Sealing Knife

There was a mess in Du'e Cave, with fist marks on the walls and **** splatters all over the place. Even a breath could swallow a **** knife, cutting the person from a sore throat into the lungs.

Sekong sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands clasped together and chanted "Longevity Mantra", Buxue leaned against the cave wall, unable to see with the blind man, and his expression changed.

It was not until the stone door was pushed open again that it broke this strange silence.

"Is the needle medicine ready?" Zhao Bingmo pushed the door in, and the blood stains on her face had dried up. She didn't raise her hand to wipe it. She only pulled out the white towel and wiped off the remaining blood on the blade. Going out, see cold and cold.

Bu Xueyao straightened his body and said, "Yin Gong mainly used him to practice his exercises and could not use poison. He then applied some anesthetics and sealed his three points with three gold needles to keep him safe for three hours."

"It's rare that you can still do something, I hope you don't have any moths." Zhao Bingmo hooked his lips and returned the cleaned scimitar into the scabbard.

The color space of the cross-legged chanting finally opened: "How do you deal with those people?"

"You ask me?" Zhao Bingmo's eyes fell on him like a scorpion with a sharp tail, stinging pain in his life, "Old bald donkey, you just took a few lives from me, don't you know? "

Silent, Bu Xueyao felt cold.

The war just started, it was unexpected, and it ended unexpectedly.

Zhao Bingmo seemed to put all the pain of the bereavement on Sekong, with a scimitar in one hand, a strange pick and a strange sword, and a variety of swordsmanship, Bu Xueyao was watching from the sidelines. A blind man?

Sekong was trapped here for many days, his body was weak and blind, and it should be said that he should have been slaughtered, but Bu Xueyao did not expect him to have the power to fight.

He was glad that he had not acted rashly, even if the tiger fell into Pingyang, it was not the time when the wolf dog could bite up.

Zhao Bingmo's tricks are tricky, and the tricks are ever-changing in a blink of an eye. However, the color space is constantly changing, and the punching and defensive movements are not leaking, and the brakes are static. The blade approached his life door several times, but they were blocked at times when they couldn't let it go. If it were not for nothing to save, it would be a deadly battle with Zhao Bingmo.

There is no loss of both sides, only the same.

However, Zhao Bingmo was in a very good state, wild and unwilling, but Shikong was in poor condition and worried. She could not hold her for a while, and soon she was overwhelmed.

More than forty people were taken half of his life from Zhao Bing Mo, and the rest were splashed on the spot.

His blood was stained with red robes, and Zhao Bingmo was covered with blood. After she slashed back against Sekong, her gloomy face laughed loudly, and she leaned forward and back, and her waist seemed to break.

Sekong was under the sword, but he stood upright. He stood in front of those who were rescued by himself and said, "The war is over, you should let these people go as you promised."

Zhao Bingmo chewed at the corner of his mouth and sneered: "You all say that you are a" West Buddha ", you might as well change to" Muddhism ", you can't protect yourself, but also thinking about these wastes ... Oh, well, you are willing to be involved To death, I will also see you in the end, I will protect you for these people. "

Bu Xueyao frowned at that time. They sneaked in to ask that Chan Shan was acting in secret. It would be easy to leak the wind by leaving an extra mouth. Although these twenty or more animals have been madly cut, it is troublesome if they are seen by intentional people. It's a waste to feed them, so why bother?

However, Bu Xueyao thought so, but there was no strange color on his face. When he saw Zhao Bingmo, he smiled slightly and said, "It's just some two-legged animals. It ’s okay to die, just ... "

"Since I opened my mouth, I will handle it without worrying about leaking the news." Zhao Bingmo glanced at him, seeing Sekong loosening his fist, knowing that the old bald donkey was willing to give up his hands, and then sneered. " I ’m going to deal with these animals. You ’re left to deal with this old bald donkey, do n’t get the duck that flies up. ”

After she finished speaking, she no longer looked at Sekong and Buxueyao, and whistled to call her own "magic scorpion", and escorted the remaining twenty or more people out of Du'e Cave.

Zhao Bingmo had no good words to speak. He was never annoyed when he was empty. He just smiled and said, "You have never promised anything."

"Of course." Zhao Bingmo kicked off a stone and smashed it against the wall of the cave. "I dug their eyes and broke their legs, lest these lunatics would kill me and kill them, and shut them down. If you leave water and food in a cave, if you can stay here and be saved by others, you will all see God's will. "

After a pause, her gaze swept away from Xueyao, as if prying into a heart of a viper, and smiled again: "Until then, no one can find them."

Bu Xueyao was pierced, but he was not annoyed and smiled frankly: "Left Guardian is thoughtful, because the slave family is too timid and afraid of things. Anyway, it has been handled properly, so I won't ask more."

"Since that's the case, you should go." Zhao Bingmo lowered his face, "You have been shrinking in the Tou Cave for so long, and the 'Sky Spider' is only enough to form a net in this neighborhood, so that the prey can't be torn open. You are embarrassed and trivial, and you can only be guilty if you break something serious. "

Bu Xueyao was ridiculed by her even running with her, and she did n’t know if she had taken out her good temper for a lifetime, but she did n’t even refute it. She only turned her eyeballs between her and Sekong. Then the answer went out.

There was a voice of personnel mobilization outside the door. Presumably, Bu Xueyao took away the "Sky Spider" originally stationed here and went up the cliff.

Only Zhao Bingmo and Sekong were left in the stone room. The blind monk turned his beads on his knees and said something in his mouth. Zhao Bingmo looked at him from the top, and the stormy winds in his eyes slowly stopped, leaving only the waves. Water.

Sekong suddenly said: "Thank you."

Zhao Bingmo raised an eyebrow: "Thank me for what?"

Sekong turned his head slightly: "Without you, those people may not be able to keep alive."

"It's your indecision that will make it difficult."

Without the outsider, the dense, sharp-edged stings on her body seemed to be put away. Suddenly, she had thoughts of conversation and asked, "Bald donkey, you have been cultivating Buddha for so many years. What does that mean? "

Sekong flicked his finger at the bead, and then smiled: "Comfort."

Zhao Bingmo chuckled: "Living yourself to what others want to see, you can't get anything but the empty name of the imaginary, which kind of‘ comfortable ’is this?”

Sekong said: "I can do what I want."

There are so many troubles in the world that there is nothing more than contending to be victorious and pursuing fame and fortune. Even if you are dedicated and conscientious throughout your life, you will not be able to see it in the end.

Only thinking and thinking can do what you want, so that you can do what you want and what your eyes can do.

Sekong was born as an ascetic monk. Unlike Semen, Seoru, he traveled with the master from his childhood, and had seen too many roughnesses and sufferings. In the end, even if his eyes were blind, how many poor mountains and bad waters, and all personnel matters, were remembered. on.

Zhao Bingmo looked at him, his five fingers clenched into fists slowly.

She asked: "So, do you think you can really become a Buddha?"

Sekong didn't answer, instead: "The poor monk tell a story ..."

Someone once asked the Buddha, what is the six roots?

The Buddha said that the calamity was broken, and it was broken.

Thousands of people once asked the Buddha, how to solve the seven sufferings?

Buddha said, pick up and put down.

Once all sentient beings asked the Buddhas, how can we cross the eight difficulties?

The Buddha said, make a choice and be willing.

"One person and six roots are impure for the seven emotions, the thousand and seven sufferings are for the five aggregates, and the eight hardships for all beings are for the difference of one thought." Sekong raised his head, "Master Zhao, do you understand?"

The answer was a loud slap.

Zhao Bingmo was beaten fiercely this time, and his empty face was crooked to the side. The waxy and bluish cheeks immediately became red and swollen, and blood bleed from the corners of his mouth.

His expression remained the same, but Zhao Bing Mo's eyes were red. If there is a person with long eyes here, he must think that she will cry the next moment.

But she did not.

Like those ruthless people who beat their teeth and swallow blood, Zhao Bingmo will never cry in front of others, even if he is a blind man.

Her eyes were red with blood dripping, but her face was numb. The slap did not withdraw her hand. Instead, she slid down and landed on Sekong's shoulder and neck.

An extremely cold internal force penetrated through the bones, overbearing violently raging between the meridians, straight into Dantian, Rao Yi was able to help his white face, and even a thin layer of frost on his eyebrows after a while.

Pearls of sweat rolled out on his forehead, but the sweat was also cold and icy, as if it had fallen off the ice when he rolled over his face.

The hands and feet paralyzed by the drug tremble under this domineering and extremely cold internal force, and the golden needle that seals the big hole is also ready to move. Sekong's own internal force also grasps this slight gap and begins to resurrect.

After three inaudible soft sounds, the three golden needles nailed by Bu Xueyao have been forced into an empty body under the internal and external striking of two internal forces from Zhiyang to Yin. A few curls consciously.

"Helian Yu will be here soon, and you have no time to pretend to be dead." Zhao Bingmo straightened up. "This time it was easy to introduce the poisonous snake into the hole, not hitting seven inches. The dead is us. Since you want to save all beings, , Just let yourself be a bait. "

Sekong stroked Dantian with his hands, adjusting the internal force that suddenly burst away from the shackles, and smiled: "Okay."

He was old and lost his eyes again. His bare head and gray face were embarrassed, but this smile was like the old lampstand in front of the Buddha statue, lit by the bean fire, but it showed a bright corner.

That year the monk at Lanxi Bridge also had such a bright smile, soothing the little girl who had just been rescued by him. That smile shook the girl ’s eyes. She let the boatman stop the wooden paddle and smiled crisply: "Monk, I will help She sent it to town, you tell me a scripture about Dharma, OK? "

He chanted a buddha, and said with a smile: "Okay."

The two voices overlapped together, and Zhao Bingmo was a little trance, but the trance was only a moment, and she calmed down again the next moment, and left the forefront behind her head.

"Hellian Yu reached the eighth floor of" Thousand Tribulation Gong "as early as two years ago. In the past two years, he has been training martial arts with martial arts. His skill is getting higher and higher, and his temperament is becoming more and more shady." Tao said, "Six years ago, I was still able to affect the 'Eternal Life Gu' in his body through secret methods, but now I can't feel the Gu breath, indicating that his internal force is enough to suppress the Gu Gu."

Sekong said: "You are afraid of him."

"Yes." Zhao Bing Mo's lips and corners are like hooks, his eyes gloomy.

She is a wise woman, always aware of current affairs, or she will not be able to sit where she is today when her elder brother dies, and Helian Yu can use her but do n’t believe her, and she did n’t need his trust. What keeps the relationship between the two is nothing but benefits and bargaining chips.

Unfortunately, Helian Yu did not intend to keep her three points.

"You are afraid of him, but you have to get rid of him. It seems that he did something that violated your bottom line." Sekong's fingers slowly moved the rosary, "is it the funeral palace, or ..."

"Both." Zhao Bingmo raised his eyelids. "He has a big appetite and wants to swallow the sky all at once, but he is not afraid of being broken."

The color is clear: "Seek rebellion."

"He disregards the rules of the rivers and lakes and wants to plan his future. This is nothing wrong, but the foundation of the funeral palace cannot be destroyed by his humble seed." Zhao Bingmo smiled coldly. Mu Qingshang ... "

Sekong said: "The old things are carried forward, and regrets are hard to change.

Zhao Bingmo's smile became more sinister, but he didn't linger on the topic. Instead, he reached into his arms and found a small oil paper bag and smashed it on Sekong.

Sekong fumbled to open the paper bag, which contained a pill.

"Huiyang Dan 'from Baiguimen, you must have heard of it." Zhao Bingmo stared at him, "When Helian Yu comes, you will eat it. Even if the Buddha can't kill him, always It can be dragged to the end. "

Between her words, she rubbed her scabbard with her fingers and looked at Sekong without blinking her eyes. As if the other party had a hint of cowardice, she would pull the knife out of the sheath and cut off his head.

However, Sekong's expression remained unchanged, and even the fingers holding the pill did not tremble.

He just put the pill in the palm of his hand and turned his head in the direction of Zhao Bingmo, still the same word: "Okay."

Zhao Bingmo closed his eyes and turned to attach his palm to the stone gate. He was about to push out the door, and behind him came a question from the sky: "He also came this martial arts meeting, do you want to see it?"

Zhao Bingmo walked in a step without looking back, and his voice was dumb: "How is he?"

Sekong smiled: "Very good."

"... then don't have to see it."

Zhao Bingmo pushed the stone door open, the gap was very narrow, and she closed again when she flashed out, leaving only a dark and unspoiled room.

Sekong's hands fumbled for a few times, and then slowly tossed the beads, his dry and white lips murmured and said: "Looking at the free Bodhisattva, when the depth is as long as the paramita, and seeing all the five aggregates are empty, all suffering. Sari, empty is not different color, color is not different, color is empty, empty ... "(Note)

His fingers flicked, but only for a moment, he continued to toss again.

"Color is empty, empty is color."

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Note: From the "Prajna Pharaoh's Heart Sutra".