Chapter 156:

When Zhao Fu woke up, he found himself lying next to the fire, and not far away, two good-looking young men were talking in a low voice, and he recognized that he was a Taoist who had come to the inn before.
At this moment, the Taoist who rescued him looked coldly and said softly to the other: "He is awake."
The attitude that instantly changes seems to be divided.
Jing Yue nodded, and opened the door to see the mountain road: "Why do you want to ignite the soul and aim at the Buddha?"
Zhao Fu was startled suddenly, propped up and sat up, "No, I don't understand what you say?"
Jing Yue: "You don't understand, the Buddha will understand, if I say it ..."
Zhao Fu: "No!"
Zhao Fu's mind turned sharply, and he wanted to find a reason to confuse him. He felt a blast of wind rubbing his cheek, and his face felt a tingling tingle.
"Don't move your mind." As soon as I forgot to retract my hand, he warned: "If we really want to harm you, just tell the Buddha and let him follow the dead monks to track down the monks in the city, and you will be wiped out."
Zhao Fu's face changed. Seeing the two Taoists so determined, some doubted whether there was any spy among them.
As soon as he forgot to look at him, he smiled ironically, "If there is a traitor, we will catch you to ask what?
As soon as Zhao Fu wanted to make sense, the two knew that the truth had not been revealed, and rescued him. They must have been friends and enemies, and they felt wronged and said, "I said that ..."
He saw that both of them were staring at him silently, and there was no unnecessary response, and he said, "Did I really say that?"
Jing Yue: "..."
I forgot: "..." Stun is right, there is so much nonsense.
Zhao Fu: "Actually, I am from the Qingshan School."
Jing Yue: "Aoyama School?"
Zhao Fu: "Yes, I was on Qing Cang Mountain before. The sect is very small and there are not many people, but there are a hundred people."
Although he was modest in his words, his expression could not help but be proud, and it seemed that this small school filled him with pride.
Jing Yue knew that Qing Cang Mountain was right next to the city of Jingyang. He wondered if it was a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism? Although Buddhism and Taoism in the repairable world are two ways, the relationship has been harmonious for nearly tens of thousands of years.
"We have passed down the Qingshan School for more than a thousand years. In the early years, we all practiced in the mountains and rarely contacted outsiders, but the disciples in the gates occasionally came down as mortals to help the local people." Zhao Fu Slowly speaking, the voice suddenly dropped. "But more than a hundred years ago, a monk came to the city of Jingyang. He was very capable and healed many people's illnesses. People gradually didn't need us."
"The people in the door were also happy for the people, but one day, the head had a dream."
That night, the head of the Qingshan faction suddenly dreamed of an old woman in Tsing Yi. The other party said that he was the spirit of Qing Cang Mountain. Qing Cangshan Spirit suffers deeply. If this continues, this place will soon be dead, let alone mountains and rivers. Even if the living beings live on this land, they either leave or have a dead end.
"The head is very worried. He first thought that someone was practicing evil, and then he took a few uncles into the city and told all the people what Shan Ling said."
When Zhao Fu stopped here, it seemed that it was difficult for him to speak.
One forgot: "No one believes, right?"
Zhao Fu nodded with a bitter smile, forgotten to look like he had known.
"Not only do they not believe it, they also think that the head of the club and your fellow demon confuse the public." Zhao Fu's eyes gradually became red. "With the encouragement of the monks, the people in the city wanted to grab them."
"When the head and others were under siege, I realized that the monk has a powerful magic weapon, which is the statue of the white jade Buddha. The reason why the monks secretly gave life to the people in the city was that they wanted the people to worship him and to protect this statue with their will. . "
"The head of the team only built the foundation, and the other masters and uncles lowered their skills and soon lost. The master knew that once they were caught by the monks, all of them would die. In order to let the masters escape, the head was The monk's statue was badly wounded. "
Zhao Fu clenched his fists, his voice was shaking. "The monk grabbed the head, destroyed the spiritual root of the head, and abolished the cultivation of the head. The monk tried to shock others and deepen the trust and dependence of the people on him. I don't know what method was used to make those who have received his favor suffered bitterly. "
"But the monk let out the wind, saying that because the head disrespects the Buddha, he is not tolerated by heaven, so the punishment has also affected the people in the city. He asked the Buddha servant to pull the head to tour the street, head ..." With his eyes closed, "the head was killed alive by the people in the city."
Hearing this, Jing Yue frowned, looking subconsciously at a forget, but sneered at the corner of his mouth, and when he noticed that he was looking, he quickly squeezed his lips to make a serious listening appearance.
Jing Yue: "..."
Zhao Fu didn't notice the two, he was already immersed in the memories.
"It was too late for the people in the door to learn the news. Later, the uncles dispersed and marched into the city as ordinary people. They have been accumulating strength over the years." Zhao Fu said: "My father was a young man in his childhood. Disciples in the middle, and our new disciples have not actually experienced those things. I just said that it was also the father's storytelling, but I just heard it and couldn't help but hate it. "
Jing Yue realized, "So, now you are seeking revenge on the Buddha?"
However, Zhao Fu shook his head. "My father told me that the head always said that the heavens and the heavens are constant and has its own rules. If it is reported to the wrong, it will only increase the cause and effect. We want to save them."
Forgetting: "Save the people in the city?"
Zhao Fu heard a mockery in a forgetful tone and explained: "They are not bad, they are just foolish, they are just blinded."
One forget: "Stupid is more terrible than poison."
Zhao Fu: "..."
Jing Yue glanced for a moment, and said nothing when he forgot.
Zhao Fu: "Actually, in fact, it is not simply saving anyone. We just treat the people in the city as one of the beings on this land, and it is a part of this land. The Qingshan faction lives on Qingcang Mountain. Since it lives on this side The land, drinking the water from this land, eating the food grown on this land, and receiving its favor, we should protect it and return it. If we can save this land, it is also a merit. "
I forgot: "Merit? As far as you are doing now, you can only make people dare not believe the Buddha easily. But they still do n’t know the truth, they do n’t believe the truth, let alone the sacrifice of your Qingshan faction."
Zhao Fu did not care: "Even if it is unknown, we know what we are doing and why."
One forget: "... is it worth it?"
Zhao Fu froze and nodded without hesitation. "Well."
All three were silent, and for a long while, Jing Yue said, "If what you say is true, I have a way to get you there."
Zhao Fu blinked blankly.
The next day, many people in the city suddenly developed strange diseases. Their skin became crimson like those who had spontaneously ignited. Although there was no discomfort, everyone was terrified. Many people cried to the Buddha for help.
But it is strange that those who have prayed to the Buddha will grow blisters on their bodies, and those who do not ask for the Buddha are getting better.
In this way, everyone believed in the rumors in the city that the Buddha wanted to serve him with the spirit of a devout believer.
Therefore, except for some crazy people who are willing to sacrifice for the Buddha, others dare not believe in the Buddha anymore, and even many people have resentment against the Buddha.
When willingness turned to resentment, backlash soon came.
However, in just a few months, the "God" everyone believed in in the city left the altar. The Buddha was powerless, the magic weapon could not be shown, and even affected his own cultivation, even the Buddha servants left him one after another.
Soon, the Buddha was killed in his own house by a group of Taoists, all of whom came from the Qingshan School.
The Buddha did not understand before he died. Why did he benefit the people here for more than 100 years, but these people betrayed him in an instant? Even see him as a demon? He is clearly their god!
But the true God must have seen through the selfishness of human nature, and also knew that some people were as stupid as the Aoyama faction, maybe stupid, maybe crazy, but with great love.

A flat boat swayed gently on the lake.
Jing Yue put away a map. After the Buddha's death, Qingshan sent his disciples to search from each other.
Previously, after verifying what they said, Jing Yue and Yi Wang gave them a powder called "Seven Flames of Fire" and the corresponding antidote. This poison was originally highly poisonous, simplified and improved by Jingyue, and now it is only the slightest fire poison.
The priests sprinkled powder into the well water. Once the people drank the well water, their skin became red, and blisters would develop soon.
If anyone no longer believes in the Buddha, the disciples of Qingshan will quietly detoxify them, so there are follow-ups.
In order to repay Jing Yue, Qingshan sent his disciples to Jing Yue and the ice-cracked white jade buddha. Jing Yue also learned from them that these two babies were accidentally obtained by monks. Among them, the map can transform the earth life into its own use, and the white jade Buddha statue can absorb the will, and eventually grow into a treasure.
It is a pity that the statue of Buddha was ruined by the backlash of willingness.
Jing Yue handed over the array and the statue of Buddha together, "You keep it."
Yi forgets to be included in the Qiangquan ring naturally. Over the years, he has become accustomed to giving Jingyue whatever good things he finds. In his opinion, all of his own are Jingyue.
One forgot: "Now that the monk is dead and the map is taken away by us, what can we do with the life lost in the vein of Qing Cangshan?"
Jing Yue: "If the creatures there love the earth, the earth will gradually recover."
I forgot: "Can they?"
Jing Yue: "Yes, as I have always said, the human heart can produce evil, and of course it can also produce good. There are not many people like the disciples of Qingshan, but there are many, so there is no need to fear it."
When I forgot to silence, looking at the lake where the breeze was wrinkled, I said for a long time, "I want to go back to the northern city of Zhejiang."
Jing Yue froze, and at this time he knew that the northern city of Zhejiang was the town where he had forgotten, and there was a memory of forgetfulness in that city.
His heart beat fast, and he made a conjecture, but still asked indefinitely, "Why go back? Do you want revenge?"
I forgot to shake my head, "Just look."
Jing Yue laughed, "OK, let's go back."
Another year, they returned to northern Zhejiang.
When I forgot to walk through the old land, I saw that those who hurt him were old and dead.
And he suddenly found that there was no hate in his heart. After all, he has a long road, but these people will at most be turned into a pile of dead bones in just a few decades, which will not hinder his life at all.
When I forgot about the life and death I have seen along the way, the good and evil I experienced, I just felt an unprecedented comfort in my heart.
This mountainous land is infinitely beautiful and infinitely tender, and there is such a person beside him to accompany him.
Frowning in relief, Dan Tanzhong gave birth to warmth, and then the surging force swam the body.
Forgetting, building the foundation.
When he forgot to finally calm down the surging spiritual power, his first reaction was to see Jing Yue.
"I……"
But he only said a word, and saw Jing Yue's figure faded gradually, just like many years ago.
I forgot to panic, trying to catch Jing Yue, but listening to the other party said, "Go to Han Yunzong, I'll wait for you."
Qiu Fenglie was fierce, and only vainness remained in his hands.
The author has something to say: In fact, the whole fantasy is only more than 20,000 words. I feel that it should not look long after reading it, but the serialization will look longer. After all, it will take a few days, and you don't know when it is a head.
Two small stories, one is to write the evil in the name of love, and the other is to write the dedication that starts from hurt. I was stuck for a long time a few days ago, and I was hesitant to write. I still wrote one, how to write clearly in the shortest space, but I think these two stories are very important to the change of Yi forget ’s thought experience. .