Vol 11 Chapter 297: Buddha magic 1 read, good and evil is difficult to divide

The woman smiled: "Look at what you can, others don't teach you, you don't know how to say it, drink the bar!"
"If someone teaches, isn't that a lie?" Wuhua couldn't help it.
The old man was angry: "What deceives, you deceive people, this is all true words, but I don't know how to open my mouth!"
"I missed it." Wu Hao apologized.
The old man feels embarrassed and touches his head: "I am also a fox and a tiger. I have to put it in front of me. I don’t even dare to look at you!"
"why?"
"You are a master, killing a small people like me, it is not a knife. Now there is a prince who gives us the master, you are the innate master, killing people have to pay."
"Hey, people are innate masters."
"Ah, the old man is blind, come and respect you!"
The iron egg also looked up from the rice bowl and stared straight at him.
Wuhuan suddenly realized that why the atmosphere in the Northland is so different, walking on the rivers and lakes on weekdays, it is said that civilians do not dare to provoke martial arts people, even if the martial artists see the innate masters are far away, which is like today The young people who came to the company dared to catch up with him. If they changed places, they might have to provoke a murder.
Now, a veteran of the village, dare to blame him on this innate master, this is a strange thing.
People are not vigilant, even though there are so many warriors in the north, they have no sense of danger.
If you do not hate with deep hatred, you may have to admire this "Knight"!
But there is a taste in the heart, and this unforgettable hatred will never change.
Li Qingshan. Not you die or I die!
"It's good, I will take a shot!"
The black scorpion is full of drinks and the dishes are delicious. The wine is also a fine spirit. It is said that the omnipotent Gu will change the way of making wine. When Wu Hao drank a few cups, he was faintly drunk, and he was willing to accept the child as a disciple.
"It’s not easy to take care of a young man alone."
"Xia Wangye said, women can top half the sky, women can become a master of the world, my martial arts are okay, there are few men in the village who can compare with me, who dares to say that I gossip, I will hit his mouth. Iron eggs It’s not a species, I’ll enter the Youth Hall in the future. Learn to come back to the martial arts and see who doesn’t envy me!

"Youth Hall?"
Wu Hao knows that it is a church in the world. The son of the seven-killed demon king, Lei Lie, is the owner of the church. He specializes in recruiting talented children from all over the country. In the juvenile church, not only do not have a penny. If you can pass the final exam, you can also join the World Congress directly, which is what all children in the North have dreamed of.
The woman touched the child's head: "There are all martial arts in the village, saying that the iron egg is a talented child and will be selected into the youth hall!"
"Mother, I must do it!"
Wuhuan is silent. If it was in the past, a congenital master took the initiative to accept the apprentice. This is a good thing that the civilians dreamed of. Many legends started here.
But in this case. His unidentified person is obviously not as attractive as the youth church in the world.
unconsciously. The night is deep.
The hostess left the guest and let him sleep in bed with the old man. He was unwilling to accept his heart.
In the middle of the night, a black shadow came to the bed of the child. White moonlight is full of sputum on his face, whispering words: "It is the people of the world who raped your mother. It is the world that will kill you! You are a kind of cockroach, all this is Li Qingshan's fault. !"
The child is unaware of the sweetness of sleeping.
When Wuhua reached out, he would wake him up, then awaken the hatred in his heart, but it touched the emptiness under the ribs, and felt a burst of gloom.
No one knows more than him, how painful the hatred is.
What does everything have to do with this child? And the woman, isn't she suffering enough? Has endured such insults, this child is her only.
If I had a marriage with her in the past, it should be so big now, and there must be such talented talents. I will teach him martial arts again...
In an instant, a smile on his face appeared, and suddenly awake.
No, I want revenge!
After a moment, he stumbled out of the door, crossed the wall and plunged away.
"Guest officer!?" The woman heard the movement, dressed up, and rushed to the child's bed and shook it: "Iron egg, wake up!"
The child blinked: "Mom, what happened?"
The woman sighed and found a bag of silver on the bed. "It’s a strange man, but it seems to be more pleasing than the old bachelors in the village."
The black scorpion ran wildly in the wilderness, and made a wild beast like a beast.
The moon is like a frost, the autumn wind is like a knife, and the path is not discerned.
"Li Qingshan, come on! Come on! Come and make a break!"
When the sky was bright, he came to the city of Peiping. The legendary magic cave came to the city along the crowd, but he saw the city full of sorrows, crying, and the heart was more bleak. Is it a plague in the city? That devil is against the will of God, you ignorant fools, dare to stay here to follow him, can be regarded as retribution!
However, the flow of people on the street is not like a plague, and they all converge in one direction.
Pull out a pedestrian: "Where are so many people going? Who is going to go out?"
"Hey, the master of sorrow is going to be gone, we are all going to send him off!"
"Is it the abbot of Purdue Temple!"
Wuhuan was amazed. When he was young, he was already a famous figure in the world. Later, he suddenly became effective in the world. The whole martial arts was unspeakable and unbelievable. Some think that he is bearing the burden of humiliation and preparing to assassinate Li Qingshan. Some people think that he is trying to preserve the life of the temple, and he has to do it.
There are different opinions, but no one thinks that he is a greedy and fearful person. Later, the world has not been swaying south, and it is said that it has a lot to do with his exhortations, and still enjoys a high reputation in the martial arts.
"Oh, I didn't expect to die in this magical cave!"
Not too late to sigh, he feels that he is getting closer and closer to revenge!
......
The temple is silent, the old man sits alone, and a lonely lamp.
In pursuit of bad, life and death, if you can not rob, so there will be a limit.
His chances of breaking the void are not great, not to mention that he has had little time to practice in the past few years.
If the Youth Hall is the hope of the World Congress, then Purdue Hall is the last guarantee, specifically responsible for the relief of the disabled. In the past 16 years, there have been major disasters almost every year. Even though the disaster-resistance is effective, many orphans are still left. All of them are taken care of by Purdue Church. As the Pudu Church, they are the parents of these children.
The world's financial resources are limited, but also to build bridges and paving roads, build embankments and dams. At most, they can only keep these people from freezing and dying. He can have a good meal for the children's bowl, and he can have a new clothes on his body. Can go around and turn around.
He, a former foreigner, could no longer sit on the mountain temple, but had to enter the homes of ordinary people. Sometimes he had to rely on the practice to make money. When he was doing more than a dozen rituals, he was supported by a true spirit.
In the past ten years, his reputation in the Northland is only under Li Qingshan, even higher than Gu Yanying, as if he had a Buddha.
At this moment, this city cry is proof.
After a night, the aftermath finally explained clearly, not to have too much omission after his death, he can finally calm down and recall his life.
Suddenly I realized that I have not reflected this for a long time. The busy ones are not evil thoughts, and almost even good thoughts are left behind. I can't help but recall that twenty years ago, the middle of the drought, hungry and thousands of miles, he led the monks to pray in front of the Buddha, three days and three nights, sleepless.
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He is now almost forgotten by the verses of the time, and he can't help but smile a little. Is this a monk?
The instinct in Dantian began to collapse, his face faded and faint, but suddenly there was a bright light in his heart, as if he was awake from a big dream, and suddenly realized that I was afraid of being awkward at that time.
But recalling all these years, there is no trace of remorse. Instead, there is a warm and full-bodied mind, like a light on the chest, with an account.
"Xia Wang, are you good or evil?"
The sun shines, the morning bell rings, the lone light goes out,
"The master is dead!" (To be continued~^~)
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