Long river, sunset, desert smoke

Since the monk who broke the precepts left Dali County, he still walked down the river with his feet on bamboo poles. On the way, he aroused the curiosity of many passers-by. There were even knights who rode along the coast and followed him for a long time before reluctantly leaving.

At dusk, Ci Zhou, dressed in black, finally arrived at his destination, Jincheng, an important border town in the north of the Great Wall. He abandoned his bamboo pole and jumped ashore.

The broken monk walked a few steps and realized that his bare feet were a bit scary after all. He took out a pair of straw-tied six-eared shoes from somewhere and gently threw them on the ground. He stepped forward calmly, put his feet in and put them on.

Walk towards the city gate.

At this moment, the power of breaking up chaos and cause and effect in his body broke out, and Ci Zhou felt in a trance, as if he had used his magical powers to escape into a small world.

After coming back to his senses, the broken monk saw the deserted and decaying city wall in front of him. A Central Plains warrior holding a sword in both hands was bathing in the twilight of dusk. Opposite him was a charming girl, who was silent with each other.

The sunset warrior lowered his head at some point and did not dare to look into the eyes of the girl opposite him. Perhaps there was a heart-stirring love between them in the past.

Cizhou came back to his senses in an instant, thinking that he was actually breaking the precept to save people, not the love between men and women, so he snorted coldly, and immediately broke through the illusion-like scene in front of him, and regained his consciousness.

When he looked up again, in Jincheng, an important town on the northern border of the Great Wall, the huge plaque was covered with dust and looked a bit decayed, but it was not the illusion just now. The monk who broke the precepts took a deep breath and let out a long breath.

"The world of illusion! The illusion and foolishness of the small thousand world! It turns out that as the power of breaking up chaos and cause and effect in the body accumulates over time, this body has sinned deeply and the karma is extremely strong. The power of rejection in this world has become stronger and stronger. There are actually followers of the small thousand world.

Attracted by ignorance, I don’t know whether it’s fate or calamity! Alas... it’s so good, so good!”

Cizhou chanted Zen, and his diamond heart, which had been tempered for thousands of times, immediately brushed away a few dust particles, and it was still smooth and clear. He stayed true to his original heart and was still the same monk who had no regrets about killing lives and breaking the precepts.

Cizhou was not a court ritual drinker, nor was he a Taoist monk. He was not good at fortune-telling. He only had a superficial grasp of the theory of cause and effect. He could see through the mortal world and the karma among all living beings. He "opened his eyes" and looked at Jincheng, only to see a black and red spiritual light rising into the sky.

I couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The black light is the evil spirit of stupid sentient beings, and the red light is the blood energy of chaos and killing. Only the iron-blooded aura of the country and the military is not seen, let alone the royal aura of the government system that suppresses all directions.

"I'm afraid that the military system in Jincheng is broken, and not even one out of ten garrison troops are left! No, even the tax collectors at the city gate have been replaced by Jianghu gang thugs. It is estimated that the high officials of the imperial court have long abandoned the city and fled, and several martial arts tycoons have joined forces here.

Divide.”

Even if the situation collapsed like this, the monk who broke the precepts still did not stop. Following the "knights" entering the city in twos and threes, the lonely travelers in the world, and the ragged hunting families, they approached the destination of their trip, Jincheng.

Passing through the passage marked by slashes of knives and axes, Cizhou stepped aside and walked into Jincheng. He looked like a monk dressed in black and stood out among the crowd.

Many hungry and skinny beggars were lying at the foot of the city wall basking in the sun. When they saw Ci Zhou appear, they swooped on him like mosquitoes and flies smelling blood and hungry dogs snatching food.

The monk who broke the precepts kept the vow of poverty and could be said to be penniless. The thief among the beggars tried to get hold of him. He was in a bad mood. They looked at each other and left immediately.

The remaining real beggars looked at the monk in front of them. They were really poorer than themselves, and they dispersed in disinterest. There were only a few little beggars with big heads and thin necks, like hungry ghosts, and they were as sticky as brown sugar.

Going to Cizhou, I was afraid that if I missed this one, I wouldn’t be able to eat at the next one.

The monk who broke the precepts was also a kind-hearted monk. Looking down at these little beggars who were dying with only one breath, he seemed to be seeing the lowest level of the hungry ghost path in the "Six Paths of Reincarnation", and he couldn't help but feel compassion.

"Good, good! The poor monk Cizhou is just a wandering monk who relies on alms to eat from hundreds of families and travel across thousands of mountains and rivers."

The little beggars still refused to leave. They either hugged the thighs of the black-robed monks or kowtowed in front of them. Their persistent and persistent nature was even more difficult to deal with than the devils in hanging boots and followers.

These people couldn't beat them. After all, the little beggar's body was very weak. If he touched it lightly, he would probably die or be injured. He looked so miserable and couldn't bear to be scolded. Even the monk who broke the precepts had a big head. He tightened his grip.

His fist finally loosened.

"Come on, come on! We are destined to meet each other today, and it will be a blessing for you! Young ones, go and beg alchemy with the poor monk!"

Now that the black-clothed monk opened his mouth, the little beggars knew that he would not let go, so they laughed with tears in their eyes, holding the broken bowl with a chip in their hands, and followed behind him.

Ci Zhou looked around and saw a solo traveler who had just entered the city. He was about thirty years old, with a leopard head and eyes, a full beard, thick muscles and bones in his hands and feet, high temples, and a slanted penis on his back.

A Yanling sword has both the heroic spirit of a martial artist and the aura of a man in the government.

"This person is either a former officer who became a bandit, or a head catcher who escaped into the martial arts world. He is good at using swords, and I'm afraid the latter is the majority! He must have wealth, so why not lend him a small fortune and turn it into a good deed?

edge."

So, the monk who broke the precepts walked directly towards the lone traveler, with three or five little beggars hanging behind him, hanging on him like followers, not afraid of the people coming and going around him. It seemed that he had found a supporter, and his courage suddenly became stronger.

Li Huan, who earned the name "Blood Sword" in the world of martial arts, was born in Tonglu Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River. With his keen sense of smell honed by Gongmen, he smelled a palpitating smell of blood as soon as he entered Jincheng.

Suddenly, a monk in black walked over, grinned, and exposed his white teeth. The hair on Li Huan's back stood up. The blood that was solidified actually came from the monk in front of him.

How many people died at his hands? One hundred? Two hundred? Three hundred? Probably no less than five hundred!

"How good! How good!" Ci Zhou chanted in Zen, which immediately woke up the confused lone traveler.

"Master! I wonder if you have any advice?" Li Huan was already in a state of confusion. He just suppressed his chaotic emotions and pretended to be indifferent.

"The poor monk is short of money and wants to help these little beggars behind him, but because his sleeves are windy, his intentions are in vain and he can't do anything, so he wants to make a fortune with the benefactor!"

"Blood Knife" Li Huan felt slightly relieved after hearing this. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried about the shocking blood emanating from the black-robed monk in front of him. He nodded hastily and agreed: "Easy to say, easy to say!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lone traveler took out a large sling of money from his bag, about a hundred coins, carefully counted out 10%, generously took out the tether, and placed it lightly in the hand of the monk who broke the precepts.

This was how Cizhou came to beg for alms.

The black-clothed monk held a stack of big money in his left hand, folded his palm back, and accepted the generosity of "Blood Sword" Li Huan without any fuss, and said with a smile.

"The donor is showing great compassion at this time, and he will surely be rewarded in the future! How good, how good!"

The monk who broke the precepts turned around, with a smile on his face like a young man, and called to the little beggar nearby: "Let's go! Go buy some porridge!"

"Blood Knife" Li Huan looked at the monk in black clothed with blood all over his body, his aura turned calm, and he could not help but sigh in his heart as he led the beggars away with the fragrance of lotus spreading.
Chapter completed!