Sealing Sword: Fanwai III, see through the vacuum in color

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Duan Ya Dao Chang Ji Qingyan is a strange man.

Compared with Poyun Sword Master’s sharp and fierce one sword, the amazingness of the three swords descendants, and the talents of southern scholars and northern scholars, he is too unremarkable.

He is like an ordinary vulgar man, he talks and laughs freely, admires the appreciation of people, respects dislikes, and lives more ordinary and true.

Compared with the decent people who hold the flag of righteousness all day long, or the people in the magic way who are full of false theories and heresies, Ji Qingyan does not like to say amazing words. He weighs the knowledge of people and judgments, advances and retreats in his heart. The steps are laid out in a clear and orderly manner, others are still talking, and he is already working on the ground.

So many years have passed, some of the speakers have been silent forever, and he is still doing things.

Because of this, when Sekong saw him for the first time, it was obvious that this man was no longer young and graceful, but his eyes were still very clear, except for the gentle smile like spring breeze, everything else No.

After three seminars on the Taoism, the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism had their own ambitions, but the two of them replaced the wine with mountain springs beside the Pine Creek in Houshan, pushing cups for drinks, talking and speculating.

Ji Qingyan followed the Taoist "doing nothing" way, and Sekong was deeply inspired by Buddhism's "compassion". The two did not deliberately evade the trajectory, righteousness and different paths, but expressed their opinions on the points of difference. After a pot of mountain spring water ran out, From the acquaintance of nodding, it became the meaning of fishing and woodsmanship.

Sekong asked: "I heard that the Taoist face-to-face technique is quite extraordinary, can the Taoist master see this way?"

Ji Qingyan asked back: "Master believes in fate?"

Sekong put down the porcelain cup upon hearing the words, and smiled: "Poor monks believe in Buddha."

Ji Qingyan laughed out of his palms, and then he looked solemnly, and said, "Master has a broad forehead, deep eyebrows, thick lips, round earlobes, I'm afraid... some murderers are peach blossoms."

Sekong was stunned, and shook his head with his palms together: "The Daoist is talking and laughing, the poor monk is a buddhist person, and he breaks the red dust and cleans six roots."

Ji Qingyan leaned back against the old tree with a crooked neck, and smiled slowly: "Buddhism or Taoism, you and I said that you are outsiders, and when did you ever stand among the world? Eight hundred red dust and three thousand cause and effect, no one can understand God’s will, and it can’t be regarded as satisfying, so how can it be said that the six roots are pure? In the end, it is just "I open the sky to see the red dust, and the poor body is the person in the eye" (Note). To be beyond the world is to fall into the ordinary."

"What the Taoist said, it is reasonable." Sekong was silent for a long while, and suddenly stretched his hand into the water, "However, the red dust is like silt sinking, and the practice will come and go like running water. There are those who are trapped in jail and congealed in heavy mud. There is also a person who goes forward and purifies himself. In the eyes of the poor monk, the pure and the impure are both static and unquiet... Amitabha."

Ji Qingyan’s tone is more gentle and gentle: "Master has pure land in his heart. Naturally, it is the best. You believe in Buddha, not fate. Of course, it is not about sinking into karma, obsessing and not enlightening."

They finished drinking two pots of spring water, smiled at each other, and went away.

Ji Qingyan is actually very busy. As the head of a faction, he cannot stay out for a long time. Hui Wangchenfeng dealt with the two-month backlog of martial affairs, and routinely went to inquire about Duanqing's long-experienced disciples. , And then instructed the disciples to practice martial arts and Taoism, and from time to time they had to go down the mountain to work in the mountains and seas. It was the growth of knowledge and practice, and I wanted to split a person into more than a dozen shares.

In the summer and autumn of this year, I was shocked by the flooding of the Yunsha River, which caused more than ten counties and counties. The imperial court immediately ordered the localities to make all-out relief efforts, and the neighboring martial arts schools also sent people to help out. The Supreme Palace is quite far away, but Ji Qingyan happened to travel here, and joined the disaster relief team without a word. He suddenly smiled when he saw a bright head in front of him.

Ji Qingyan patted him on the shoulder and said: "The Immeasurable Tianzun, the poor Dao is bound to the master."

Sekong turned his head and folded his hands together in front of him: "Amitabha, goodness is good."

The natural disasters are merciless, and the floods have affected tens of thousands of people. They have lost their relatives and friends, and have lost their wealth and wealth. They are already sorrowing everywhere. What is more, even their conscience has been lost. Instead of trying to cheer up, they take advantage of the fire to take advantage of the fire. The sad days are even worse. Ji Qingyan has met Sekong several times. Although he took measures to stop it, the symptoms and not the root cause were all in vain.

The words to persuade him are only pale and relieved before natural and man-made disasters. Using violence to control violence will aggravate the conflict. Ji Qingyan contemplated for a long time and decided to open a free clinic.

After the flood, the corpses were everywhere, and it was summer and autumn, and it was very easy to get epidemic diseases. Moreover, many of the refugees were injured and sick. Even if they are not healthy, they are just powerless.

Teaching people how to fish is not as good as teaching people how to fish. The only one who can get rid of the heart disease is to save yourself.

Ji Qingyan's medical skills are not bad, and everyone in the Supreme Palace has headaches and brain fever, and they all come to him for medical treatment. It’s just that a clever woman can’t afford to cook without rice. Ji Qingyan ran out of money, and the medicinal materials he bought were just a drop in the bucket. Fortunately, the government officials were not mediocre. After seeing his behavior, he hurriedly summoned doctors from neighboring counties and brought medicines and people to come here and there. The free clinic was opened, and some manpower and resources were allocated to help Ji Qingyan.

Sekong doesn’t know how to discolor, so he just went to build a river embankment by lifting the boulders with a martial arts physique, stepping deep and shallow through the muddy water in the day, and taking some dry food at night to take a rest. Quiet chanting. Over time, confused victims spontaneously came to his side to listen in. The number of people increased from small to large, and their expressions gradually recovered from despair and despair. Ji Qingyan could not help but smile when he saw it.

On that day, they met the girl Lan Chang who was teaching the ruffian.

Ji Qingyan only had to look at her to know that the girl's temperament was straight like a spine, and she was so proud that she could not bend, she had a lingering **** scent on her body, but there was not much gloom in her eyes.

The first time they met was unhappy, but soon afterwards, Ji Qingyan felt that someone was spying in the dark. There was no malice, just full of scrutiny.

Sekong also found out, but the monks have always been quiet like stubborn elm bumps. They don't say a word or give birth to a lot of things. They build dikes and recite the scriptures every day, rain or shine.

Until that cold night, a woman in a blue dress helped the sleeping monk to the camp. Ji Qingyan looked back. She bent down and placed the person on the hay bed. Her face was impatient, but she moved. very light.

The woman hung her eyes and raised her chin: "I am He Lianyue."

Ji Qingyan savored the name for a moment in her heart, and only meant "self-pity for the shadows", and was not worthy of this woman's arrogance. However, he has never been unpleasant, so naturally he is calm and just talks softly.

After this night, someone finally helped him share the pressure of the free clinic here. Although He Lianyue's medical skills are not savvy, he is extremely skilled in acupuncture and acupuncture, and he is not soft in handling trauma. She has a bad temper, big things and small affections can provoke willow eyebrows, but Ji Qingyan has observed her for a few days and has not seen her tantrums against innocent old and weak women and children. It can be seen that she is arrogant and self-respecting. people.

He Lianyue yelled that everything was bad for clothing, food, housing and transportation, and she had to go home early. However, there were more and more medicinal materials sent to the camp. When Ji Qingyan was taking inventory, she saw the businessmen who were accompanying him suppressing the face of fear, and she treated this woman. The origin is a little more speculative.

However, he doesn't hate such duplicity, and even appreciates it. After all, there are many people who speak nicely, but few people do things well.

It's just that Ji Qingyan felt a little uneasy. He saw He Lianyue's gaze linger on Sekong's back, and he found that Sekong was reciting the Heart Sutra more and more silently.

If your heart is not calm, you will be confused. Why is he confused?

Ji Qingyan saw a faint redness on Sekong's eyebrows, and suddenly remembered a simple sentence on the shore of Songxi River that day.

When they parted, they walked in front, Sekong was still muttering the scriptures, eyes closed, nothing was visible, and the road ahead was recognized by the sound of pedestrians on the same road. If it weren't for Ji Qingyan's carefulness, he really didn't find the clue.

He looked at the monk’s constantly closing lips, then looked back at the figure of the woman who was gradually disappearing at the corner of the mountain road, and couldn't help but interrupt: "Master, do you think she is beautiful?"

Sekong paused and said: "The monks are indifferent to hue, poor monks..."

"You didn't look at her in your eyes, but thought of her in your heart, so what's the difference between opening your eyes and closing your eyes, seeing and not seeing?" Ji Qingyan shook his head, "If my heart is not moving, how can I ask for peace?"

Sekong opened his eyes, looked up at the bright moon rising in the sky, and said nothing for a while.

Ji Qingyan has grown to Sekong for over ten years. He is an acquaintance of Taoism and is considered half an elder. When he saw this, he said: "The heart of the dust has moved, what do you think?"

Sekong murmured: "I didn't mean Muai's **** for her, I..."

Three thousand karma and three thousand karma, he only fancyed the person who should be coincident when the opportunity came, and it was like a rock cracking cracks, and new buds grew from it. Although it had not blossomed and fruited, it took root and branches and vines climbed. Climbing, has wrapped the remaining stubbornness under the net of life.

Love and business are moving, and every thought becomes a disaster.

Ji Qingyan couldn't help sighing, but he had no right to say anything. Not to mention that Sekong is a very measured person. There is no room for outsiders to intervene in emotional matters alone. Why bother?

Sekong quietly meditated along the way. Ji Qingyan also hoped that he could put this dust down, not to drag him down and hinder the woman, but he did not expect that a few days later, they would meet again when the leaves were flying.

Ji Qingyan looked at He Lianyueyan and laughed at Yan Yan. Both the words and the words were temptations from the inside and from the inside. Sekong seemed indifferent, but the fingers that flicked the rosary trembled inadvertently.

She was moved, he was confused, and so horrified, nothing more.

Ji Qingyan has nothing to say, so she can only stay with her all the time, hoping that no one will make a big mistake until the two hearts are understood, so as not to make everything go wrong again.

However, the world is unpredictable, and it happened in the battle of Sijuegu.

When confronting the "Raksha Girl" Zhao Bingmo with the sword, Ji Qingyan saw a trace of complexity from those seemingly cold eyes. It was not the feelings of a strange enemy, it was more like an old thing repeating itself, but the old friend is not as good as it is. .

His heart jumped, and he deliberately changed the technique of drawing her sword. The more he fought, the more he became frightened. A thought came to his mind, but it was a pity that the next moment the battle was broken, and he reluctantly turned to attack others.

If it is said that he found that He Lianyue was Zhao Bingmo that surprised him, the things that happened to Zhao Bingmo after Sekong fell off the cliff made his heart sink.

But Ji Qingyan has no position to blame a badly wounded person, nor is he qualified to question a woman who is passionate.

He could only pick her up when she was staggering, and while comforting her, he took them out of the most difficult path.

Ji Qingyan knew that Zhao Bingmo had listened to her own words, but it was a pity that she was full of affection and business spirit in her heart, and there was no room for turning back like a lone tree.

He suddenly understood something.

If the fire covers the salary, the growth is blazing; if the joy is the person, the love will grow. Although the fire is blazing, everyone can give up; love burns the world, lingering. (Note 2)

When Sekong woke up, Ji Qingyan had been by his side for three days and two nights. After finishing the arrangement in a brief and concise manner, he said: "The abbot of Wuxiang Temple sent someone to find you back, and wanted to make you the first seat." /

After hearing this, Sekong was startled first, then shook his head: "The poor monk is not worthy."

"Because you broke the lust?"

It is rare for Ji Qingyan to ask such a straightforward question, Sekong was silent for a moment and nodded: "The poor monk has broken the precept of sex, moved the heart of dust, and is cultivated by the teacher."

"So, what are you going to do?"

Ji Qingyan looked deeply into the coloring space, not even letting off the sadness that flashed under his eyes. Seeing that he was silent, he said: "Taoism talks about love, it is easy to follow, and it is inconsistent. So what about Buddhism?" /

For a long while, she said in empty space: "The children of Buddhism cut off emotions and purify desires, because the selfish feelings of the heart will be negative for the common people, and the deep feelings will be heavy. It's useless, but..."

After a pause, the young monk lowered his head and whispered softly: "However, love is a word, love and hate are both ends, life obsession, greed and admiration, impulsive and difficult to self-sustain, so change and change, only... compassion is Love can become a great love, through the wind and rain, the past will not change."

Ji Qingyan sighed.

Color is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Want to know that line, same is the case.

Zhao Bingmo's attitude toward Sekong is the most common and true love between men and women. Sekong's relationship with Zhao Bingmo is moved by predestined conditions and changed by thoughts. But it is the purest and most unspeakable detachment.

The love between her and him is like the skin and bones of human beings, one outside and one inside, attached and isolated.

What Zhao Bingmo wants to fulfill is the mutual love of two hearts, but what she wants to fulfill is the equal love of all beings. Their feelings have been different from the beginning, but now at the mountain pass, no one knows whether they will follow the same path or go astray?

"Sekong," Ji Qingyan said sternly, "You are compassionate and love the people, these are not wrong, but you must remember... the ego is also me, the little love is also love, and your compassion must also be equal Just don’t want to live up to Garan but live up to your heart."

Sekong drove along with the carriage, and Ji Qingyan had no way of knowing whether he understood it or not. Just seeing Zhao Bingmo chasing after him, Ji Qingyan's eyelids jumped and rushed over to Wuxiang Temple, just to stop a decisive battle that was almost a loss.

Ji Qingyan can see clearly, Sekong's staying power at the last moment is tantamount to showing mercy on this matter that is intolerable to the world.

Zhao Bingmo left with joy after his victory. After thinking about it, Ji Qingyan did not rush back to Wangchen Peak, but quietly sneaked into Wuxiang Temple.

Ji Qingyan did not expect that on the first night Sekong returned to the temple, he frankly frank everything to the abbot, Zuoyuan, and the law enforcement monk elders, and did not hide his distractions, break precepts and sex, and knocked his forehead heavily on the stone slab. On the ground, his body fell on the ground and said: "A disciple who has violated the teacher and humiliated Buddhism should be punished. Don't dare to affect the teacher. He will accept it completely and never shirk."

The abbot was shocked, Zayuan was furious, and one hundred and eighty rods were smashed. Ji Qingyan hid in the dark and looked in his eyes, and he could smell the blood that grew thicker.

However, from beginning to end, Sekong didn't resist internal strength, nor cried out for mercy, but gritted his teeth and took it forever. Each rod was a sentence of Amitabha. After one hundred and eighty sticks, he was already covered in flesh, and his speech was out of tune.

The abbot is his teacher, and he sighs and regrets: "Chier, you are chanting'Amitabha Buddha', how can you not be tempted to endure, abandon common sense, and commit such wrong things?"

"Ami...Buddha..." Sekong fell on the ground, barely propped up his body, and burst into tears when he heard the words, slowly clasped his palms, and said, "Master... It’s not difficult, it’s hard to break love and hate (Note 3)... But with a right heart, where in the world is not Garan?"

He couldn't cry, but he said no regrets.

Ji Qingyan finally knew that the reason Sekong was willing to lose to Zhao Bingmo was simply because he came back to ask for one crime and break the door for two. He had already made the decision to abandon the precept and return to the vulgar and confess to her.

For a while, Ji Qingyan didn't know whether he should be worried or relieved. However, before he thought about it, someone broke into Wuxiang Temple and brought a news——

He Lianyue, the owner of the Moon-Evering Sword, is the true identity of the sister of the Soul Burial Palace Lord Helian Shen and the "Raksha Girl" Zhao Bingmo.

At that moment, everyone stood on the spot in shock, Ji Qingyan subconsciously looked at Sekong, and for the first time saw a blank face on his face.

Within ten days, all the sects of Baidao learned about this news, and those who had watched the jokes of Wuxiang Temple and those who had the heart of fulfillment and tolerance changed their faces. Some people say that the demon girl is deliberately insulting Wuxiang Temple; some people say that the demon girl has no shame and seduce the Buddhist children to disdain...

All kinds of conspiracy theories are overwhelming, burying the simple and pure love, leaving only the ulterior motives that people spurn.

A few different sounds, like a wave splashing in the sea, were immediately obliterated under the current, and achieved the final concerted effort.

The day when Zhao Bingmo came to Wuxiang Temple, the swords in the temple were tense. I don't know how many people filled with righteous indignation wanted to rush out and capture her, regardless of life or death.

There is only one monk who stands in front of the point of the Qianfu.

Sekong pressed against the door behind his back, listening to Zhao Bingmo's yelling at the door. He exhausted all he had learned in his life without moving, and he circled the sword, light and sword shadows that he wanted to break out of the door between his fists. : "Amitabha."

So Ji Qingyan forced Zhao Bingmo away.

He doesn’t know what kind of punishment Sekong will be punished after today. He only knows that if Zhao Bingmo doesn’t leave, everything Sekong has done will become empty. If he thinks about it in the future, he will inevitably be due to inaction. regret.

Once, Ji Qingyan didn't like to say more; now, he can't say more.

As soon as Zhao Bingmo was forced away by him, the knights of various factions chased down the mountain. Ji Qingyan went away without saying a word, facing the point of the thousands.

What others say, in Ji Qingyan's opinion, it has nothing to do with it. After all, it is human beings who are watching, and standing upright is always more truthful than just words and expressions.

He has done what he should do, and he has done everything he should, even if things are wrong, everything is gone.

Ji Qingyan is just a pity.

All affection will be impermanent and it is rare for a long time; if you are afraid of things, your life is at stake in the morning dew. Worry is born of love, and fear is born of love; if one is away from love, there is no worry and no fear. (Note 4)