Chapter 49 On the Eve of the Martial Arts

"Why did the benefactor kill?"

The monk's voice is very low and his tone is very light, but he has a bright smile, which makes it difficult for people to be disgusted.

Across the seven-story Moyun Building, the indifferent question clearly penetrated into his ears. An Bochen frowned and did not open his mouth.

Although the feeling of that shot had passed away, the wonderful feeling brought back by Shenyou overnight still lingered in his heart. Looking at the handsome monk downstairs, An Bochen faintly found that there seemed to be a very special breath lurking in his body.

"In the past, the Buddha sacrificed his life to feed the eagle as a disciple."

The smile bloomed, and the monk put his arm to the mouth of the eagle. The dying eagle seemed to be aware. He opened his eyelids with difficulty and pecked at the monk's arm.

In An Bochen's uncertain eyes, the eagle gradually regained its vitality. The beak was still covered with blood, fluttering its wings, hovering on the top of the monk's head, staring reluctantly at the monk's wrist. The next moment, it flew to the monk with a ferocious face.

"Saling my life to feed the eagle is the goodness of my Buddha. But beasts and so on don't know kindness, don't know how to be taught, what's the use of saving?

With a sigh, the young monk shook his head and looked indifferent.

As far as he could see, An Bochen's heart suddenly jumped, and he saw that the falcon had not yet approached the monk, but suddenly stayed in the air, and his body could not help trembling.

The monk put his hands together, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, and his face was full of compassion.

When the morning light fell, the eagle's body suddenly twitched. The next moment, it wailed, and a thick finger hole in its abdomen burst open. Then it fell to the ground and was silent.

Opening his eyes, the monk looked at the eagle with no expression on his face, raised his head, and looked at An Bochen on the tall building.

"I, Buddha, have mercy on all sentient beings."

"The little monk is not beautiful, and I don't know the name of the benefactor."

Facing the eyes of the young monk, An Bochen's expression was stiff and he did not speak.

It's not that he doesn't want to open his mouth, but that he can't open his mouth.

The monk looked at it with a smile, his eyes split open the dawn, and went straight into An Bochen's eyes, but it seemed to have an indescribable strange force, forcing An Bochen's whole body to be stiff and difficult to move.

The ascetic monk in front of the Buddha has been practicing Buddhism for more than ten years. Once he came out of the Buddhist hall, he traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, read people in several countries, and finally came to the prosperous Liu Dynasty. I thought that the people in the country would be as beautiful as this prosperous world. Unexpectedly, under the Moyun Building on Zhuque Street, I caught a glimpse and saw a shot that even he was amazing.

At the alternation of day and night, the mysterious and extraordinary gun pierced the morning light and fell into his heart, as if the fire had fallen, igniting the heart of the ancient well on the road without flowers.

The ascetic monk in front of the Buddha has been practicing Buddhism for more than ten years. The Buddhist classics are all-in-aware, and a Zen heart can defend thousands of monks. However, even if he recited the Buddha day and night under the incense of the Buddha's voice, he had not washed away the evil spirits in his forehead and eyes.

Looking at the stiff teenager in the pavilion, Wuhua was still smiling, but there was a little confusion in his heart.

Judging from the previous shot, the teenager in blue at least has the strength to be close to his own cultivation, but now... It's weird.

The young monk felt slightly sorry. He only said that An Bochen was also such an embroidered pillow. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a strange whisper came to his ear.

At the beginning, it was low, but later, the more deaf it became. Only he could hear it. The early people passed through the Moyun Tower and curiously glanced at the young monks.

In his eyes, the young man in blue didn't know when he had held the gun in his hand, and the tip of the gun trembled gently and roared.

Holding it tightly and innocently, the water and fire fell into the barrel of the gun along the heart of his hand. Originally, An Bochen only wanted to use the silver gun to calm his uneasiness, but the silver gun in his hand gave birth to an unprecedented wonderful feeling.

At this moment, An Bochen only felt that his hand and the silver gun were integrated, as if it had become a part of his body. The water and fire fell into the body of the gun, as if it were flowing in another meridians, without any hindrance.

The meaning of the return of the divine tour has become clear again.

......

What are people, what is heaven and earth, but a drop in the chaotic world, floating and living like a duckling.

The body is the sky, the water and fire are the spirit, with the soul palm, and this gun is also like the other side of the sky, connecting the water and fire, holding the gun with the heart, the two sides of the sky are combined into one, and the separation is in the heart.

......

That night in the temple, An Bochen first led the gunway of "the unity of people and guns", but today it is a step further, and the "unity of people and guns" has reached a small success.

But this is just one of the countless mysteries brought back by Shenyou. The rest are hidden in the soul of the earth. Perhaps only by entering the fairy mansion again can you understand it all.

However, only this one has inadvertently raised An Bochen's state of mind. Holding a long gun in his hand, people and guns are one. He is one, and his heart is not distracted. The two potentials of water and fire flow rapidly between the meridians of Zhou Tian, and his eyes appear.

At this moment, An Bochen not only broke away from the demonic eyes. His momentum was from the gun, condescending, and looked down at the slightly stunned monk.

In a blink of an eye, the young monk smiled, stood with his palms together, and stood quietly under Moyun. His jacket swayed without wind, and he was even more handsome.

I don't know when, many young girls came to the rosefinch street, dressed in colorful clothes and rushed to the Moyun Tower. At first glance, the monks from the State of Qin were all stunned, in a trance, and the feelings in their eyes.

Such a scene has been seen a lot. The corners of his mouth are smiling, his heart is like water, and he looks at the teenager in the pavilion seriously.

After knocking on the scriptures for more than ten years, his hands, which have only grabbed the wooden fish mallet, suddenly felt a little itchy.

At this moment, a few joking voices came out of laziness.

"Where did the thief bald donkey come from? It's splashing here."

Only one sentence broke the momentum of the confrontation between the two.

A bald donkey?

Wuhua was suddenly stunned, and only felt a drop of cold sweat slipping on his forehead.

From the age of seven to now, he has been praised and praised everywhere. He is used to the pursuit of women in the State of Qin, and he is also used to those admiring eyes and messages full of women. He knows that he was born handsome, but as a monk, how can he be attracted by this?

However, he couldn't figure out that he didn't look like a thief's bald donkey.

Wuhua raised his head and saw that there was an extra person beside the young man in blue, a red-haired girl in a plain dress with sleepy eyes.

Thinking for a moment, a faint smile appeared on Wuhua's face, facing Sima jin's palm.

"Amitabha, the little monk has no glory, dare to ask..."

"No flowers?"

Sima Jin didn't seem to wake up yet. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the monks downstairs carefully. After a long time, she smiled.

"It's really a bit like the flowerless monk in white... Little white-faced monk, where should you go? We don't have any flowers and plants in Moyun Tower. If you want to pick flowers, go to the painting house by Wangjun Lake. There are many there.

No flowers? A little white-faced monk?

Standing downstairs of Mo Yun, Wuhua's face was stiff and a little at a loss.

He has never been molested like this since he was a child. As soon as Simajinfang opened his mouth, he couldn't stand it. There was scattered laughter in his ears. He only felt that his cheeks were hot, and the nameless fire rose from the bottom of his heart.

But when he looked at the red girl again, he was suddenly stunned and saw a trace of blue light in the girl's eyes, which was instantly gone.

Land products?

There are only two people in this building who are as good as their own. They seem to be much younger than themselves. This Liujing is really a place where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden. In this way, it is not impossible for a new god to hide here.

Wuhua said secretly in his heart, suppressing the nameless anger, smiling carelessly, and shouting.

Amitabha. In this case, the little monk will ask the two of them for advice in the future.

Wrave the sleeves of the robe, Wuhua no longer stranded, and stepped forward.

But as soon as he took two steps, the girl's laughter came to his ear.

"Going the wrong way, flowerless monk, the painting is in the east."

With a panic, the young monk blushed and did not look back. He strode and left in a hurry.

When Wuhua went far away, Simajin withdrew his eyes, and the joke on his face disappeared, slightly dignified and thoughtful.

Turning his head and looking at An Bochen with wide eyes, Simajin smiled faintly and shook his hand in front of his eyes.

"Okay, don't hold on any longer."

When the words fell, An Bochen's body trembled slightly, breathed a sigh of relief, slowly withdrew his momentum, looked at Simajin gratefully, and did not say anything.

The previous momentum confrontation seems to be invincible, but in fact it has the upper hand. After all, he has been in the Qin Temple for so long and often practiced with the martial monks. In the actual battle, he can't cultivate the momentum compared with the first brother of An Bochen. If Sima Jin hadn't come forward to relieve the siege, once An Bochen's momentum was brewing to the peak, he would still have no choice but to do anything, and he was bound to eat back.

"No flowers... A man is not afraid of being laughed at when he takes this kind of name.

Putting down the silver gun, An Bochen muttered to himself, but amused Simajin beside him.

With a smile, Simajin didn't say much, but her doubts increased.

She was born in the Sima family. She is well-informed and psychic. Naturally, she knows the origin of that young monk.

Wuhua Monk, the only disciple of the divine monk of the State of Qin, the legendary natural bottomless hole, handsome and unparalleled appearance, but he has never left Kyoto of the State of Qin... What happened to the sudden appearance of Liujing today?

As long as you don't disturb me, otherwise...

A cold light flashed in his beautiful eyes. Sima Jin looked in the direction of the palace and his eyes flashed.

There is still one step away from getting the fairy secrets. Tomorrow, Xiao Anzi will go into battle. That's a battle that she is determined to win. She doesn't want to make any more trouble.

There was a noise downstairs, chattering. An Bochen looked curiously and saw many young girls gathered downstairs, looking at him excitedly from time to time, clenching colorful handkerchiefs.

As soon as his heart moved, An Bochen turned around and looked at Simajin with a narrow smile on his face.

"Hong Fu, these people..."

"It took me two days to find so many warbler and swallows for you. Tomorrow, we will go to the martial arts arena to cheer for you, commonly known as the group of relatives and friends. Well, don't thank me. I haven't finished building a campaign for you. If Liu Jun wants to hold Li Lin, he will definitely hold you first. Xiao Lao and I will add fuel to the flames. At that time, whether he can get off the stage will ask about the gun in your hand.

The laughter of the girls came from my ears, and the word "An Bochen" floated out from time to time. The monk of the State of Qin had just slipped away, and then it was An Bochen's turn to be at a loss and blushed.