Death Sutra

The dream was once at your fingertips, Shi Qingjue raised his arm, and now he smells the fascinating atmosphere, like the fragrant and fragrant in the courtyard after the sound of the blue sky in the evening of the summer, every time, many young monks The pace of the game will become slightly rushed, and the chanting of the evening class will be a few more ups and downs.

At that time, Shi Qingjue did not know the source of this vague emotion. Under the guidance of the master, he regarded it as a sinister magical thought, spent a lot of time learning how to confront it, and finally he woke up, not only accepting the temptation of magical thoughts. I have to take the initiative to pounce on it and embrace it. If the front is a sea of ​​fire, he is willing to go out with the smoke. If the foot is a cliff, he is willing to enjoy a moment of joy before the bones are broken.

However, the magic thoughts opened a big joke with him. The first "witch" that made his heart beat was a dead man. He was in the heartfelt memory of a group of wealthy businessmen mourning Xiao Fengqi. The second one is even more His infatuated obsessive object, but when the future is bright, the fragrance disappears.

Perhaps this is the arrangement of the Buddha, who specifically punishes his disciple who is not steadfast in his will. Shi Qingjue recited a few verses with his hands and then said aloud to his half-life idol: "Go your grandmother's ball."

More than a dozen Tieshan leaders are struggling to quarrel, the stars are flying, the arms are entangled, and they are going to fight. No one has put the so-called military division in the eyes. Suddenly heard such a swearing words, all of them are holding on. And, looking at him together, it seems that the most timid little man under his hand was in the fire and then rushed to the front with a gun.

Shi Qingjue understood that he was only an outsider. He did not have any deterrent effect on Tieshan. He found that more than ten pairs of evil eyes were staring at himself. They could not help but tremble and open their mouths. They wanted to explain that they were not theirs. But one word can't be said.

The entangled arms were separated, and a short, strong head went to Shi Qingjue, pulled out the waist knife, and supported it on the ground, making a gesture of listening to the ear. "Tell it again. Are you letting us roll?"

Shi Qingjue stood up and said one word at a time: "Take your milk..."

He didn't know what he was afraid of, his life was sad and ridiculous, and only a few voices from his heart could make it serious.

The robbers don't have the subtle minds of the monks. They are just a habit. "The king of the shell, the vulture of the soft egg..." Then it is another habit, and the knife is cut.

Shi Qingjue initially measured. I feel that I can beat this leader, but in a narrow tent, if everyone is slammed up, there is no reason for survival under the knife.

He was trying to get out of the way, but the knife he had cut was opened by another knife. "Wait." A face-faced head said, "Listen to the monk."

"He is a curse!" The short-headed head seems to have some taboos to stop him, and put down the knife. Still very convinced.

"The monk can't die." The sullen head screamed, and then said to Shi Qingjue: "The monk. The courage is not small. The lady appointed you to take charge of Tieshan during the lifetime. We respect her, so give you a chance to talk. It makes sense. Everyone drinks. No reason, **** your ancestors, we will drink your blood in a few pieces!"

The original arguing leaders agreed with this, nodding their heads and pulling the knife, and surrounded Shi Qingjue. The short-headed head licks his lips and looks ready to drink blood.

Shi Qingjue had a mess in his mind. He could only think of where to say it. The voice was louder than anyone else. He didn’t show any coziness. "You argue that who is the culprit in killing the lady, I want to say that this has a fart. ?Tieshan is full of 3,000 people, and there is a 10,000-strong army around the camp. It is difficult for us to protect ourselves..."

"Don't say 'We are'." The yin leader interrupted him. "Don't you just want to say that Tieshan does not have the power to avenge? That may not be the case. The Dragon King and the One Step King are not in the same position. Who killed the Miss, Tieshan casts another One party, how can I take revenge with his strength?"

Everyone nodded, although there was controversy over who was the real murderer, but how to avenge their opinions is very consistent.

Shi Qingjue made a series of laughs, delayed the time a little, and then said, "And then?"

"And then what? Revenge has hated it." The short-headed man said.

Shi Qingjue shook his head again and again, covering his mouth, and his face was scorned. "Then Tieshan will be completely swallowed up by the Dragon King or the One Step King. Even the name will not be left. You may be able to avenge the lady, but take the tens of thousands of brothers of the entire Tieshan. Since then, Datou and Luo have never been remembered."

The short-headed leader will cross the knife. "Fart, how do you know that Tieshan will be swallowed? The knife in Laozi can disagree!"

An older head sighed. "The monk said a little truth. Have you forgotten it? Just last year, we were almost eaten by Jinpengbao. If the lady did not want us to come back, the brothers would have worn Jinpeng. The armor of the army."

The short-sighted leader swept his eyes around, and whispered angrily: "There is nothing wrong with joining Jinpengjun. The one-step king will definitely help us revenge."

"Is the enemy still not knowing the Dragon King? What are you worried about?" Immediately, the other leader’s leader said loudly, the trio had a quarrel between the words, and this time they both held the knife and the posture was even more fierce.

Shi Qingjue pushed the short-sighted leader who was blocking the road, walked into the middle of the crowd, turned a blind eye to the swaying knife, and said loudly: "All for the Iron Mountain, what can be noisy?"

"Listen to him." The three or four leaders first gave up the quarrel.

"What do you say?" The short-sighted leader followed Shi Qingjue and pointed his knife at his waist.

"I said that the name of Tieshan can't be lost. The big head **** and the young lady are never willing to see the brothers become the subordinates of others, so we don't trust anyone."

"That's really no way to take revenge." The sinister leader spreads his hands and hands. "There are only 3,000 people. In fact, they don't even count."

"Not necessarily." Shi Qingjue did not have any means in his heart, but he knew that he had to swear on the scalp. "When the Dragon King escaped from Jinpeng Fort, there was only one person. After several years of work, he led the army back to Yucheng and the one-step Wang Yi. High, Tieshan three thousand brothers, is it not as good as the original Dragon King?"

"Everyone knows everything, and says something concrete." The short-sighted leader is approaching another step, and the tip of the knife is only a few inches away from Shi Qingjue.

Shi Qingjue turned around. "The contest between the Dragon King and the One Step King will not end after the match, and will continue. This is the opportunity for Tieshan to take revenge. Let's sit on the mountain and wait for them to lose both time..."

The sinister leader looked at him suspiciously. "Monk, are you not a dragon king?"

"I know that Dragon King is later than you. I haven't said a few words with him. I just stayed at him when I was just vulgar. I am not a Dragon King. I have never been. After joining Tieshan, it is even worse. ”

The leaders did not believe it. Only one person said: "In any case, the monk saved the lady, and the lady personally appointed him as a doctor, and entrusted him to take charge of Tieshan."

"He also killed Nago himself." Another leader said in vain.

Nago betrayed the daughter of the Great God. His sins are awkward, but in the eyes of the Tieshan people, the person who killed him should be at least a brother of the army, not an "outsider."

Shi Qingjue raised his head. "Give me another chance. I will still kill Nago with one shot. Yes, as long as it is a person who offends the lady. I will not hesitate to kill, no matter who he is. I admire Miss. Everything is done to get close to her, even if she is willing to step on her feet, but she is dead, I have only one thought left - to avenge her, even if I am suffering from a thousand knives, as long as there is still a breath. Revenge for her."

These words were so eloquent, the leaders looked at each other, and the Luoning tea was amazing. The Tieshan soldiers have always been proud of them. In private, they naturally have all kinds of illusions. But no one dared to speak out in public, it was a kind of awkwardness. The monk who had just joined Tieshan for a few days admitted it, and he was justified.

The short-headed man suddenly waved his knife and slammed into the ground and patted his chest. "Men's husband, dare to dare to say, his grandmother, I also like Miss, she looked at me, I can have a spirit for a few days. Vibrate, monk, just by your words, I am a brother, I believe that you really want to avenge the lady."

The other leaders hesitated for a moment, and they also pierced the weapons into the ground and said loudly: "Revenge for the lady."

Shi Qingjue had a battle in the backwaters, but he did not expect to succeed. He was preparing to say a few words of rhetoric. He rushed into the small head from the outside and said excitedly: "Come, come, the grandson of the big-headed god, the younger son of the young lady." It is."

The leaders hulated and rushed out of the tent to greet them. Shi Qingjue, who had just gained a little trust, was thrown into the tent and waited for a while, and also caught up.

It was already dark, and Shangguancheng, who was hiding in Han Fen’s arms, was warmly welcomed by an unprecedented enthusiasm. Tieshan’s soldiers were almost out of the camp and huddled on the side of the road, as if the child was coming for the first time.

Shangguancheng was a little scared and hugged Hanfen’s neck tighter. Han Fen was elated. “Hey, when I came, there weren’t so many people. What happened today?”

The leaders ran over and squatted, Han Fen said with a smile: "Come on, everyone is too polite, I have no preparations..."

Shi Qingjue took a step late. After he fell down, he got up first, walked to Han Fen, stretched out his arm, and looked forward to the child in her arms.

Shangguan Cheng was so uncertain that he didn't even dare to look at the strange bald man until he was encouraged by Han Fen's eyes. He turned and slowly leaned over.

Shi Qingjue took care of Shangguancheng cautiously. He did not hold it in his arms. Instead, he held it high and looked up at the crowd. He said that he said: "The owner of Tieshan, this is the owner of Tieshan!" , plus a title, "Iron King!"

The voices shouted, and the words "Iron Gun King" shouted out from all the population. Shangguan became fearful dissipated, and his face was excited and red, and he shouted with everyone in a tender voice.

Shi Qingjue held Shangguancheng in his arms and said to everyone: "Tieshan has another master. The first thing we have to do is to leave this ghost place. Tieshan does not need protection. Tieshan is the first gang in the world, that is. It’s going to be rampant.”

Silence for a moment, louder cheers, more than a dozen heads were shocked, no one knows when the dominance has fallen into the hands of the monk, but they immediately cheered up, no one wants to raise objections at this time.

Shangguancheng was unclear about what happened around him. He didn't even know that the Iron Gun King was himself. He curiously reached out to touch the bald head of a stranger, and instinctively felt that this embrace was also safe.

(Seeking for a recommendation) (To be continued.)