The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu was not interested in the specific pictures.

He read the book.

There are pictures in those books.

Zhao Layue looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said, "I still don't understand, what is the meaning of this kind of thing."

Jing Jiu said: "Natural things have natural interest. If they are really boring, how can the human race reproduce?"

Zhao Layue said: "I understand the truth, mortal life is limited, and you can understand it even if you are greedy for pleasure, but why are there many people who are cultivating in the Tao? Uncle Shi of the realm, he still misses this matter and even picks flowers everywhere. "

"Yin and Yang Dao are also Dao, and the evil Dao means are not mentioned naturally. As far as I know, the monks of the East Yi Dao said that the practice of Shuangxiu is quite particular, or it can give a glimpse of the corner of the Dadao.

Jing Jiu said: "Qingshan does not repair this way, but like Xilai Peak and Shangde Peak, there are also many buddies."

Zhao Layue naturally knew and even knew Gu Han's ideas, but she never thought about it.

Jing Jiu said: "Let's go."

Zhao Layue nodded, seemingly calm, secretly relieved.

The night breeze moved slightly, making her short hair more messy, but unable to lower the temperature on her face.

The picture I saw just now made her sword heart restless.

She looked at Jing Jing Jiu and found that he was really as usual, and could not help but admire it. She thought she was the most trusted heir of Shishu, and Daoxing was indeed very deep.

Just as they turned around to leave, they suddenly heard a scream from not far away.

Immediately afterwards, they heard the sound of sticks falling on people, the miserable crying of women and the insults of endless ears.

Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiuyi and asked, "What should I do?"

Jing Jiu said: "The monks generally do not interfere in the world."

Zhao Layue noticed the general two words in his sentence.

Jing Jiu also said: "There are countless tragedies, countless wicked people, and unclean killing."

Zhao Layue said: "So what you see is nothing?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

Zhao Layue said: "If you see it?"

Jing Jiu said, "Look at the mood."

"I don't think so."

Zhao Layue said, "I will do whatever I want. If I can't do it, what else can I do?"

Jing Jiu said, "Follow you."

Zhao Layue said, "Are you here?"

The sound of sticks in the distance had stopped, and only the crying and abusive voice of the woman continued.

Jing Jiu looked at the distance and said, "I can't reach it."

Zhao Layue looked over there and pinched a sword tactic.

Forth Sword broke through the sky and smeared an unlucky red on the night sky of Shangzhou City.

There were several sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground in the distance, and then a scream.

At the next moment, Firth's sword broke through the air and returned.

Jing Jiu did not expect that Zhao Layue's sword was so neat.

Thinking of her once saying that she was fierce on Shenmofeng, he laughed.

While inspecting the outer periphery of Qingshan, Zhao Layue once killed some monsters.

Yin San died in front of her, that was killed by Master Meng.

Zuo Yi died in front of her, which was killed by Jing Jiu.

Today is her first murder.

Her right hand shook slightly.

At this time, she saw Jing Jiu's warm smile and felt calmer.

Jing Jiu reached out and rubbed her head, her eyes full of relief.

In Zhao Layue's opinion, this is really weird, and he couldn't help saying, "Are you sick?"

Jing Jiu said nothing, handed her a hat, and put on her own.

When he chose her, he didn't think too much.

It now appears that this decision is correct.

The little girl has the style of killing her with a sword.

Shangzhou City woke up.

There was a light illuminating the alley, footsteps sounded, and there was also the screams of the soldiers.

A skinny little girl was lying on the corner of the wall, her face pale, her eyes loose, her clothes messy, her lips peeled because of dryness kept moving, and she didn't know what to say.

Around her, four headless bodies were lying on her back, blood was pouring all over her head, her head rolled far away, and her face still had an obscene and violent expression. It seemed that the moment before death I do n’t know what happened, and I did n’t feel any danger.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue have left. They do not know whether the thin girl escaped from the blue building, or whether the little girl could not escape the miserable end in the end. Know how this story will end.

From the perspective of doing good deeds, they are not appropriate, at least imperfect.

But as Jing Jiu said, there are countless evil things, countless wicked people, and insecure killing, even if you are a real god, you can't control it.

Too ruthless is a thing that every monk must learn when he returns to the world.

If the monks in Chengcheng Temple danced red dust, they chose another completely different path.

In this regard, Jing Jiu respects, but will not accept.

Because the monks in Guocheng Temple are suffering too much, no matter now or in the past, even those who have left, such as Daosheng.

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Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked in the night outside the city of Shangzhou, which seemed unpleasant, but they went beyond a hundred feet at will.

The truth is understood, but it takes time to accept.

They walked silently for an hour, and Zhao Layue did not speak until the first morning light appeared on the horizon.

"I want to control the sword."

"windy."

"I want to blow it."

"Why should there be wind in your mind?"

"Do you know? Someone in Qingshan suspects you are a monk of Guocheng Temple."

"This guess is somewhat interesting."

Zhao Layue rarely revealed the appearance of her little daughter's house, staring at him and saying, "I want to fly."

Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "I remember you said that if you can't fall to the ground, what's the point of flying high?"

Zhao Layue said this when he persuaded her to give up Cha Feisheng after seeing Yin San's body outside Yunji Town.

Zhao Layue looked at his eyes and said, "But you also said that the purpose of monasticism is not to compete for strength, to pursue meaning, or to fly higher."

Jing Jiu said, "I said whatever I want."

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As the sunrise rose, a red satin suddenly appeared on the ground ahead.

Looking closely, it turned out that it was an extremely wide river, reflecting the warm red light.

The river was flowing, and the red satin seemed to be constantly moving, like real.

This is the largest river in the south of Chaotian mainland-turbid water.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked over there, walked across a cliff, and followed the sound of turbulent water, they came to the south bank of Zhuoshui.

The turbid water is more than a thousand feet wide, and there is a big city on the other side. Even if it is so far away, you can see the towering buildings inside.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue even felt the breath of many formations.

That is the south facing city, the most important town in the south.

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(In the last chapter, when they went to see what building, I actually described it, what was spoken, what was waved. Two sentences, I still feel a little regret, I won't write it in the future. Monday, please vote for the recommendation.