The scholar smiled bitterly and ignored Ye Qingcheng. He looked at the young monk and signaled the young monk to think about it again.

The young monk shook his head and said: "Donor, I will never go back with you. Everyone knows what the Three Tribulations Sect has done in the two states of the East China Sea. Now the lives there have been devastated by your scourge. Although the Vajra Art is a small way,

, but if it is captured by you, the world may never be at peace again. No monk would dare to do such a sinful thing."

At this time, the scholar burst out laughing, laughing hard: "Master, you can think of a plan to kidnap Cheng'er, why do you think you dare not?" The little monk looked at him, wondering what the scholar wanted to say.

The scholar waved his hand and said: "I don't want to bully the small. Since you are a monk, you should debate Buddhism. So, master, is there any difference between saving one person or saving ten thousand people?"

The young monk didn't understand what the scholar meant at this time and replied: "Is there no difference? Does the donor want to argue with me about Buddhism?"

The scholar shook his head and said: "Master, although I have only stayed in Buddhism for a few years, I have also learned several scriptures. When I was training under the master, he once said that Buddhism talks about the four truths and eight sufferings. Birth, old age, illness and death.

It’s human nature. Since we are born with pain, doesn’t it mean nothing? Buddhism talks about reincarnation in the world and retribution in the Pure Land. Monks practice hard in the hope that there will be blessings after death and reincarnation. Am I right?”

The young monk said: "Donor, don't waste your time. Do you agree or not?"

The scholar continued: "But most people in this world are rich and unkind. Since the hard work in this life is to cultivate wealth in the next life, then the sins of the rich in the next life will be borne by the next life, and so on. Master, what's the point of this?

Does it make sense?”

The young monk did not expect that at this time, the scholar would argue with him such a fallacy. After hearing what the scholar said, the young monk did not answer directly.

The scholar was not in a hurry and said slowly: "It's just like you, master. For your own selfish desires, you have to trade a woman's life for the sake of the world, but why can you decide how the people choose? You

It's just for yourself. If it's for yourself, then you are no different from us. So, since master, why don't you join us. Maybe my teaching is your destination."

The young monk did not expect that the scholar could be so powerful. He could make his own righteousness worthless in just a few words. He gasped and said: "Donors don't need to be eloquent. I have my own persistence. The young monk also practiced hard.

A few years ago, you said that I am no different, but the young monk disagrees. The biggest difference between the donor and me is that I will not make choices for the people."

"History will always give some people some important responsibilities. If you don't do it, someone will do it. You evade this responsibility, and I don't want to evade it. Master, do you think this is wrong?"

The young monk simply closed his mouth and stopped talking. The scholar saw that the young monk did not speak. His calm expression finally changed, and finally he let out a long sigh: "Oh, master, are you really not thinking about it anymore?"

The little monk clasped his fingers on Ye Qingcheng's choked voice: "Donor, it's you who make the choice."

The scholar nodded, threw the book in his hand behind him, and said, "Master, you will regret your stubbornness today."

After saying that, he flew towards the young monk. The young monk was shocked. The book was so decisive and not sloppy at all. He completely blocked Ye Qingcheng in front of him. The scholar jumped forward and had no angle to strike at all, but

The scholar didn't move the little monk at this time. He slightly grabbed Ye Qingcheng's wrist with his left hand, and with a little force, he grabbed the taiyin in Ye Qingcheng's left hand.

Although the young monk didn't know what he wanted, he still shouted: "Donor, you are so stubborn, so the monk will accompany you today..."

Before the little monk finished speaking, his eyes widened. Not only him, but also Ye Qingcheng could not believe it and looked at the scholar. At this time, the scholar held Taiyin in his left hand and inserted it into Ye Qingcheng's abdomen mercilessly. The Taiyin penetrated Ye Qingcheng.

, the little monk behind her was also injured.

The young monk pushed Ye Qingcheng out, then held his abdomen and stepped back a foot. He looked at his wounds, then looked at Ye Qingcheng who was lying on the ground, and said with a sad smile: "The young monk made a miscalculation. The donor was so decisive.

Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. You are like a dragon or a phoenix among people. I admire you."

The scholar glanced at Ye Qingcheng, who was lying on the ground, and then turned back to the young monk: "Master, have you figured it out?"

The young monk closed his eyes, clasped his hands and said, "Is there any point in thinking about it, young monk? However, there is one more thing. Please give me some answers."

"you say."

"Donor, how did you see that the young monk's cover is in this position?" After speaking, the young monk pointed to the place where the scholar had just stabbed him.

"Simple, Vajra Art is the unique skill of the indestructible Vajra. Since it is invulnerable, master, why are you hiding behind a woman? I saw that the master has been hiding that position behind Cheng'er just now, so I boldly guessed that your cover should be

In that position."

"What if I'm not here?"

"If it's not there, I'll try another location and I'll eventually find the door. Master, you shouldn't threaten me with Cheng'er's life."

Then someone behind him quickly walked over and tapped several of the young monk's large acupoints, thus subduing the young monk.

At this time, the scholar knelt down and helped Ye Qingcheng up. Ye Qingcheng's white dress had been dyed red by blood donation. The scholar sighed and said: "Cheng'er, this is your life. If you want to blame me, blame me."

Ye Qingcheng tried her best to struggle away from the scholar, but the harder she struggled, the weaker her breath became. She could feel that her life was about to come to an end. All of this stemmed from the fact that she had not seen each other for more than ten years and had met for the first time.

He killed his biological father in pain.

She tried hard to open her eyes and see the scholar clearly, and silently said to herself, no matter what, she would go down and reunite with her mother as soon as possible. If she became a lonely ghost, she would also see clearly what this person looked like, and she would never let him go.

Pass him.

At this moment, someone outside the door shouted loudly: "Be bold!"

Immediately afterwards, three people flew in from outside. The leader, without any explanation, slapped the scholar. The scholar hurriedly dodged to the side, and Ye Qingcheng was caught by the incoming man just as he was about to finish.

"Quick! See if there's any help?" Seeing Ye Qingcheng's appearance, the visitor anxiously said to another person next to him. He turned around and shouted angrily at the scholar: "You deserve to die!"

After saying that, he started fighting with the scholar.

The person who came was none other than Zhou Li of Tianji Sect, Aftershock Tu, Bu Tian.

Bu Butian put Ye Qingcheng down, frowned and looked at the wound that had penetrated his abdomen. The blood was not stopping. Bu Butian thought about it in his mind, then took a deep breath, and then transferred his inner strength to the palm of his hand to quickly pull out the Taiyin. Pull out the Taiyin

When it came out, a blood arrow flew out. Bu Butian hurriedly touched the acupoints to stop the bleeding. However, Ye Qingcheng was already a little confused due to blood loss.

Bu Butian hurriedly shouted to Zhou Li: "Brother, stop fighting. Qingcheng is dying!"

When Zhou Li heard this, he hurriedly separated from the scholar and jumped back to Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng's face was pale at this time, without any trace of blood. She squinted at the scholar. The scholar asked others to take the young monk away, then looked at Ye Qingcheng and said: "If you want revenge in the future, come to me. I'll be waiting at any time.

you."

After saying that, he flew out of the ruined temple and disappeared into the night.

Zhou Li originally wanted to catch up, but Bu Butian stopped him. Ye Qingcheng was in danger at this time. For now, he could only try his best to save Ye Qingcheng's life. Zhou Li and the three of them worked together to leave a trace of life for Ye Qingcheng, and the three of them took Ye Qingcheng back overnight.

To Yashan.

After returning to Yashan from Jingzhou, Ye Qingcheng lay in bed for half a year before she recovered. The revived Ye Qingcheng was even more reserved than before. It was also from that time that Ye Qingcheng began to practice martial arts crazily, and the seeds of revenge were planted in her heart.

, this is her only goal in the future.

…………

Zhou Li sometimes wonders whether it is right or wrong to take Ye Qingcheng to the state religion. As long as she does not take revenge, she will not let go of her obsession. This incident has prompted her to constantly find ways to break through herself. I heard that

She jumped from the altar of the national church during the national football election. What kind of choice was this that made her fearless of life and death?

Maybe...this is her fate.

Before dawn the next day, Ye Qingcheng had already left the Tianji Gate. The eldest son Wufang beside her fell asleep lightly in the early morning. Ye Qingcheng looked at the entire Tianji Gate from a distance from the ring, and said silently in his heart,

Goodbye. Turn around and go down Yashan.

Not long after Ye Qingcheng left, Chu Mu and his party appeared at the location of the Tianhuan. Everyone was a little sad, and Changsun Wufang had tears in his eyes. Wu Qi, with such an out-of-touch character, was speechless at this time.

People went to say goodbye, because no one could stand the separation. Ye Qingcheng's back gradually turned into a small dot in everyone's eyes, and then disappeared at the end of the road.

One of the six heroes of Yashan, Ye Qingcheng left Yashan from now on.

Not far from the lower courtyard of Yashan, a monk in monk's robes and mango shoes stood beside him and looked motionlessly in the direction of Yashan. This man was like a sculpture, not moving for half an hour. Until he saw Ye Qingcheng walking down the mountain alone and leaving.

His head moved slightly, and he watched Ye Qingcheng riding his horse all the way north, then turned around and walked back.

There was a valley not far behind him. There was an inconspicuous thatched house in the valley. The monk slowly walked to the door of the house and knocked gently. Then there was a sound from inside.

"Come in!"

The monk arranged his clothes, then opened the door gently and walked in.

There was only a simple bed and a wicker chair. There was a scholar-looking man sitting on the wicker chair. He was holding a book in his hand, shaking his head and reading happily. When he saw the monk coming in, he put the book aside and looked at it.

The monk asked, "Buddha in the flesh, why did you come back at this hour?"
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