Chapter 69 All sentient beings suffer

People come to the world to suffer. When you are born, you always announce your arrival with a cry. I have never seen anyone come to the world with a smile...

The afternoon skylight evenly sprinkled the light through the light yellow window paper. Let people see the things in the house clearly. Han Feng suddenly found that what was depicted on the window paper was a story. An eagle spread its wings in the air and looked very fierce. A bloody piece of flesh was grasped on the sharp and curved claws. An old monk's chest was open, and his arms were bloody. However, the old monk's face was kind, and there was no pain in his face... Han Feng read a lot and knew that this was the story of the Buddha sacrificing his life to feed the eagle.

Xi Zhong said lightly, "Buddha's verb, all sentient beings suffer." The vice president had already seen through the bitterness and bitterness of the world. Although the sensation on Yu Xuanji's face surprised him, it did not move him.

Yu Xuanji said with a wry smile, "Xi Zhong is right. Life is a painful practice. Only those who have come out of the pain in their hearts can achieve a great career.

Han Feng suddenly said, "Farmer grows in spring and harvests in autumn, suffering from the wind and frost, but has the joy of family; the royal mountains and seas, enjoying the prosperity of the world, but cheating, who knows the pain in his heart? ......”

Yu Xuanji's old eyes stared at him, and his eyes lit up a lot in an instant.

"What Mr. Han said is good, but it's just my suffering, but not a person's suffering. It is related to the suffering of thousands of farmers in the Xuanhuang Dynasty." After a pause, he squeaked his lips as if he were tasting the bitterness in his mouth, and then continued, "If this country is gone, we don't even have a place to suffer."

Xi Zhong's voice is like a voice from another world, and he said lightly, "Baiyun Canggou, the world is like chess. In tens of thousands of years, I don't know how many dynasties have changed. Who can say that this world only belongs to the Yuan family?"

"Presumptuous."

The electric-eyed martial artist shouted and was about to lose his temper. Yu Xuanji looked back at the man. Today, he was just talking about Taoism and had nothing to do with the grand purpose. The man lowered his eyebrows and answered, "Yes." Then he stopped talking.

"What Vice President Xi Zhong said is reasonable, but after all, the truth is true. If our dynasty is defeated and the alien invades, people with strong martial arts can travel around the world without being disturbed by things, but those poor people of vegetation will be reduced to dust and trampled on by others."

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The two's argument overflowed in the fragrance of tea, and the sun was unconsciously setting, and the red sunset coated a touch of rouge on the light yellow window paper. The story of cutting meat and feeding eagles is a little more enchanting in Han Feng's eyes. A feeling that had never been felt before surged into his heart.

He blurted out that no one had the right to destroy the happiness of these thousands of creatures. Even princes and generals, let alone aliens. Whoever wants to make these thousands of creatures suffer, he must first gamble with his own life. The voice was faint, but there was an invisible force around the room, and the three people couldn't help looking at him. The light red afterglow actually gave his face a strange luster. The faint luster made his face as holy as jade. The three couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and he seemed to have entered meditation. After an epiph, people couldn't help thinking of this word, and their eyes were full of strangeness when they looked at Han Feng.

I don't know when Han Feng woke up from meditation and felt that his mental strength was as smooth as mercury, and some of the stagnation in his chest were suddenly penetrated. Mental strength has reached a new height. He looked at the three people in front of him shyly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted." In fact, he felt that he had been in the spiritual world for a long time, and it was only a moment for others to see him enter a state of meditation. At this moment of lightning, he has stood at a new height.

"Can you two know the situation in today's world?"

The fish mystery suddenly asked, and the kind eyes of looking at Han Feng made him a little furious.

Xi Zhongdao, although I am in the deep mountains, I still know a little about it. Today, the Holy Emperor is still a good emperor. He is diligent and loves the people, and thrifty. He can wear clothes for several years and patches... However, the world has accumulated deep disadvantages. The ministers are scrambling to imitate the Holy Emperor in the dark, but secretly they are arrogant and luxurious and bully the king... Although the Xuanhuang Dynasty is located in the center of the Xuanhuang continent today, It was one of the birthplaces of the Xuanhuang civilization, but in this era of the law of the jungle, it can only protect itself. Strong enemies are surrounded by wind and rain...

Yu Xuanji also had a little more respect in his eyes when he looked at Xi Zhong. In his tone, he asked sincerely, may I ask the owner, what can you do if you are the emperor of today in such a chess game that seems to be defeated? Xi Zhong was stuffed for a moment. He thought for a moment and said slowly. I only knew how to watch chess, but this technique of breaking the game was not good. You are going to find another person... Although he didn't say anything, he could blow up his shortcomings, and everyone's anger was also heartbreaking.

There was an unconcealed disappointment in the eyes of Yu Xuanji, but he was a very eye-catching person and did not ask any more.

After a moment, Yu Xuanji suddenly turned his eyes to Han Feng, who had been silent during this period of time, and said, "Can Mr. Han know one or two..."

Han Feng smiled and said, "In front of the elder, there is no room for a boy to put his beak..."

Xi Zhong didn't dare to say anything. As a disciple of Qingcheng, how could he talk about it? Wouldn't the vice president be too faceless?

Xi Zhong suddenly said, but it doesn't matter. Don't miss me. There was a smile in those vicissitudes of eyes, and he seemed to see through Han Feng's thoughts.

Looking at the eager eyes of several people, the strength of Chunyang's old wine gradually made him a little angry and bloody. A speech began here.

Looking at the world's poverty and weakness, the master is weak and the minister is strong, and the foreign enemy is staring at it. It seems that it has reached the edge of the blade... Everything seems to be hopeless. But there is nothing you can do if you want to save it. If you want to save the world and help the universe fall, you only need two words.

In an instant, the elegant room was silent, as if even the beating of people's hearts could be heard. The faint red light outside the window rendered everything illusory. He raised his eyebrows, looked around at the hungry and thirsty look of several people, and smiled faintly, "Talent."

The key to today's world is only one talent. Nowadays, the Holy Emperor can't be blinded by the villain, can't be heard, believes and suspicious, loyal and sees slander... It's really sad and lamentful that he is full of literature and martial arts in the dynasty and doesn't see anyone. The aliens are powerful, but they are not all without weaknesses. For example, the Xuanhuang Dynasty used people properly, so that all the capable ministers in the world gathered in the dynasty. There are generals who can fight on the horse, and there are ministers who can plan when entering the court, and they can take care of yin and yang at four o'clock. If people in the world can live a happy life, the world will return to their hearts, and the country will be rich and the people will be strong. Even if it is possible to unify the whole Xuanhuang Continent, how can you be afraid of a few clowns?

The old face of the fish mystery jumped with red light, and there was something shining in his eyes. The old **-like wrinkles on his face seemed to stretch a lot, and he couldn't help asking. But when the world is ardent, where are the talents? I'm afraid such a sage can be called a saint. I wonder if there is such a person in today's world?

The two questions were thrown out like beads, and people turned their eyes to Han Feng to see how he answered.

Han Feng smiled and did not answer. He reached out and picked up the teacup, took a faint sip and said, "Good tea."

Yu Xuanji asked again, Han Feng just looked at him, with a faint smile like a clear lake under the red afterglow. Xi Zhong suddenly said that it was getting late and I should go back. After saying that, get up and say goodbye. The fish mystery stopped talking, and the host and guest said goodbye.

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Only the fish mystery and the electric martial artist are left in the elegant house. The red light in the room had turned gray and black, and the sky had darkened, and a fist-like night pearl began to shine white. Yu Xuanji sat on the chair with a golden knife, but the man stood aside and stood respectfully.

Yu Xuanji said, "What do you think of this man?"

The man said respectfully, "As the vice president of Qingcheng, Xi Zhong has some insight, but his ambition is not famous. It is difficult for the court to use.

"You know I'm asking that boy."

The fish mystery said faintly and was shocked. The man quickly bowed and saluted, and his subordinates were ignorant. It's just that Han Feng is full of big words and words that are amazing, which is hard to believe, and he can't help but be suspected of being young and arrogant.

"Hmm."

The furrows on Yu Xuanji's face look more unpredictable, and with a low answer, they don't say anything. Stop for a moment and mutter, extraordinary people must have extraordinary words. It's just that Han Feng has been a playwd since he was a child, and he is unruly, and I'm afraid it's difficult to use it for his master.

The man boldly said another sentence. Yu Xuanji looked at him with the remnants of the corners of his eyes, and the rapidly changing brilliance was like an old fox who had been practicing for many years. Staring into his eyes for a moment, he suddenly smiled and asked, "Really?" He reached out and picked up the herbal tea on the table and drank it all at once. The man stopped talking and followed him for many years. He knew that the old man in front of him had made up his mind, so he spoke like a stone.

A faint word sounded in the dark, back to the five clouds...

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A young man is walking on the unparalleled bluestone road. The evening sun pulled the two people's tall figures into a long shadow. The afterglow was shining on the backs of the two. The old man in front has a beard on his face, and the young man behind him has long pale blonde hair. This is Xi Zhong and Han Feng.

"In your heart, who do you think that saint is?"

"Naturally, he is a person with outstanding martial arts skills and insight like the vice president."

"Don't flatter me. I can't be such a person, and I dare not be such a person." After a while, he asked again, "Do you want to talk about yourself?"

The teenager smiled and said, "That's what you said. I didn't say it." The bright eyes are like shining cold stars in the twilight.

The old man sighed: "The saint is too bitter..."

There was a trace of solemnity in the teenager's eyes. Facing the sunset, he said word by word, "All sentient beings are suffering."