My Darling Sick Beauty

Fortunately, none of this is serious.

Jiang Zheliu's body is indeed different from that of ordinary people. He has some unacceptable pregnancy reactions, but he is stable and mature, and can cope with them.

On the contrary, he was worried about the other party's discomfort, which made him feel uncomfortable. On the other hand, he was worried that Xiao Liushu had a lot of opinions on himself. If he wanted to make conflicts with him, he would have a big problem.

It's impossible to separate. I can't accept it.

The most effective way is to stay away from the little demon king and endure for a period of time alone, which can suppress this reaction... But this seems to be temporary. Jiang Zheliu is not sure whether it will be the same in the future.

On the day of lanruo temple, the rain stopped for the first time. Outside the temple, there was a little monk sweeping the floor.

Jiang Zheliu got out of the carriage early and walked to the outside of lanruo temple. As soon as he got close to the broom, he suddenly felt a strange feeling.

His sense of crisis has always been strong and accurate.

The little monk still lowered his head to clean the ground. The fallen leaves on the ground were swept together, dry and cracked, and the sound of rubbing was swept away.

Standing before the fallen leaves, Jiang Zheliu gazed at the little monk who was concentrating on sweeping the floor, and suddenly said, "the fallen leaves are so numerous, how can they be pure."

"If you sweep the fallen leaves day and night, you will be clean in the end."

This is an opportunity for the abbot of lanruo temple to argue with him.

"When the sun sets and the night falls, when the sun sweeps and the night sweeps, there will be no relief."

The little monk still didn't look up, but repeated in a slightly inflexible tone: "the wind blows on the eaves tiles, and the tiles break my head. I don't blame this tile, it's not free. ①”

Instead of stopping, he said it again, and then repeated it several times, like a machine that had been made. Jiang Zheliu's eyes became more and more fixed, and the Lingxiao sword suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. The blade of the sword scraped across and cut off the broom in the little monk's hand.

He suddenly fell to the ground, convulsed for a moment, and made a sound from his throat similar to that ugly piano sound, which made people dizzy.

Jiang Zheliu grasped the scabbard tightly, and there was a smell of night around him. He stared at the little monk's body and disappeared, leaving only his thin clothes on the ground.

"What's this?" Heard the person night surprised way.

"It's designed." Jiang Zheliu raised his head and looked at the front of lanruo temple. Just as the little monk's body disappeared, the temple, which had been in seclusion for many years, also showed its original appearance - the quiet rooms of the pure and peaceful Zen house, were cut to pieces, full of potholes and cracks in the sound of strings.

The corridor is broken, and the orchid outside is cut off by the stem.

Jiang Zheliu's breath stagnated, his palm tightened slightly, and he stepped forward.

The ripples of the strings on the ground are violent and strong, but they happen very suddenly. It seems that it is a very temporary decision that makes the person behind make such a move.

Lanruo Temple hasn't gone wrong for thousands of years, but it has suffered many setbacks in the short decades.

He closed his eyes and felt it for a while. He found that there was still the breath of living people around, so he went to rescue immediately. Those Buddhism practitioners with higher accomplishments were trapped under the blockade of the residual sound of the ripples of the zither, while the abbot was at the most critical moment and could not get away.

The ripple is not hard to break, but it is extremely complex. Jiang Zheliu spent a lot of time to pull them out of the predicament, but soon he found that master Mingjing was not here.

He lost track.

What's going on

Jiang Zheliu can't help but think of the attitude he got from the dream weaver when he knocked on the side of the nether world.

It seems that there are some things he doesn't know, which are affecting the mutation of the event.

Jiang Zheliu's expression was heavy, and he released Mingjing's younger martial brother and Zen master Mingyuan's bound hands from the afterwave of the Qin sound. When his spiritual power touched the ripple, he burst out an extremely harsh sound.

It's not lethal, but the sound is so loud that people's ears are buzzing.

Behind Jiang Zheliu, there was a shrill cat cry. He turned and looked over. He saw Xiao Luo jump up and hang on Chang Qian's body. He looked over with tears in his eyes. He was pale and scared to death.

Chang Qian's eyes, nose, and heart are expressionless, and his eyes are not strabismus. Liu Xiahui is innocent and pure.

Xiao Luo hooked the boy's neck and blinked at Jiang Zheliu with big eyes. Then he released his hand and ran to Jiang Zheliu's feet to rub it. He sobbed and said, "it's terrible!"

"I know..."

"I think of that man!"

Jiang Zheliu made a move, watching him quietly and listening silently.

"It's gray hair, a man. He couldn't find the adjective. He thought for a long time, "he looks like a good man."

Looking... Like a good man?

Jiang Zheliu thought and said, "little devil."

"Well."

"What do you think is the probability that the right elders who were thousands of years ago would go astray and go astray?"

Wen renye did not experience this hypothesis, hesitated for a moment, and said: "the probability is very small, I mean... After thousands of years, I will be possessed again. The process of being eaten away is too long, and sometimes the decline of Tao heart is just a moment."

His idea coincides with Jiang Zheliu's understanding.

"He took master Mingjing. What do you want to do? "

"It's not strange to do anything about the pure Yang holy body in Buddhism." Wen renye said cruelly and rationally, "it's still the practitioners of the fruit position of the king of Tibet, who always have a way to draw benefits."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment and took a deep breath. Instead of commenting, he turned to other Buddhists to discuss the matter. However, most of them didn't see the real face of that person. Many of them lost their consciousness when they heard the music.

On the contrary, Xiao Luo, in the situation that the other party has no scruples about these little demons, meets that person on the contrary.

"It's like a notice." Jiang Zheliu looked at Wen renye and said, "I always feel that you have a chance to stand in the same direction."

Smell person night smoked to smoke corner of mouth, full of disdain to this person, extremely repulsive ground cold hum a: "just him?"

"You're really strong." Jiang Zheliu said, "but it's not stable enough. I can't let you risk completely losing control."

Although lanruo temple has been destroyed by Qinyin and covered with ruins and tiles, it is very easy to clean up a quiet room for meeting.

After hearing this, the old ghost, who preferred to communicate remotely in order not to meet at night, appeared quickly with a surprising speed.

Three quarters of an hour later, Jiang Zheliu looked at the candle in front of him. The dark and damp ghost rose slowly and condensed into a human form from the shadow of the candle light.

What is black hair micro volume, very short, hair only left to the back of the neck, skin pale colorless, nail some translucent.

He sat on a mass of black air, and his body slowly solidified into a solid body. It seems that he hasn't recovered from his last fight with Wen renye. He turned his eyes, moved from the body of Wen renye to Jiang Zheliu's face, then looked around and asked, "what do you want to do with him? What did you say before? "

"The holy body of Buddhism has always been of great trading value." Jiang Zheliu said, "before, we only talked about wenrenye's illness. He instructed me to come to you

He didn't see him for such a long time, but finally he had to show up in person. His whole body was filled with that kind of uncomfortable smell, like a greasy and cold poisonous snake.

"Is it worth destroying lanruo Temple just because it is a Buddhist body?" What seems to question the table, incredible way, "Lao Tzu did a long psychological struggle to put back the people, let don't know what caught?"

Hearing that night was more angry than he was, he raised his hand and patted him back. He stared at him and said, "if you talk, you can talk. What do you do with me?"

What is it like? "... you two, you motherfucker..."

The ghost was under the eaves and had to bow his head. He really couldn't beat the night of hearing people, so he could only stop talking and said: "how long you crazy can live, most of it depends on God's will. When you die, he becomes widowed, and a group of people want to pry away day and night, what are you crazy about?"

The little devil was stabbed in the center slot, and felt very painful. He was so angry that he called out a long knife and nearly killed the old bastard on the spot.

But he was held by Jiang Zheliu.

Little willow only used two fingers, gently pulled his sleeve, smell people night is like a lion with neck, can only press down everything in front of him, listen to each other's advice.

Jiang Zheliu held him down and turned to put Lingxiao sword on the table. His eyes were as cold as a cold star. He said directly, "I'll come."

What is it like

"I'm not looking for you to lose your temper." Jiang Zheliu said, "who is the person who can make the piano sound? What's the origin and whether it matches the trace in front of me? I want you to answer me completely and without mistakes. Only in this way... "

He stopped for a moment.

"We can come up with a clue." He observed what look like, "take master Mingjing back from his hand."

What seems to look at him for a moment, without any grudge, directly cut into the content——

"The old monster is Zhang Chengzhi." He said, "you should have heard it."

Jiang Zheliu was stunned.

Chang He Xian Zun Zhang Chengzhi, his reputation is not heard, it is like thunder. He is the closest person to the right path thousands of years ago. He has made many outstanding contributions and his reputation can be compared with the reputation of Jiang Zheliu.

However, this one is also recorded in historical records. Without a specific period of time, it is difficult to know which one is most likely to be recorded. Moreover, from the perspective of Jiang Zheliu, it is very difficult to connect this series of things with this elder.

"At the beginning, he robbed me of my Taoist seed and granted me a real spirit. His vitality was greatly damaged." He said, "however, although his piano sound is not good, it's not his best method. It's just a minor adjustment. And Zhang Chengzhi's seal is to take away the Taoist seed. It's not a glorious thing. It's normal that you don't know about the cultivation world

Jiang Zheliu pondered: "breaking the boundary membrane, pressing the furnace, catalyzing the demons, robbing master Mingjing. This man has no rules to follow."

But one thing is certain, that is, he wants to destroy the world, and he has been observing Jiang Zheliu for a long time. Otherwise, he would not have come to lanruo temple, and this would have happened later.

Such a sudden thing, master Mingjing

Jiang Zheliu's thoughts were broken, and he suddenly said, "do you know each other?"

Ho Suo narrowed his eyes and didn't answer immediately. Instead, he covered the senses of other creatures besides the three. Then he slowly replied, "if it's Zhang Chengzhi, we do know him."

This seems to be a breakthrough.

"The previous life of little monk Mingjing was that 'Huijian' who was full of Zen spirit."

Huijian is the title, and Zen is the name. Mingjing's real name is Yiche, but it's not the surname. It's the surname changed after the cultivation of Buddhism.

"He wants to transform me." He seems to restore a bit lazy tone, "Zhang Chengzhi is not the same, he simply... Want to kill me."

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"It's a pity that if you have more than your heart and less than your strength, you can only seal it."

The grey haired man sat in front of Mingjing.

He was dressed in a robe, with a flute hanging around his waist, a piano on his knee, and two spirit swords at the bottom of the box.

He looked at him in clear silence.

"Yiche." The man said, "since you call this name, why do you never want to know everything."

Mingjing still didn't speak.

In his heart, the deceased has passed away. The past is like dust. He is no longer a "sword of wisdom" or a ghost. He is just a small and ordinary practitioner. He practices calmly, admires and rewards his predecessors. The memories of his past life are just a cloud and smoke, and need not be regarded as existence.

But he can still feel that Zhang Chengzhi's state is not right.

Gray hair men even talk one card at a time.

He looked at him in clear silence.

"It's Zen." The man stood up and wandered in front of him for a few steps, "I failed to join the Tao, half because you were stubborn and delayed my time, the other half because you..."

He didn't go on, but made a blunt statement: "because you have affected my heart of Tao."

Mingjing looks at him. After he finishes this sentence, he seems to completely relax something. He seems to have finished his last wish for someone else. His whole body's breath changes, and he seems to have completely become another person.

After a long silence, Mingjing spoke in a low voice.

"You are not the elder," he said. "Who are you?"

The gray haired man stretched his waist, then sat in front of him, reached out and fiddled with the piano in hand, making a series of ethereal but harsh sounds.

"What do you think?" The man smiles and reaches out his fingers. A wisp of heaven's killing opportunity appears between his fingers“ Who am I? "

"You are..."

Mingjing's words stopped for a long time, some of them could not believe their intuition, but he had to believe them and had to speak.

"The end?"

The gray haired man seemed very surprised. He looked at him in surprise. He laughed and dissipated the killing chance of the sky in his hand. He praised: "it's worthy of being Zhang Chengzhi's little bald man. I thought you could guess for a while."

Heaven's murders slowly and silently gather.

There is a killing intention of heaven in him.

Not only does he want to destroy the great world, but also the great world wants to destroy him. However, the way of heaven is merciless and invisible after all. It can only adapt to the reversal of all things, but can not really intervene.

Heaven's murders can generally be collected in thunder robbers, and this sudden condensation can only show the person in front of us... No, this "thing" is already against the will of the world.

"... why." Mingjing asked.

"Who knows." Finally, he smiles, "Zhang Chengzhi, who cultivates merciless Taoism, is in a state of confusion. In the end, he can only ask for death, but we who are immortal are desperate to be affectionate in order to really live."

"We?" The little monk captured a precise word.

"Ah..." he finally found his slip of words, but he didn't seem to take it seriously. "Your name is... Zen Yiche, right? Fortunately, I found you, or I can't eliminate Zhang Chengzhi's influence on my will. I left a clue for Jiang Zheliu. He will find you soon. Don't worry. "

"And then?"

"Then." With a subtle smile, he said, "I'm dead. I have to be free."

Mingjing didn't speak any more, even closed his eyes. He didn't want to spend his energy to guess what kind of relief the other party got.

Maybe those unchanging, silent and cold Tao species, those consistent part of the road, after tasting the taste of being human, will find that the feeling of love and righteousness is more painful and difficult than being a dead thing.

Love and hate are bitter, love and justice are often in a dilemma, perfection is not easy to get, many are endless regret.

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Note 1: Wang Banshan's poem is quoted.

Changhe xianzun is a good elder. Without him, he would have been a demon in the end and would not be trapped in his body until now.

But in Mingjing's heart, there is only career, only his Bodhisattva.