Legend of the Great Sage

The woman smiled: "See what you can do. If others don't teach you, you won't know how to speak. Come on, drink!"

"If someone else taught you, wouldn't that be a lie?" Wu Huan couldn't help but said.

The old man was angry: "You're the one who lied. This is all my truth. I just don't know how to open my mouth!"

"I made a mistake." Wu Huan apologized.

The old man felt embarrassed and rubbed his head: "Old man, I am also a fake person. If it were in the past, I wouldn't even dare to look at you!"

"Why?"

"You are a master. Killing a commoner like me is not just a matter of a single blow. Now that Prince Xia has made the decision for us, you are an innate master, and you will have to pay with your life for killing someone."

"Dad, I am an innate master."

"Ah, forgive me for being blind, old man, and let me propose a toast to you!"

Tiedan also raised his head from his rice bowl and stared at him.

Only then did Wu Huan suddenly realize why he felt that the atmosphere in the north was so different. When walking in the rivers and lakes on weekdays, not to mention the common people who did not dare to provoke the martial arts people. Even the acquired warriors would stay away when they saw the innate masters. How could they be like meeting today? Those young men who arrived dared to catch up with him in Qinggong. If they were in another place, they might be killed.

Now an old man from the countryside dares to scold him, an innate master. This is such a strange thing.

People are no longer vigilant. Even though there are so many warriors in the northern border, there is no sense of danger in the world.

If he didn't harbor deep hatred, he might have to admire this "King of Chivalrous People"!

But there are all kinds of feelings in my heart. This unforgettable hatred will never change at all.

Li Qingshan, either you die or I die!

"That's good. I'll punish myself with a drink first!"

Wuhuan raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. The food was delicious and the wine was top-quality spirits. It is said that the all-powerful Gu Huizhu changed the method of making wine. Wuhuan became faintly drunk after drinking a few glasses. He was determined to accept the child as his disciple, so he tried:

"Sister-in-law takes care of the whole family by herself. It's not easy!"

"Prince Xia said,

Women hold up half the sky. Women can also become peerless masters. My martial arts skills are pretty good. There are few men in the village who can work as well as me. No one dares to gossip about me. I'll hit him in the mouth. Tiedan is not a coward. In the future, when he enters the Youth Hall and learns unparalleled martial arts, who will not envy me? "

"Youth Hall?"

After Wuhuan inquired about it, he found out that it was a hall of the Tianxiahui. Lei Lie, the son of Qisha Demon Lord, was the hall leader. It specially recruited talented children from all over the country. Learning martial arts in the Youth Hall did not cost a penny. If you can pass the final exam, you can directly join the Tianxiahui, which is the dream of all the children in the north.

The woman touched the child's head: "Everyone in the village who knows martial arts says that this child Tiedan is extremely talented and will definitely be selected into the Youth Hall!"

"Mom, I can definitely do it!"

Wu Huan was speechless. If in the past, an innate master took the initiative to recruit a disciple, this would be a good thing that ordinary people dream of. Many legendary stories begin here.

But in this case, he, a person of unknown origin, is obviously not as attractive as the Youth Hall of Tianxiahui.

unconsciously. The night is already deep.

The hostess invited the guest to sleep on the same bed as the old man. He was unwilling to do so, so he agreed.

In the middle of the night, a dark figure came to the child's bed. The white moonlight shone on his face, which was full of ferocity. He whispered in a low voice: "It was the people from the Tianxiahui who raped your mother, and it was the Tianxiahui who killed your father." ! You are a scoundrel, all this is Li Qingshan’s fault!"

The child was unaware and was sleeping soundly.

Wu Huan stretched out his hand to slap him awake, and then awaken the hatred in his heart, but it touched the emptiness under his ribs, and he felt confused again.

No one knows better than him how painful the taste of hatred is.

What does everything have to do with this child? And that woman, hasn’t she suffered enough? After having endured such insult, this child was all she had.

If I had married her and had a child, she would be this old now, and she would definitely have such talent and talent. I would teach her martial arts well...

In an instant, an obsessed smile appeared on his face, and he suddenly woke up.

No, I want revenge!

After a moment, he stumbled out of the door, jumped over the wall, and swept away.

"Your Majesty!?" The woman heard the noise and got up, rushed to the child's bed and shook her head vigorously: "Tiedan, Tiedan, wake up!"

The child rubbed his eyes: "Mom, what's wrong?"

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and found a bag of silver lying on the bedside. She thought to herself: "What a strange man, but he looks much more pleasing to the eye than the old bachelors and scoundrels in the village."

Wuhuan ran wildly across the sky and wilderness, howling like a wounded beast.

The bright moon is like frost, and the autumn wind is like a knife. I don't know the path and just head north.

"Li Qingshan, come on! Come on! Let's end it!"

When the sky was dark, he came to the foot of Beiping City, the legendary devil's cave. He followed the flow of people to the city, but saw that the city was full of plains and there were endless cries, which made his heart even more desolate. Is there a plague in the city? That devil disobeyed God's will, and you ignorant people dare to stay here and follow him. This is retribution!

However, the crowds of people on the street were surging, and it didn't look like there was a plague, and they were all converging in one direction.

Pulling out a passerby: "Where are all these people going? Whose family is going to have a funeral."

"Alas, Master Fuku is passing away, and we are all going to see him off!"

"Could it be Abbot Fuku of Pudu Temple!"

Wu Huan was surprised. This man who had been a famous figure in the world when he was young suddenly joined the Tianxiahui. The whole martial arts world was in an uproar and could not believe it. Some thought he was bearing the humiliation and preparing to assassinate Li Qingshan. Some people think that he did it as a last resort in order to save the lives of the monks in the temple.

There are different opinions, but no one thinks that he is greedy for life and afraid of death. Later, Tianxiahui never sent troops southward. It is said that it had a lot to do with his admonishment, and it still enjoyed a high reputation in the martial arts world.

"Oh, I didn't expect to die in this devil's cave in the end!"

There was no time to sigh, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to revenge!

…

The Buddhist hall is silent, the old monk sits alone, with a solitary lamp.

Success and evil are empty, life and death are determined, if you can't overcome the tribulation and ascend, there will be a time when the end will come.

His chances of shattering the void were slim, not to mention that he had barely had time to practice over the years.

If the Children's Hall is the hope of Tianxiahui, then Pudu Hall is the final guarantee, specially responsible for providing relief and shelter for orphans, widows and disabled people. In the past sixteen years, there have been major disasters almost every year. Even though the disasters have been successfully resisted, there are still many orphans left behind, all of which are taken in and cared for by Pudu Hall. As the head of Pudu Hall, he is the food, clothing and parents of these children.

However, Tianxiahui's financial resources are limited, and they still need to build bridges, pave roads, and build embankments and dams. At most, they can only protect these people from freezing and starving to death. In order for his children to have a good meal in their bowls and a new coat on their bodies, he can only do so. Able to travel around for alms.

He, the former great foreigner, could no longer sit in the Buddhist temple on the mountain, and had to go into ordinary people's homes. Sometimes he had to perform rituals to make money, and sometimes he performed more than a dozen rituals in a row, all supported by his true energy.

Over the past ten years, his reputation in the North was only lower than that of Li Qingshan, and even higher than that of Gu Yanying.

At this moment, the crying all over the city is proof.

Over the course of one night, the funeral arrangements were finally explained clearly, so that there would not be too many omissions after his death. He could finally be quiet and reflect on his life.

Suddenly I felt that I hadn't reflected like this for a long time. I was so busy that I almost forgot about my good thoughts, not to mention my evil thoughts. He couldn't help but recall that 20 years ago, there was a severe drought in the middle of the country and people died of hunger for thousands of miles. He led the monks to chant sutras and pray in front of the Buddha for three days and three nights without sleeping.

Compared with the days I have lived these past few years, it is simply a kind of leisurely enjoyment.

Now he has almost forgotten all the scriptures he recited at that time, and he can't help but smile slightly, am I still a monk like this?

The true energy in my Dantian began to dissipate, and my face faded and gloomy, but suddenly a bright light appeared in my eyes, as if I had woken up from a big dream, and suddenly realized that at that time, I was probably blocked by a demon.

But when I think back to what happened over the years, I don't feel any regret. Instead, I feel a kind of warmth that fills my chest, as if a lamp has been lit in my chest and I have an explanation.

"Prince Xia, are you good or evil?"

The sun shines in, the morning bell rings, the lone lamp goes out,

"Master passed away!" (To be continued)

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