Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 212|Buddha verses save people

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The ink carp is unmoved.

He looked at the gerbil silently, his eyes full of unquestionable meaning.

The ears of the gerbils trembled, which is different from the usual doctors!

Moli used a "true biography" obtained from Mr. Qin to deter patients from drinking medicine obediently.

Bailing Bailing, no matter what the identity of the other party, dare not continue to protest under such gaze.

"..."

The cave is extremely quiet.

The gerbil quietly retracted its paws and looked down at the bright red robe spread underneath.

Mo Lei suddenly couldn't bear it. His original firm thoughts were shaken. He saw the fat mouse's hair drooping because of frustration, and his chubby body shrank a little.

Trying to maintain a serious look, Mo Li wants to face Meng Qi, his own will and principles are always easy to defeat. I can’t let the teacher know about this, otherwise Mr. Qin must be heartbroken and raised more than a dozen. The apprentice of 1 year was taken crooked like this.

Thinking about Qin Lu's reaction with a guilty conscience, Mo Li raised his hand under the guise, preparing to stroke the fur on the fat mouse.

"If Brother Meng really doesn't want to..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and the outstretched hand was firmly "pushed" back.

It's not that the fat mouse is so powerful, but Meng Qi has changed back.

The sudden growth of the body shape immediately reduced the space of the cave a lot.

The ink carp withdrew his hand abruptly.

It's okay to touch it, but a person who is not wearing clothes suddenly appears in front of him, his hand is still on the other's shoulder, which is not decent.

Mo Lei immediately looked away, stared at the corner of the cave, calmly, and said:

"This clothes won't work, shall we think of another way?"

The response to him was a rustling movement.

Mo Li turned his head in wonder, but saw that Meng Qi had put on the robe calmly, and was adjusting his cuffs at the moment.

The uneven pink and red are all over Luo's robe. If you look at it carefully, it is even a bit mysterious. The shapes and changes of these color blocks are irregular, and they are matched with someone's face-forget it, it's still only the face You can see, the clothes are terribly ugly.

True ugly clothes, no peerless elegance can be saved.

Moli thought embarrassedly, this dress can still be seen when stacked, and the color makes people mind a little bit. How can it be so ugly when you wear it?

It feels like a glamorously dressed young man, after being poured by the downpour for three days and three nights, the phoenix has become a depilatory chicken.

Mo Lei took another look carefully, and finally found the problem.

It's Meng Qi's face!

Change to an ordinary-looking person, wearing this robe, although it is ugly, it is more funny, a pink and a red, it is really laughable.

However, in Meng Qi's body, the shortcomings of the clothes are infinitely magnified.

The more extraordinary the appearance of Meng Qi, the more ugly this dress is unbearable. After people look at it, they can’t wait to buy out ten or eight pieces of clothes and ask the person in front of them to change immediately. Drop. If you have a brush in your hand, you definitely want to paint this weird bright red robe black with ink.

It's a maddening effect.

Mo Lei moved manually, and after realizing it was wrong, he put it back on his lap.

He sat down and meditated. Could this be Meng Qi's response? Use facts to defeat yourself who saw him wearing this dress?

There is no doubt that Meng Qi won.

Moli held his forehead with his hand and sighed, "Brother Meng, take off your clothes."

"The doctor picked this one for me... it fits well."

Meng Qi thought for a long time, only to find this advantage.

"Forget it, let's find a way." Mo Li said weakly.

For example, kidnapping the blood suit seller, forcing people to rush to work overnight.

Although forcing others is against the way of a gentleman, forcing a stall owner who sells things to cheat is not inflexible.

"Huh?" Meng Qi touched the robe on his body.

The material of this dress is very good and it is extremely comfortable to wear.

As for ugliness, he can't see it himself.

At this time, most of Meng Qi's resistance has disappeared. He has gone through many battles in his life. What kind of trouble is a piece of clothing?

"Doctors don't have to worry, we will try to sew the clothes again. If it doesn't work, we will wear this one."

Meng Qi looked calm and breezy, and the ink carp was hesitant to speak.

***

Monk Yuan Zhi, facing the rising sun, stood in front of the Temple of Earth, which was burnt to nothing but ruins.

Some people have been surrounded in front of the temple.

This is the gang of four gangs and twelve guilds. They didn't go far when they left yesterday. Then they heard that there was an accident in the city. Si Jia Mipu had a life case, possibly involving the mysterious killer organization. Mr. Cai of the Dragon Head Association spoke, not allowing people on Yuzhou Road to interfere in this matter, but his command only works in the Dragon Head Association.

No, even the Leading Club has a lot of people's hearts.

The prestige is like candlelight, seemingly bright, but it will be extinguished by a gust of wind.

The fact that Mr. Cai took a good helper, was bitten by mosquitoes all night for nothing, has seriously affected his prestige in the Leading Club.

Although it is still the same on the surface, it has changed in the dark. For example, his orders are no longer so deterrent and cannot be obeyed from the bottom of their hearts. Everyone has their own ideas and their own ideas about things, anyway, there are thousands of tricks in yang and yin.

Part of the ground snake on Yuzhou Road has been folded in Sijia Mipu.

The unknown swordsman was so fierce that he killed more than fifty people. This was the result of the Fengxingge master rushing to stop him in time.

A part of the gangs retreated, but the remaining local snakes did not give up.

They died a lot of brothers. If they just shrink to be tortoises, it will be difficult to continue to mess with the rivers and lakes, so whether they are really distraught and want revenge or behave, they all have an unending attitude.

The fire at the Earth Temple has attracted many forces to probe.

The fire burned so thoroughly that even the trees in front of the temple were gone, and the ground was scorched black.

Wait until dawn, the temperature of the fire site has dropped slightly, you can go in and look for it.

The appearance of the old monk Yuanzhi made everyone vigilant, and they took up their weapons and slowly dispersed them to surround him.

"Amitabha Buddha, Lao Na travels by."

Yuanzhi put his palms together, chanting sutras with his eyes down.

"Master Yuanzhi." A voice suddenly came from the crowd.

The old monk looked up and saw a Vincent swinging a folding fan and arching his hand toward him with a smile.

Yuanzhi's expression changed slightly, and there really was something serious here in the secret road, otherwise, how could even the pavilion master Fengxing come.

"Autumn donor, I have seen you for a long time."

"Well, I just talked about the master just now, and I don't know how long the master will be here. I didn't expect the master to be here. According to the Buddha's words, this can be regarded as salvation."

The subject of Qiu Pavilion was surprising. Yuan Zhi, the old monk, was stunned at first, and soon realized that Fengxing Pavilion had known that Meng Qi was nearby.

——Fengxingge sold Meng Qi’s news to himself, and he came all the way, didn’t it happen to be here?

"It turns out that the pavilion owner is here waiting for Lao Na, I don't know what is important?"

When the old monk Yuanzhi saw that there were too many people here, he asked in secret via voice transmission.

He still owes Fengxingge a debt, and it would be a good thing if he could take this opportunity to repay it.

Qiu Jing walked to the monk Yuan Zhi and said in a low voice: "A mysterious swordsman in Piaoping Pavilion, whose strength is unfathomable."

Yuan Zhi looked at Qiu Jing's pale face, and found that the people who followed Qiu Jing also had internal injuries, with a clear understanding in his heart. This was a fierce battle.

"Don't lie to the pavilion owner, Lao Na is here to stay, and he needs to rush back to Xuanchuan Pass. There is no time to intervene in the struggle."

"The master doesn't know something." Qiu Jing smiled, then put away the folding fan, and explained the dispute caused by Sijia Mipu at a very fast speed.

The more Yuan Zhi listened, the more puzzled.

Money, wealth, gold and silver, Yuan Zhi has no interest; the old monk doesn't care about the fight between the rivers and lakes.

Although Piaoping Pavilion is notorious, in Yuanzhi's view, Piaoping Pavilion did not kill the people for no reason. Most of those who died committed greed, which was all cause and effect. Yuan Zhi at most chanted the life scriptures to their corpses, knocking on the wooden fish, it is impossible to get ahead, let alone break the precept and use force.

"...There were several groups of people who touched the rice shop that day, almost all of them were killed by the swordsman, with the exception of the people from the Holy Lotus Altar. After the investigation, these people had taken advantage of me to wait for the Piaoping Pavilion assassin. You fled during the fight. The foundation of the Holy Lotus Altar in Yuzhou has been destroyed, leaving only a mob. Is this really capable?"

Qiu Jing stopped here, quietly watching the old monk Yuan Zhi's face suddenly turn black.

Yuzhou is the hinterland of the Central Plains. The Holy Lotus Altar has no influence here, and its nest is in the southwestern frontier. The people there have been deeply bewitched, and they just want to worship the star of Ziwei.

The soldiers guarding the borders did not dare to stand alone even on the territory belonging to the Qi Dynasty. Many villages have been secretly controlled by the Holy Lotus Altar. If the officials and soldiers of the imperial court are not careful, they will be attacked. The number of soldiers missing each year has reached an alarming number. The old monk Yuan Zhi who has seen this chaos with his own eyes will naturally inevitably feel annoyed when he hears the three words on the sacred lotus altar.

"Qiu's benefactor means that there is collusion between Piaoping Pavilion and Shenglian Altar?"

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

Qiu Jing tapped his palm with the handle of the fan, and said solemnly: "The swordman's technique is a murderous path, but he gently let go of the few insignificant ones in the Holy Lotus Altar. Hello. What does this show? If you don’t know you for a long time, it’s the swordsman who knows he can’t kill these people."

Without waiting for Monk Yuan Zhi to respond, Qiu Jing threw another sentence:

"Forgive me to boast. With the power of Fengxing Pavilion, there is no force in the world that Fengxing Pavilion can't catch. Piaoping Pavilion is just that, I have always suspected that it was hiding its whereabouts by other Jianghu forces, Sijia Mipao's path It’s not enough to do this. The force that acts as a cover for Piaoping Pavilion must be a mysterious and sneaky Jianghu people who would not even dismiss it or even doubt it... and may be very short of money."

What is the killer picture, not for money?

The Holy Lotus Altar not only confuses the people to cruel innocent people, but also secretly set up a killer organization to search for money?

The back of Monk Yuanzhi's hand holding the wooden staff faintly showed blue veins.

"Autumn donor seriously?"

"How dare Fengxingge deceive the master?" Qiu Jing said solemnly, "Master has profound Dharma, and he does not want to break the precepts of killing, but he is willing to do his best for the peace of this world. The same is true for Fengxingge. People have selfishness, I am right. It is the master’s hand to get rid of the swordsman. Breaking the ring is not a trivial matter, and the master can consider it by himself."

Venerable Yuanzhi paused, then lowered his eyes and said: "Amitabha, this killing...sooner or later will be broken."

Who can stand by when the rebel soldiers are under Xuanchuan Pass, and when Xuanchuan Pass is no match for the rebels?

"Kill Fajia, this boundless sea of ​​bitterness, Lao Na can't survive this life." Monk Yuan Zhi let out a long sigh, "Well, that's all! If Fengxing Pavilion has the whereabouts of the swordsman, you can go to the three Ten miles away on the western **** of the mountain, look for Lao Na, Amitabha."

Walking away, looking at the old monk's back, Qiu Jing slowly unfolded the folding fan, and motioned to his subordinates to continue searching for useful clues in the ruins.

"Pavilion Lord, two charred bodies were found!"

***

Won Zhi did not perform light work, he walked up the hill step by step.

The sandals were worn down to only a layer of skin that was about to break, and his face became more withered. He was like a lifeless tree with all its leaves, and he would die under the blazing sun in the next moment. .

The walking monks are also ascetic monks. They are walking and chanting. Yuanzhi is different from them. He doesn't say anything, just walks silently.

For a martial arts master, this in itself is a kind of practice.

Unlucky, I was really angry, letting calluses on the soles of my feet, cut by sharp stones, walking across the ground hot from the sun, and wading across gravel streams.

Naturally, this speed can't get up quickly. When Yuanzhi arrived at the place agreed with Moli last night, it was almost noon.

The sun is rising higher and higher. When ordinary people walk in this kind of sunlight, they will sweat like pulp in less than a cup of tea, and their clothes will look like washed.

Yuan Zhi didn't see a drop of sweat on his forehead. He was looking for a place to rest, his ears suddenly moved, and he walked toward a tall tree in front of him.

"..."

A pink figure?

No, I was wearing a piece of red and pink clothes.

The old monk Yuan Zhi opened his mouth in astonishment, obviously he did not think that the former national teacher was such a person.

Meng Qi walked slowly along the treetops, Luo robe fluttering in the wind, and his clothes fluttered.

Yuan Zhi was dull for a few breaths, only then did he remember to put his palms together to bow down.

"Amitabha, dare to ask, but Master Meng is in person?"

"Not bad."

Meng Qi stepped forward and fell silent.

He tried to forget what the clothes he was wearing, and only looked at Yuanzhi calmly.

The monk Yuan Zhi saw him standing with his hand holding his hand. He was introverted, with aloof temperament, and he did not look like a person in the world.

This is the dress, it's really hard to say...

"I think the master is full of melancholy, it seems to be a hindrance?" Meng Qi watched Monk Yuanzhi walk over from a distance.

Compared with yesterday, today's old monk's aura is even more decayed, with his brows furrowed, as if he was stuck in an incomprehensible knot.

Yuan Zhi sighed: "Old Na thinks about the crisis in Xuanchuan Pass, and feels very anxious. This time to see the national teacher, Lao Na knows the abruptness in his heart, and he has to come."

Meng Qi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said: "The master has taken a look."

"National Teacher?"

"Master, how do you look at my dress?"

"This..."

"The silk is reeled into Luoshang, and the madder jar is thrown. People have mixed words and colors, and the red dust has a history of catastrophe."

Yuan Zhi was shocked when he heard this.

The silk that the silk reeler has drawn out from the cocoon for so many hardships, the thousand silk is made into a silk, which is dyed red in a dyeing vat with madder, and this garment is produced. Everyone says that its color is mottled and ugly. The darker and lighter ones are not faded, but the traces left by the world.

Yuan Zhi has been a monk for many years, so he has naturally heard many Buddhist scriptures and talked about Buddhist scriptures to many people.

There has never been a tremor in his heart.

Instead of what others said, it was just ordinary Buddhist scriptures, but Meng Qi wore such an abnormal clothes. Shi Shiran said these things, which reminded me of the experience of this national teacher. Does the mortal world have a catastrophe?

As the fourteenth hero of the founding of the Chu dynasty, Wenzhi and martial arts are unparalleled.

This Buddhist verse is not about clothes, but about people.

——The clothes made from the hard work of stripping the cocoons and drawing silk, but the bright red color fades into a mottled and ugly look as the years change.

Things are not humans, what else is left?

Is it human words or time?

Monk Yuan Zhi thought that he was here to find out whether Meng Qi had the intention of resuming the country, and whether he would support the three kings of the Chu Kingdom in setting off a new wave of military disasters. He suddenly felt ashamed and hurriedly clasped his hands together. Buddha number.

Such people have great wisdom and can be liberated, much higher than themselves.

Monk Yuanzhi didn't finish his thoughts, and thought that even if Xuanchuan Pass survived this crisis, the Tianshou King was ambitious, and the Holy Lotus Altar was a tiger, and it would be even more powerful to harm the country and the people.

Shortly after the day of the world chaos, the monks jumped out of the Three Realms and were not among the Five Elements, but after all they were about to step into this killing.

But all of this, as the Buddha's verse said, is just a must.

As long as your mind remains unchanged and your clothes are on your body, why are you afraid of others? Why are you afraid of breaking the vows?

Thinking of this, the old monk Yuanzhi's aura suddenly changed, and he ignored the greeting, and immediately meditated cross-legged.

The skyrocketing violent aura shook the birds and the beasts to flee.

Meng Qi: "..."

Waiting in the distance, the ink carp who was stunned by the breath: "..."

For a long time, Mo Lei asked Meng Qi in disbelief: "This ugly dress makes Master Yuanzhi feel shocked when he sees it, and even martial arts has broken through the realm?"