Sealing Sword Chapter 118: Color space

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There is a mess in Du'er Cave, full of knife marks and fist marks on the wall, blood splashing everywhere, even taking a breath is like swallowing a **** knife, cutting people from sore throat to lungs.

Sekong sits cross-legged on the ground, chanting "Death Mantra" with her hands folded, and Bu Xueyao leaned against the cave wall, relying on the blind man to be invisible, her expression changing.

It wasn't until Shimen was pushed open again that this strange silence was broken.

"Are the needles and medicine ready?" Zhao Bingmo pushed the door in. The blood on her face was dried up. She did not raise her hand to wipe it, only drew out the snow-white towel to wipe the remaining blood from the blade, one by one. Wipe, Yin Hong is gone, and see Han Guangling again.

Bu Xueyao straightened his body and said: "Because the palace chief used him to practice exercises, he couldn't move poison, so he put some anesthetics and sealed his three points with three golden needles, which can keep him safe for three hours." /

"It's rare that you can do something else. I hope you don't have any moths." Zhao Bingmo raised his lips and put the cleaned scimitar back into the scabbard.

Sekong cross-legged chanting finally opened his mouth: "Those people, how did you deal with them?"

"You ask me?" Zhao Bingmo's gaze fell on him, like a scorpion's tail, stinging so much pain in his life, "Old bald donkey, Shicai, you took a few lives from me. Is it clear?"

Sex is empty and silent, Bu Xueyao feels cold.

The battle just now started off unexpectedly and ended unexpectedly.

Zhao Bingmo seemed to pour all the pain of losing her son on Sekong, with a scimitar in one hand, strange and curious, and changeable sword skills. Bu Xueyao was watching and fighting. He only felt that three heads and six arms were not enough. , Let alone a blind man?

Sekong has been trapped here for many days. His body is weak and blind. It stands to reason that he should have been slaughtered long ago, but Bu Xueyao did not expect that he would have the power to fight.

He was thankful that he did not act rashly, even if the tiger fell into the Pingyang, it was not the time for the wolf dog to go up and bite.

Zhao Bingmo's knives are tricky, and his tricks are ever-changing in the blink of an eye. However, Sekong responds to the ever-changing with unchanging fists and feet, and keeps the brakes silently. The blade approached his life gate several times, but was blocked at a moment's notice. If Sekong didn't save him or kill him, I'm afraid his battle with Zhao Bingmo would be a dead end.

No one loses or loses, only ends up together.

However, Zhao Bingmo is in a very good state and willful and unrestrained, but Sekong is in poor condition and has worries. She can carry her for a while but can't stop her for a lifetime, and soon she has more than enough energy.

More than forty people, half of their lives were taken by him from Zhao Bingmo, and the rest were splashed on the spot.

The blood was dyed red. He was in a monk robe, and Zhao Bingmo was splashed all over his body. When she slashed her back on Sekong, her gloomy face burst into laughter, leaning forward and backward with laughter, his waist looked like To be broken.

Sekong was under the sword, but still stood upright. He stood in front of those who were saved by himself, saying: "The battle is over, you should let these people go as promised."

Zhao Bingmo chewed and laughed, and said in a mocking tone: "It is said that you are'West Buddha', it is better to change your name to'Nud Bodhisattva'. It's hard to protect yourself, and I still think about these waste... Oh, nothing, you I am willing to be dragged down to death, and I am also happy to see your fate. I will protect these people for you."

Bu Xueyao frowned at the time. They sneaked into Wenchan Mountain and acted in secret, leaving one more livelihood to make it easy to leak the wind. Although these more than 20 people have already cut their tongues, if they are seen by the caring people, they will be in the end. It's trouble, and it's waste to raise them, why bother to do so?

However, Bu Xueyao thought so in his heart, but there was no difference on her face. When Zhao Bingmo saw it, she smiled and said, "It's just two-legged beasts. Since Zuo Hufa has shown compassion. , It’s okay to spare their lives, but..."

"Since I opened my mouth, I will deal with it, so don't worry about leaking the news." Zhao Bingmo glanced at him and saw Sekong let go of his fist, knowing that the old bald donkey was willing to catch it, so she sneered. With a cry, "I will deal with these animals, you stay to deal with this old bald donkey, don't fly the duck with the mouth."

After saying that, she stopped looking at Sekong and Bu Xueyao, and blew the whistle to summon her'devil scorpion', and escorted the remaining twenty people out of Du'e Cave. Put the hour.

Zhao Bingmo didn't say anything good when he spoke. Sekong never got annoyed, but just smiled and said, "You have never made a promise."

"Of course." Zhao Bingmo kicked a stone away and slammed it on the cave wall. "I dug their eyes and broke their legs, so that these lunatics can kill each other and break my promise. They were locked in a cave with water and food. Whether they can survive the incident and be saved by others depends on God’s will."

After a pause, her gaze swept through Xueyao, as if she had caught a serpent's heart, and then smiled: "Before that, no one can find them."

Bu Xueyao was not annoyed when his mind was pierced, and he smiled openly: "Left guardian is thoughtful, but the slave is too timid and fearful. Anyway, it has been handled properly, so I won't ask more."

"If that's the case, just get out of here." Zhao Bingmo's face sank, "You have been shrinking in Du'e Cave for so long, and the'Sky Spider' is only enough to make a net around here. Turn your head and don't let the prey tear it apart. If you have a mouthful, you will be ashamed of a small thing, but a big thing will be unforgivable."

Bu Xueyao was ridiculed by her even running on, and she didn't know if she had taken out her good temper for a lifetime. She didn't even make a rebuttal. She only rolled her eyes between her and Sekong. He didn't say much, and went out.

The sound of personnel mobilization came from outside the door. Presumably Bu Xueyao took away the "Sky Spider" that was originally stationed here, and went to the cliff.

Only Zhao Bingmo and Sekong were left in the stone room. The blind monk flicked the prayer beads cross-legged and said something in his mouth. Zhao Bingmo looked at him condescendingly, and the turbulent wind and clouds in his eyes slowly stopped. Calm water.

Sekong suddenly said: "Thank you."

Zhao Bingmo raised an eyebrow: "Thank me for what?"

Sekong turned his head slightly: "If you weren't there, those people would not be able to keep alive."

"It's your indecision that makes the dilemma."

Without outsiders, the dense and sharp external stings on her body seemed to be put away. Suddenly she had the thought of talking and asked: "Bald donkey, you have cultivated Buddha for so many years, and you are compassionate and save all beings. , What's the point?"

Sekong touched the finger of the Buddhist bead for a while, then smiled and said: "Freedom."

Zhao Bingmo sneered: "Live yourself the way others want to see. You can't get anything except the vain name. What kind of ‘freedom’ is this?"

Sekongdao: "I have what I want."

The world’s people are more annoying than being competitive and chasing fame and fortune. Even if you work hard and conspire all your life, you won’t end up in a blink of an eye.

Only thinking and thinking can be done, so that the direction of the heart and the reach of the eye can be achieved, and even asceticism can be willing.

Sekong was born as an ascetic monk, which is different from Sejian and Seruo. He traveled through the world with his master since he was a child. He has seen too many ups and downs and sufferings. In the end, even if his eyes are blind, how many poverty-stricken mountains and rivers, and the lack of personnel Keep it in mind.

Zhao Bingmo looked at him, slowly clenching his five fingers into a fist.

She asked: "So, do you think you can really become a Buddha?"

Sekong did not answer, and said, "The poor monk tells a story..."

A person once asked a Buddha, how are the six roots clean?

The Buddha said, tribulation, investigation and analysis.

There have been thousands of people who asked the Buddha, what is the answer to the seven sufferings?

The Buddha said, pick up and put down.

There have been sentient beings who asked the Buddha, what are the difficulties?

The Buddha said, choose, be willing.

"One person with six impures is entangled by the seven emotions, the solution of the seven tribulations is not empty for the five aggregates, and the eight sufferings of all living beings are the difference of one thought." Sekong raised his head, "Donor Zhao, do you understand?" /

The answer to him was a loud slap.

Zhao Bingmo hit so hard this time, her face turned to the side with a fan, her sallow and blue face immediately became red and swollen, and the corners of her mouth also shed blood.

His expression remains unchanged, but Zhao Bingmo's eyes are red. If there is a person with long eyes here, she must think she will cry next moment.

But she did not after all.

Like those ruthless people who knocked out their teeth and swallowed blood, Zhao Bingmo never cried in front of others, even if he was blind.

Her eyes were so red that she was dripping blood, but her face was numb. She didn't withdraw her hand after the slap. Instead, she slid down and landed on Sekong's shoulder and neck.

An extremely cold internal force penetrated through the bones, aggressively raging through the meridians, and went straight into the pubic area. With the power of the color space, he could not help whitening his face. After a while, a thin layer of cream was applied to the eyebrows. .

Sweat dripped from his forehead, but the sweat was also cold and not warm, and when it rolled over his face, it looked like ice scum fell.

The hands and feet paralyzed by the drug trembled under this domineering and extremely cold internal force, and the golden needle that sealed the big hole was also about to move. Sekong's own internal force also grabbed the gap and began to resurrect.

After the three inaudible beeps, the three golden needles that Bu Xueyao nailed in have been forced to empty their body under the internal and external pinching of the two internal forces of Yang and Yin. The blind monk's complexion was defeated, and the lips overflowed with blood. , The fingers curled a few times unconsciously.

"He Lianyu will be here soon. You have no time to pretend to be dead." Zhao Bingmo straightened up, "This time I managed to introduce the poisonous snake into the hole without hitting seven inches. It is us who will die. Since you If you want to save sentient beings, you can just sacrifice yourself and be a bait."

Sexy stroked her dantian with her bare hands, adjusted her breath and suddenly rushed away from the internal force of the shackles, and smiled: "Okay."

He’s getting older and lost his eyes again. His bald head and gray face are embarrassing. But this smile is like an old lampstand in front of a Buddha statue, lit up with a big flame, but it reflects One corner is bright.

The monk by the Lanxi Bridge that year also smiled brightly, soothing the little girl who had just been rescued by him. The smile dazzled the girl's eyes. She asked the boatman to stop the oars and smiled sharply: "Monk, I helped send her to the town. You tell me a scripture about the Dharma, okay?"

He chanted a Buddha's name lightly, and said with a smile: "Okay."

The two voices overlapped together, and Zhao Bingmo was in a trance, but this trance was only a moment, the next moment she calmed down again and left the dust behind.

"Helianyu reached the eighth level of "A Thousand Tribulations" as early as two years ago. Over the past two years, he has continued to practice martial arts with martial artists, his skills have become higher and higher, and his temperament has become increasingly dark." Zhao Ice Moth said lightly, "Six years ago, I was able to influence the'Longevity Gu' in his body through the secret method, but now I can't feel the breath of Gu, which shows that his internal strength is enough to suppress the Gu worm."

Sekong said: "You are afraid of him."

"Yes." Zhao Bingmo's lips are like a hook, and his eyes are gloomy.

She is a smart woman who has always been aware of current affairs, otherwise she would not be able to hold her position today when her elder brother died, but he did not believe her, and she did not need him. The trust of the two people is only interest and bargaining chips.

Unfortunately, He Lianyu didn't intend to leave her three points.

"You are afraid of him, but you have to get rid of him. It seems that he did something that violated your bottom line." Sekong's fingers slowly moved the rosary, "Is it the burial palace, or... "

"Both." Zhao Bingmo raised his eyelids, "He has a big appetite and wants to swallow the sky in one bite, but he is not afraid of being broken his belly."

The color is clear: "Scheming for rebellion."

"He didn't care about the rules of the rivers and lakes to plan his future. This is understandable, but the foundation of the burial palace cannot be destroyed in his hands." Zhao Bingmo smiled coldly, "It shouldn't have been left alive back then. , If it were not for Mu Qingshang..."

Sekong said: "The old things are going all the way, and it is hard to change the regrets. It only adds to the annoyance."

Zhao Bingmo's smile became more and more sinister, but he did not dwell on the topic. Instead, he reached into his arms and took out a small oil paper bag and smashed it on Sekong.

Sekong fumbled and opened the paper bag, which contained a pill.

"Hundred Ghosts' "Returning Yang Pill", you must have heard of it." Zhao Bingmo stared at him, "When Helianyu arrives, you will eat it, and Tangtang Xifo will not be able to kill it. He can always be dragged to the end."

While she was talking, she rubbed her finger on the scabbard, and looked at Sekong without blinking, as if the other party had a hint of timidity, she would pull the scabbard and chop his head.

However, Sekong's expression remained unchanged, and even the fingers holding the pill did not shudder.

He just took the pill into his palm and tilted his head in the direction of Zhao Bingmo, still with the same word: "OK."

Zhao Bingmo closed her eyes, turned around and attached her palm to the stone gate. He was about to push the door out, and Sekong's question came from behind: "This martial arts conference, he is also here, you want to see Right?"

Zhao Bingmo paused, without turning his head, his voice was a little dumb: "How is he?"

Sekong smiled: "Very good."

"...then you don't have to meet."

Zhao Bingmo pushed open the stone gate, the gap was very narrow, and when she stepped out, she closed it again, leaving only a dark and undispersed **** room.

Sekong's hand fumbled for a few times, and then began to slowly move the prayer beads, and his chapped, white lips muttered: "The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, when he walks deep prajna paramita, he can see that the five aggregates are empty and save everything Misery. Relics, emptiness is not different, and form is not different. Form is emptiness, emptiness..." (Note)

There was a sudden pause with his finger, but it was only for an instant, and he continued to move it again.

"Color is void, and void is color."