I will Bury the Gods Chapter 225: : 0 autumn

"You have been extremely talented since you were young, and you have rarely failed. You have suffered a lot in the past month, and the injury is secondary. I am afraid that your martial arts heart will be corrupted and your spirit will be destroyed, so I deliberately spared you. In one game, don’t be so proud and complacent that you will lose your aggressiveness.”

Gong Yu glanced at the boy in black beside him, and said in a warning tone.

"The ancestor has said it no less than five times." Lin Shouxi nodded, and said helplessly: "If you continue talking, you will lose the demeanor of a master."

"You don't like to listen, I can tell Xiaohe." Gong Yu said.

"..." Lin Shouxi didn't dare to say more, and immediately changed his words: "The master taught us well, and the disciple has benefited a lot."

Listening to Lin Shouxi's insincere words, Gong Yu originally wanted to refute a few words, but after she opened her red lips slightly, it turned into a cold and soft smile. She looked away from Lin Shouxi and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy Compete with you."

At the beginning of September, the early autumn was cool, and the road back to Daomen was rainy.

Recalling the physical suffering of this month, Lin Shouxi still felt like he was dreaming. At midnight, he often woke up from the nightmare of peeling the skin and picking the weeds. His whole body was trembling and his bones were in sharp pain. Can squeeze out a lot of blood. He was afraid of disturbing Gong Yu, so he didn't make a sound, but curled up, clenching his teeth, imagining Xiaohe's pain when he received the blood in his mind, and went through it time and time again.

But Lin Shouxi didn't know, Gong Yu was always watching.

When facing him on weekdays, Gong Yu's eyes are full of indifference and contempt, as if he is looking at an overpowered beast that is charging against the gods. Only when he turns his back, Gong Yu's eyes will soften , like the cut moonlight, she looked at him, not knowing whether it was far or near.

The Taoist gate is in the north, and the journey is far away.

On the way back to the Taoist Gate, Gong Yu still punched Lin Shouxi every day. As Lin Shouxi became stronger, her punches became more and more ruthless, often knocking Lin Shouxi to the ground, stepping on his chest with her toes He punched it into the ground.

Building up your body is never a one-off process, this month's arduous and cruel practice is only to lay the foundation, after that, Lin Shouxi will continue to practice martial arts until he becomes a real steel frame.

"You are quite strong, you haven't cried for a month." Gong Yu occasionally praised him, although the tone sounded like sarcasm.

When Lin Shouxi is pulled out of the deep pit, his breathing is usually already weak, and he has no strength to refute. He doesn't think there is anything commendable about being strong. There are too many people in the world who have suffered, but most of them are just mediocre Live a mediocre life.

"When your master taught you, did your ancestor cry?" Lin Shouxi asked with a smile, and the smile touched the wound, which was very distorted.

"What do you think?" Gong Yu's expression turned cold.

Lin Shouxi smiled and shook his head.

Gong Yu sat sideways on a broken wall, the fence was fluttering in the wind, and her white robe was clear and flawless. She took off the jug, took a sip of wine, and leaned her neck back while drinking, her tall and straight body appeared even more plump and proud Standing, Lin Shouxi looked at her curves, and couldn't help but think of the martial arts competition that day. He was glad that his fists were scarred and paralyzed at that time, and he didn't feel anything, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to Xiaohe... But the dazzled The turbulent waves are unforgettable for those who see them forever.

"What are you looking at?" Gong Yu noticed his gaze.

"The sunset is beautiful." Lin Shouxi said.

Gong Yu also looked to the west.

On the vast horizon, the setting sun sinks towards the dark place of the earth. It is obviously dead, but it is still dazzlingly red.

Gong Yu and Lin Shouxi walked through a small town together.

Just as night fell and the sun and the moon alternated, a fortune teller was about to close the stall and leave. Seeing the woman and the young man walking into the back alley, he couldn't help but freeze, staring at them blankly, as if he wanted to say something.

Gong Yu stopped in her tracks.

"Are you accurate?" Gong Yu asked.

"This..." The fortune teller wanted to brag about himself, but he faintly felt a cold stare, and immediately changed his words: "Not sure."

With some interest, Gong Yu pushed Lin Shouxi to the fortune teller and asked him to look at the fortune teller.

The fortune teller saw that they were dressed in expensive clothes, and this young man had bright eyes and white teeth, and was exceptionally beautiful.

The fortune teller was terrified and did not dare to refuse. After a few obedient responses, he stretched out his hand and held Lin Shouxi's pulse.

"You need to take your pulse for fortune telling?" Lin Shouxi was puzzled.

The fortune-teller was originally a doctor, and he switched to fortune-telling because he was not good at learning and was often beaten.

Now that he got it, he couldn't take it away anymore, so he responded with a huh huh.

He looked at Lin Shouxi's face up and down for a long time.

"Master, did you see anything?" Lin Shouxi didn't have any expectations.

"I see, um...a little bit." The fortune teller wiped the sweat from his brow and spoke slowly.

His first sentence dispelled Lin Shouxi's last trivial expectation:

"You should be a son of a noble family, with a wealthy family and a harmonious clan. Although you have no roots in cultivation, you are proficient in writing and writing, and you can write good articles. The person next to you should be your sister." Yes, I asked tentatively: "Um... right?"

“…”

Lin Shouxi thought that the average fortune-teller would know how to use ambiguous words to make a few sentences, and it was rare that this sentence was wrong, so he just said: "You continue."

Seeing his kind expression, the fortune teller thought he had guessed right, and became more confident. He began to talk eloquently: "Your future love will be smooth, you will have many wives and concubines, and they will all be obedient to you. After that, your career will go smoothly. Get promoted and get rich all the way, you can even worship the prime minister, and..."

"And what?"

As Lin Shouxi asked, he thought that he should listen to this in reverse.

"And the great prosperity of the world is likely to rise due to you!" The fortune-teller gave a thumbs up in a sensational gesture.

In an instant, Lin Shouxi felt a chill in his heart. If he listened to the words the other way around, wouldn't it be...

"The world is already prosperous." Lin Shouxi said seriously.

"Daxing, Daxing..." The fortune teller froze for a moment, then smiled silly.

After the fortune teller left, Gong Yu walked up to Lin Shouxi, smiled and said, "Everything he said is wrong, why should you take it seriously?"

"I think I may indeed be the catastrophe that causes chaos in the world." Lin Shouxi said.

"The world may be in chaos because of people's hearts, or because of Taoism, or because of the change of time. I have never heard of a disaster star falling from the sky and causing chaos in the world." Gong Yuge Shaking his head slightly, he said, "Don't think too highly of yourself."

"I hope so." Lin Shouxi said.

This was originally just an insignificant episode, Lin Shouxi felt that he would soon forget about it, he just wanted to go back to the Taoist sect quickly and see his senior brothers and sisters.

But this trip to Taoism did not go smoothly.

The next day, when Lin Shouxi woke up, he saw Gong Yu holding a wooden invitation card.

"Martial Arts Conference?" Lin Shouxi frowned as he looked at the words on the invitation.

"Well, it's a meeting held by the head of Wudang Mountain on a whim. It seems interesting to invite experts from all over the world to climb the peak to discuss Taoism." Gong Yu said with a smile.

"In the eyes of the master, these are just secular trails." Lin Shouxi said.

"In the past, I lived in the Taoist sect and thought I could understand the world, but I didn't know that there were many miscalculations and people who misunderstood." Gong Yu said softly: "Mother woke me up. Walk around and see more."

"Mother?" Lin Shouxi was surprised.

Although he doesn't know the life experience of the master, but if a figure like the master has a mother alive, why has he never heard of it?

Gong Yu didn't say any more.

…

Sitting by the window of the wooden house, Xiaohe looked at the bright moon and fine dust, listened to the distant sound of the waves, and remembered what happened a few days ago.

Five days ago, she met a fortune teller in a small town who was not good at learning.

She wrote down her birth date and asked him to deduce it.

The fortune teller started a hexagram, and after a babble of deduction, the alchemist said exactly what he had calculated. Sitting on the bench, Xiaohe tried not to laugh, because this fortune teller was really unreliable, almost every sentence he said was wrong, and it was outrageously wrong, just the opposite of the facts.

Just when Xiao He didn't intend to give the charlatan any money, and was about to turn around and leave, the charlatan suddenly said: "You deeply hate your Taoist companion!"

For a while, Xiaohe couldn't tell whether it was the truth or the lie, whether it was a blessing or a curse, she stood there, hesitated for a long time, took out the copper coins, paid the money, and left quietly.

She can deceive others, but she cannot deceive her own heart.

It has been two months since she and Lin Shouxi parted. The two who were once glued to each other are separated in different places like this. They can sense each other's existence, but they have never seen each other.

During this time, she has done many things.

With her own will, she rode a majestic big white tiger to roam the rivers and lakes. Wherever she went, she did not pick up lost things and closed her house at night. 'White Tiger Saintess' and 'Thousand-faced Demon God' can't wait for dozens of world names, and Mu Shijing will probably be envious after hearing this.

She can get short-term happiness from these things, but she can't get the satisfaction of true knowledge. Instead, she thinks she is full and empty, and in the process of falling into nothingness, her sense of powerlessness becomes stronger and stronger. powerful.

She has traveled north and south, traveled through dangerous mountains and valleys, and finally came here after going round and round.

Lin Shouxi is here.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, she walked through the crowd and saw him at a glance. He also looked at her, as if wanting to say hello, but she hurried away and turned a blind eye. It's the same attitude.

She would often think of the scene where she waited by the window of the Wu family's small building after the collapse of God's Realm, and her eyes were red from crying. blend. But she couldn't forgive Lin Shouxi easily, nor could she accept the self who could forgive him easily.

She has left, so of course she can't take the initiative to go back.

Only when Lin Shouxi was passed out by Gong Yu's punches, would she approach him secretly and look at him. People's every move has long been familiar.

Shaolin.

Xiaohe sorted out her thoughts, took out the recommendation letter from the director of Guangning Temple, and went to see the director of Shaolin Temple.

Xiaohe was wearing Buddhist robes and walked through the courtyard with sloping bamboo shadows. The hanging lamp illuminated the girl's face. She is one of the few female disciples here, and she is an outer disciple with hair cultivation. Of course, According to the letter from the abbot of Guangning Temple, she is extremely enlightened and has become a Bodhisattva.

At the gate of the compound, there stood a rigid middle-aged monk, wearing Buddhist beads and cassock, as if he was thinking about some problem and was troubled by it.

"You are the host?" Xiaohe asked.

"I'm not, I'm just an ignorant and barking wild dog under the presidency, who is confused and suffering from crude questions, how can I be a master?" the monk replied with a groan.

"Then who is the master?" Xiaohe asked again.

"The one who has already grasped the true view of all things and comprehended the supreme sublime of Buddhism is the great master." The monk said solemnly.

Xiaohe understood and walked further into the courtyard. Before leaving, she asked casually, "Why are you confused?"

"When I participated in Zen yesterday, I gradually realized the state of no-self, and I was complacent, but my master pointed it out, saying that this no-self is just an illusion, and it is still only me. I have been thinking hard and can't understand it." The monk sighed.

Xiaohe did not answer his confusion, but asked: "How long has the elder been studying Buddhism?"

"More than twenty years."

"Never enlightened?"

"Buddhism is infinitely wise. How can I, as an ordinary person, really realize it? If I can realize it, then is Buddhism still Buddhism? I can't understand it, I can't understand it..." The monk was terrified.

"Has anyone realized it?" Xiaohe asked.

"Maybe the master has realized it." The monk said.

Xiaohe went to see the master.

The master was beating wooden fish and chanting scriptures. He described it as thin and looked like a pair of dry bones.

Xiaohe conveyed the middle-aged monk's words to him, but the master shook his head, "I didn't realize it either, the Buddha Dharma is immeasurable, and my realm is still far behind."

"Then who has realized it?" Xiaohe asked again.

"The World Honored One can see the past, the present, and the future, and he should have been born to realize it." The master looked at the golden Buddha statue in front of him, showing his fascinated look.

Xiaohe was disappointed, so she didn't ask any more questions, just handed over the letter and handed it to him.

The host read the letter, praised Xiaohe's bravery and strength, and agreed to let her stay in the temple temporarily.

"I have one more request." Xiaohe said.

"Please speak."

"I heard that a martial arts conference will be held in Wudang Mountain. The event will be unprecedented. My disciple... wants to go and see it." Xiaohe said.

The host did not immediately agree. Two days later, he delivered the invitation to her. There will be several brothers and sisters accompanying her, and they will go to Wudang together to enjoy the feast.

In the middle of the night, Xiaohe took out the invitation card and played with it gently in her hand. She looked out of the window in a daze and murmured to herself:

"If you can't win, you won't be able to find a wife."

…

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Kamishou Mountain.

"How could this be? The clue is so clear, why can't it be found?" Mu Shijing was puzzled.

Since the turmoil of copying poems that night, she has been looking for Chu Yingchan for a month.

First she found a place where poetry was sold, and after sneaking in, she found that the poetry seller was a ruffian in disguise. He came here, he is a rough person, it is useless to take it, he just wanted to sell it for a good price, so he found Xu Lang, who was taken advantage of.

Mu Shijing asked him where he picked it up, and he told him exactly what it was. Mu Shijing and Chu Yingchan found the place, and after a careful search, they found some traces of manuscripts ,

Mu Shijing is like a beautiful beagle, searching intensively, not letting go of any clues. In the end, they found a hidden cave in the wilderness. There are stone tables, inkstones and unused pens in the cave. , but the people in the cave have long since disappeared.

"Is this where Ji Luoyang hid before? With his status and talent, it's not difficult for him to behave decently in Shenshan. What is he enduring?" Mu Shijing was puzzled.

Afterwards, Mu Shijing and Chu Yingchan conducted many investigations. They searched for many clues and pieced them together. Among the messy clues, they vaguely smelled a trace of evil spirits.

"Could it be a conspiracy?" Chu Yingchan said cautiously: "Although Miss Mu's luck has always been bad, it's really strange that a poem like copying a poem can run into it. There can't be such a coincidence in the world... ..."

"Conspiracy?"

Mu Shijing thought about it for a while, but she lost her patience. She said: "Ji Luoyang is a defeat after all. What kind of trouble can such a sinister villain make? Since he wants to play hide-and-seek in a mysterious way, we don't know what to do." Don't bother with him, time is precious, it's better to do something more important."

Chu Yingchan hummed, but looked worried.

She also met Ji Luoyang. During the rainstorm at the Wu family, she was fighting the little evil **** and let the boy who tried to kill Lin Shouxi and Xiaohe go away... It would have been nice if she had used her sword at that time.

I really made a lot of mistakes.

Chu Yingchan smiled softly, remembering the mistake she made in her heart, she looked in the direction of the Wu family, as if she was expecting something, and she looked away after a long time.

Just when they thought this matter was coming to an end, Ji Luoyang wrote a letter on his own initiative.

The letter was sent from nowhere, but it was delivered to them precisely.

The content of the letter is simple: they will die.

The word "they" is not specially marked, but Mu Shijing and Chu Yingchan looked at each other, feeling extremely uneasy in their hearts.

…

The bottom of the valley, ancient tombs, and deep ruined halls.

A woman in a black robe is sitting in the hall, looking up at the light leak above, she is as quiet as an ice sculpture, and her red hair is brightly illuminated.

A long time~IndoMTL.com~A girl came to her side, took out a black box, and handed it to her.

The black-robed woman opened the box and gently stroked the weapons inside, looking happy and confused.

"Master, they are good people, is it okay for us to do this?" the girl asked.

"Yaoqin, there is an old saying, it is better to be lonely for a while than to be desolate forever... This is a great cause for thousands of years, hide your compassion, and don't let me see it again."

The black-robed goddess took off her hood, revealing her red hair. She stood up, holding a pitch-black thorn in her hand.

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