The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 70 Immortals, Demons, Buddhas and Demons
The chanting suddenly stopped.

The crying in the dojo stopped.

The sound of rain regained the momentum it deserved, and the monk's wound made by the knife was soaked with water, and a new arm actually grew.

When Su Zhen's knife fell again, his new arms were not afraid of the pain, and he grabbed the blades of the two steel knives with his bare hands. The fingers that clung to the blades were like nails, making it difficult for Su Zhen to withdraw the knife.

"It's you witch again!!"

Zen Master Huaiqing had a ferocious look on his face, and his eyes emitted a yellow light as he stared at him, with resentment and anger flashing out of them one by one. He said loudly: "I am here to exorcise the inner demons of all living beings and perform a supreme good deed. How can I tolerate this in this sacred place of Taoism?" You witch is so presumptuous!"

Hearing this, Shi Daoqing couldn't help being shocked and secretly thought: "A witch?" This monster is actually female? '

As soon as the thought passed by, a fight started on the stage.

Su Zhen was already in the form of a demon, and his claws and claws were all powerful. He couldn't withdraw the sword, so he simply abandoned it and dug directly into the monk's heart with his sharp claws to seize the Demonic Sutra.

Zen Master Huaiqing was seriously injured before and was dying, but after the lecture in the Taoist temple, he drew strength from nowhere, and his strength skyrocketed, even better than before.

Su Zhen abandoned the knife, and he blocked the stolen knife in front of him to deal with Su Zhen's continuous attacks.

'This monster didn't lie to me. She really brought me to slay the devil. Although she used me as bait, she was afraid that I would be hurt, so she even solved my acupuncture points in advance. Could it be that she is really a good person? '

From then on, she no longer had prestige in Luoshan.

This supposedly successful trip back home has been ruined.

Su Zhen immediately counterattacked, punching continuously and striking hundreds of afterimages, making Zen Master Huaiqing's body tremble.

After cheering up a little, she began to organize the rest of her disciples to go together to appease the townspeople.

Zhu Mo was the best fairy in their hearts, how could he kneel down and worship another woman?
When monks from various sects meet, even if their status and strength are very different, they only need to bow and clasp their fists. Only slaves must kneel down and worship when they see their master.

Zhu Mo lowered his head and stared at the mud stained on the jade skirt. He felt sad and burst into tears. He couldn't help feeling sorry for himself:
"It's ruined, it's all ruined..."

Seeing the demons fighting on the stage and then flying away together, Shi Daoqing pursed her lips tightly and had mixed feelings in her heart.

The sky is high and the sky is wide outside, enough for him to use his fists and kicks.

When Su Zhen flew away with Zen Master Huaiqing in his arms, Su Zhen did not forget to tell his teacher Dao Qing:
"Miss Shi, it's up to you to take charge of the situation here."

'Are monsters also divided into good and evil? '

Limited by people's knowledge and circumstances, the standards of good and evil are also different. No matter how clear the Tao mind is, it cannot always be understood. Therefore, monks believe that they must kill monsters when they encounter them. Since they cannot use their minds to understand good and evil, then It turns the judgment of good and evil into racial hatred.

Su Zhen tore off a large piece of bloody flesh on his shoulder and chest with a claw, and Zen Master Huaiqing also slapped Su Zhen in the heart.

During the previous duel, he had already discovered that he could not defeat Huaiqing in a short period of time. The people in the dojo had not yet been evacuated. He was afraid of hurting innocent people, so he simply flew away from the dojo with Huaiqing.

Shi Daoqing stopped in the rain and looked at the endless demonic energy outside the dojo, with sorrow lingering in his eyebrows.

Of course Shi Daoqing understands the principle of deceiving people regardless of their intentions, but monsters have always been insidious and cunning, and they will do whatever it takes to deceive people...

Shi Daoqing suddenly realized that she seemed to have never thought about this problem.

It was also at this time that Zhu Mo, who was in despair, saw her. She showed a look of surprise, then immediately knelt down, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, saying:
"Zhu Mo has met Miss Shi."

When Shi Daoqing saw this scene, he hurriedly helped Zhu Mo up, drew a clear light with his finger, touched her eyebrows, and said softly:
"Why is Miss Zhu kneeling down to me? Oh, it turns out that the demon used Buddhist scriptures to cast a spell and confuse Miss Zhu. I'm here to break the curse for the girl."

Racial hatred cannot be resolved, and the heart of a monk will not be shaken.

The disciples looked at Fairy Mo's humble demeanor, and their hearts were a little more hurt. Zhu Mo also came to her senses and realized that she had left the Palace of Life and Sui and should not have degraded herself like this. Seeing that Fairy Mo had knelt down, the other disciples couldn't stand still, so they could only kneel down in the mud unwillingly. In the end, it was the mortals who were still standing.

This question is so simple, but Shi Daoqing is not ready to face it.

Huai Qingchan repeated his old trick, and more than ten hands inside his body tightly clasped his arm.

If there really is a kind demon in the world, wouldn't her swordsmen with a clear conscience also be stained with sin?

"Of course, it is our duty as monks to eliminate demons and protect the people."

Seeing this, the other disciples also stood up one after another. They recalled everything they had experienced before, and murmured to themselves in a daze:
"It turns out it's a curse, and we're all under it."

This time, Zhu Mo just showed a slight blessing and performed a simple courtesy. But she still couldn't control the fear in her heart, and her hands folded on her waist were still trembling.

Zen Master Huaiqing could not resist, and finally Su Zhen stabbed his claws through the chest and abdomen, reaching straight to the back.

Shi Daoqing put his hand into Zhu Mo's long black hair, gently combed it through, and said: "Today's chaos is all caused by demons. Ming Sui Palace will handle this matter properly. I'd like Miss Zhu to take care of this place with me." situation, evacuate the townspeople to a safe place.”

In the flash of lightning, the two exchanged more than fifty moves.

When Zen Master Huaiqing was chanting sutras earlier, Zhu Mo had already revealed everything about her scandal, but now he had thrown the last bit of dignity into the mud.

However, monsters are not pigs and sheep. They have the same intelligence as humans. The so-called evil is only one of the seven emotions and eight sufferings. How can they occupy all the intelligence of a race?

The other disciples of the Luoshan Sect had just recovered from their grief, and when they saw this scene, they were all shocked.

He was really not good at using the sword, so after blocking more than a dozen attacks, he abandoned the sword and started fighting with it physically.

Zhu Mo stood there blankly, looking at the woman who smiled at her, and made a mistake for a moment.

People who eat pigs and sheep do not care about the good and evil of pigs and sheep, and the same goes for people who kill evildoers.

This was supposed to be a heart-breaking palm, but the heart of this monster body was too strong. The heart was squeezed by the force of the palm. Instead of bursting, it beat hard, rebounding all the powerful power back, shocking Huai Qing. Broken wrist bone.

In the past, Shi Daoqing never reflected on what was wrong with this.

Su Zhen did not pull out immediately, but simply jumped on the ground and flew away from the dojo with Zen Master Huaiqing's entire body.

She gathered her thoughts and decided to stabilize the situation in the dojo first and evacuate these people in an orderly manner.

Should we maintain the situation inside the dojo, or should we go outside the dojo to help the seemingly benevolent banshee?
Shi Daoqing hesitated.

It was also at this time that she realized something was wrong.

Zen Master Huaiqing fought with the demon girl outside, but why didn't the evil spirit in the dojo reduce at all?
Not only did it not decrease, but it became thicker and thicker!
Is it possible that there are demons and bandits hiding in this dojo?
Before she could search, a voice came from behind:
"There are many simple and kind-hearted people in this world, and there are also many people with strong magical powers, but those who have both are rare. Miss Shi is really a rare and good girl."

Shi Daoqing was shocked.

Her perception was extremely keen, but it was only then that she discovered that there was a man beside her at some point.

The man's head was huge and covered with white cloth, leaving only his face exposed.

This is an old and ugly face. The forehead is full of wrinkles, the lower eyelids are swollen, and the face looks more like it has been cut with a knife, full of criss-crossing fleshy gouges.

"Just now that old bald donkey made things difficult for you, you answered very well. Lushan Mountain and Zhuyan River are already there. There is no need to ask why they came here. In this world, you are a free body. There is no need to add false accusations and increase fatigue. Buddhism The words are broken, the mind is destroyed, the good girl gets the true meaning, but that person is like a fake Zen master." The old man praised.

"Who are you?" Shi Daoqing was wary.

The man did not answer Shi Daoqing's question, but continued on by himself:

"This Zen Master Huaiqing was too stupid and didn't understand Buddhism. He wanted to save all sentient beings, but he felt that teaching was too slow and unreliable, so he wanted to use magic to remove people's inner demons, which led to today's situation. He has a good heart, but because of his stubbornness, he is extreme and does all the evil deeds, which is pitiful. No wonder the Demonic Vehicle Sutra found him."

"Yao Cheng Sutra...who are you?"

Shi Dao Qingdao's heart was on guard, even worse than when he met Su Zhen.

She met more weirdos today than she had in the previous twenty or thirty years combined.

"I was once a person like Huaiqing and did similar things to him."

He clasped his hands together like an old monk, recited Amitabha, and said:
"I was once obsessed with demonic thoughts and became a murderous demon. Until one night, I got a book of scriptures. I recited the words in the book and gradually became fascinated. After I woke up, I found that my demon The chanting and the scriptures disappeared without a trace. I thought it was a miracle sent by the Buddha, so I joined the Dazhao Academy and converted to Buddhism from then on."

"However, I found that although I no longer have evil thoughts, I am still paranoid. My eyes can only tolerate kindness and not a little bit of filth. I killed my master just because he buttonholed the robe when he bought it for a monk. Some oil and water.

After that, I fled down the mountain and killed many more people. I killed the husband who beat and scolded his wife and daughter, the leader who betrayed the interests of the sect, and the officials who were greedy for wealth. However, I found that other people did not seem to Be grateful to me. "

"You killed everyone who wasn't grateful to you?"

Shi Daoqing has concluded that the person in front of him is the devil, and he feels as if he is facing a formidable enemy.

"I'm not that cruel."

The old man smiled and said: "I started to reflect on myself. I don't understand why I wholeheartedly do good things, but all I do are evil things. I think it all stems from that book. Although I am a devil, I can't I originally had a chance to be a good person, but it wiped out my demonic thoughts and my humanity. My whole life has been ruined by it. This good girl, can you understand me?"

Shi Daoqing could not understand that although she was cold by nature, she had sound emotions and desires and could not empathize with mentally paranoid people.

At this time, in the dojo, a man suddenly stood up. He held his head and pointed his finger at Shi Daoqing. His possessed tone was so sharp that it made people just want to cover their ears:
"Where did you come from? How dare you contradict the master with your magic words? You really deserve to die, you deserve to die!!"

The man shouted and jumped like crazy, encouraging the crowd and rushing towards Shi Daoqing.

Seeing this scene, the old man recited Amitabha.

A line of rain solidified in the sky.

Like an iron wire, it quickly strangled the man's neck and cut off his head in an instant.

When the man's head flew up, there was still anger on his face.

The rain line did not stop, it was still flying, and five or six more heads flew up.

They died too quickly, with their faces retaining the same emotions as when they were alive, and they did not notice the coming of death at all.

The line of rain has turned into a line of blood.

"Devil stop it!!"

Shi Daoqing gave a sharp scolding, clasped his fingers several times, and dozens of raindrops flew out, connecting back and forth to form a thin sword, breaking the murderous raindrops.

She condensed another magical sword and slashed at the old man's head.

The old man pinched his fingers together and caught the menacing magic sword between his fingers.

"Good girl, don't worry. The people I kill are all heinous people. They think they can become Buddhas by putting down the butcher's knife. It's really delusional. Today, I will be the honest official who decides the case."

Shi Daoqing wanted to control the magic sword, but found that the sword was like a fish in a basket and was no longer under her control.

He caught her sword with only two fingers.

Mother's visit is nothing more than that, right?

Obviously, this old man is a master, the best master!
He crushed Shi Daoqing's magic sword with both fingers, and gently pushed it out with his calloused palm. Shi Daoqing was afraid that the force of the palm would hurt the townspeople behind him, so he had to accept it. This palm looks light, but it is strong enough to break the rock into powder.

Shi Daoqing's palm touched it, and he was immediately knocked back several feet. His pretty face was as pale as snow, and there was no trace of blood.

'Exorcist palm? Is this devil really from Dazhao Temple? Shi Daoqing was secretly shocked.

With just one thought, another group of heads flew up.

A sickle harvests wheat.

"stop!!"

Master Dao Qingqing scolded, stretched out his fingers, and handed out another lotus sword.

The magic sword was caught lightly again. The old man did not fight back immediately, but said earnestly:
"Their sins are all admitted by themselves. A good girl should not be soft-hearted."

"The sins of mortals should be examined and determined by the government, not by you!"

Shi Dao's green snow robe fluttered in the wind, and his eyes sparkled with light.

Dozens of swords were thrust out in one breath.

Sword light enveloped the old man, and for a moment, he seemed to be surrounded by more than ten people.

The old man chanted the Buddha's name, and with a pair of skinny hands reaching out in all directions as fast as lightning, he caught all the swords.

"The government is not as honest as me... Well, what the good girl said makes sense, so let's kill a few immortals."

The old man looked up to the sky and laughed. He stretched out his hand to dust his unscathed body. After stamping his feet, his body flew up and rushed into the crowd. For a moment, heads were rolling.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader of Luoshan wanted to escape, but the old man's attack was so fast that he could not escape.

"father……"

Zhu Mo's heart ached, and she drew her sword to save her, blocking her in front of the master. But before she could take action, her biological father slapped his palms on her back, forcing her to become unstable on her feet and to face her. He fell in the direction of the old man's attack.

He wanted to use his daughter's life to buy him some time to escape.

For a moment, Zhu Mo felt like she was falling into hell. She felt that her blood had turned into stone and her chest was cracking every inch. Her last thoughts about family love disappeared under this push.

The impending death didn't even give her time to resent her. She closed her eyes and felt despair.

But she didn't die.

Someone grabbed her arm, yanked her into his arms, and the power of the palm was also removed by this soft embrace.

Zhu Mo opened her eyes and found that she was lying on Shi Daoqing's chest. She was frightened and turned around, just in time to see the leader being chased by the old man, and had to use the Yuhe True Technique to fight back.

The old man didn't even look at his martial arts, he just condemned him:
"If you don't know how to teach your son, if you sell your daughter for glory, you should be killed."

In an instant, the head of this highly prestigious leader of the Luoshan Sect was beheaded. The incision on his neck was as smooth as a mirror. The fish and crane were washed away by the heavy rain before they even took shape.

"..."

Zhu Mo looked at this scene with no more light shining in his eyes, and could only murmur in a low voice: "Thank you, Miss Shi, for saving my life."

Shi Daoqing put her down.

But as soon as Zhu Mo's feet landed on the ground, he picked up his long sword and slashed at the old man.

She didn't want to avenge anyone, she just wanted to die.

In recent days, she has suffered a series of setbacks and her mood has been ups and downs. At this moment, she is even more like ashes, like her life is lifeless.

"No!"

Shi Daoqing still wanted to save him, but Zhu Mo was too decisive and was in front of the old man in a blink of an eye.

The bloodthirsty old man just flicked her sword away without killing her.

Zhu Mo's right hand was numb from the shock, so he switched to his left hand and struck again. Her sword was bounced away again, breaking every inch.

"I pretended to be a fairy, deceiving the world, looking down on myself, and being inferior to others! You devil calls yourself an upright official, but if you don't even kill me, how can you be considered an upright official?!" Zhu Mo looked at the big sword that fell into the mud, Crying madly.

"In today's dangerous world, how much can a weak woman like you afford? I won't punish you." The old man said calmly.

Zhu Mo sat in the mud, his eyes dull.

More than 20 years of hard work and humiliation flowed through her heart, and her heart, which was originally despairing, began to throb again, causing her to cry bitterly.

She suddenly understood that family, fame and power were all unreliable things. The superiors could turn their hands into clouds and their hands into rain, and the favor and indifference could all be done in a single thought. She had no control over it at all. But she remained obsessed with it, loved vanity, and despised herself. By the time she really woke up, she had already suffered numerous consequences and made a big mistake.

She held her face in her hands, her heart pounding.

Shi Daoqing also roughly understood what Zhu Mo had gone through.

She and Zhu Mo were both in the Palace of Life and Sui, but the palace in their eyes was completely different.

For Shi Daoqing, Mingsui Palace was her home, with order and harmony, but for Zhu Mo, it was a giant beast that abused her day and night. She was in fear all day long and had no control over her life.

'How could this be? How could the Mingsui Palace be such a place? '

Shi Daoqing's eyes flashed with confusion for a moment, and suddenly, she figured out a lot of things.

There are many people in this world who are as powerful as emperors but are surprisingly stupid and stubborn. And when she learned about the past of these people, she discovered that they once had great talents and great wisdom. What changed them? Are you just indulging in pleasure and pleasure?
In the past, Shi Daoqing devoted herself to cultivating Taoism and did not indulge in external things. She thought she lived a sober life, but now she realizes that she has always been living in a cocoon woven by power for her.

As the daughter of the lord of the Mingsui Palace, her identity is a natural right. As soon as she was born, her conversation and communication with the people around her were completely alienated. She always feels the admiration, respect, and adulation of others, and can never know what they really think or think, nor can she blame them for anything. Over time, she will also lose her ability to empathize and consider others, and become stupid and stubborn.

She grew up in the Mingsui Palace, but she may not know more about the Mingsui Palace than Zhu Mo does.

Thinking of this, Shi Daoqing also felt heartache.

She thinks that she has never done evil. Could it be that she is just a stubborn person, just like this old man who kills innocent people indiscriminately but claims to be doing justice for God?

While his heart was being cut out with a knife, Shi Daoqing also felt relieved.

The stagnation in Taoist heart has faded away a lot, and even breathing becomes easier.

It's like brushing away dust from a mirror.

The woman's sword heart is bright and her pretty eyes are shining.

When the old man was about to kill someone, Shi Daoqing floated close to him with cloud steps and struck his neck with his sword.

The old man stopped killing for the first time and showed a serious expression.

He stretched out a finger and pointed at Shi Daoqing's sword finger.

This is the martial arts of Dazhao Temple, one-finger Zen.

His martial arts practice is very deep, and he has also practiced one-finger Zen to the point of proficiency. This finger seems fast and slow, and contains a pure and dustless Zen heart, and also expresses the determination to protect the Buddha.

The two fingers touched each other silently.

The high walls of the dojo were filled with cracks in an instant.

Shi Daoqing staggered back, a pool of blood splattered from his lips.

Although she had some understanding, this understanding could not bridge the gap between them. Facing this demon whose cultivation was as deep as the sea, she still had no chance of winning.

However, this sword is not without success.

Although the old man broke it with one finger.

But the white cloth covering his bloated head was torn apart by the broken edge, turning into dozens of strips of cloth flying in the wind.

As the strip of cloth was picked up by the sword energy, the old man finally revealed his true appearance.

Everyone was shocked.

Wrapped in white cloth, it was actually another head.

A head that is equally ugly, but slightly younger.

This man actually has two heads!

The head slowly opened its eyes, glanced around thiefly, and said sarcastically: "Are you dreaming about being an upright official again? These people have different crimes. Even if they are both killed, their sword skills should be different. Some They should be beheaded, and some should be chopped alive. If you cut them all off like this, how can you talk about fairness? Your level is too bad, so let me do it instead."

"You crazy person practicing Happy Zen, stop dictating to me." The old man said coldly.

"What's wrong with practicing Huanxi Zen? In this world, you should indulge in enjoyment. Only by pleasing yourself first can you be willing to love the world and be worthy of the life gifted by Laojun! What I practice in Huanxi Zen is the Kangzhuang righteous way. What about you? ?! After practicing boy arts for more than two hundred years, suppressing human nature and annihilating human nature, he has become a demon long ago!" The other head was unconvinced and kept taunting.

"Since ancient times, the evil has not suppressed the good. How come you, the cultivator of the Dao, can't compete with me, a demon cultivator, when you steal your body?" the old man asked.

"The evil will not prevail over the good? Hahaha, do you believe this nonsense? If there really was a rule that the evil should not prevail over the good, you would have killed this fairy long ago!"

While the head was cursing, his eyes were also darting around. He first caught a glimpse of Zhu Mo, whom he felt was extremely beautiful, and then saw Shi Daoqing, who was even more shocked. For a moment, he was filled with lust, and his voice softened as he cursed. He came down and begged:
"The fairy's curvy figure must have been sent by the demon king Bo Xun to confuse the Buddha! Brother, my good brother, the enemy of the Buddha is here. Please lend me your body for a while. I want to exorcise this fairy!"

"Delusion."

The old man refused coldly and said: "Where is Bo Xun in the world? The Buddha used it to describe the attachment of the human heart, which is the inner demon. If you are grasped by six desires and breed inner demons, then you are one of the billions of incarnations of Bo Xun in the world. one."

"You are spitting blood! You are also the enemy of the Buddha!" ​​The emotion in that head became intense again.

Revolving around the debate between Buddha and Demon, the two heads became more and more quarrelsome, each claiming to be orthodox and accusing the other of having ulterior motives.

During this argument, Shi Daoqing also recognized the identity of the demon.

Not many people in the world have seen this monster, but once they do, they will naturally know who he is.

He is a traitor to Dazhao Temple.

He is a demon monk who practices hell methods and is known as the two-headed Buddha.

Feel confused.

Three months ago, at the foot of the Tuberculosis Crying Mountain, it was the demon monk Jueluan who shattered Xia Ru's cultivation with a palm of his hand, sending him into the roaring river.

(End of this chapter)