one person is right

Chapter 659 There is no difference between true and false, just worry about the heart

Clouds and mist linger, and smoke gathers and disperses.

The city that Chen Cuo built by combining the gray mist with the jade belt Taoyuan is still above the sea.

Even the situation of strong winds and huge waves, earth splitting and sky falling, still did not shake this place at all.

Soon, waves appeared on the surface of the dense fog, as if someone was fighting among them!

Therefore, when the storm passed and crowds of cultivators gathered, this place was naturally very eye-catching, and many monks stopped here to investigate and wait and see.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"I heard from the master that the aura here is similar to the divine treasure in the records of the master, and it is very likely that it is a divine treasure that suddenly appeared in the world!"

"Shenzang!? This thing is amazing. It's not the cave left by the immortals of the predecessors, or the legacy of the great supernatural beings in the pre-Qin period. If you can find one, as long as you can come out alive, it's easy to be reborn!"

"Having said that, Shenzang Zilai is very secretive. Even if it is about to be born, it has been calculated a few years in advance. Why is it so sloppy this time?"

"Didn't that prince fight with others? The whole sea was almost turned upside down, let alone this place? Not to mention a sacred treasure, there may be some ancient caves revealed. After thousands of years, Who knows how many opportunities are hidden in this vast seabed, and they may emerge one by one in the future."

"It's true. It's a pity that the master and the others are going to see that certain prince, and they are not here. Otherwise, with his old man's eyesight, he must be able to easily recognize the origin of this place."

While talking, several young monks observed their surroundings, apparently on guard.

Like them, scattered around the gray mist city, neither dared to enter rashly, nor dared to leave at will, and they were obviously on guard against each other.

Suddenly, Chen Cuo's figure flashed and appeared above the gray mist, his eyes swept over everyone.

"what are you……"

Chen Cuo didn't listen, and with a wave of his hand, there was a strong wind on the sea, sweeping away the people around him, and then Chen Cuo fell step by step, and finally walked into the gray mist.

The gray fog billowed and quickly subsided.

Naturally, there was another commotion outside, but when all the monks learned about Chen Cuo's appearance, no one dared to pursue it. When Kui Mulang also came here and sat on the edge of the town, no one dared to approach easily .

They could only sigh with emotion and stamp their feet. They didn't expect that a sacred treasure would emerge with great difficulty, but it would be the first step by that monarch. Now, no one dared to enter it. They were snatched away by the people on land. .

"Hmph!" Hearing this, Kui Mulang just sneered, "The frog at the bottom of the well doesn't know how powerful it is, and thought this place was a treasure of the past!"

In the end, only the old Dragon King came slowly.

"Dare to ask Mr. Xing, is Junhou here...in the divine treasure here?" The old Dragon King glanced at the thick gray fog, his eyelids twitched, and he already saw some clues.

Kui Mulang smiled and said: "Your Majesty is among them, but when he will come out, I have no way of knowing. If you have anything to say, you'd better wait quietly."

When the old Dragon King heard this, he hesitated, and seemed a little anxious, but when he looked at the gray fog again, he could only nod in agreement.

"How can such actions be allowed?"

In the cabin, after listening to the monk in front of him, the Taoist priest in black shook his head solemnly and said, "Excuse me for refusing!"

The scar-faced monk was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled and said: "Master Taoist, you might as well think about it again, the key to this matter is that you are acting in the name of that person, let's not talk about other things, just the one in front of you. I don’t know how many future troubles there will be.”

As he spoke, he lowered his voice and said meaningfully: "Once your identity is exposed, you will immediately change your face if you only talk about Yu Wenhuaji, not far away. You, so as not to offend that real person in the future."

"Don't threaten me, besides, how much can the courtesy of an ordinary person do to me? You don't have to think that I am a newcomer to spiritual wisdom, just like a child who worries about gains and losses, let alone..." the black-clothed Taoist said lightly, " I don't have much friendship with you Buddhists, and I have fought against each other many times in the past. I know exactly what you say and what you say..."

"It's not that you have conflicts with us, but that the Chen family has fought against Buddhism many times, and has become an enemy of Buddha!" ​​Before the other party could finish speaking, the scar-faced monk interrupted the other party, "Master Dao, of course you are Born in the stories of the Chen family, but those stories, through the means of the solipsist, did not evolve into legends at all, they were just rumors that were manipulated by others, and you are not a saint who returned from legends, but was born on the basis of rumors It's strange, but don't get into the drama too deeply..."

He said these words to remind and warn, revealing that he has come into contact with the person behind the black-clothed Taoist, and secondly, to wake him up, let him distinguish between friends and enemies, and recognize the reality, thereby shaking the Taoist heart, It is easy to use.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist in black looked indifferent, waved his hands and said: "Don't say that you are not the only one, even if he wants to force me, he must first erase my will and re-root it!"

As he spoke, his expression became more serious: "It should be noted that although I did not come back from the legend, I am not him, but what I think and do based on the past constitutes who I am now! The stories of the past have shaped me. The me I am now! Once disobeyed, I am not me."

The scar-faced monk was stunned for a moment, then put his hands together, and whispered: "Amitabha, the poor monk knows, since this is the case, I can only leave with regret, but if we leave like this, you and I are enemies and not friends, and I hope the Taoist priest will not take it." Blame."

The Taoist in black waved his sleeves, but did not answer.

The scar-faced monk didn't stop, turned and left.

Soon, he returned to his own cabin, and the two juniors and the blood-born Yaodan immediately greeted him, and asked about the next layout, how to cooperate with the counterfeit.

The scar-faced monk shook his head and sighed: "Everyone has his own aspirations. Even a temporary puppet has an aspiration after it is born, and it cannot be easily shaken."

"That person actually disagrees?"

"That's right." The scar-faced monk was not in a hurry. Instead, he walked to the window, looked at the rolling river outside, and said with a smile, "You said that the Grand Canal is so wide that it took countless money, food and manpower to build it. It condenses everyone's efforts and runs through the north and south. In the future, as the center of water transportation, many gods will inevitably be born, and the canal is derived from manpower, so these gods are not man-made?"

Yao Dan frowned, and said: "Fellow Daoist, why are you talking about other things at this time? The most urgent thing..."

"The top priority is to destroy the gods and destroy the gods! If people can create gods, they can destroy gods! Even without the help of the fakes, they can still arouse people's hearts." While speaking, the scar-faced monk suddenly raised his hand and scratched out the window. !

Afterwards, there were several exclamations from the shore, and a person was grabbed by him and thrown into the cabin.

Several people in the room took a closer look and saw that it was a thin woman with unkempt hair and thin clothes. What was more eye-catching was his legs——

The tattered and patched trousers were empty. It was obvious that his legs had been broken at the knees, so he could only lie on the ground.

At this moment, the woman raised her head, looked at the people around her, and shivered.

"What do you mean, fellow Taoist?" Yaodan showed displeasure, and with a wave of her hand, a layer of light veil emerged and covered the woman, making her fall into a deep sleep. She then said: "This woman is so miserable, could it be that Tao You have the heart to help the world and save the people? Want to help her out of the sea of ​​suffering?"

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. All living beings are suffering. How can I focus on one person?" The scar-faced monk folded his palms together and said, "When you see one thing, you can see the world. Only by sweeping away the filth of the world and reappearing a bright and bright universe can you make such a woman look like a woman." Miserable people don't appear again."

"Fellow Taoist is really from a lofty height, with compassion in mind!" Yao Dan said mockingly, "If you want to sit upright in the Golden Temple on weekdays, you can't see such a scene, right? Seeing you today, you will feel pity. Yes, it is somewhat timely and cheap.”

The scar-faced monk didn't feel annoyed, instead he said with a smile: "Such a miserable girl, fellow Taoists and other descendants of the sea of ​​blood, can feel compassion when they see it, let alone an ordinary person? Human hearts are made of flesh, and everyone With the five aggregates and six thieves in your heart, you can push them forward, destroying gods and killing demons, and there will be no disadvantages anywhere!"

Yao Dan frowned and asked, "How are you doing?"

The scarred monk didn't answer, but instead said: "The poor monk heard that when the Northern Qi Kingdom was destroyed in the past, all the clans were scattered and withered, and the Gao family acted cruelly, which was hated by the people in the north, but there were also a few of them. In the name of loving the people, there are those who mourn when the country is destroyed."

After a pause, he looked down at the disabled woman at his feet: "One of them is the princess of the Qi Kingdom, who belonged to the clan before the kingdom was destroyed. Because she grew up among the people and knew the sufferings, she loved the people like a son and was admired by others. When the Qi State fell, she fled south and had nowhere to go, so she threw herself into the river and died, and there is still a mountain temple dedicated to her by the river."

"Could it be this girl?" Yao Dan glanced at the crippled girl first, then shook her head, "No, she doesn't have any trace of purple energy left on her body, and her age is even more wrong. Could it be that..." She raised her head abruptly, her eyes full of tears. Unbelievable, "You also want to do impostors? You monks, don't you don't lie?"

"This is what a fellow Taoist said, not a poor monk." The scarred monk smiled slightly, his expression normal, "However, if there is a person who has a high status in Qi and is very popular among the people, I thought he was dead. But it suddenly appeared, but it looked miserable, and was tortured by a prince in Nanchen, you say, if the news spreads, what will happen to that prince's reputation?"

"You want to splash dirty water?" Yao Dan shook his head, "I'm afraid it's impossible. As long as there is some logic in such things, you will know that it is wrong. What kind of person is that gentleman, why should he dirty his hands to torture a subjugated princess What's more, if he really did it, the princess would still be able to escape? Besides, at this age..."

"Some people don't believe it, some people believe it. It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not." The scar-faced monk pointed out the window, implying something, "Qi has been in chaos for decades, and the ground is still full of hunger. Everyone's heart is full of anger. The big ship passing the border is not angry, let alone this matter? They don't need the truth at all, they just want an opportunity to move themselves, a real goal that can vent their thoughts, and can be used to attack! Unsmooth, unreasonable ideas, sooner or later the people will boil."

While talking, he looked at Yaodan.

"Fellow Daoist, this matter needs to be arranged by you, but there is one thing to keep in mind."

"What?" Yaodan asked in a deep voice, remembering the old ancestor's instructions, suppressing the disgust in his heart.

"Don't pass on the name of Gao's daughter, but only say that she is the last Princess of Qi."

"What's the mystery?"

The scar-faced monk looked at the crippled woman with a look of pity on his face, and sighed: "Everyone knows the princess, even after three generations, they can still associate it. How can a specific name compare to a princess code name? In this way, the Easy to spread."

Yao Dan was stunned, silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said: "You have absolutely no mercy in your heart! Why bother to be hypocritical!"

After finishing speaking, his body turned into blood, and he wrapped up the disabled woman and left.

"Amitabha." As soon as they left, the third junior brother came over, "Senior brother, we should be careful if this person is a person in a sea of ​​blood. When she left, she clearly had other thoughts in mind."

"It doesn't matter." The scar-faced monk shook his head. "These monks have never surrendered to the five aggregates and six thieves. They are driven by emotions and are the easiest to control."

(End of this chapter)