Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 1401 The Truth Is False
"Benefactor?" Feng Qingyuan raised her lips, "I don't care if you become a monk or not, because of you, my reputation has withered and I have been ridiculed a lot. Step into this realm again."

The monk gently advised, "You have to forgive others and forgive others. Only with a broad heart can you see Buddha and meet blessings."

"Monk!" Feng Qingyuan sat high on the horse, bent down and looked at them, "I'm small-hearted, I can't hold too much, if a matter is not resolved, I will toss and turn, I can't eat, I can't sleep, I feel very uncomfortable."

The little monk stood up and said, "What do you want?"

"A cultivator should follow the rules of a cultivator. You and I will fight, regardless of life or death." Feng Qingyuan pulled out the sword hanging from the saddle, his eyes sparkled, "Dare you?"

The little monk was in a difficult situation. He entered Buddhism on the first day, and he was not clear about the rules of Buddhism, but he expected that Buddhist disciples should not fight fiercely. You kill."

The monk nodded slightly, feeling that the young monk had received a good job and had roots of wisdom. He looked at Feng Qingyuan again and couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you think you can overcome the unhappiness in my heart just by letting me kill you?" Feng Qingyuan straightened her back and looked down at him, "Forget it, I don't have time to waste on this matter. It depends on your luck."

As soon as she said the sword, she drew out the sword, and the sword energy lingered in the dust, stabbing at the little monk.

The little monk didn't even react, just a throbbing pain.

There were two puffs, one sound of the sword entering the chest, and one sound of drawing the sword out.

Feng Qingyuan shook off the blood drops on the sword, put it into the sheath, clamped the horse's belly with her legs, and laughed without hiding her bright expression.

The monk recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and looked into the confused eyes of the young monk, "Don't worry, you won't die."

That sword was an inch away from the heart, if treated earlier, there would be no serious problems.

The monk's skill was as high as the sky, and the light floated between his two fingers, brushing over his wound, and his wound healed.

The little monk straightened his clothes, suppressed the remaining panic, and asked the monk, "Where should we go now?"

"Turn into another person again." The monk said to the young monk, "Saving others is also saving oneself, and universally saving all living beings is also for the purpose of transcending and becoming a Buddha. Just now, the donor has always had a persistent heart, which is of no benefit to others or himself, and will eventually suffer from it. If you can persuade her to be kind, you will understand the meaning of Buddha."

The little monk nodded ignorantly, and Er said again, "She has already rode away, I can't catch up."

"There is a road under your feet, how can you not catch up with it?"

"Okay." The little monk ran in the direction Feng Qingyuan left, not daring to stop.

But he always can't catch up with her, but he often hears about her on the way of pursuit.

She hurt people in the busy city, she spoke out loudly at a poetry conference where talents gathered, saying that everyone was inferior to her, and she ran into a certain secret place beyond her control.

The little monk has had the experience of being slandered, and when he hears these rumors, he will first carefully verify them.

Then it turns out that she did injure someone—in self-defense.

She also said that she was not ashamed, but in the end she got No.2 and failed to win the first place, which gave others an excuse to criticize.

In the end, the little monk hurried and came to the secret realm, but was stopped outside because he could not hand over the spirit stone to enter the secret realm.

Fortunately, half a year later, he saw Feng Qingyuan coming out with injuries all over her body, and her cultivation had been promoted to Transcendence.

Before he could even go over and say a word, the man edged out and disappeared.

The little monk hesitated for a long time, and smiled wryly, he hadn't even built a foundation, and it was difficult to walk in this world of cultivation, how could he catch up with a transcendent.

He slowed down his pace, traveled to various temples, and devoted himself to practicing the Buddha's spirit.

In terms of martial arts, he really has no aptitude and talent, but he changed to a way of practice, and his speed is advancing by leaps and bounds, and his practice is becoming more and more profound.

When he went to look for Feng Qingyuan again, Feng Qingyuan actually gained the reputation of a witch.

Everyone said that she once killed the future marriage contract Taoist couple at the gate of Xiacheng City.

Everyone said that she had mischievous intentions and stole the treasure of the teacher's family and fled.

Everyone said that the place she walked was full of blood, and she would kill whoever she met.

The little monk is not the little monk he used to be. He now has a dharma name called Yuanmo, and he is well-known in temples all over the world.

He revisited his old place and came to Xiacheng. For him, ten long years had passed, but in Xia Jihui's eyes, he had just returned from discussing Taoism.

When Xia Jihui flew past the city gate, he saw this monk and thought it looked familiar. Er asked, "Xia Chen, what are you doing with your bald head?"

"Ten years ago, the poor monk came out of the dark room and became a monk."

Yuanmo waited for Xia Jihui to jump into a rage, but Xia Jihui nodded thoughtfully, "Monk, forget it, you are more talented in cultivating Buddhism, so let's practice Buddhism, and our fate is exhausted."

Yuanmo was stunned for a moment, then bowed and bowed, "Thank you, senior."

Xia Jihui waved his hand and left, but was stopped by Yuanmo.

"Excuse me, senior, do you know about Feng Qingyuan of the Qingwu Sect?"

"That little girl, I heard a little bit when I was discussing with others, and it was all nonsense."

For the first time, Xia Jihui treated Yuanmo with an equal attitude, which made Yuanmo a little flattered.

"Senior, please explain in detail."

"This matter, among the few of us true masters who discussed the Dao together, there was the head of the Qingwu Sect, Feng, and we didn't care about the outside world when we discussed it. After this discussion, Fellow Daoist Feng received a lot of old The sound transmission talisman is about Feng Qingyuan's incident."

Xia Jihui sighed, "The Qingwu Sect doesn't have any treasures, it's just because Feng Qingyuan's cultivation has grown too fast, which aroused the curiosity of the Qingwu Sect monks, thinking that she got a rare treasure.

It so happened that an elder had cultivated supernatural powers and was thinking about the position of head master, so he wanted to take away Feng Qingyuan's treasure and ruin her reputation, so as to implicate head head Feng and ask him to abdicate.

But this kind of truth, we just need to know it ourselves, we can’t say it, we can’t say it. "

Yuanmo asked, "Then what's going on with the Qingwu Sect now? When the head of Feng returns, he should be able to rectify Feng Qingyuan's name, right?"

"It's not necessarily true. The Qingwu faction is in civil turmoil. If head Feng agrees, maybe his name will be rectified. If head Feng loses, then Feng Qingyuan's charges will not be removed, and even head Feng will be put on cover name."

"Senior knew the truth, why didn't he help Feng head?"

"I don't take part in other people's internal strife, you monk, you don't know the complexity of the world." He mainly made friends with the Qingwu faction, not with the head of Feng. , the probability of defeat is extremely high, he will be fine if he doesn't step on it, how can he help.

Yuanmo thought that if she wanted to persuade Feng Qingyuan to be kind, she must first rectify her name, so she hurried to the Qingwu sect.

When passing through a forest, he heard Feng Qingyuan's name being mentioned by several people. He stopped to listen, and it was said that Feng Qingyuan was besieged by a group of monks at sea and was in danger of falling!

Yuanmo immediately turned around and rushed to the sea.

After he left, several people in the forest gradually merged into one person, isn't it the monk!

(End of this chapter)