Sealing Sword Chapter 157: In the past (middle)

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Zhao Bingmo has been walking in the Central Plains for more than a year. He has seen the iron and blood in the northern borders and the magnificence of the East China Sea. He admired the outstanding people in Zhongdu, and sighed the beautiful scenery of the Southland. Finally, he stopped in the ancient and ancient Xichuan. In the footsteps, burn three sticks of incense in front of the ancient Buddha in the blue lantern.

The young monk was still as calm as she saw when she left, knocking on the wooden fish with one hand, and chanting the prayer beads with the other. Zhao Bingmo looked at him with her cheek in her hand.

"The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, who walks deep in Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are empty and saves all suffering. Relics...(Note)"

Zhao Bingmo interrupted him with a smile: "Every time I come to you, I hear this one, and I will recite it."

Sekong gently placed the bronze chime, opened his eyes and looked over: "Are you back?"

"Ah, I'm a little tired after going out for two months." Zhao Bingmo took out a string of agarwood beads from his sleeve and threw it to him. "Go to Donglin to meet Dao Dao Duan Ya, and go to Guyang City with him. Visited the owner of Broken Water Village. When he left, he asked me to give you this thing to congratulate you on receiving the Bodhisattva ordination."

"You must have consulted the Broken Water Knife." Sekong caught the prayer beads, with no joy or sorrow on his face, as plain as a glass of tasteless water.

"It's a well-deserved reputation." Zhao Bingmo said as he looked at his face, "Three altars of precepts have been received, and I heard that you were still famous during the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference last month. I'm afraid it will be a few years later. , The abbot will make you the first monk of Wuxiang Temple, and you will be passed on as abbot in the future."

When she talked, she seemed to have a hand grabbing her heart, crumpled a cold heart into a crumpled veil, Lukong lowered her eyes and did not speak, Zhao Bingmo couldn't help saying: "It looks like The future is boundless, but you have not yet been able to stand in the years, and the world has not been seen all over the colorful world, why do you have to be a pure-hearted monk?"

"The land of Buddhism, the benefactor he said carefully." Sekong said in a low voice, chanting the Buddha's name with his palms together.

Zhao Bingmo had a headache when he heard "Amitabha Buddha", but was reluctant to lose his temper at him, so she pretended to be free and easy: "I have been walking for so long, and I will be blamed for being a gourd when I come back. In the Supreme Palace, at any rate, you can fight twice with people."

Se Kong raised his head, somewhat puzzled: "As shown by the rules of the Supreme Palace, you must not make trouble or fight."

Zhao Bingmo laughed: "The disciple of the Supreme Palace is as boring as you, but recently there came an interesting woman with a sharp temper and a sharp knife. It's a pity that she and I are in a hurry. There is only one battle. Until now."

Sekong turned in his heart: "Is the friend surnamed Gu, Taoist Chief Duanqing?"

Zhao Bingmo curled her lips at the word "friend". She was clever and had a sharp eye, and she was naturally more keen than the monks who were stupid in reading these scriptures. What's more, the woman named "Gu Qifang" didn't show up from beginning to end. Turning his eyes away from Duan Qing, who was flipping through the scroll.

I thought she was just as hot as her own shaved head, but I didn’t expect that when Zhanzhi Rise lost a square inch, Duan Qing and Duan Ya shot at the same time. One held her knife, while the other pushed Gu Qifang away. His hand stood in front of her.

Zhao Bingmo's heart was suddenly filled with uncontrollable jealousy and unwillingness.

The same people who love the world outside the world, why Gu Qifang can make the snow of the mountains be tempted, but she can only ask for fish?

"Monk, this trip to Guyang City really opened my eyes." Zhao Bingmo stared at Sing Kong and whispered softly, "Wu Shuang sent Feng Ruogu Shao Xia to give me a peach branch. I want to admire me. Good, do you think I should agree?"

Flicking the finger of the Buddhist bead for a moment, Sekong said: "Amitabha, do whatever you want."

"I don't like him." Zhao Bingmo walked to him, "Monk, I have someone I like."

For four hundred and sixty-seven days, she spent three hundred days in Sekong and Duanya spinning around, one monk together, the latter is more generous and gentler than her father and brother, the former is unremarkable but it makes her feel that the years are peaceful. .

Before Zhao Bingmo got to know Sekong, a woman who had always felt as proud as herself should lick her blood with an angry saber in fresh clothes. Only after getting to know him did she slowly give birth to the tranquility of falling leaves returning to her roots in the watery time.

This peace of mind is my hometown (Note 2). She feels at ease like Piaoping has taken root. She wants to take root and sprout like this, and grow towering trees in the ordinary thick soil. Since then, we have shared the same feelings. Steady.

She stared at the coloring Kong closely. The young monk was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand to pick up the bronze chime, closed her eyes again and tapped the wooden fish, reciting the unfinished sutra: "Sarizi, color is not empty, empty Different color, color is emptiness..."

When I read this, I suddenly heard a loud noise from behind, and the door of the Buddhist room was closed vigorously and returned. The swaying light only cast a shadow of a person sitting cross-legged.

The bronze chime was eaten, and then knocked on the wooden fish. The monk slowly opened his eyes and murmured: "Color is emptiness, emptiness... is color."

Zhao Bingmo's move was originally a gesture of enthusiasm, but he didn't expect to see each other again.

She is stubborn and naturally unscrupulous. The thing she has been fond of since she was a child is that she has to get a bloodshed with Helian Shen, and she refuses to give up, let alone make her retreat.

Zhao Bingmo rushed down and asked Chanshan, knowing that her deep friendship with Buddhism disciples did not dare to stop, she went all the way to the wild forest and wanted to chop the stakes for a while to calm down, but she was here unexpectedly. When I saw He Lianyu.

Since the Great Contest of Demon Dao a year ago, the person who contacted her for Helianshen has become Helianyu. In all fairness, Zhao Bingmo doesn't hate him, but he is angry now, and he has no good voices:" The demons came to Wenchan Mountain, do they want to die or take refuge?"

"Sister, Brother Yi asked me to send you a message--don’t forget that I’m not He Lianyue, but Zhao Bingmo." Helianyu looked at her quietly, shook his head, "I I thought the brother of righteousness was worrying a lot, but I didn't expect that Sister would be thinking a lot."

The expression on Zhao Bingmo's face froze at this moment, she slowly pulled off her veil, her eyes were slowly dyed with her long-lost killing intent, and her voice turned cold: "Helian Shen sent you to remind me , It seems to be necessary to use'Zhao Bingmo'?"

"Even if Brother Yi doesn't speak, I'm here to notify Sister." After a pause, Helianyu said solemnly, "The imperial court has issued thirteen military prohibitions, requiring people who practice martial arts in the world to abide by the laws and regulations. The martial arts ban, the three sects and six factions of the magic way are not convinced. Two months later, they will fight against the eight sects of the right way in Sijuegu in the south. The war post has been sent out."

Nandi Sijuegu is not far from Samadhi Academy, and Nanru moves must be indispensable behind the imperial ban on military use. The devil’s choice of the battlefield here is undoubtedly a demonstration in front of the Nanru gate, whether he is daring or stupid. It all means that a **** storm is about to start.

Even if Zhao Bingmo considers Helian Shen a thousand times, the other party is a blood relative after all, and the soul burial palace is where she is now. She must go even for herself, not to mention...

She suppressed the anxiety in her heart, followed Helian Yu down the mountain and mounted her horse, riding Juechen in the direction of Mizongling.

There was no news for sixty-three days. When she saw Sekong again, she was on the battlefield of Sijue Valley.

She wore a Yasha mask and held a scimitar 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 big disciple of Huangshan faction. With the scimitar cut off the neck, a long iron stick was pressed against her shoulder.

This situation is so familiar, but this time the sword-raising moves are long and long to seal the way back, and the long stick on his shoulders does not hold back as much as a force, and the knife in Zhao Bingmo's hand does not stop.

As soon as the shoulder sank and let go of the long stick, Zhao Bingmo forced the long sword away and turned and slashed straight. The blade collided with the flesh fist. An extremely fierce internal force exploded between Zhao Bingmo's meridians, and her throat opened. Sweet, blood dripped from under the mask.

The "Futu Fist Sutra", which is widely spread in the world, has won the Buddhism to the right to the sun. Zhao Bingmo has never beaten him, and naturally has no way to understand it. Today, it can be regarded as a long-cherished wish.

But she was not happy.

The Sekong stick swept a piece, fisted hard, Duanya's sword was in formation, and the netting was flawless. They both attacked and defended Zhao Bingmo and Helian Shen all involved in the square inch of the land, but the battlefield The most important thing is to make quick decisions.

When Zhao Bingmo met them with their swords and fists again, she couldn't help but squeeze her voice and said coldly: "Smelly Taoist priests, dead bald donkeys, monks should chant the scriptures at the mountain temple with peace of mind, to disturb the fighting and killing. What's the matter? The six roots are impure, and the five aggregates are not empty!"

Sekong is still the phrase "Amitabha Buddha", Duan Yadao is as long as his heart, and raised his eyebrows slightly. The sword that was supposed to pierce Zhao Bingmo's throat was deflected away, worthy of being left on the side of her neck. A shallow mouth was made.

Unfortunately, before he had time to ask questions, the battle was disrupted by Helian Yu's leader. Everyone fought in their own right, and the world was close in the blink of an eye.

This battle lasted for three days and three nights. In the end, the three demon schools and six factions were the first to withdraw from the battlefield. Most of the elites they brought were hated here, but Bai Dao had the upper hand. The best ending is to die together. , And none of them want to confess everything here.

Sijuegu’s battle against evil is invincible, but the Eight Daoists of Baidao are not very happy because of the damage, and the three schools of the magic way are even more injured. When they lose, they are like dogs with their tails clamped. The only winner is instead. It is the famous burial palace of World War I.

As a new force in the magic way, the Burial Soul Palace was first pushed onto the battlefield to fight against the Baidao coalition forces, fighting for the three sects and six factions to fight for opportunities. The stalemate lasted for a day and night without showing defeat. Everyone who participated in the war was stained with blood, Helian Shen and Zhao Bing's martial arts are high-powered, and Helianyu is cruel and skillful in laying traps, which is fearful for everyone.

The Three Sects and Six Sects suffered heavy casualties, and the Soul Burial Palace still has plenty of power. Not only did he win the reputation of the magic way for his death, the palace owner Helian Shen also fought against the water breaker Xie Chongshan in a showdown. The prestige was shocked, and it can be seen that the sky of the magic way is about to turn around from now on.

The good and evil withdrew from the battlefield one after another, leaving only some people to clean up the endgame, but Zhao Bingmo did not leave.

She took off the mask and burned the blood coat, covered her face with light gauze, hunted in blue shirt, and changed back to "He Lianyue". Zhao Bingmo took advantage of the night to explore down the mountain road, looking for Sekong, who was dragged by the sprite master and jumped off the cliff.

The monk did not chant the scriptures well, but came to this place to wade in the muddy water, which is really ill. Zhao Bingmo cursed secretly while searching carefully. The grass, trees, earth and rocks were not let go. After his hands were rubbed off by the rough rocks, he found the bloodied corpse of the ghost master and the fainted person. Color empty.

Blessed by the Buddha, falling from such a height did not survive and threw him to death, but instead let the sprite sect master act as a backstop to save Sekong's life. Zhao Bingmo breathed a long sigh of relief, and then he was shocked to feel that he was sweating and was blown by the wind, and it was bitingly cold.

She didn't even look at the corpse. She walked over and carried Sekong on her back. The woman's small stature also spent nine out of ten of the days fighting and climbing the cliff. Zhao Bingmo was almost crushed. On the ground, he finally carried him and walked around, with beads of sweat hanging on his forehead.

On the battlefield there were still two people cleaning up the dead bodies. Zhao Bingmo did not dare to contact him rashly. Seeing that the night was cold and windy, he had to look for shelter in the cave. There was no stream around, she ran back and forth three times to collect a little dew, half poured it carefully into Sekong's mouth, and half moistened a cloth to wipe the blood from his wound.

Sekong was seriously injured, Zhao Bingmo was determined to use the longevity gu to continue his life, but worried that he could not bear the overbearing of the gu, so he had to use Zhen Qi to protect his heart, hope this person can hurry When I wake up, I can adjust my breath by myself.

When he was so ugly, Sekong finally woke up. He let out a muffled groan, and there were flowers in front of him. Finally he could see that it was Zhao Bingmo, and suddenly he pushed her staggered with one hand.

Even through the clothes, Zhao Bingmo felt his palms hot, his face was flushed abnormally, even his eyes were moisturized, and he was so embarrassed that he did not see the usual quiet support.

The sprite gate takes the path of enchantment, and the yin in it is prosperous and the sun is declining, and it is also the practice of the devilish kung fu, which is also the fatal evil spirit. As the master of the sect, it is even more attractive. Martial arts take the path of confusing and sneak attacks. A firm person cannot avoid being in a trance for a while, and the moment of battle is the difference between life and death.

The sprite sect master killed a lot of Bai Dao middlemen on the battlefield with this skill, and he was exaggerated, but when he turned around, he saw that his sect had been killed by the monk and there were very few left, and his personal battle was not low, even Half-moved, she was bitter and angry. Seeing that the situation was gone, she simply exchanged her life for her life, grabbed Sekong and jumped off the cliff, destined to make this monk the back of the sprite gate.

It's a pity that the person who broke the blood first was herself. At the end of the day, the sprite master was still unwilling, and tried her last breath to display the "magic sound" in Sekong's ear——

"Lexus is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Acting, the heart is chaotic, and the nature of food and color, what to precept? The five aggregates are not empty, the six impures, born into the world, Amitabha. For, move your nature, good Buddha, duny!"

The yin and yang are mixed, and the food and color are also;

Sekong was severely injured at that time, his mind was inevitably lost. He was in a coma and was okay. Once he woke up, his internal breath was disordered. Masculinity and vitality ran wildly in the dantian and quickly flowed through the Qi meridian and eight meridians. The work to the cold at this time is more like ice and fire collision, either repulsive or compatible.

Walking away Zhenqi almost burst his blood vessels, and the blue veins on the back of his forehead and hands were exposed. He barely kept the line of Qingming and pushed Zhao Bingmo away, panting, "I, I'm not good, you go!"

Although Zhao Bingmo was unmanned, she had seen a lot of pickles and confusion. She saw Sekong like this, and then she thought of the ghost gate, and suddenly understood everything.

He lost his mind, Zhiyang Zhenqi was provoked by Meiyin, and he walked randomly in the Dantian meridian. The best end was to get into a devil, and if he was miserable, he could break his heart and die suddenly.

If you go to Duan Ya, use the inner strength of the calm and cold "Wuji Gong" to sort out your true energy, and if you can survive this catastrophe without danger, it is a pity that Duan Ya has to retreat first to protect the Baidao. The fastest return is tomorrow morning. Where can Sekong wait?

"I'll take you to find Duanya..." Zhao Bingmo gritted her teeth, gathering cold air in her palm and landing on Sekong's chest. The cold internal force almost condensed her chest with a layer of hoarfrost, but quickly Melted into water, soaking through the shabby monk's robe.

The hot hand grabbed her wrist and pulled Zhao Bingmo off with force. Her lips were facing each other. Zhao Bingmo was pushed away again before he recovered, but after hearing the "click" twice, she emptied herself. With arms and legs, he collapsed to the ground, gritted his teeth and said to her: "Go..."

Zhao Bingmo was pushed back against the rock wall by him. The pain made her sober, but what she saw in her eyes made her confused.

He will die if she leaves.

She likes him and doesn't want him to die.

"...Monk, look at me, who is it?" Zhao Bingmo squatted down in front of him, holding his hot face in cold hands, forcing him to look at him.

Sekong's eyes were already red, he instinctively grabbed Zhao Bingmo's wrist, forced himself to let go, and muttered: "Hey Lord..."

He didn't finish his words, Zhao Bingmo had bitten the tip of his tongue and printed it with a **** kiss.

The **** aura stimulated the mind at this moment. Before Sekong's mind sank, he intermittently said to her: "Ami...Buddha...no, no..."

Zhao Bingmo did not speak, but pressed him to the ground, saying in his heart: "Go to your mother's Amitabha!"

In the early morning of the next day, Dongfang had just revealed the white belly of the fish, so Dao Chang Duan Ya led people to find the cliff.

At that time, something happened suddenly. Everyone said that Sekong had no way to survive. Duan Yadao was very interested in saving, but he was caught by various things. He was busy all night without having time to drink. The monk in the monastery went down the cliff to search for people.

They found the body of the sprite master, but they didn't see Sekong, and they were determined to look for it along the bloodstain, just in time they saw Zhao Bingmo's back stained with bare hands and feet and climbing up the mountain road.

"He girl!" Duan Ya Daochang was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to see "He Lianyue" here, which coincidentally made the previous doubts deeper, but he was cautious and didn't show any clues.

Goodbye Sekong was unconscious, and Zhao Bingmo was bloodstained and embarrassed. Although the traces of impropriety were concealed, the young monks did not feel different, but Duan Ya, who was observant, sank.

He asked the monks to take Sekong and walk in front, one step behind to support Zhao Bingmo, a thousand words whirled in his throat, and finally he sighed and said "Meng Lang", and Zhao Bingmo The ice moth hugged it horizontally so as not to deepen her pain.

Zhao Bingmo lay in his arms, looking at the no longer young Daoist's complexion like old pine and old rocks, her eyes suddenly became a little wet, but she didn't like to cry, she could only gently on his shoulder Yike: "Thank you Mr. Dao."

Duan Ya shook his head and whispered softly: "You... you are so wrong, so do it yourself."

"I like him, and I am willing to save him like this. What's wrong?" Zhao Bingmo whispered, "He is a monk and can return to the vulgar; I am..., I can correct him. What's wrong with this?"

"Does he like you like this? If he doesn't, how should he deal with himself when he wakes up, and how should he face you?" Duan Ya sighed even more when she confessed, "You Is willing to seal the sword and abandon the sword, but is the righteous and evil prejudices and secular ethics willing to let you go? He girl, feelings are indeed two people’s business, but if you want to get what you want and grow old with your son, you often have to do everything and obey your fate ."

Zhao Bingmo's heart trembled and her fists were also squeezed. Even if Duan Ya's words were unacceptable, she knew that he was right.

"I can't think about so much..." After a long time, she said softly, "Many people do nothing, just look forward and backward. If I have to worry about everything like this, I will only restrain my hands and feet and can't do anything."

Zhao Bingmo has always been strong, disrespectful to heaven, disrespectful, and disobedience to fate. She learned swords and martial arts from her mother since she was a child, and the swordsman has changed endlessly. The people who practice swords are also moody. , And would not bend for anyone.

What she wants to accomplish is unscrupulous; the person she desires is endless. Since there are still people who can do everything, Zhao Bingmo will never obey the fate.

Unfortunately, at that time, she still didn't understand what was unpredictable and unpredictable.

Three days later, Sekong first woke up, and left with the monks. There was no turning back or nostalgia.

Zhao Bingmo stood silently in the wind on the top of the mountain for a long time, only to hear Duan Ya tell her that the abbot of Wuxiang Temple was badly wounded and feared for a long time, and wanted Li Sekong to be the first monk.

In the old days, ridicule became an idiot.

Sekong stood at a young age, but he was both moral and professional, both civil and military, and was placed high hopes by the abbot. This time, he made great contributions to the battle of Sijuegu and was established as the first monk in the temple. From then on, he will get rid of his idle body, assist the abbot to manage the temple affairs, assist in supervision, and set an example for the monks. After the abbot abdicates, he will be the next abbot.

But Zhao Bingmo was not reconciled.

She didn't listen to Duan Ya's advice, and turned a deaf ear to the transcript sent by He Lianyu, and hurriedly continued day and night, and finally rushed to the front of Sekong and his group, and was blocked by Yu Wenchan.

"Monk, let's fight a game." Zhao Bingmo kicked off the stumbling block, and pointed his sword at Sekong. His eyes exposed out of the veil were as fierce as fire. He said every word, "You won. We make a clean break and never bother you anymore; if you lose, you will give up your precepts and return to the vulgar and go with me."

The fellow monks were all in an uproar, and the Duan Ya and others who were chasing over also halted. Under all eyes, Sekong quietly looked at her for a long time, slowly put his hands together, and said: "Amitabha."