The sword is the devil

Chapter 437 Mission Reward

Hou Niao reappeared in the garden of the North Courtyard of Zhongmen Ju, at the exact location where he took the photo of Fu Zhao and left.

Twelve days have passed, but the space has not changed. This is the charm of the dimensional space. Unfortunately, one cannot understand the mystery of it until the baby changes.

Thinking carefully about my performance in this Ghost Festival, it's hard to say that this task was completed perfectly or completely?
But no matter how ugly the daughter-in-law is, she can't escape the in-laws.

Back at Sikong Mansion, I found Li Biejia's public house, feeling uneasy, this person surnamed Li won't make things difficult for him, right?
In the room, Li Chuping held the spiritual book in his hand, looking away leisurely; this scene was so familiar, as if he had seen it for the first time; it also made him understand the root of a monk's strength, he is constantly striving for self-improvement, and enriching himself all the time.

He walked all the way, unrestrained and unrestrained, but still a little drifting.

The room fell into a brief silence until Li Chuping's plain voice sounded,

"The chaos of the Ghost Festival, how do you think you are doing?"

Hou Tiao thought about it seriously, "It's not satisfactory, maybe, if you don't kill ghosts, there are other choices? Now, you are being used as a spear by the Taoist sect."

Li Chuping nodded, "If you know this, it's not hopeless.

Regarding the anomaly of the ghosts in the underworld, it started hundreds of years ago, not a sudden change, but subtle and gradual; there may be some conspiracy, but it may also be a natural change over the years.

Perfect rules only exist in ideals, and they will inevitably gradually deteriorate under the tempering of time, until the order collapses, and then new rules are re-established.

It is the cycle of heaven, just like the life and death of nature, glory and loneliness, strength and dormancy, there is no immortality.

The underworld is like this, so is it not the case in the eyes of ghosts in Splendid Continent? "

Hou Tiao bowed his head to be taught, what Li Chuping said was an understanding from the height of heaven, not because he thought that he did something wrong, but after opening his eyes, he realized that there is more than one road in this world.

"You are not wrong, but you are not necessarily right. From different angles and in different periods, there will be different answers.

If you only look at the present, you will lose your sense of direction, and eventually become a reckless person manipulated by impulse, losing yourself in the tide.

If you only look at the future, you will lose the courage to act. If you can't do well in the present, what future is there?
Therefore, I can't judge your right or wrong gains or losses. The result of this mission can only be verified by time.

What I want to say is, the root of your thinking that kills at every turn. "

Hou Niao sat upright, "Please advise."

Li Chuping thought for a while, "Mice never think that what they eat is stolen, flies don't think they are dirty, and bats don't think they are poisonous... In the world of crows, swans are all guilty... Summer insects cannot speak ice, well frogs cannot speak sea...

Thoughts are not at the same level, there is no need to conquer each other; if you don't believe in Buddhism, there is never a shortage of people who offer incense in the temple.

Therefore, obsession is not indiscriminate killing, and killing cannot solve all problems. If you can understand this truth, you will find that the solution to problems may not be just killing? "

Seeing the young man in front of him closing his eyes and meditating silently, Li Chuping nodded in satisfaction; he didn't expect to bring this guy over right away, it was unnecessary and shouldn't be; what he pointed out was the lack of character of this guy, but There's more to this guy's character.

If you can calm down and think, you will have a future; instead of nodding and bowing as soon as you say it, that is perfunctory.

This guy has great potential, the kind of potential he can't see through; he hopes that there will be more people like this in Shanmen Quanzhen, so that the whole sect will have a future.

If he sees through everything, the achievement is nothing more than that.

After a long time, he asked softly, "You've been running towards me these days, it's not your personality; tell me, what request do you want to make? Is there any pitfall you want me to step on?"

Hou Tiao knew that he couldn't hide his recent performance from this secret spy and intelligence leader. This person has very meticulous control over people's hearts, and he didn't want to hide it.

"I want to go to the basement of the Cangjian Building to find some ancient Quanzhen sword techniques, which should help my current sword state, but I can't get in now..."

Li Chuping nodded, "Yes! Generally, monks in the teaching will go to that place to search for things after they get to the Golden Core, not just to get something, but to prove it; Those miraculous feats are misleading.

I'm not surprised that you have this thought, and it's hard to change your state of mind.

Well, there's no need to find a few more golden pills to jointly recommend, I'm tired of giving some favors; since you are also the escort of the Sikong mansion now, then use the excuse of investigating the case and directly use the order of Sikong Yu to find clues. "

Hou Tiao nodded and said yes, this is different with the organization, all kinds of officialdom methods, all the rules are riddled with holes.

He thought Li Chuping's words were reasonable, but he didn't think he should change anything;
Always take the most correct, shortest, and most predictable path, which itself is a kind of mistake, a big mistake!
The most rare thing about the growth of a monk is that he stumbles while making mistakes, keeps falling, and finally falls out of a steel frame.

It's just a measure, how do you fall?How far did you fall?
There is no perfect practice, only eternal correction.

Frequent self-examination and not being confused by the achievements in front of him is what he should do most at the moment.

With the metaphorical order from Sikong Mansion, everything becomes easier.

The nature of his going to the basement has also undergone a fundamental change. It is no longer a study of art, but an inquiry, which is an essential difference.

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

In front of the cultivator of the Golden Core Guard of the Cangjian Building, he showed the metaphor, verified his identity, and after everything was correct, the Golden Core of the Guard Building didn't say much, and directly opened the magic circle at the basement gate.

"How much time do you need?"

Hou Tiao was honest, "If it goes well, it may take several hours; if the clues are not clear, it may take several days."

Golden Core cultivator gave him a playful look, "Investigate the case? Looking for swordsmanship?"

Hou Tiao smiled shyly, "I want to observe Quanzhen's ancient swordsmanship..."

Jin Dan snorted, "I knew that the insiders of Sanfu always use these tricks, for your honesty's sake, go in."

It's an unspoken game.

When Hou Tiao walked into the basement, it was like walking into an underground hidden sword building. If he wanted to, countless fogs of history would be opened before his eyes, but he had no distractions and was steadfast. Ignore the temptation.

No time was wasted at all. At the most obvious place where the sword skills remained, a series of ancient slips were arranged impressively, including nine black ancient slips:

At the beginning of the heights, the human world is small, and the distant world is empty... This is the inscription on the first black slip, and it goes down in order:
The soldiers are fighting in the universe, and the battle will never stop!
As the stars move and the momentum rises, time flies and turns back to the sky.

Those who go a long way to the top, there is an image in one step, and there is no trace in one step back.

They are all separated by life and death, and share weal and woe.

The clouds are flat and motionless, and the river map is secretly connected.

The wind and the clouds are changing, and I am alone.

The ancients are not seen before, and the comers are not seen later.

If you don't follow the path, you don't agree with the way.

...Nine ancient bamboo slips, the titles add up to one sentence:

Those who are facing the battle, all march forward!
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