Sealing Knife

Ji Qingyan, Duan Yadao, is a strange man.

Compared with the sternness of the master of the Poyun sword, the stunningness of the three swordsmen, and the talents of the Confucian and the Northern Xia Wentao Wulue, he is too bland.

He is like an ordinary ordinary man, with ease of words, deeds, laughs, admiration for the appreciation of personnel, far away from unhappiness, and his life can be ordinary and true.

Compared with the decent and decent people who hold the banner of the word of justice all the time, or the people of the devil who are full of platitudes and deceptions, Ji Qingyan does not like the amazing words, balances people's knowledge and judgment, and advances and retreats into a standard in his heart, and then clearly Spreading the steps, others are still talking, he is already doing things down to earth.

After so many years have passed, some of the speakers have been shut forever, and he continues to do things.

Because of this, when Sekong first saw him, it was clear that this man was no longer young and handsome, but his eyes were still very clear, and there was nothing but a light and gentle smile like spring breeze.

After three meetings on Taoism, the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism have their own spirits, but the two men replaced the wine by the mountain spring beside the Songxi in Houshan.

Ji Qingyan took the Taoist way of "doing nothing", and Sekong won the heart of the Buddha's "compassion". The two did not deliberately avoid the different paths, but instead expressed their opinions on their differences. After a pot of spring water, they nodded. At the turn, it became the meaning of fishing.

Sekong asked: "I heard that Taoism's face-to-face technique is quite unique. Can the Taoist get a glimpse of this?"

Ji Qingyan asked: "Master believes in fate?"

Sekong rumors put down the porcelain cup and smiled, "The poor monk believed in Buddha."

Ji Qingyan laughed with his palms in his arms, and then said, "The master's forehead is broad, his eyebrows are deep, his eyes are deep, his lips are thick, and his earlobe is round, I am afraid ... some will commit peach blossoms."

When the sky was blank, he shook his head with his palms together: "Dao Chang laughed, the poor monk was a man in the Buddha's gate, and he cut off six red dust."

Ji Qingyan leaned back and leaned against the old tree with a crooked neck, and smiled slowly: "Buddha or Tao, let's say that I am a foreigner, and one day I didn't stand between Red Dust? Eight hundred Red Dust Three thousand causes and effects, no one can measure the will of the heavens, not everyone's heart, so how can we talk about the six roots? In the end, it is just 'Even if you open your eyes to see the red dust, and you are pitiful as a person in your eyes' (Note), when you think you are out of the world Just fell into the vulgar. "

"Dao Chang said, it is reasonable." Sekong remained silent for a long while, and suddenly reached into the water. "However, the red dust is like muddy sludge, and the practice is like running water. There are those who are trapped in the jaws and heavy turbidity. Those who purify themselves are those who purify themselves. From the perspective of the poor monk, both clean and unclean look at the static and the unsteady ... Amitabha. "

Ji Qingyan's tone was more gentle and gentle: "The master has a pure land, and naturally is the best. It is the Buddha who is the one who believes you, not the life. Of course, it is not a matter of confusion and perplexity."

After drinking two pots of spring water, they smiled at each other and ran for each.

Ji Qingyan is actually very busy. As a group of heads, he ca n’t hang out for a long time. Huiwang Chenfeng handled the backlog of two months of sect affairs, and routinely asked the visiting disciples about the long-standing divorce from the palace, and then guided The disciples practise martial arts, and from time to time they have to go down to work in three mountains and four seas. It is the practice of seeing growth and doing things. I wish I could split a person into a dozen or so.

In the summer and autumn of this year, he was shocked by the floods in the Yunsha River and harmed more than ten counties and counties. The imperial court immediately ordered the local government to provide disaster relief, and the neighboring martial arts sent people to help in the past. The Taishang Palace is far away from this, but Ji Qingyan just happened to travel here, without a word, he joined the disaster relief rescue. Leng Buding looked at the bright head in front of him, and suddenly smiled.

Ji Qingyan slapped him on the shoulder and said: "Infinite Heavenly Sovereign, the poor Dao has a destiny with the master."

Sekong turned his head back and put his hands together in front of him: "Amitabha, Shanzaishanzai."

The natural disasters are ruthless, and the floods have affected tens of thousands of people. They have lost their relatives and friends, and have damaged their wealth and family. They are already sorrowful, and even the conscience is also lost. Instead of cheering, they take advantage of the fire and robbery, making the already sad days. It's even worse. Ji Qingyan and Sekong had met several times. Although they tried to stop it, it was just in vain that the symptoms were not cured.

Words and persuasion were only pale relief before the natural disasters and man-made disasters, and the use of violence to suppress violence would aggravate the conflict. Ji Qing Yan Ning thought for a long time and decided to open a free clinic.

After the flood, the corpses ran wild, and it was summer and autumn, and it was very easy to get an epidemic disease. Moreover, many of the refugees were wounded and sick. Even if the physique did not continue to revive, it was just weak.

Teaching people to fish is worse than teaching people to fish, and the only way to get rid of heart disease is to save oneself.

Ji Qingyan's medical skills are not bad, who in the Taishang palace has some headaches and brain fever, all come to him for medical treatment. It's just that a clever woman can't cook without rice, Ji Qingyan runs out of money, and the medicinal materials she bought are just a lot of money. Fortunately, the administration of the government is not trivial. After seeing him, he quickly rushed to call the doctors in the neighboring county to bring people with drugs and come everywhere. Opening a free clinic, but also some manpower and resources to help Ji Qingyan do.

The color sky does not distract the yellow, so he simply carried the giant stone with a martial arts body to build a river embankment. In the daytime, he stepped over the muddy water shallowly and shallowly. At night, he used some dry food to rest for a while, and began to meditate on the meditation. Over time, the confused victims spontaneously came to his side to watch, the number of people changed from less to more, and the expression slowly recovered from disappointment and despair. Ji Qingyan looked at him and couldn't help but smile.

On that day, they met the girl Lan Lan who was riddled with lessons.

Ji Qingyan only glanced at her, and knew that the girl's temper was as straight as her spine, rather arrogant, rather than bent, her body was lingering blood, but there was not much gloom in her eyes.

Their first meeting was a disappointment, but soon afterwards, Ji Qingyan felt that someone was spying in the dark, there was nothing malicious, just full of consideration.

Sekong also found out, but the monks had always been quiet as stubborn elm lump, and they didn't say a word, and didn't have much life.

Until that cold night, a woman in a blue skirt helped the sleeping monk to the camp. Ji Qingyan looked back. She bent down and placed the person on the hay-bed. Her face was impatient but the movement was very light.

The woman dangled her eyes and raised her chin: "I am He Lianyue."

Ji Qingyan tasted the name in his heart for a moment, and only read out the meaning of "Gu Ying self-pity", which is not worthy of the woman's arrogance. However, he has never given people a hard time.

After this night, he was finally helped to share the pressure of the free clinic here. Although He Liyue's medical technique was not clever, the point of acupuncture was extremely fine, and it was even soft to deal with trauma. She has a bad temper and can provoke Liu Liu's eyebrows upright, but Ji Qingyan observes her for a few days, and has not seen her lose her temper with the innocent old and weak women and children. people.

He Liyue yelled that clothes, food, and housing were not good. He had to go home early, but there were more and more herbs sent to the camp. When Ji Qingyan counted, he saw the accompanying businessman squeezing the face of fear. A little speculation.

However, he didn't hate this kind of rhetoric, and even appreciated it. After all, there are many people who speak good things in the world, but few people who do beautiful things.

It was just that Ji Qing Yan's heart was upset. He saw He Lianyue's eyes lingering on Sekong's back, and he also found that Sekong commemorated the Sutra more and more.

If the heart is unsteady, he will be chaotic. Why is he chaotic?

Ji Qingyan saw a touch of light red on the eyebrows of Sekong, and suddenly thought of a simple statement on the banks of the Songxi River that day.

As they walked ahead, Sekong was still chanting scriptures, his eyes were closed, and nothing was seen. He relied on the sound of the horses and carriages of the same pedestrians to recognize the road ahead.

He looked at the monk's lips, and then looked back at the figure of the woman that gradually disappeared at the corner of the mountain road. He couldn't help but interrupted, "Master, do you think she is beautiful?"

The color was empty, and he said: "The monk's humble opinion, the poor monk ..."

"You didn't look at her in your eyes, thinking about her in your heart, so what's the difference between opening your eyes and closing your eyes, seeing and not seeing?" Ji Qingyan shook his head. "If you don't move, why don't you talk about calmness?"

Sekong opened his eyes, looked up at the rising moon in the sky, and said nothing for a while.

Ji Qingyan grew up in the tenth year of Sekong, talking about Taoism and knowing his fellows. He was half an elder, and he said: "The dust heart has moved, how do you think?"

Sekong murmured: "I don't mean Muai's **** to her, I ..."

Three thousand karma and three thousand karma, he just took the chance to see the Ying Qiao person, like a stubborn stone cracked a crack, and a new sprout grew out of it. Although it did not flower and bear fruit, but it took root and twigs, climbing vines, Wrap the remaining stubborn spirits under a net like life.

Emotional business moves into a robbery.

Ji Qingyan could n’t help but sigh, but he did n’t have the right to set his beak, and he did n’t say that Sekong was a very decent person. There was no room for outsiders to intervene in the matter of feelings alone.

Sekong meditated on Zen along the way, Ji Qingyan also hoped that he could put down this dust edge, Mo dragged himself and hindered the woman, but did not expect that they would meet again a few days later when the leaves were flying.

Ji Qingyan looked at He Lianyue and laughed at Yan Yan. Both inside and outside were secret temptations. The color sky seemed to be indifferent, but the fingers moving the rosary shuddered inadvertently.

She was emotional, he was distraught, so he was terrified, nothing more.

Ji Qingyan has nothing to say, and can only be accompanied by others. He hopes that no one will make a big mistake until both hearts are clear, so as not to make everything go wrong.

However, unpredictable things happened in the battle of Si Ju Gu.

On the occasion of the conflict with Zhao Bingmo, the sword of Luosha, Ji Qingyan glimpsed a trace of complexity from those seemingly cold eyes. It was not the feeling of strange enemies, but it seemed that the old things were repeated, but the old man was not so familiar.

His heart jumped, and she deliberately induced her swordsmanship. The more she fought, the more she was shocked. A thought came to her mind. Unfortunately, the next time the battle was broken, she reluctantly turned to attack others.

If it was found that He Lianyue was Zhao Bingmo that surprised him, the things that happened with Zhao Bingmo after the color sky fell off the cliff made him sink all in one heart.

Ke Jiqing has no position to blame someone who has suffered serious injuries, nor is he qualified to question a woman with deep affection.

He could only hug her as she stumbled, taking them out of the most difficult path while consoling.

Ji Qingyan knew that Zhao Bingmo had heard her words in her ears, but it was a pity that she was full of passion in her heart.

Suddenly he understood what.

If the fire covers the salary, the growth will be fiery; if it is a recipient, the love will grow. Although the fire is blazing, everyone can give up; love is burning in the world, and it is lingering. (Note 2)

When Sekong woke up, Ji Qingyan had been with him for three days and two nights. After the arrangement was concise, he said: "The Abbot of Wuxiang Temple sent someone to come back to you and want to make you the first."

It is said that Sekong was stunned and shook his head: "The poor monk is not worthy."

"Because you broke the color ring?"

When Ji Qingyan Xian Shao had such a straightforward and almost pressing question, Sekong silently nodded and said, "The poor monk broke the color ring, moved his heart, and cultivated with negative teachers."

"So, what are you going to do?"

Ji Qingyan looked deeply at the empty color, even the gloom of his eyes flickered away, and when he saw his silence, he said: "The Taoists talk about love, they are free and easy, and they are in agreement, so what about the Buddha?"

For a long while, Sekong said: "The Buddha's disciples break their passions and desires because they have negative feelings for their own personal feelings, but they have deep feelings and serious confusion, and it is useless to read as many Buddhas as possible. however……"

After a pause, the young monk lowered his head and whispered: "However, there is a word of love, love and hatred at both ends, passionate and eager to admire, easy to be impulsive, but not self-sustaining, so it is changeable, only ... Compassionate, only Cheng Da Ai will survive the storms and never change things in the past. "

Ji Qing Yan Chang sighed.

Color is not different, empty is not different. Color is empty, and empty is color. Want to know that line, same is the case.

Zhao Bingmo's affection for Sekong is the most common and true feeling for men and women; Sekong is for Zhao Bingmoth because of his destiny, but his thoughts change, but he is the most Pure and the most unspeakable detachment.

Her love with him is like the bones of human beings.

What Zhao Bingmo wants to be successful is the private feelings of the two hearts, but it is the equal love of all beings that the sky is to complete. From the beginning, their feelings were not in the same heart. Now that they have reached the mountain pass, no one knows whether they will go the same way or go astray?

"Sekong," Ji Qing Yanzheng said, "You are compassionate and loving, there is nothing wrong with these, but also remember ... Ego is also for me, and love is love, and your compassion must be equal and fair. If you want to live up to Galan, you'll be true. "

Sekong followed the wagon of Mercedes-Benz, he knew it or not, and Ji Qingyan could not know. Just seeing that Zhao Bingmo caught up with him, Ji Qingyan's eyelids jumped, and he hurried to Wuxiang Temple, which just happened to stop a decisive battle that was almost losing both sides.

Ji Qingyan saw it clearly, and Sekong kept his strength at the last moment, which was tantamount to showing mercy on this matter that was not allowed by the world.

After Zhao Bingmoo's victory, Ji Qingyan thought about it. After thinking about it, Ji Qing Yan Si didn't rush to forget the dust peak, but quietly sneaked into Wuxiang Temple.

Ji Qingyan did not expect that on the first night of Sekong ’s return to the temple, he confessed everything to the abbot, the emperor, and the law enforcement elders, and he did not conceal his disturbed, broken minds, and his forehead slammed heavily on the stone floor Prostrated, said: "The disciples have negative teachers, insult the Buddha, should be punished, not dare to involve the teachers, completely accept it, and never shirk."

The abbot was frightened, Zuan Yuan was furious, and he was heavily hit with 180 rods. Ji Qingyan hid in the dark and looked in his eyes, and he could smell the thickening blood.

However, from the beginning to the end, Sekong was unable to resist the internal force, and did not cry out for mercy, but clenched his teeth and received each other, and each rod was a sentence of Amitabha. After waiting for 180 rods, he was already flesh-skinned and his speech was out of tune.

The abbot was the teacher he taught, and sighed and pityed: "Oh, idiot, how do you think of‘ Amitabha ’?

"Ami ... Buddha ..." The color was lying on the ground, barely supporting the body. After hearing the words, tears flowed to his face, and he slowly closed his palms. He said, "Master ... There is nothing difficult to read the Buddha. , It ’s hard to break love and hate (Note 3) ... but the heart is upright, where is the world, not Galan? "

He couldn't cry, but said no regrets.

Ji Qingyan finally realized that the reason why Sekong was willing to lose to Zhao Bingmo was simply because he came back to ask for one crime and break the door for two. He had already made the decision to give up or give up.

After a period of ups and downs, Ji Qingyan didn't know whether he should lift his heart or relax, but before he thought about it, suddenly someone broke into Wuxiang Temple and brought a message--

He Lianyue, the master of the moon sword, is the real sister of Helian Shen, the master of the funeral palace.

At that moment, everyone stood on the spot, Ji Qingyan subconsciously looked at Sekong, and for the first time saw a blank on his face.

Within ten days, all major schools of Baekdo knew about the news. Those who had seen the jokes in Wuxiang Temple and those who had a full tolerance all changed their faces. Some people say that the demon girl is deliberately insulting, she deliberately insults the Wuxiang Temple; others say that the demon girl does not know shame, and seduce the Buddhist disciples to be rude ...

All kinds of conspiracy theories are overwhelming, burying simple and pure romantic feelings, leaving only ulterior motives spurned by others.

A few different voices, like the waves splashing in the sea, were instantly obliterated by the oblivion and achieved the final concerted effort.

The day when Zhao Bingmo came to Wuxiang Temple, the temple was furious, and somehow, a generation filled with indignation wanted to rush out to catch her, regardless of life or death.

There was only one monk in front of what Qianfu pointed out.

Sekong leaned against the door behind him, listening to Zhao Bingmo ’s patting on the door, he used all his life to learn, and moved the sword, light and sword that he wanted to break out of the door between the two punches. . "

So Ji Qingyan forced Zhao Bingmo away.

He doesn't know what punishment Sekong will be after today. He only knows that if Zhao Bingmo doesn't leave, everything that Sekong did is really empty, and he will inevitably regret it for not doing anything.

Once, Ji Qingyan did not like to repeat; now, he cannot say more.

As soon as Zhao Bingmo was forced away by him, the warriors of various factions chased down the mountain. Ji Qingyan faced the instructions of the thousand men without saying a word, and walked away.

What other people say, in Ji Qingyan's opinion, it doesn't matter. After all, it's people who are watching the sky. Standing upright is more true than clever words.

He has already done what he should do, and he has fulfilled all his feelings, even if the matter is right or wrong, everything is gone.

Ji Qingyan is just a pity.

All love will be impermanent for a long time; things are so fearful that life is in danger. Worry is caused by love, and fear is born by love; if you are separated from love, there is no worry or fear. (Note 4)

Aoshan Araki said:

Note 1: From Wang Guowei's "Hunxi Sand".

Note 2: From "Lust in Love".

Note 3: From "French Land".

Note 4: From "Wonderful King Seeking Dharma".

"Feng Dao · Buddhism and Taoism" is officially over, maybe you will have a thousand difficulties, but the same goal is the end of their belated thirty years.

There are also some foreshadowings that are not explained in the future, including some things about the host Ji Qingyan, so stay tuned.

Take a break and open the new chapter and turn back to the main line of Chu Ye. The plot line + emotional line are double open. Pray that I will not die on the keyboard ...