I have nothing but luck

"May I ask Senior Brother Wuyin a question." Seeing that Jiang Jing, who was supposed to support the scene, was useless, this task naturally fell on Fang Linhe, "There are no elders in the team of your clan, but there are other important things on your body?"

Fang Linhe is used to saying that he can save as much as he can.

Being able to make him ask questions shows that it is not useless words.

Although thousands of years ago, Kyushu and the peak powerhouses of the Northern Wilderness made an appointment, allowing practitioners above the Xuanxuan and below the Mahayana, that is, the two realms of Micro and Hinayana, to compete in the wilderness.However, those who entered the wilderness were all outstanding young people. Even if they were bound by the oath recorded in the laws of heaven and earth, it was hard to guarantee that the northern wilderness would not do something secretly. That's why there were elders accompanying them.

Except for the elder who made an exception to attack the strong in the Northern Wilderness, in other cases, even if the disciple's life and death were on the line, hindering the oath of the ancestors, he had no choice but to let it go.

Muyin lowered his eyes and recited a Buddha's name in a low voice: "When we came, we passed a village that had been slaughtered recently. The elders left the souls of the dead and planned to go forward to hunt down the murderer. Let the little monk lead all the brothers and sisters to go ahead and say Follow up in two days."

Pei Ming was stunned and asked, "Did the Buddhist cultivators kill animals?"

Xie Rongjiao thought helplessly that Jianmen's unkind comments were really not too unfair.

To be able to grow a wonderful flower like Yang Ruopu, although the seed itself must be a shocking seed, but without suitable soil, no matter how shocking the world is, the seed will not be able to germinate.

"Buddhism tells the evil to turn to the good, right or wrong."

Pei Ming asked abruptly, but Muyin didn't get annoyed, and explained in detail: "From the point of view of the poor monk, there are three kinds of evils. Desires and jealousy born of human nature are the first kind, which are not harmful to others; Those who have evil thoughts that injure others but fail to kill them are the second type; those who kill people because of evil thoughts are the third type. Buddhism only overcomes one or two kinds of evil."

Wuyin paused for a moment, and this monk who had always been kind and kind-eyed like a reincarnated Buddha, with no hard eyes, eyebrows, and face, suddenly had a Vajra glaring look: "The Buddha's Dharma is not transgressive. It is extremely evil. If someone kills someone because of The compassion of Buddhism is all in the market. What face does the Buddha have to say that he has compassion in his heart? He says that all living beings are equal? ​​The Buddha is merciful and regards all living beings as equal. Therefore, to cross the third kind of evil, you must cross it with blood. Those who die."

The meaning of these words is very suitable for the taste of Jianmen disciples.

Pei Ming continued to ask with great interest: "According to what Senior Brother Wuyin said, good and evil are relative, are there three corresponding types?"

Muyin smiled slightly, and the power of Vajra's angry eyes melted into the blunt and cornerless smile, and he was the compassionate treasure face when we first met: "There is more pollution than a little bit, and less light than a thousand stones. A little bit is a hundred feet, and a thousand stones are a little bit of injury. There are distinctions between people and evil. There is no amount of benefit to others, and there is no superiority or inferiority between good and bad."

Jiang Jingxing hissed softly, "Here we go again."

Jiang Jingxing had learned about Foxiu's nagging ability when he was young. I don't know what kind of relationship he and Foxiu had forged. Anyway, he has never seen a bald head so far.

It can be seen that Jiang Jingxing's teenage years in just a few years were really rich and colorful, more wonderful than others' lives.

At that time, he was too flamboyant, which made people dislike him very much.The Confucianists had no choice but to give him a little slack because the national teacher had no idea of ​​cleaning up the sect. The old Confucian disciples had to point and scold Huai through nine bends and eighteen bends.

The two schools of Taoism, Jianmen and Fazong, love cleanliness; the military school has his father, let alone talk about it. In addition, cultural literacy is generally inferior to Confucianism, and they can't swear insane words, so they have to hold back their inner sulking in vain.

How important it is to read more books.

In comparison, the Buddhists who are not afraid of dangers and overcome difficulties are especially valuable.

Jiang Jingxing would rather go to Pingkang Fang to serve wine with the sound of a pipa because of the wise words of the eminent monk.

However, due to the kindness of the eminent monk, Jiang Jingxing couldn't beat or scold him, so he was forced to practice the ability to run away when he saw a bald head from a hundred miles away.

Xie Rongjiao was considerate: "Master, do you want another bowl of tea to wake you up?"

Jiang Jingxing didn't change his face: "Actually, Muyin's nonsense is quite reasonable. Those who are hailed as Buddha's sons are really not ordinary people."

Seeing that Pei Ming listened to Buddha's gatha with a stick and didn't know why, Muyin changed his explanation: "If a flood comes, it is a merit for those with great supernatural powers to move mountains and fill seas. Ordinary people planting trees and cultivating soil is also a merit. "

Pei Ming half understood: "If I could move mountains to fill the sea, I would go to the highest mountain in the world, and leave my name in the deepest sea. Why would I be willing to carry water and earth?"

Muyin smiled and said, "Junior Brother has great ambitions."

Pei Ming, who was obsessed with whether to fight the Eastern Wilderness or the Western Wilderness first after he was sanctified, was ruthlessly awakened by his senior brother Fang pouring cold water on him: "I made Brother Wuyin laugh at me. My junior is very lazy, and I never put my heart into practicing swords. His eccentricity is higher than the sky, and he loves to think about things.”

Pei Ming was afraid of Fang Linhe's prestige, so on the surface he didn't dare to say much, but in fact tears welled up, and he felt that he was useless in Fang Linhe's eyes, and he might think that he had spent more than ten years in Jianmen for nothing.

He was very dissatisfied in his heart, and secretly made up his mind to change his mind and start a new life after returning to Jianmen——

Eat twice as much rice as before!

Thinking about it this way, Buchou Academy is more suitable for him than Jianmen. Maybe Pei Ming can make friends with all the students of the Academy and eat a few rounds of restaurants ten miles west of the city.

"Up to the Kun and down the ridge, Earth Water Master." Jiang Jingxing put away the copper coins, and said casually: "The journey is dangerous and smooth, which means that there is a disaster of swords and soldiers on the road ahead."

Before Xie Rongjiao could say "we will use our swords when we come to the Northern Wilderness", there was a rushing sound of horseshoes outside the carriage.

He pressed his index finger between his brows and used his spiritual consciousness instead of his eyes to cast the phoenix divine eyes, almost being dazzled by the thick black air blowing towards his face several miles ahead.

Xie Rongjiao lifted the curtain of the car and got out of the car, and said loudly: "Three miles ahead, there are demon cultivators attacking."

Fang Linhe nodded slightly, "Thank you."

"Sword formation!"

Ten thousand swords were neutralized.

The big formation at the bottom of the box at Jianmen is called the sword formation.

There are tens of thousands of sword formations in the world, and there are Jianmen sword formations in front, but none of them have the face to call the sword formation.

Nine people form a small team, 81 people form a middle team, and 720 nine people form a large team.

According to legend, if the formation uses saints as the eyes of the formation, gods and Buddhas will retreat wherever they go.

In the history of Jianmen, there are only a handful of large formations invited, and it is all in a precarious world, and there is no saint to guide them.

Despite this, Jianmen has been passed down to this day.

The distance of three miles is fleeting for practitioners.

After the sword formation was set up, a group of horse thieves was lined up in front of them.

Jie Jie, the leader of the horse thieves, smiled strangely: "You guys are unlucky today, and you will be folded in Grandpa's hands within a few days after you come to Beihuang."

Jiang Jingxing was not convinced: "Di Shui Master is obviously a middle and upper hexagram."

Lu Binwei became pessimistic immediately after being counted by him, and wanted to strangle this embarrassing person to death.

Xie Rongjiao turned his head and said to Jiang Jing: "We are lucky, this hexagram should be Shangshang hexagram."

Wouldn't it be a good fortune to get rid of these vain scum before spending the night in the Northern Wilderness?

He drew his sword forward and stood side by side with Fang Linhe who was standing in front of the sword formation.