Sealing Sword Chapter 156: Years (Part 1)

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In the old days, young and prosperous, there is no taste of red dust.

Thirty years ago, Sekong had not yet become an eminent monk of the West Buddha, and Duan Ya was still traveling the world, and Zhao Bingmo was still in the jade years.

The Soul Burial Palace was established in the southwest not long ago. The lord Helian Shen overthrew the Helian family to win the power four years ago, but there were not many people available around him, so he sent a letter to Zhao Bingmo. Mizongling.

Zhao Bingmo and Helianshen are half-brothers and sisters. They have followed their mother around since they were young, and they kept walking after their mother passed away. At that time, Zhao Bingmo was only in his twenties, but he had seen the yellow sand deserts of the Western Regions, and saw the magnificent waves of the East China Sea, and his eyes could accommodate thousands of mountains and rivers. Where would he be willing to go back to Mizongling to fight with others?

Helian Shen went to eighteen letters, all of which were burned to ashes by her, but because of her childhood love and blood relationship, she separated half of the confidante left by her mother and went lost. Ling temporarily helped Helian Shen to do things, and he simply went to the Central Plains to hide quietly.

At that time, the first emperor was in power. Although he did not do anything perverse, he imposed excessive taxes and penalties. In addition, the case of Beixia Qin Hebai was less than six years ago, and the party involved in it was unknown, and the court was busy making drastic decisions. In addition to consolidating dissidents, the army has reorganized its rules and dispatched soldiers, and the border guards are strictly guarded against foreign enemies. The life of the whole country is in trepidation.

In the summer and autumn season, she happened to come to the flooded Yunsha River basin. Nearly ten states and counties suffered floods and tens of thousands of people were displaced. Zhao Bingmo walked all the way and saw starvation, death, and looting. Human nature was exposed in the disaster. She didn't have so much compassion, but she was the least likely to be a murderous man who insulted women and children. From the rear Going to the front, kill and save, many people are grateful to her, and many are afraid.

That day, she kicked the ruffian who was snatching children’s rations, and almost crushed her breastbone with one foot. She was about to lift the knife and drop it. Unexpectedly, her shoulders sank and her feet were light--someone fell under her knife. Dragging away the ruffian who was half-life left, and another person pressed her about to move shoulder and arm with a wooden stick from behind.

The way of saving people has been standing for a long time, with a magnificent temperament, wearing a black and white robe, but with a lot of mud stained on the hem of the sleeve, looking dirty and embarrassed, only the clear eyes and eyes remain, facing her He made a Taoist ceremony with one hand, and smiled: "Pan Dao Duan Ya, this is polite. The girl is jealous, but this person is not dying, please take the knife and scabbard it."

The Daoist spoke kindly, but Zhao Bingmo remembered the push hand that he was able to squeeze a person under the knife. Just looking at his eyesight and timing, he knew that this man's martial arts was at least not inferior to him, let alone behind...

She turned around, and the person behind also removed her hand, gently pausing the wooden stick, put her right palm on her chest, lowered her head without looking at her, just whispered: "Amitabha."

The shot is as fast as thunder, and the force is sinking like a mountain. Zhao Bingmo thought he had met a master of the inner family, but he did not expect to be a monk.

The sound is still clear, but I don't know how old it is, Zhao Bingmo is a little unconvinced, and raised his eyebrows: "Monk, look up and tell me to see."

"Amitabha." The monk still chanted the name of the Buddha, without even looking at him.

The Taoist smiled when he saw it, and persuaded: "Girl, the master's name is'Sekong', which means'Secondity is emptiness.' He never looks at the beauty of the world with white bones and hues."

"Oh, there are thousands of beautiful and beautiful romantic scenes under the sky. For the sake of Lao Shizi's Buddhist scriptures, we must close my eyes and listen. Why have these eyes?" Zhao Bingmo laughed angrily, and suddenly shot the monk's chin.

She is not from the Central Plains after all. She acted generously and did not realize that Meng Lang was light-hearted, but the monk retreated three steps like a snake and scorpion. However, Zhao Bing's martial arts movement was extremely fast, and she was caught off guard, although he did not touch his face. , But also forced him to raise his head inadvertently.

The face is like Guibi, and the eyes are like a clear pond. Although she is not smiling, she is upright. She reminded her of the Buddha statues brought by the Central Plains merchants in the Western Regions border city. It is not like a golden body, but more like a red sandalwood. , Seeing it is like hearing the Buddha's verses, and it is peaceful and good.

Zhao Bingmo's anger was full of anger, and it was completely wiped out in the glance he cast.

"Amitabha Buddha." Sekong said the same four words, but this time added one more sentence, "The female donor respects herself."

The anger that had just been extinguished flared up again.

Without waiting for Zhao Bingmo to get angry this time, Taoist Duan Ya already smiled and said: "Girls are not angry, Master Sekong has never been close to women, you are afraid that this action scared him."

Zhao Bingmo looked back at him, only to think that this monk was very interesting. The monk was young but stereotyped and old-fashioned. The Tao was old but gentle and open-minded like a lay father and brother. I don’t know how to form a predecessor.

She didn’t have a good face for the monk, but she had no opinion on the Taoist leader. She didn’t make it difficult for him to do it right now. She put the knife in her scabbard, and raised her chin: "Since you want to save this man’s life, you will join him Let’s save it together, otherwise I will see him bullying women and children next time, but I won’t have my luck today."

Zhao Bingmo turned around and disappeared on the muddy road, leaving all the monks behind him.

She didn't actually leave.

Perhaps the remaining anger was still unresolved, or if he was energized, Zhao Bingmo stayed in this sad land, far behind the monk, watching them run around.

The disaster caused by this flood is quite widespread, and many people have been affected. Even if the court hurriedly issued an order to mobilize officers and soldiers for disaster relief, they were still struggling. Natural disasters give rise to man-made disasters, and there are many refugees who take the opportunity to cause chaos and instigate anger, making the already anxious situation even more troublesome.

The officers and soldiers were tired of building embankments for disaster relief. Many martial arts and white Taoists came here after hearing the news, and they all offered their help. Those who would have trouble open free clinics, and those with financial resources would buy rice and grains, even if they didn’t rely solely on martial arts. Can beat a few gangsters and move a few boulders.

The so-called "chivalry" by the people of the Central Plains turned out not only to punish the evil and help the righteous, but also to save the dead and the wounded.

Zhao Bingmo saw that the free clinic opened up to see people and get medicine, day and night, so that her eyes were flushed, she could still caress the child's head with a smile; she also saw the monk remove the monk's rosary and put on a suit The bunker followed the officers and soldiers to the flooded place where there were still remaining troubles. He carried a hundred catties of boulders on his back, dragged two sacks with his hands, and both feet plunged into the mud, step by step.

On the 7th day of the disaster relief work, the rotation of the laborers changed several times, and they were still exhausted, but Zhao Bingmo knew Sekong and Duanya's work and rest clearly—they only closed their eyes once, and couldn't rest. Two hours.

She closed her eyes, and a piece of flesh under her ribs throbbed for a long time.

After all, human beings are mortal bodies, and there are times when everyone can't survive. In the evening of that day, the monk’s strength in building a **** with a rock was already unsustainable. He tripped under the mud and lost his balance. He was about to be held down by the stone and washed away by the torrent.

A flash of shock flashed across his stale face, and the next moment he was pulled by his arm and pulled it out of the mud of the river.

Zhao Bingmo dragged him ashore, dumped his mud pip, squatted down and laughed: "Great monk, I saved your life, how can I repay me?"

Sekong collapsed to the ground, looking up at her drooping gaze, like seeing the moonlight of a galaxy, but there was no bright moon and stars at all.

He put his hands together difficultly, and whispered: "Amitabha Buddha."

That night, she helped the monk walk back to the camp of the victims and threw him into the tent at Duanya. The Taoist chief was counting the few herbs left with his bloodstained eyes. She suddenly saw the two coming in, and one of them was under him. pause.

"Girl, what are you..." After a pause, he looked at Sekong with his eyes closed, "What happened to Master Sekong?"

"I fell asleep, I hit it." Zhao Bingmo lifted his sleeves to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and sneered, "I am tired for seven days, eat less and rest less, do you think that you have entered Buddhism and Taoism, that is, you have cultivated and reborn Is it possible?"

Daochang Duan Ya listened to her ears, thinking that this girl was probably from everyone, and she was arrogant and arrogant. She had never said soft words, so even the words of concern were full of mockery.

Human arrogance is not a bad thing. However, the world has always been strong and humiliating, and it is easy to break. The world is three thousand meters and the most difficult. Those who are sleek in the world are the best to settle down. The sharp corners are either flattened by the world, or are suffering. Hits sharpen themselves more sharply, but such people often hurt others and themselves in the end.

He thought so much in his heart, he didn't show any clues on his face, he just raised his hand and said: "Thank you girl for caring."

Zhao Bingmo has always known that people in Bai Daozhong pretend to be high-minded, and that reputation is more important than anything else. She was not polite and was ready to turn her face with Duan Ya, but did not expect Duan Ya's attitude to remain calm.

She has grown up outside Guanwai since she was a child, and her mother, Zhao Xueyan, is also a fierce temperament. There are more dead men with cold means around her. She rarely sees a man with such a gentle temperament, who is more generous and tolerant than her father, brother and teacher.

In the face of Sekong, Zhao Bingmo always wants to test his bottom line, and uses all means, but when he sees Duan Ya, he always loses his temper. Whether he is thorny or angry, he calms down in the other's smile. .

She finally couldn't help but laugh, the color was like a moonlight and a spring blossom, charming and cold.

Later, Duan Ya was also rushed by her to rest. After Zhao Bingmo sat at the free clinic table, she treated the refugees who had come to support each other.

She is not a master genius doctor to Qihuang Medical Path, but inherits the path of Helian's Gu poison, and is well versed in the ability to fight poison with poison. It is not a problem to see some ordinary traumatic injuries and headaches and brain fever. After such a busy night, when Duanya and Sekong woke up, they saw that she was scraping and applying medicine to an old man's festering left leg. Although her face was impatient and disgusted, she started very steadily, and she didn't exert much effort. Cent.

Duan Ya smiled and whispered softly: "She is actually a nice girl, although her temperament is too arrogant."

Sekong lowered his head, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha."

They stayed here for more than half a month, cooperating with the officers and soldiers and Bai Dao Yishi in disaster relief. Zhao Bingmo didn't want to fight with other people, so he simply acted with Duan Ya and Sekong. At first, I didn't know how many people looked at such a strange combination, but later it was no surprise.

Duan Ya tolerant and gentle free clinic comforted, Sekong steadily built the embankment to build defenses, Zhao Bingmo showed his sharp edge to clean up the ruffled land, and later secretly sent his hands to the nearby towns to clean up the black-hearted merchants who paid high prices for food and made natural disasters. Because of the fact that people in Bai Daozhong couldn't clearly do things because of their faces, Zhao Bingmo never took care of it. She didn't leave room for her actions and didn't give these people a chance to comeback.

After contact with the flood, this place is waiting to be revived. The victims are enthusiastically rebuilding their homes, and all the people who came to help will return to their positions.

Zhao Bingmo had nowhere to go. He wanted to continue to follow them to see elsewhere in the Central Plains, but he didn't expect news from his subordinates at this time--there is a visitor to the Soul Burial Palace.

She didn't want to see, but in order to avoid trouble, she had to see, so she watched as a monk walked away together, and then went to see the soul-burial palace with her head full of lawsuits.

He was a man with a weak crown, with flying eyebrows into his temples, phoenix eyes narrow, white shirt with arrow sleeves, moiré satin boots, long crow feather hair tied high with a silver band, looking clean and moist, not like one Soul Burial Palace man with **** hands.

He handed over Helianshen's token and letter, then bowed his hand to Zhao Bingmo, smiling and said: "Under Helianyu, I worship my righteous brother for the palace lord, and now he is in charge of the dark hall. Sister, fortunately even."

He Lian Shen's righteous brother called her Sister. It is indeed natural that Zhao Bingmo doesn't care about these silly titles. What she cares about is He Lian Shen's letter and He Lian Yu.

The letter is simple. For four years since the establishment of the Palace of Soul Burial in Mizongling, it has been busy cleaning up the remnants of the master’s house, and also beware of other forces in the Demon Dao from snooping on and annexing it. Now that the Demon Dao Competition is approaching, the arena is set up in Mizong Ridge, and the three schools and six factions will all send people to come. Since they can't refuse to push, they can only convince them, and thoroughly gain a foothold.

Helianshen took out his father's token, and in his words he talked about Zhao Bingmo's mother's hard work when he built the soul funeral palace. Even if Zhao Bingmo deliberately tore the letter, he had to hold back for a while.

She knew in her heart that she had to go back and wade in the muddy water once, and she almost said somberly: "Okay."

Unfortunate, Zhao Bingmo didn't have a good face to He Lianyu along the way, but couldn't hold back the other party's decent and generous conversation. He should have traveled north and south for many years and has a wide range of knowledge. No matter whether he is in the Chinese or the original language or the customs and customs outside the customs, he can speak well. Even if Zhao Bingmo treats him coldly, he has to admit that this person is outstanding. No wonder he can be praised. Lian Shen valued so much, and even took charge of the dark hall.

She said: "With your ability, you can also be a palace master to guard one side, and you will be buried in the dark to do some intelligence torture."

Helianyu smiled bitterly and said: "Why don't men want to be ambitious? It's a pity that I have spare time and lack of energy."

Zhao Bingmo was startled, grabbed one of his hands and probed his veins carefully, only to realize that something was wrong.

Helianyu has Li Heng Gu in his body.

Gu technique is a major inheritance of the main family of the Helian family. It is controlled by the body from the longevity Gu, and now no one can learn it except Zhao Bingmo and Helian Shen brothers and sisters. Zhao Bingmo wanted to know who left the "Li Hate Gu" on He Lianyu's body even if he took the back of his head.

"You..." Zhao Bingmo put down his hand, his expression changed, "Aren't you worshiping brothers?"

"Brothers are still in danger of smashing walls, let alone worshiping brothers?" Helianyu smiled bitterly, "It is human nature to guard against the slightest failure."

Helian’s imperial martial arts is extremely high, even stronger than Zhao Bingmo. His internal dominance is the only thing Zhao Bingmo has seen in his life, and his methods of handling are even more familiar. Helian used heavily, and he would naturally be jealous.

So what about Zhao Bingmo?

Her martial arts are not inferior to Helian Shen, and she is also equipped with longevity Gu that is not afraid of the threat of poison control, and there is a team of dead men who can do well. Can Helian Shen really put her heart to heart? Not necessarily.

Zhao Bingmo's eyes fell.

He Lianyu's words seemingly unintentional, like opening a cryptic door, Zhao Bingmo was not a naive and innocent lady, so he naturally fell in love.

This is indeed the case.

She returned to the soul burial palace, Helian Shen was overjoyed, and she was very warm and inquisitive to her, but Zhao Bingmo's every move was under his nose, and he refused to let go of the slightest strangeness.

Several times, I’ve been knocking on the side in several conversations. Both the inside and the outside meant that she would lead people to live in Mistral Ridge and guard the gate of the mountain. In this way, it was like a vicious watchdog. Although it might bite the owner, it always It's spinning around in a cage, and it won't turn the sky.

Zhao Bingmo was still smiling, his eyes getting colder and colder.

Seven days later, masters of the magic sects of the three schools and six schools gathered, and there were murderous opportunities in the Mizong Ridge, and blood could flow into rivers at any time. He Lianyu meticulously arranged a place for the visitors, which seemed ordinary but inadvertently split it apart, and there were sentries densely along the way. Zhao Bingmo's dead men even lurked and waited for opportunities in secret, guarding the burial soul under the cover of dark clouds. The foundation of the palace.

Nine battles are decisive, He Lian Shen, Zhao Bing Mo, and He Lian Yu three rounds, six wins, two losses and one tie, sacrificed with blood to sacrifice the knife, established the book with life, and made the three words "Burial Soul Palace" like nails Inserted into the heart of the three sects and six factions, since then, the magic way has changed, and the competition is more eager to win, but no one dares to look down on the soul burial palace.

Helian Shen was overjoyed, but Zhao Bingmo did not stay in the Lost Ridge, and quietly left on the third day after the competition.

He Lianyu gave her a piece of news that a foreign race has arrived outside Guan.

The Helians were originally from outside the Guan, and it is understandable that they were associated with them, but Zhao Bingmo obeyed his mother's order and never wanted to deal with him more. Since Helianshen could not be prevented from meeting with him, he simply didn't see the heart.

You Helianyu secretly gave her convenience, and Zhao Bingmo left silently. When Helianshen found out, she had already crossed Xichuan and came to Nandi Water Village.

After the Demon Dao Competition, Zhao Bingmo became famous in a battle, so he changed the veil to the saber to avoid trouble, and finally went smoothly for these days. She walked and stopped along the way, feeling comfortable, unknowingly it was late autumn, the vegetation in the north had withered, but there was greenery in the south.

The morning sun was faintly dew that day, and she was drifting down the river on a boat. When passing by the Lanxi Bridge, she suddenly heard a girl crying by the bridge, accompanied by a sound of clear and moisturizing comfort.

Zhao Bingmo walked to the bow of the boat and looked up, and saw a wet little girl sitting by the bridge, wearing a snow green monk robe, hugging her legs and crying. At first glance, she seemed to be someone Bullied.

Squatting next to her is a familiar young monk, a little at a loss, and dare not touch her easily, so he can only ask questions softly, but the girl keeps crying, attracting many people They watched, pointed at the monk, and looked embarrassed.

Zhao Bingmo listened carefully for a while. It turned out that the girl was abducted and sold by the tooth. She finally jumped off the boat and escaped. She was rescued by the monk, but she was too frightened to tell where she lived. She only knew how to cry. Let the kind monks be blamed.

But despite this, the monk was not angry, but tried to show a smile from his stereotyped face. It's not so good-looking, but it is as bright as the warm spring sun, accompanied by the clear sound of the morning bell in the mountains, making you cry The girls slowly stopped talking.

Zhao Bingmo stayed with him for more than half a month. It was the first time I saw him smile. There were flowers in front of him. It seemed that a ray of sunlight had leaked to the bottom of his eyes, and he couldn't take it out again.

She couldn't help but smiled and said: "Monk, I will help send her to the town. You can tell me a sutra about the Dharma, okay?"

The squatting monk got up when he heard the sound, turned his head and looked under the bridge, only to see a small boat moored on a clear blue water, an old man shaking an oar in the stern, and a woman independent on the bow.

The breeze blew her veil and gave a startling glance, just like the full moon she saw on the muddy shore that night.

"...Amitabha Buddha." Sekong put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name lightly, his smile remained unchanged, "Okay."