Fu Canglu

Chapter 117 Haircut
It's already night in Qing'an City.

Liu Chanqi was drunk, sleepy, patted the young Highness on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "Boy, Qing'an City is very interesting at night, I guarantee you haven't seen it before, I'll take you to see it, and have fun?"

Yi Xiao turned his eyes back from the table of the mighty young master, and saw Liu Chanqi winking, feeling a little dazed.

Meat?
Then there was a twisting force in his waist, Yi Xiao reacted all of a sudden, and after suddenly realizing it, he saw the girl beside him whose face was so red that she could squeeze out water, and said with a pooh: "Old fox, don't be ashamed!"

His Royal Highness stayed in Jingtao Palace since he was a child and read poems and books. He is not familiar with world affairs, where has he been to any fireworks venues, let alone romantic events.

Can a 16-year-old boy who has never been in the WTO understand the style of makeup?
It's just that Yi Xiao's expression at this time was indeed a bit exciting, and he laughed and scolded: "You old fox, you are involved in everything from stealing, whoring and gambling, you are simply a Buddhist scum."

Liu Chanqi shook his head and said: "No, no, there are many right and wrong in the world of mortals. To cross the world, people need to cross the world. My Buddha is merciful. That's all, that's all, you don't understand."

After finishing speaking, the old fox Liu made three strides and left with a smirk. Before leaving, he did not forget to say: "See you at Zizhulin at noon tomorrow."

Yi Xiao slowly opened Wulian's pupils, the imperceptible blue pupils flashed across them, watching the white-robed old fox swagger into the brothel flower shop from a distance of several miles, and handed it to Yingying, Yanyan and four at the door. Five taels of silver was scattered, and the girls were overjoyed, and they entered the building like stars holding the moon.

The white-robed old fox seemed to enjoy this kind of treatment very much, sitting on a bunch of flowers, kneading and kneading with both hands, but it was only coquettish, not obscene.

interesting.

Yi Xiao shook his head, looking at the Shentu wine in the peachwood pot.

The luck in this pot of divine tea wine is incompatible with the mighty young prince in purple, and it is something of unknown origin.

It's true that this white-robed old fox took this pot of divine tea wine and borrowed flowers to present to Buddha, but this divine tea wine does not belong to Duan Wuyin at all, it can be said that there is a way to steal it.

By the way, he stole Duan Wuyin's purple pouch, but only took a mere 100 taels.

In the end, I went to the so-called brothel, where I kneaded and kneaded, and seemed to have taken advantage of it, but this old fox did not hesitate to use his Buddhist power to remove the remaining bruises on the skin of these mortal women. Even the coldness in the body.

Is it really romantic or fake prudence?
Yi Xiao couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that this old fox is still a true Buddha who does not touch his body?
Suddenly thinking of Liu Chanqi's two lines of turbid tears for no reason in the purple bamboo forest.

This white-robed man was willing to die in battle on the ruins of Luoyang, to repay the favor of Buddhism with his life, and to keep Bodhi from falling.

How can you not be a person who values ​​love and righteousness?

He suddenly figured it out.

The real place for Buddhism to cross the world, there is no need for grand fanfare, chanting sutras, no need for six clean, detached mundane world;

When crossing the world, a Zen stick is better than thousands of troops.

When crossing oneself, a cassock is not as good as a tattered white robe.

I am in the world of mortals, but not in prison.

Contaminated with cause and effect, drip my blood, and come to open a big red lotus.

Why not cross the world?

That old fox in white robe actually got the truth.

Yi Xiao was a little perplexed.

Mingzhu'er looked at Yi Xiao in a daze, thinking that the little majesty was still preoccupied with the mundane affairs, she was slightly annoyed, and just about to say something, she felt a burst of warmth from the top of her head.

Yi Xiao rubbed the girl's slightly messy hair.

He was in a daze.

Thinking back to traveling northward for a hundred days, I saw too many life and death along the way.

Some people meet one side, but the next side is separated by yin and yang.

Qijiang, Longmen, Sirius, Fengting.

He laughed at himself, seeking immortality, breaking immortality, stumbled, stained with too much blood along the way, let himself go from childish to indifferent.

In the future, will it be hard-hearted?
At the beginning, I had the old Duan and Lao Miao as my backing, then Hong Yi'er, and then Dadansheng Su, Lord Zhenmo Mountain, and Lord Sword Master.But in the final analysis, it was his teacher and father who acted as his backing, watching his growth silently across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

After the castle in the sky in Lanling City blocked his retreat with his own hands, he didn't have any backing.

He felt that he was naive to the extreme back then. With his father and teachers paving the way for him, he thought that he didn't need to worry about the future, and he could go all the way to the end as long as he followed his ridiculous beliefs.

Looking down at Mingzhu'er's immature eyebrows, he vaguely saw himself back then.

Yi Xiao said slowly: "Do you think there are immortal Buddhas in this world?"

Mingzhu'er was slightly taken aback.

"When I was six years old, I passed by a place and saw many people burning incense and worshiping Buddha, worshiping and praying to the so-called gods, thinking that this would keep me safe for the rest of my life." His Highness said softly, "I thought there was no such thing as a god in this world." Immortal Buddha."

He laughed at himself and said: "At that time, I was indeed too naive. I thought that if I had read three thousand poems and books and mastered a book, even if I didn't become the enemy of thousands of people in the battlefield, at least I could understand my heart and solve the troubles in my heart." Years of mysteries, I don’t ask for anything else, I just want to understand the meaning of life. Later I found out, it’s all bullshit.”

Ming Zhu'er could feel the hand on top of her head trembling slightly.

"There are tens of thousands of people in this world, whether they are as noble as an emperor or as humble as an ant, they are all worthless in the world." Yi Xiao looked dazed, slowly withdrew his hand, and said softly : "Everyone lives their own way, but they can't do what they want."

"Zhang San, who sells tofu, wants to marry a wife, so he wants to make money, he coughs up blood, and he has to work a thousand times harder to earn ten taels of silver. He never causes trouble, and has always done good deeds. Such a person should be rewarded , is supposed to live a long time, right?"

"A general who holds a military talisman wants to win a battle. He has his wife, daughter, and country behind him, so he can't lose, so he can only jump on the horse and swing his sword. To protect the home and country behind him, he must kill people, right?"

"Aren't you right?" Yi Xiao looked into Mingzhu'er's eyes, and the inside was clear: "It's a pity that this world never asks if it's right."

"After the general slaughtered the city, thousands of bones were buried. I don't know how many good people Zhang San died under the knife. They can't rest in peace."

"That's why no one ever asks if it's right or not. Everyone only looks at life and death." Yi Xiao said in a daze: "The ones who survive are naturally right. Those who are struggling and praying, of course they also want to survive. But they Don't ask yourself, but ask the illusory fairy Buddha."

"It's a pity that neither immortal nor Buddha can save them."

There was a trace of struggle in the eyes of this black-clothed boy, and his pupils were dark and deep.

"I have seen those immortals. They will suffer, cry, and raise their swords to the sky like a mortal. Of course they will die." Yi Xiao calmly looked into her eyes and said sadly: "So whether it is Immortals and Buddhas both have unsolvable afflictions. Some of them can’t even save themselves, so why should they save others? In the final analysis, the only one who can truly save a person is himself.”

His Highness murmured: "I have always wondered why the teacher interrupted my return trip south, and today I understood a thing or two."

Yi Xiao looked at the girl with a slightly bewildered expression, and spoke bitterly.

"What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger."

No matter how many people go to Purdue, they may not be able to climb to the top of the pagoda.

If you commit crimes of killing and living, you may not necessarily go to hell.

Life is like a mustard seed, it's just to survive, but it's a pity that it's hard for anyone to get what they want.

If you don't want to be cut under the butcher knife, you can only swing the knife away.This is indeed a cruel thing, but if you can't even get over yourself, how can you get rid of other people, or do you expect to be saved by others?
After traveling thousands of miles north, getting used to the parting of life and death, and suffering from illness, this young man finally grew up.

But he no longer has any hole cards in his hand, he only has himself.

This is the strongest hole card.

Pearl did not speak.

The two left the tavern, and there was some silence along the way.

Yi Xiao still held Mingzhuer Baixian's little hand.

Unknowingly, I walked to the purple bamboo forest.

"When I said these words today, I was on a whim for a while." Yi Xiao smiled apologetically, and said, "Just forget it."

A strong wind suddenly rose, blowing a forest of purple bamboos.

The sky is full of purple bamboo leaves, mixed with the somewhat hoarse and delicate voice of a young girl.

"elder brother."

Yi Xiao suddenly lost his mind.

Then, the normally quiet and weak girl suddenly broke free from her hand, then turned her back and took two steps back facing her.

She stood on tiptoe slightly, raised her hands, just enough to wrap around her shoulders.

"Master has always told me that a doctor should help the world. Because you always have relatives and people you care about. If they get sick one day, if no one can cure them, you will heal them and you will protect them."

"I always thought Master was a very kind person. Later, I followed Master out of Guanshan and met many people along the way. Only then did I realize that not everyone can be saved."

"I don't believe it. Master gave Dan to save a dying man who was stabbed several times in front of me. After the man was cured, he was so moved that he knelt down and refused to get up. After leaving, Master told me , saving him will only harm more people.” The girl’s eyes were blank, her body was even trembling slightly, and she said, “I don’t want to believe it. Later, Master took me to a village, and I saw that man carrying a sword Going up the mountain, a fire burned the village to the ground, and a sword drank the blood of countless people. No matter men, women, or children, they killed everyone they saw. This man who once knelt down and cried bitterly turned into a A murderous demon."

"That's when I realized." Ming Zhu'er said with a trembling voice, "Sometimes letting a person live will only kill more people. If you save one person, you may kill a hundred people, a thousand people." personal."

"Later I realized that even a true alchemy like Master can save only a few people." Ming Zhuer suddenly smiled softly: "Master told me to save the people I protect. The one you love. Save your loved ones."

She stretched out a hand and slowly pulled off the hair tie.

The long hair fluttered, covering the girl's slender and weak face.

The girl let go of her hands and unloaded the jug.

God tea wine.

All in one drink.

"Brother. Master is gone, I only have you as a family member."

The drunken girl's voice suddenly choked up, and she said, "I don't want to be that pearl who doesn't understand anything anymore."

She took a step back suddenly, and Yi Xiao's pupils shrank slightly.

The Fuqu sword that was tightly attached to his body suddenly rose up, and the girl's slender hand held the hilt with his backhand.

Purple bamboo leaves are flying past all over the sky.

The wind suddenly picked up.

Suddenly blurred, the moonlight suddenly cold.

The girl who was drunk like a dream opened her mouth lightly.

Standing under the star river above the purple bamboo forest all over the sky, she raised her bare hands.

Tears hazy.

The blue silk scattered all over the sky, covering the sky and the moon.

Fu Que let out a clear cry, and walked among the blue hairs scattered all over the sky.

determined and isolated.

As a result, the sky was full of blue silk, and they fell down one after another.

Yi Xiao stood in front of the purple bamboo forest, staring blankly at countless strands of hair flying.

Can't hold it.

The girl whose brows and eyes were no longer immature began to laugh.

She shaved off her long hair, leaving her shoulder-length hair.

The mahogany jug in his hand fell to the ground with laughter.

He laughed heart-shatteringly.

Laughing and laughing, she burst into tears.

"Brother, just pretend that Yi Xiaoan is drunk, okay?"

(End of this chapter)