is not decided."

Xu Qianqiu smiled and said nothing, because it is not wrong to say so.

Because, even in the current realm, I am not 100% sure that I can win this old monk.

Xu Qianqiu asked straight to the point:
"The old abbot is going to Beimang for the purpose of exterminating Buddha?"

The old monk nodded and said with emotion:

"This poor monk went to Beimang, but he was not arrogant, because he wanted to influence the emperor of Beimang who was determined to destroy Buddha.

I just want to talk about the Diamond Sutra with the monks in Beimang.

In the end, know the destiny and do your best.

The three hundred poems of Confucian sages can be summed up in one sentence, thinking without evil.

Laojun rides a green bull, three thousand Tao Te Ching, seeking purity.

The Northern Mang royal court wants to destroy the Buddha, no temples, no incense, no Buddha statues, no Buddhist scriptures, in my opinion, it will do.

However, if there are hundreds of thousands of monks and everyone loses the Buddha's heart, this is not going to work. "

The old monk took a deep look at Xu and said:
"His Highness, can you ask me for some water to quench my thirst?"

Xu Qianqiu didn't say a word, just waved his hand, and the water column flew up in the kettle, turning into ice-cold sharp swords, with a total of sixteen swords, stabbing at the old monk.

[Friends who are short of books, you can look through the author's old books: "Celebrating More Than Years: I Am the Protagonist", "Reincarnation From Celebrating More Than Years", "Douluo's Demon Comes to the World"]

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