Chapter 165: In the past (middle)

Zhao Bingmo has been walking in the Central Plains for more than a year. He has seen the blood of northern Xinjiang, the magnificence of the East China Sea. He has admired the magnificent scenery of the Zhongdu people, and sighed the beautiful scenery of the southern land. Eventually, he stopped in the wild and vulgar Xichuan. The incense burner was burned in front of the green Buddha.
The young monk was still as calm as she saw when she left, tapping the wooden fish in one hand, and chanting the beads with the other hand, and Zhao Bingmo looked at him with her hand on her cheek.
"Looking at the free Bodhisattva, when you have a deep prajna paramita, when you see the five aggregates are empty, you will spend all your misery. Relic ... (Note)"
Zhao Bingmo interrupted him with a smile: "Every time I come to you, I hear this article and I will recite it."
Sekong gently put the copper chime away and opened his eyes to see: "Is it back?"
"Ah, two months out, I'm a little tired." Zhao Bingmo found a string of agarwood beads from his sleeve and threw it to him. "I went to Dongling to see the head of Duanya Dao and went to Guyang City with him to visit the water break. Master, when he left, he asked me to give this thing to you to congratulate you on the Bodhisattva command. "
"You must have consulted the water-cutting knife." Sekong caught the bead, with no joy or sorrow on his face, as dull as a glass of water without taste.
"It's a good name to draw a knife and cut off the water." Zhao Bingmo said while looking at his face, "The three altars have been commanded, I heard that you were still famous last month when the Ten Thousand Buddhas will discuss the Fa, I am afraid that in a few years, the abbot will To establish you as the first monk of Wuxiang Temple, and then pass on the position of abbot. "
When she talked, she grabbed her heart with one hand, crumpled a cold heart into a crumpled veil, and she couldn't help talking when she looked down at her eyes, and Zhao Bingmo couldn't help but say: "It looks promising. But you have n’t seen it yet, and you have n’t seen the colorful world of the Thousand Worlds. Why are you dead and want to be a monk with a clear heart? "
"The land of the Buddha Gate, He Shizhu said with caution." Sekong whispered, his palms chanting the Buddha.
Zhao Bingmo had a headache when he heard "Amitabha", but he didn't want to lose his temper, so he pretended to be free and easy: "I have been walking for so long, and I will be blamed by you for being a gourd when I come back. Palace, I can fight two people anyway. "
Sekong raised his head and was a little puzzled: "As shown in the gate rules of Taishang Palace, no troubles or fights."
Zhao Bingmo laughed: "The disciples in Taishang Palace are as boring as you are, but recently an interesting woman has a good temper and a sharper knife. Unfortunately, I and I have been in a hurry, only one battle point is at the end . "
Sekong twirled in his heart: "Is the friend Gu Duanqing the surnamed Gu?"
Zhao Bingmo pouted the word "friend". She has a clever vision and a sharp eye. She is naturally sharper than the monks who are stupid in reading these scriptures. What's more, the woman named "Gu Lifang" couldn't hold the scroll from beginning to end Looking through Duan Qing's body, he opened his eyes.
I thought she was as hot as her own shaved head, but when the war broke out, Duanqing and Duanya shot at the same time. One person held her knife, while the other person opened Gu Lufang's hand. In front of her.
Zhao Bingmo suddenly had an unstoppable jealousy and unwillingness in his heart.
The same person who loves Hong Chen from the outside, why Gu Lifang can make the snow in the mountains melt the ice, but she can only ask for fish?
"Monk, this time I went to Guyang City, it really opened my eyes." Zhao Bingmo stared at the sky and whispered softly, "The Wushuang faction Feng Ruogu Shaoxia gave me a peach branch, and I want to get together with my Muai. You said should I agree? "
The finger tossing the bead slightly paused, and Sekong said: "Amitabha, follow the heart."
"I don't like him." Zhao Bingmo walked up to him. "Monk, I have someone I like."
Four hundred and sixty-seven days, she spent three hundred days around Sekong and Duanya, one monk, the latter being generous and gentler than her father and brother. The former is bland and unpredictable but it makes her feel calm in the years.
Before Zhao Bingmo knew Sekong, he always felt that a woman as proud as herself should lick blood at the edge of her fresh clothes, and only after she knew him, she slowly gave birth to the tranquility of falling leaves and roots.
This place of peace is my hometown (Note 2). She feels relieved as if Ping Ping took root. She wants to take root and germinate in this way, and grow towering trees in ordinary thick soil.
She stared at the colored sky closely. The young monk silently lifted her hand to pick up the copper chime. She closed her eyes and tapped the wooden fish again, remembering the sutra that she had not recited just now: "Sari, the color is not empty, the air is not different. Color is empty ... "
Thinking of this, I suddenly heard a loud noise from behind, the door of the Zen room was vigorously closed and back-reflected, but the light swayed but only cast a shadow of a person sitting on his knees.
The copper chime was then knocked on the wooden fish. The monk slowly opened his eyes and muttered: "Color is empty, empty ... is color."
Zhao Bingmo's move was a gesture of enthusiasm, but he did not expect it to be wrong.
She has a stubborn temper and some natural unscrupulous means. The thing that she has seen since childhood is to get her head and blood from Helian Shen. She won't let her go, let alone let her go back.
Zhao Bingmo rushed down and asked Zen Mountain, knowing that she and the Buddhist disciple who had a deep relationship with Sekong did not dare to stop, she went all the way to the wild forest and wanted to cut down a pile of wood for a while, calm but calm, but unexpectedly saw it Helian Yu.
Since the Dao Dao comparison happened a year ago, the person who contacted Herian Shen became Herian Yu. In all fairness, Zhao Bingmo did n’t hate him, but he was now in a hurry and he did n’t speak well: People came to ask Zen Mountain, do they want to die or convert? "
"Sister, brother Yi asked me to send you a sentence-but I forgot that he was not He Lianyue, but Zhao Bingmo." Helian Yujing looked at her quietly and shook her head. "I thought Brother Yi Thoughtful, I didn't expect Sister to think too much. "
The expression on Zhao Bingmo's face froze and frozen at this moment. She slowly pulled off her veil, and the long-lasting cold killing intention slowly stained her eyes and her voice turned cold: "Helian Shen sent you to remind me, it seems Is it necessary to use 'Zhao Bing Moth'? "
"Even if Brother Yi didn't speak, I'd like to inform A-Sister." He paused, and He Lianyu said solemnly, "The court issued thirteen prohibition orders, asking the world's martial artists to abide by the laws and regulations. The three schools and six schools of the magic road are not convinced. They are about to fight for the right and the eight schools in the Sidi Valley in the southern land two months later. The war post has been sent out. "
Nandi Si Ju Gu, not far from Samadhi Academy, and the Southern Confucian movements must be indispensable behind the imperial ban issued by the court. Devil Dao chose the battlefield here, which is undoubtedly a demonstration in front of the Southern Confucian Gate. A storm is about to start.
Even if Zhao Bingmo had a lot of thoughts about Helian Shen, the other party was ultimately a blood kin, and the Burial Soul Palace is where she lives now, even if she has to go for herself, not to mention ...
She depressed the anxiety in her heart, followed Helian Yu down the mountain and mounted her horse, riding in the direction of Mi Zu Ling.
For sixty-three days, there was no news. When she saw Sekong again, she was on the battlefield of Sijue Valley.
She wore a yaksha mask and held a crescent moon scramble to fight the crowd. At this time, she was either killing the enemy or dying. Zhao Bingmo didn't think much or hesitate until a long sword held her towards the neck of the big disciple of Huangshan School. Her machete, a long black iron rod pressed against her shoulder.
How familiar this situation is with this scene, but this time the sword-raising tricks of the Daoist Long Sealed the way back, the long stick on the shoulder no longer spares no effort, and the knife in Zhao Bingmo's hand did not stop.
When the shoulders sank and let go of the cudgel, Zhao Bingmo forced a long sword to turn back and cut straight, the blade collided with the meat fist, a violent internal force exploded between the channels of Zhao Bingmo, her throat was sweet and Dripping from under the mask.
The legendary "Futu Quan" by the rivers and lakes is so popular that Zhao Bingmo has never fought with him. Naturally, he has no way to learn from it. Today, it can be considered a long-cherished wish.
But she was not happy.
The color empty stick sweeps, the fist is pressing, the endless sword is in a row, and the net is not leaked. The two of them attack and defend and involve Zhao Bingmo and Helian Shen in a square place, but the battlefield is the most important. It is quick battle and quick decision.
When Zhao Bingmo was in contact with their fists again, he couldn't help but squeeze his voice and said coldly: "The stink Taoist, the dead bald donkey, the monk should rest in peace at the mountain temple to commemorate the sutra, to disturb these killing and killing things. ? Six roots are not clean, and five aggregates are not empty! "
Sekong is still the phrase "Amitabha", Duanya Dao has a long heart and a frown, and he raises his eyebrows slightly when he hears the words. The sword that was supposed to pierce the throat of Zhao Bingmo is deviated, leaving a line on her neck. Shallow mouth.
Unfortunately, he hadn't had time to ask questions, and the battle situation was disrupted by Helian Yu's leader. Everyone fought for themselves, and they were within a blink of an eye.
This battle fought for three days and three nights. In the end, the Devil Three Men and Six factions withdrew from the battlefield first. The elite they brought to them hated most of them. Bai Dao prevailed slightly, and the best ending is that they will all die together. No one wants to confess everything here.
Si Ju Gu is invincible in this battle, but the Ba Dao Da Da Men are not very happy because of the damage. The Dao Da San Men Liu Da are even more seriously injured. When they lose, they are like dogs with tails in their tails. The famous Burial Soul Palace.
As a new force of the magic road, the Burial Soul Palace was first pushed onto the battlefield to fight against the Baekdo forces, fighting for the opportunities of the three schools and six factions. Ice moth martial arts high strength, Helian Yuxin ruthlessly cleverly traps, fear for everyone.
The three gates and six factions suffered heavy casualties, and the Palace of Souls still had the power to not only gain the reputation of the magic road after its failure, but the palace owner Helian Shen also competed with the master of the watershed Xie Chongshan. It can be seen that the sky of the devil is about to reverse from now on.
Zheng Xie successively withdrew from the battlefield, leaving only some people to clean up the mess, but Zhao Bing Mo did not leave.
She took off the mask and burned the bloodcoat, covered her face with gauze, and hunted with a blue shirt, and then changed back to "He Lianyue". Zhao Bingmo took advantage of the darkness to search down the mountain road, looking for the color space that was dragged down by the host of the sprite gate and jumped off the cliff.
The monk didn't study the Scriptures well, but he came to this place to get muddy water. Zhao Bingmo scolded and searched carefully. The grass, trees, and rocks were not let go. After his hands were worn away by the rough rock, he found the corpse of the main head of the sprite and the dead. Color empty.
Buddha blessed that he fell from such a high level and did not kill him alive. Instead, he let the spooky gate master make a cushion to save his life. Zhao Bingmo breathed a sigh of relief for a long time, only to realize that his sweat was blown away by the wind and was so cold.
She didn't look at the corpse. She walked over and carried Sekong back. The woman's stamina also spent a tenth of her days in battles and climbing cliffs. Zhao Bing Mo nearly fell to the ground. It was difficult to carry him around, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.
On the battlefield, there were also corpses cleaned up by Zheng Xie and Xie Xie. Zhao Bingmo did n’t dare to contact him hurriedly. When he saw that the night was cold and windy, he had to go back to the cave and find shelter in the cave. There was no stream around, she ran back and forth three times to collect a little dew, half poured into Sekong's mouth carefully, and half soaked a piece of cloth to wipe the blood on his wound.
Se Kong was badly hurt. Zhao Bing Mo was willing to give him life with Changsheng Gu, but he was worried that he could not bear the overbearing of Gu poison. He had to take his true energy to protect his heart, hoping that this man could wake up soon, Anyway, you can adjust your own interest rate.
When tossed to ugliness, Sekong finally woke up. He let out a groan, his brain was dumb, and there were flowers in front of him. Finally, Zhao Bing Mo was clearly seen, and suddenly she was shoved with one hand.
Even through the clothes, Zhao Bingmo felt that his palms were hot and his face was abnormally flushed, and even his eyes were moistened, so he was so embarrassed that he didn't see the usual quiet support.
The spooky gates follow the path of fascination and intercourse, which is full of gloom and decay, and they practice the wicked and evil kung fu. As the gatekeeper smiles and laughs, it is hooked. There is no doubt that there is a trance, and the moment of battle is the difference between life and death.
The spooky gate master killed many Bai Daozhongs on the battlefield by virtue of this. He felt his eyebrows exhaled, but when he looked back, he saw that his doormen were scarcely killed by the monk. His personal presence was not low. Missing, she hated and angered, seeing that the general trend was gone, and simply changed her life, grabbed Sekong and jumped off the cliff, so that this monk would be the back of the door.
It's a pity that the person who broke the blood first is herself, but the spooky gatekeeper is still unwilling when she is dying, and she tried her last breath to cast the "charm" in Sekong.
"Color is not different, empty is not different, color is empty, and empty is color. What do you have to do if you move your mind, your heart is chaotic, and you eat? You are not empty, six roots are impure, Amitabha. Its nature, good Buddha, and dunya! "
When yin and yang intersect, the color is also eaten;
Sekong was seriously injured at that time, his mind was inevitably lost, he was comatose and okay. Once he woke up, his inner breath was disordered, and his masculine energy was rushing in Dantian, which quickly flowed through the eight channels of the Scriptures. The merits at this time are more like collisions of ice and fire, either repelling or compatible.
Ranging away, he almost exploded his blood vessels, and his empty forehead and back were covered with blue muscles. He barely kept the first line of Qingming and pushed away Zhao Bing Mo. He gasped and said: "I, I am not good, you go!"
Although Zhao Bingmo was unattended, she had seen a lot of pickles and confusion. She saw Sekong like this, and then thought about the spooky door, she suddenly understood everything.
Losing his mind, Zhiyang's true energy was spurred by Meiyin, and Yu Dantian walked chaotically. The best end was to get out of the way, and even worse, he could be killed on the spot.
If you go to Duanya, use the internal strength of meditative cold desire "Wuji" to sort out the real energy, when you can survive this robbery in panic, but unfortunately, Duanya has to retreat first to protect Baidao, and come back as soon as possible. It has to be tomorrow morning, where can Sekong wait?
"I'll take you to Duanya ..." Zhao Bingmo gritted his teeth and gathered his cold air on his palm in front of Sekong's chest. Binghan's internal force almost condensed his chest with a layer of hoarfrost, but it quickly melted into water. , Soaked and ragged robe.
The hot hand grabbed her wrist and pulled Zhao Bingmo off with force, her lips facing each other. Zhao Bingmo was pushed away again before she recovered, but when she heard two clicks, she emptied herself. Legs, collapsed to the ground, gritted her teeth and said to her: "Go ..."
Zhao Bingmo was pushed back to the rock wall by his back, and the pain made her awake, but what she saw made her confused.
When she left, he would die.
She likes him and doesn't want him to die.
"... Monk, look at me, who is it?" Zhao Bing Mo squatted in front of him, holding his hot face with cold hands, forcing him to look at himself.
Sekong's eyes were already red, he instinctively grabbed Zhao Bingmo's wrist, and forced himself to loosen, muttering: "He donor ..."
Before he finished, Zhao Bingmo had bit his tongue and printed it with a kiss.
The spirit stimulated the consciousness at this moment. Before the sankong consciousness sank, she said to her intermittently: "Ami ... Buddha Buddha ... No, no ..."
Zhao Bingmo didn't speak, but pressed him to the ground, and said: "Go to your mother Amitabha!"
In the early morning of the next day, the east had just exposed the fish belly white, and Duan Yaodao took people to find the cliff.
At that time, something happened suddenly, everyone said that Sekong had no way to live, Duanyadao had the heart to save, but was caught by various things. After a busy night of work, he didn't even have time to drink. Looking down the cliff to find people, to see people in life, but also to see dead bodies.
They found the corpse of the sprite gate master, but they did not see the empty sky, and they settled down under their hearts. They searched all the way along the blood stains.
"Miss He!" Duan Yadao froze for a moment. He didn't expect to see "He Lianyue" here. By coincidence, he had deepened his previous doubts, but he was cautious and did not show signs.
Goodbye, Sekong was unconscious, and Zhao Bingmo was covered in blood. Although he was covered with improper traces, a few young monks did not feel different. Observing the end of the world, his heart fell.
He asked the monks to take Sekong and walk in front. He was one step behind and supported Zhao Bingmo. He made a thousand words in his throat. He finally sighed and said "Meng Lang" to beat Zhao Bingmo. Hold it up so as not to deepen her pain.
Zhao Bingmo lay in his arms, watching Dao Chang, who was no longer young, looked as thick as an ancient pine and old stone, and her eyes suddenly became wet. Unfortunately, she did not like crying and could only lean on his shoulder gently: "Thank you, Director."
Duanya shook his head and said softly: "You ... It's a big mistake, so please do it yourself."
"I like him, I am willing to save him like this, what's wrong?" Zhao Bingmo whispered, "He is a monk, can also be a vulgar; I am ..., can correct evil for him. So, what's wrong?"
"Does he like you like this? If he doesn't, how should he wait for him to wake up, and how should he face you?" Duanya listened to her admit, sighed even more, "You are willing to seal the knife Abandoning the sword, but the right and wrong prejudice, secular ethics, willing to let you go? He girl, feelings are indeed two people's things, but to get what they want, and grow up with the son, but often have to do their best to obey the destiny.
Zhao Bingmo had a trembling heart and clenched her fists, even if Duanya didn't listen to what she said, she knew he was right.
"I can't think of so much ..." For a long time, she said softly, "Many people do nothing, but they are indecisive and look forward. If I have to worry about everything like this, I will only restrain my hands and feet, and I can't do anything."
Zhao Bingmo has always been strong, disrespecting the heavens, disobeying others and not believing. She has learned to practice sword training with her mother since she was a child. She has been changing the moon sword, and the people who practice the sword are also moody. Who is willing to bend.
Whatever she wants to do, she will do whatever she wants; people she desires will never die. Since there are still some people who can do everything, Zhao Bingmo will never comply with his destiny.
It was a pity that at that time, she did not understand what is unfavorable and unpredictable.
Three days later, when Sekong woke up at first, he went with the monks, and he didn't turn back, nor did he miss it.
Zhao Bingmo stood silent in the mountain wind for a long time before he heard Duanya telling her that the abbot of Wuxiang Temple was scared of serious injuries, and he wanted to stand up as the first monk.
Formerly ridiculed, a word came to lie.
Sekong was only a year old, but he had both virtue and virtue, and a combination of culture and martial arts. He was greatly hoped by the abbot. This time he even made great contributions to the battle of Si Jugu, and was regarded as the first monk in the temple. From then on, he will take off his idle body, assist the abbot to manage the temple affairs, and assist in the supervision of the monks, and set an example for the monks. After the abbot abdicates, he is the next abbot.
But Zhao Bing Mo was not reconciled.
She didn't listen to Duanya's advice, and ignored the book sent by Helian Yu. She kept on whipping around the clock and finally hurried in front of Sekong and the others.
"Monk, let's make a fight." Zhao Bingmo kicked off the stumbling block, and his head was pointed at the sky, and his eyes exposed outside the veil were fiery, and he spoke one word at a time. "You won. I won't bother you anymore; if you lose, you will give up or go with the customs and go with me. "
The fellow monks were all in an uproar, and the Duanya and others who followed them followed in a footstep. Under the eyes of all eyes, Sekong looked at her quietly for a long time, slowly closing her palms and saying, "Amitabha."
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Note 1: From "The Maha Prajna Pharaoh's Heart Sutra"
Note 2: From Su Dongpo's "Ding Fengbo"