Tian Yan 49

The damage to the soul requires a long period of cultivation, and it is not easy for Shuang Jiang to have a human figure.Shangshan somehow found the fabric to protect Yuanshen, and put it on Shuangjiang's head.

Shuang Jiang asked suspiciously: "This thing is precious, why do you give it to me like this?"

Shangshan put his palms together with a smile on his face: "Although the benefactor is not a kind-hearted person, the poor monk is a kind-hearted person."

Shuang Jiang: "..."

Shuang Jiang was suspicious all the time, he squinted his eyes and asked, "Since you think I'm not a good person, why did you save me?"

Shangshan smiled and said, "The monks are compassionate."

Shuang Jiang: "..."

okay.

Frost's Essence transformed into a primordial spirit doesn't actually need to eat, but Penglai's plants and trees are naturally nourished, and they turn into spiritual energy when they enter the stomach, which is good for repairing the primordial spirit, but after being fed grass by Shangshan for a few days, he really couldn't bear it. Going down, as soon as I can move, I decide to do my own food and clothing, roll up my sleeves and walk out of the room.The house stands by the stream, backed by a green hill. Shuang Jiang went up the hill to catch a few pheasants, but because of his weak health and fear of burning down the whole hill with a little fire, he tossed and tossed all afternoon, and came back with a chicken feather in disgrace.

Shangshan first chanted the Buddha's name with kindness and kindness: "Amitabha."

Then he asked kindly, "Can I laugh, Lord?"

Shuang Jiang: "..."

You fat bald donkey might want to get into the steamer.

The wild things on the mountain became alive, and after several battles of wits and courage with Shuang Jiang, they all found out that he was an idiot, swaggering in front of Shuang Jiang.Shuang Jiang didn't catch You Xing after a few days, so he asked Shangshan gloomyly: "What if I set this mountain on fire with a torch?"

Shangshan hurriedly said: "You can't be a benefactor, you're right when you turn back."

In the end, Shuang Jiang gave up this wicked but happy idea, and gritted his teeth and turned the battlefield.Fishing is impossible, so he picked up a bamboo pole and fished by the stream.

As Shangshan said, the long wait for the first time made the bird's heart agitated, and one of them lost control and burned the house down.

It took Frost's half a month to build a framework for the house, but a heavy rain washed away the framework.

Shangshan passed by nibbling melon seeds, gloating and shaking his head while nibbling. Shuangjiang picked up a bamboo pole and chased him for a long time. After chasing, Shuangjiang continued to repair the house boredly.

When the frame of Shuang Jiang's second house was erected, Shang Shan suddenly said to him: "The benefactor is not calm."

Knowing that he was about to start nagging and chanting scriptures again, Shuang Jiang felt irritable, forced to suppress his anger, and swung the hammer several times with a sullen face.

"If the heart is not calm, it will be uneasy, if it is uneasy, it will be worrying, and if it is worrying, you will not make progress. How can you pursue what you want?"

Shuang Jiang interrupted him: "Monk, the compilation is wrong."

Say the best word to Amitabha Buddha.

Shuang Jiang lowered his eyes and looked at a piece of wood, suddenly lost his temper, and asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

Shangshan said: "The poor monk has been away from the world of mortals for decades, how dare he make love again."

Shuang Jiang glanced at him with raised eyebrows, and taunted him: "Are you afraid or have you seen it through?"

Shangshan said: "I'm not afraid, but I can't see through it either."

Shuang Jiang didn't bother to play tricks with him, and said directly: "I have a loved one, but he doesn't love me."

Shangshan said: "Amitabha, twisted melons are not sweet."

Shuang Jiang laughed at himself: "I know he won't love me, I'm just a child in his eyes, he's always tolerant towards me, maybe he also loves me, but it's just the elders' love for the juniors. He's so powerful, he needs more Not someone who has been hiding behind him, but someone who can stand with him. He is born with a perfect heart and always knows what he wants, but I am still naive here. I am not good enough for him."

He paused, and said in a low voice: "Shangshan, I know about this, and he told me clearly, but I am not reconciled, and now... I don't know how to face him. I am here Okay, I don't want to go back. And... I have something I have to do, my end is death, why should I provoke him?"

Fortunately, it was only his one-sided heartbeat, and there was still time to remedy it.

Shangshan said: "Are you ready to give up?"

Shuang Jiang smiled, her voice was soft, without any emotion: "Yes, I gave up."

Shangshan was quiet for a while, then said kindly: "Shuang Jiang, you are still restless, look at your anger, you can't control it well..."

Shuang Jiang: "..."

This bald ass has no end!

After setting fire to the mountain again uncontrollably, Shangshan finally became serious. He said "Amitabha offended" while throwing him into the stream that turned into a river in summer, and ordered him to die if he couldn't control his own flame. Don't go ashore.

Shuangjiang floated in the river with a wooden board for two days, but it was effective. At least when Shangshan fished him up wet, Shuangjiang just gave him a blank look and didn't directly scold him as a bald donkey.

The bald donkey kicked his nose and face, and when he was about to throw the man into the river for the second time, he was chased out of two mountains by a real fire.

Later, when he felt restless, he took the knife into the water and practiced the knife technique over and over again.He has a powerful primordial spirit, and his sword skills alone are not enough to watch. When he was tired, he fell down on the bank and looked at the sky with a wooden face.

He said to give up, and also said that he didn't want to go back, but Su Shenfeng and Li Shuyan would always turn it up in the back of his mind, forcing him to carefully recall every strand of Master's hair, frowning and frowning. Looking up, it's all too real.

"I won't go back," Shuang Jiang's heart thumped, but his reason was a little numb, "Without the Kong Yuanshen, if I leave here, my existence will be discovered by the heavens, and the repulsion of the human world will directly throw me into the sky .I’ll go to Xing Ge and Ji Xuan when I get to the sky, and I’ll end up dead anyway.”

Shangshan passed by, saw him lying in the stream with Minghong in his hands, and said cheerfully, "Practice the knife?"

Shuang Jiang intuitively felt that he couldn't spit out ivory, and said, "What do you think is wrong, Master?"

Shangshan continued to laugh and said, "You are such a short-tempered person that you can't fight with others. This kind of person dies the fastest, so forget it."

Shuang Jiang: "..."

Shuang Jiang didn't want to talk to him.

Shangshan knelt down by the stream: "Shuangjiang little benefactor, if you really want to practice swordsmanship, forget about the fire in your heart. I can see that it gives you powerful talents and abilities, but you can't control it." It's been used for a long time, will it be irritable?"

Shuang Jiang wiped his face and said, "I know."

Shangshan said: "Amitabha. Listen to the advice of the poor monk, and the mind will be calm and cool."

Shuang Jiang: "..." Nothing sounded right to him.

But after all, it was for his own good. He took it down seriously, and Li Shuyan's words popped out of his mind uncontrollably: "Why do you learn swords?"

"I have a person who wants to hack to death, and I want to hack to kill Xihua." Shuang Jiang said silently, "But he is the god of war, and he chopped me off when he came up. If I don't study hard, I won't be able to chop him at all."

Li Shuyan's words came out again: "Remember, the journey of cultivation is ultimately for yourself, you can protect anyone or kill anyone, all the goals that fall on others are not the most fundamental purpose. Don't lie to yourself."

Shuang Jiang frowned a little irritably, and turned his back on him, and the magic voice played the words in a loop, making him upset.

"Okay," he compromised with himself, thinking, "It was me who was unwilling to be cut in half by him with a knife. I hate him for making me helpless from now on. I hate him for making me no one loves me anymore." gone."

Not deep enough, Shuang Jiang looked at the sky blankly for a while, then murmured: "No one can touch my things."

The voice was bitten deeply, in a low voice, showing a bit of sarcasm and paranoia, his pupils narrowed, like a cold poisonous snake.

The three-legged Golden Crow should be a race that brings auspiciousness, but he has never looked like an auspicious beast.

Shang Shan pushed him into the water, and said, "Amitabha, the donor is so hostile, hurry up and soak in the water."

Shuang Jiang took a sip of water and choked hard, struggled to pull out his face: "...Why are you still here?"

Shangshan said: "Amitabha, you think the poor monk has left, but in fact he hasn't, whether you are surprised or not."

Shuang Jiang: "..."

He burned the dead donkey.

Life in Penglai's fairy island is leisurely and monotonous. It has been a year or two without contact with land, which is very boring.At the beginning, Shuang Jiang was still bored, but later he took it lightly. He lived quietly in Penglai, and didn't think about when he would be able to go out. Everything went according to fate, and Buddha was very good.

He gradually got acquainted with the residents on Penglai Island who were willing to talk to him. According to what he saw, the people's customs were simple and simple, and they were peaceful, harmonious and peaceful.Shangshan said that most of the people in Penglai are retirement homes for those who are desperate and lucky. These people have lived a long time, have seen everything, and can appreciate everything. They are smooth and have no edges and corners. Soak wolfberry to keep healthy.

Of course there are people who are world-weary, those people live in their own world, as long as Shuang Jiang doesn't provoke him, Penglai Island will still be that otherworldly fairyland in his eyes.

The first time Penglai moored was connected to the mainland on the other side of the sea. A ship wandering in the sea looking for Penglai was brought here by wind and waves and ran aground on the shore.

The group of lucky people got off the boat excitedly, chattering and chattering, and Shuang Jiang, who got the news, hadn't heard the sound of the outside world for a long time, threw away his fishing rod and ran to the coast with Shang Shan.

Penglai Island is not too big, and Shuangjiang has already cleaned up every place.The coast of the wandering Penglai Island is full of gaps in the dark space, and there are occasional storms. Anyway, it is a forbidden area that cannot be approached. Now, as soon as it borders the human world, the dark space is gone, replaced by a boundless sea.

Shuang Jiang fell from the sky and was in the mountains. This was the first time he saw the sea.He stared blankly at the sea and the sky with his shoulders in his arms, and heard those twittering people finally found a core idea, clamoring to take away everything that could be taken away from Penglai, and then began to move, moving and moving. When they fought, spells flew all over the sky, treating the Penglai crowd watching them as air.

The people of Penglai, represented by Shangshan, looked at them with a smile, looking at normal people with the eyes of two idiots.

Shuang Jiang squinted his eyes in the slightly stronger light, his golden red vertical pupils dilated into ovals with pointed ends.The contours of his face are soft, but his facial features are more three-dimensional than those of traditional Central Plains people. His brow bones are high, and his eyebrows are peaked like knives. There are always shadows on his eyes, and the ends of his eyes are gathered into a rambling twitch. The drooping eyes are very deceptively weak , squinting is hostile.

The lips are thin, and the smile is okay, but when the corners of the mouth are pressed together, it is mean and irritable, and it looks fierce when you look at it from a distance.

The vicious bird and beast didn't speak well, and mocked in a low voice: "Whose family do they think Penglai belongs to?"

Shangshan was already used to his bad words, and said: "If the benefactor doesn't like it, go up and beat him up."

"Fake monk." Shuang Xia smiled.Shuang Jiang has restrained himself a lot in Penglai for so long, without the pressure of Kong Yuanshen, he is a demon king in the world, the kind who can do things and is too lazy to scold others, but at this moment he just waved his hands in a lack of interest.He didn't bother to care about which piece of forbidden area of ​​Penglai they went to and what kind of tragic ending they had, so he rolled up his trouser legs and went into the sea: "I'll go out and have a look."

Walking along the junction, you can go to the human world.The goodness has not stopped, clasping hands together in response to Amitabha.

Shuang Jiang has Penglai's aura on him, and will be recognized by the human world. When he feels a sense of rejection, he knows that Penglai is leaving this place, and he will come back in time.When he came back with a rope, the coast was calm and the people with impressive IQs and dilapidated boats were gone. The fisherman who lived on the shore greeted him with a smile: "Shuangjiang is back, do you want to eat fish?"

Shuang Jiang pulled the rope, lifted a huge tail out of the sea with great effort, and said with a smile: "Coincidentally, it is about to be delivered to you. Which clan of fish emperors in the sea, they are so courageous that they want to eat birds."

The tail held by him twitched weakly, and the corner of the fisherman's mouth twitched too.

Penglai's second berthing was on the mainland, and only one old and one young went to the island.

At that time, Shuangjiang chased and killed Shangshan until he reached a bamboo forest. The two men were looking for their way at a loss in the bamboo forest.

Shuangjiang was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Shangshan who was rolling on the ground. Shuangjiang jumped off the bamboo leaves, and Shangshan helped them up: "Amitabha, benefactor, please get up quickly. Where are you two? Come to this bamboo forest?"

"Ah Yan and I lost our way on the mountain. We walked for some reason and ended up in this bamboo forest..." The old woman asked, "Where is this place?"

Shangshan said: "This place is Penglai, don't be afraid of benefactors, the poor monk will send you back here."

Shuang Jiang looked at them with the knife in his hand, and confirmed that they were two mortals.

This is strange.On the continent where Shuang Jiang was located, mortals were rarely seen. Shuang Jiang guessed that this place should be the continent on the other side of the sea.

The old woman excitedly said: "Penglai? This, this... this place is really Penglai!?"

Shang Shan clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, monks don't tell lies."

The old woman directly pulled the little girl who had just got up and knelt down again, kneeling firmly, with a muffled plop, and then began to kowtow: "Master, don't drive us away! Ah Yan and I are here to find Penglai." , please do me a favor, don't drive us away!"

Shang Shan was taken aback: "This..."

Shuang Jiang didn't want to care about it, but when he heard the word "A Yan", his heart moved slightly, and he looked at the two of them, their faces were sallow, emaciated, and tattered, like two fleeing famine.He said: "Stop knocking, get up." He took a step forward and squatted down to look at the little girl: "Look up."

The little girl's eyelids were thin, and they were always hanging down. Hearing the words, she looked at Shuangjiang from bottom to top.Her almond eyes were light and lustrous, like glass, her eyes were timid, and she quickly lowered her head after one glance.

Shuang Jiang said: "Have you not eaten for a few days?"

The little girl pursed her chapped lips: "Two or two days."

Shangshan sent him a voice transmission: "Shuangjiang, this girl is still young, you can't be too beastly."

Shuang Jiang rolled his eyes at him, got up, turned around and left, said: "My house is not far from here, come and have a seat."

The old woman expressed her thanks in trepidation, Shangshan shook his head, chanted the Buddha's name and followed.

"Why are you looking for Penglai?" Shuang Jiang lit the wax, sat down at the table, and asked.

The little girl hugged the steamed buns and devoured them voraciously. The old woman sighed, stroked her granddaughter's withered yellow hair with her withered palms, and said, "I can't live on."

Shuang Jiang raised an eyebrow.

"Immortals don't know. Our monsters are a disaster. Believers offer incense and worship gods every year. But the blessings from the gods are all taken by the rich and the rich. They give so much incense that the poor can't afford it." The old man said. The woman said, "We have asked for the fate of heaven, but it has been delayed. It has been like this year after year, without the blessing of the gods, the village has been flooded with demons and demons, and everyone who can escape has escaped, but the whole world is like this. Where to go? I heard that Penglai is a fairyland outside the world, so I wanted to find it.”

Shuang lowered his voice and said: "The heavens are high above, tens of thousands of human lives are not worth a single meritorious deed. If it is useful to pray to God, what else do you need to do in the world? It is better to worship yourself."

Supreme Good said: "Amitabha."

"It's useless to pray to Buddha." Shuang Jiang glanced at him, "Has your Buddha ever helped you?"

Shangshan laughed and said: "The poor monk has his own lotus platform in his heart, why bother to find the real Buddha."

Shangshan Poor Monk Poor Monk said to himself, Shuang Jiang only saw the first word from him, and rubbed his brows with a headache: "Fake monk, you can still be vulgar."

Then he asked the two people: "Do you want to live in Penglai?"

The old woman was about to kneel down again, but Shuang Jiang flicked her sleeves to stop her movement, and reminded: "It's hard to find this place, and it's also hard to get out. If you want to leave later, you won't be able to find a home."

The old woman smiled wryly: "The fairy is joking, we have no home for a long time, nowhere is better than before, let alone such a fairyland?"

Shuang Jiang paused, thinking: A fairyland for desperate people.

He went out to take a look later, came back sadly, frowned and asked Shangshan: "Are all the heavens dead?"

You can't see the flames of war, you can't see the rampage of monsters, you can't see the displacement, you can only stare at your own achievements in the chaos of the world, and your life is as humble as dust.

How can Shangshan dare to say it, he just twists the Buddha beads.

"I don't understand. Most of the gods in the heavens used to be the heroes of the human world, but they rarely ascended. Why do they not care about the life and death of the human world after they have lived for a long time?"

Shangshan stopped what he was doing, and suddenly bent down to grab a handful of dirt.

He held up the handful of soil in front of Shuang Jiang: "What is this?"

Shuang Jiang was a little puzzled: "Soil."

Shang Shan raised his hands, watched the dust fly and landed, and said, "This is a lifetime."

Shuang Jiang was taken aback.

Shangshan said: "Shuangjiang, you are not human, you don't understand people. Human life is short, it is the destiny, so human nature is greedy, if you are not greedy, you will not get what you want. Sand and dust are turbid, but when they fly away, they will eventually fall to the ground. If people live forever, they will live forever." When there is no landing, the turbidity cannot be distinguished, and the evil features are completely exposed."

Shuang Jiang said: "Speak human words."

Shangshan said the words of human beings: "Gods used to be human beings, but human beings should not live too long. People who live too long are no longer human beings."

Shuang Jiang frowned, thought for a long time and said: "Yes, they are not human anymore, they should not meddle in human affairs."

The author has something to say: Shang Shan: I didn’t mean that, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.