"Chen Mo, I'm already married." Song Ruoxi couldn't break free from Chen Mo's arms around her waist, and could not pull out the protective dagger she carried with her. Seeing that she was getting farther and farther away from Amitabha Temple, she became more and more panicked and was unwilling to be kidnapped by him. Although she knew that she could not convince the man who was deliberately trying to abduct her, she could only try it now.

"I don't mind that you are not a perfect body." Chen Mo curled his lips and smiled.

Song Ruoxi was so angry that she said, "I don't want to remarry."

"I, Chen Mo, liked by people, things, power and status, never got anything I can't get." Chen Mo narrowed his eyes and a light flashed, "You are no exception."

Song Ruoxi had known Chen Mo to be arrogant and domineering, but he was still angry and laughed at his words and said, "In the future, if you ascend the throne to the emperor, and forcing your wife to take over will become a stain, which will make you lose your reputation for life. Don't you care?"

"Whether it's a famous name or a disgrace, my great merits and demerits are subject to my future."

When a person doesn't even have a reputation, Song Ruoxi can't think of any other way to make him stop, "I would rather die than marry you."

"If you dare to die, I will destroy the Ji and Song clans to be buried with you." Chen Mo threatened cruelly.

"You..." Song Ruoxi stared at him angrily, his eyes as sharp as an arrow, but after all, it was like an arrow. If it was not a real arrow, he would not be able to kill him.

"I will do my best."

Song Ruoxi was so angry that he was half-hearted, but he had no choice but to do anything.

"It's all useless waste." Chen Mo suddenly cursed. He was too conceited and believed that no one would escape so quickly. He chased after him. He was confident and bold and said to Song Ruoxi while flying down the mountain, so that his breath was unstable and his speed was slightly slow.

Song Ruoxi thought and looked back. She knew how to do martial arts and could not notice the movements that were slightly far away. She looked closely and finally saw someone shaking on the path. Who was it?

The one who caught up with Ye Shuhua was the same as the two of them. Ye Shuhua was worried about the safety of his beloved wife and chased after him desperately. Chen Mo hugged the person and increased the burden, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

Song Ruoxi saw the visitor clearly and was ecstatic. The soft sword in Ye Shuhua's hand flashed with a cold light under the sunlight. The sea green on his body had been cut by a sharp weapon, revealing a light blue plain satin brocade robe. The robe seemed to have blood stains on it. He was injured! He looked at him anxiously and worriedly, wanting to ask if he was seriously injured, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear that he would break his breath, and his eyes turned and said, "Chen Mo, you can't walk with me. As long as you let me go, he will not chase you again. This matter will be assumed that it has not happened."

Chen Mo's eyes were cold and he looked sideways. Ye Shuhua was about to catch up. He turned around and shot out several plum blossom needles. There was a strange blue light on the needle. Song Ruoxi shouted urgently: "Be careful, there is poison on the needle."

Ye Shuhua's figure was slightly paused, and his long sword pulled out the sword flower and knocked down the plum blossom needles one by one. He was not injured, but Chen Mo's obstruction made him a distance between them.

After running forward for a while, Chen Mo turned around again and shot several plum blossom needles at Ye Shuhua.

Ye Shuhua's figure was blocked again.

The distance between them is a little further.

Song Ruoxi was quick to learn and bit Chen Mo's neck. This should slow down his speed, right?

"Give up." Chen Mo frowned in pain.

"You let me go." Song Ruoxi said in a daze.

"If you don't want your teeth, just bite it and don't put it down." Chen Mo forced himself, refused to stop easily, let out a long roar, telling the person who was receiving the support at the foot of the mountain to come and pick him up.

When Song Ruoxi saw Ye Shuhua, he was about to catch up with him. He knew that it was feasible to bite Chen Mo's neck and slow him down. He bit the piece of meat desperately and refused to let go, even if there was blood in his mouth, he would not let go.

"You poisonous woman." Chen Mo cursed in a low voice.

Song Ruoxi hummed from his nose and said, "You are going to provoke me, a poisonous woman."

Chen Mo came up with a few more plum blossom needles, "The more you are, the more I like it."

"Then I'll bite you to death."

Chen Mo was a flesh-and-blooded body, not an iron warrior, and he could not really have the luck to loosen Song Ruoxi's teeth. He could only raise his palm and slapped her unconscious, relieved the pain of being bitten, leaving a clear bloody bite mark on his neck. One step later, the piece of meat would probably be bitten by Song Ruoxi in blood.

"No." Ye Shuhua, who was chasing closely, mistakenly thought that Chen Mo had killed Song Ruoxi and shouted heartbrokenly.

After skipping two half-man-high mounds, Chen Mo saw the carriage parked on the side of the road. It was not his follower who was guarding the carriage, but an old monk wearing a gray monk's robe, wrinkles on his face as carved as a knife, his eyebrows and beards were white, and his hands were holding a Bodhi-sect bead.

"Jueming." Chen Mo stopped and stared at Master Jueming vigilantly. How could this old monk appear here?

"Master!" Ye Shuhua saw it from afar and was extremely surprised.

Master Jueming clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's chant, "The donor is polite."

Master Jueming revealed his identity in one sentence, Chen Mo didn't care, but Master Jueming appeared here, and their master and disciple joined forces, and he could no longer take Song Ruoxi away. He failed and had a little haze in his eyes.

Seeing that Song Ruoxi's chest was still undulating, Ye Shuhua knew that she was not dead, so she climbed out of the bottom of the sad and desperate valley, eager to rob the person back and rushed forward.

Chen Mo put his hand on the top of Song Ruoxi's head, and with that palm, Song Ruoxi had no chance of life.

Ye Shuhua was afraid of the mouse and did not dare to go forward. He stopped and stared at him angrily.

"Shuhua, I have something to say to Master Chen, please wait for a moment." Master Jueming said.

"Are you Chen Mo?" Ye Shuhua looked at Chen Mo. This face was not the one I had seen before.

"That's right." Chen Mo admitted frankly, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Ye Shuhua pinched the sword in his hand tightly, and was extremely disgusted with this ghost guy, and wished he could stab the sword into his chest.

Master Jueming looked at Ye Shuhua's resentment, the sword in his hand, the blood on Haiqing, and a trace of regret flashed across his face. He was unable to escape the disaster. He had fallen into a demon for her and said to the Buddha's chant: "I see the fate of Heguo. The emperor's star is dim and is about to die. The stars are messy, and a great change is coming. Master Chen plans to make great achievements and should hurry back quickly. Don't miss the opportunity because of the small, miss the opportunity, and regret it for life."

Chen Mo would not believe what others said, but Master Jueming's identity and his reputation made Chen Mo confident about what he said. A glimmer of light flashed in his deep eyes and said, "Why should Master tell me about this so that I can rush back in time to change the world?"

Master Jueming chanted the Buddha's chant: "With the nature of the donor, if you return late, you will surely cause bloody killings. Although I am outside the world, I think of the blessings of the people in the world. I do not want the creatures to suffer, and the bones are piled up, and the blood flows. I hope that after the donor get what he wants, he will not implicate innocent people again."

Chen Mo glanced at Song Ruoxi, who was unconscious in his arms, and was unwilling to let go, "I once said that I am the emperor and she is the queen."

"Master Chen, you have no chance with Jingchen. If you forcefully change your destiny against the heavens, it will change the situation greatly and make what you ask for go further away." Master Jueming said in a deep voice.

Chen Mo was silent for a moment and asked, "I ascended the throne and became emperor in the next year. Can the holy monks be willing to go to the altar to preach to me and pray that God will bless our country's prosperity?"

Master Jueming smiled slightly, and his smile was like the Buddha sitting upright on the lotus platform, holding a flower and smiling slightly. His mystery was profound and his mind was not passed down.

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and understood the meaning behind Master Jueming's smile. The stars were messy and there must be some struggle. Moreover, his father is still there, and it will take at least a few years for him to ascend the throne and become emperor. Master Jueming is old and today he has revealed his secrets. He is afraid he will be about to pass away. He asked, "Where is my man?"

Master Jueming opened the car door and four men sat cross-legged inside.

Chen Mo threw Song Ruoxi to Ye Shuhua, and flew around onto the carriage. He shook the reins and pulled the carriage forward.

Ye Shuhua threw away the sword in his hand, hugged the man in his arms, and shouted anxiously: "Yingying, Yingying."

Master Jueming stepped forward to diagnose Song Ruoxi's pulse. There was no internal injury or the stagnation of the acupoints being suppressed. He said, "Shuhua, don't be anxious. She just got knocked out and will wake up soon."

Knowing that Song Ruoxi was fine, Ye Shuhua had time to ask: "Master, how could you come to Yingcheng?"

Master Jueming chanted the Buddha's name and said, "I am here to say goodbye to you."

Ye Shuhua immediately understood that this farewell was not the other. Master Jueming was approaching and shouted sadly: "Master."

"This is a joy, there is no need to be sad. The sun and the moon are like flowing, life is like a dream, the impermanence is the limit, and it is in a blink of an eye." Master Jueming practiced for a long time and took life and death very lightly.

"This time, Master will definitely be in the Pure Land." Ye Shuhua said.

"There is nothing more than confusion, karma, desires and retribution. Quiet dust is your cause, it is your result, which leads to all kinds of entangled karma debts in the world. But you must know that all Dharma appearances, self appearances, human appearances, sentient beings, and longevity are all false. All kinds of the world are just dreams and illusions. The Buddha said: 'Man is dependent on his wife's house, which is even more than prison. There is a period of release from prison. The wife has no thought of being away from him. Love is in love with color. How can he be afraid of driving? Even if there is a problem with the tiger's mouth, he is willing to be buried in his heart and drowns on his own. Therefore, it is said that ordinary people: to understand this door, they will be out of the worldly arhat." Master Jueming advised.

Ye Shuhua frowned and lowered her head to see Song Ruoxi opening her eyes. She said happily: "Yingying, you are awake."

Song Ruoxi looked bad, pushed Ye Shuhua's hand away, stood on the ground, and asked with a sneer, "Master, I mean that I misled him to practice and made him indulge in love, so I can't extricate myself?"

When Ye Shuhua saw Song Ruoxi angry, he hurriedly said, "The master said that the disciple had not yet completed his relationship and had not yet broken his love, so he could not be slaughtered and became a monk. The disciple agreed deeply and said that he would marry a wife in the world. If he talked about cause and effect, it was the disciple's selfish intentions, which led to all kinds of entangled karma debts in the world. If there was any evil retribution, it was the disciple's evil deeds that had nothing to do with the jewel."

Hearing Ye Shuhua's words of maintenance, Song Ruoxi's face slowed down and said, "Looking at Buddhism, although it is hard to say that sexual love is the root of life and death in the desire realm, it does not teach people not to get married. In the sea of ​​suffering in the world, keeping their original heart is practice. Love for others will help the Tao."

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Note: When writing Zen principles, you have to read Buddhist scriptures. After reading them for a long time, your eyes were full of green light.

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