Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 45 45. Morality and justice, only treasure in the world

Mo Xian and Xie Cao'er rushed all the way to Yuxianzong. The two of them saw the demeanor of a master in the world, and Xie Cao'er's heart floated. If only she could be so strong. Power begets pursuit.

Mo Xian also has this kind of mentality, but he is much better. After all, his half a year of reading in the Tibetan scripture building is not a waste of time. He knows that it is not a day's work. Moreover, he faintly feels that there may be hidden dangers in pursuing power too much, because In the Taoist scriptures he read, strength is never the primary goal of pursuit, but the pursuit of softness and weakness, and the weakness wins over the strong. There is some mystery in it.

"If only I had such high strength." Xie Cao'er sighed.

Mo Xian didn't recall it at first, but after thinking about it, he realized that Xie Cao'er was talking about what happened at the swamp a few days ago, and he smiled: "You will have it, how long have you been practicing, and how many years have they practiced?" , just say that bamboo leaf sword, when it became famous, your father was not even born."

"It's true, I'm just expressing some emotion, I will definitely be like them in the future." Xie Cao'er clenched her fists to encourage herself.

"I don't know why, but I always feel that something is wrong." Mo Xian hesitated and said.

"What, what aspect are you referring to?"

"I feel that although they are strong in combat, they are somewhat contrary to the principles I have read in the books of the sages in the scripture library for more than half a year. Blindly fighting for power." Mo Xian said.

Xie Cao'er heard it: "Maybe you misunderstood. Although I don't read books, I also know that all things in the world respect the strong. We practitioners are stronger than the people in the world, so we can override the world at will. This time, in front of mortals, our status is as high as that of Mr. Rui, so we are not treated with respect."

Mo Xian shook his head and said: "The world is what the world thinks. What a cultivator pursues is longevity and vision, not power. Power is just the product of refining the devil in the process of seeking Tao. Buddhism also says that all living beings are equal. , since they are equal, how can the strong be respected?"

"But most of the cultivators are after power. Practitioners don't have extraordinary power, so what kind of cultivators are they?" Xie Cao'er said disapprovingly.

Mo Xian surrendered first: "Okay, I'll just say my opinion, I can't finish talking about you, we won't argue."

Xie Cao'er took a careful look at Mo Xian, and stuck out her tongue: "Senior brother, don't be angry, you are right."

"Don't be inconsistent. I'm not angry. It's just my immature thoughts. It's getting late. We'd better find a family to stay overnight. It's not too late to leave tomorrow."

The sun had already set in the west, and they saw a village in the distance, with smoke billowing from the kitchen. They quickened their pace. Although they could spend the night in the wild, they were still willing to spend the night with someone.

In the evening, I stayed in a farmer's family. The farmer's family was not rich, and the people were very simple. After dinner, Mo Xian chatted with them. I accidentally heard that there was a family of three more than ten miles away from here. They were all Buddhist monks. The farmer said they Daoxing is very high.

Mo Xian only smiled slightly after hearing this, Xie Cao'er was even more disdainful, but she didn't show it, Mo Xian saw that she meant that the rural people had no knowledge, just a layman, not an eminent monk, he might be able to deceive people , to deceive the country people around.

I went to bed very early at night, and the sky was still a little bright, so I washed up and went to sleep. After all, people are poor, so if they can not light the lamp, they will not light the lamp. After all, sesame oil costs money.

But Mo Xian sat cross-legged in the darkness. He started to refine the dragon-binding rope along the way, that is, the spider silk left in the thunder and fire. Because it was refined by the thunder and fire, Mo Xian saved a very important process. Otherwise, with Mo Xian's current skills, he would not be able to refine the spider silk into a dragon-binding rope at all.

What Mo Xian did was to sense the physical properties in it and bring out the physical properties.

Mo Xian refined the dragon-binding rope with his mind, and he found that although the poison of the dragon-binding rope had been removed, the toxic memory still remained. In a word, when the dragon-binding rope binds people, the toxic memory will play a role The victim is weak all over, just like being poisoned.

In addition, there is also stickiness, although after the baptism of thunder and fire, the spider silk is not sticky at all when grasped in the hand, but the stickiness in the physical properties is exerted, and the tied object will be like a small bug in the spider silk, which cannot be shaken off at all.

There is also a physical property, which is not possessed by the spider silk itself, but endowed by the thunder and fire. If it is sacrificed, it will be entangled with fine electric light, and once a person is hit by the electric light, the body will be paralyzed immediately.

These three physical properties are all about taking people instead of killing people. It is so correct to refine the dragon-binding rope. Mo Xian thought of the Qianyang Pearl of the Blood Fiend Spider, and sighed in his heart, not knowing what kind of situation the Qianyang Pearl was. Originally, this kind of beads are the most precious treasures for cultivating the body and incarnation, but at least it is possible to go to the Yin God Realm.

After most of the night's training, today is almost done. Mo Xian coiled the spider silk on his left arm and continued to warm it up. The quality of the dragon-binding rope will gradually increase as his skill deepens, and eventually it will rise from a magic weapon to a magic weapon. The magic weapon, during which, he kept refining it with his mind, which is why he must have the spider silk.

The next morning, Xie Cao'er put down a piece of silver, and the two set off again.

Unconsciously, the two of them were walking for more than ten miles when they suddenly heard a noise in front of them. It turned out that a young man committed suicide and was rescued. Layman Yifan enlightened him!"

Mo Xian heard that it was the layman the farmer was talking about last night. I heard that he was a layman in all his disciplines. He was a layman, and his son and daughter-in-law were also laymen.

Lay Buddhists are those who practice at home in Buddhism.

Mo Xian inquired about the situation, Xie Cao'er was also very curious, and mixed in with the crowd, it turned out to be like this.

After waking up, the young man said, "Thank you, everyone. But you don't need to work hard to save me. I have made up my mind not to live anymore. If I don't die today, I will die tomorrow."

Everyone persuaded him for a long time, but he still said the same thing. They had no choice but to come to Yifan's house. After hearing this, Yifan sighed: "I really can't stop you. But I want to ask, your debts are all Have you paid it back?"

The man felt very strange: "Although my family is poor, I have enough food and clothing, and I have never borrowed money."

Yifan layman said slowly: "Your life is borrowed from your parents, and you owe your parents a debt; your food, clothing, and use are borrowed from heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, so you owe heaven and earth a debt; your knowledge and wisdom are borrowed from your husband." , I owed my husband a debt. There are really too many such debts that a person owes in his life, have you paid them all?"

The man panicked and said, "So, I do owe a debt. But I don't know how to repay it?"

Layman Yifan smiled and said, "Why is this so difficult? Just two words are enough."

The man was puzzled, and said in his mouth, "Please give me advice."

Layman Yifan smiled lightly again: "It's just the word 'cherish'."

The man was stunned for a while, and bowed to Yifan Layman a few times: "I understand, it is a crime for me to commit suicide. In this world, everything comes from others. I will live a good life, for myself, and for myself." live for others."

Yifan nodded with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Mo Xian and Xie Cao'er fell into deep thought. Mo Xian grew up in the Hall of Yama, and sometimes felt a bit of chill. In the Hall of Yama, there is no humanity at all, and everyone is trained to be a killing machine. , used to seeing death, and later instead of assassinating a person, the father and son fought to die, leaving the chance of survival to each other, Mo Xian was shocked to realize that there is true love in the world.

From the perspective of a mortal, he bought a house and mixed in with mortals, like a wounded beast, hiding in a corner, secretly looking at the lights of mortal homes, feeling the warmth of the mortal world.

It is this kind of warmth that distinguishes Mo Xian from other killers, and has not been reduced to a machine that only knows how to kill. Therefore, what layman Yifan said to the young man seems to be telling him that Mo Xian gently Glancing at Xie Cao'er, he has Luru, he has Qian Xuzi, he has Xie Cao'er, and many others, they are all taking care of him with actions, just as the layman Yifan said, his life cannot be thrown lightly , he wants to repay the debt, only the word "cherish".

From another angle, Mo Xian felt that the world was full of love. In the previous angle, his eyes were dark, and the relationship between people was gray and bloody.

But Xie Cao'er thought of her parents and her relatives.

The crowd dispersed, Mo Xian and Xie Cao'er looked very abrupt, Yifan Layman didn't find it strange, and greeted them: "Two benefactors, sit down in the shabby room."

Mo Xian didn't think about it at all, and responded casually, "Okay!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that something was wrong, so he was defenseless, and added: "Our senior brothers and sisters come from the Yuxian Sect, and the lay monks have invited us, so we dare not obey."

When the three of them came to the front of the room, Mo Xian asked: "The layman is very deep in cultivation, what kind of work do you know?"

"What kind of homework is there, I just read Buddhist scriptures at leisure, be pure-hearted and abstinent, refrain from doing evil things, and do good deeds. You should not practice two words." Yifan Layman smiled, came to the room, and served in a large bowl of rough tea. Poured three bowls of tea and said, "There is no good tea, please bear with me."

Mo Xian smiled: "The tea that can quench your thirst is good tea. I have also walked some distance and am thirsty."

As Mo Xian spoke, he picked up the bowl and poured it down. He drank half of the bowl in one breath before putting down the bowl.

"The benefactor has the root of wisdom. If you say such Zen words, it is good tea if you can quench your thirst. Because I am a good Buddha, my family was poor when I was a child, and I was a monk in a temple. Unfortunately, the six roots are not clean. After returning to the vulgar, I practiced at home, and my son and wife followed suit. My practice is just chanting Buddha, I don’t have any supernatural powers, I just have some inspirations occasionally, this morning, I felt that there are guests coming, and I didn’t expect two distinguished guests to come.” Yifan laughed, “My son and wife told them to buy some Dish, I'll be back in a while."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Xian and Xie Cao'er were amazed. He said that he didn't have any supernatural powers, but this is supernatural powers. Maybe he can't fight, but his morals are definitely not low.

Just as they were talking, a man and a woman came in outside, holding meat and vegetables in their hands, and the man also held a gourd of wine in his hand.

(End of this chapter)