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Chapter 102 The meaning of this wooden fish

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    The three of Lin Qi followed the traces in the sky and were already close to the location of Shenshuitan. The three of them in a hurry naturally couldn't know the mountain village behind them.  More than 30 teachers and guards who insisted on righteous thoughts in their hearts have already stepped into the underworld together, but the crows of crows came from the sky, as if to herald the occurrence of misfortune.

    All the way through a steep cliff, the scene in front of him opened up for a while, and it was this cliff that hadn't existed before that blocked the road and made Lin Qi unable to find it.

    But now after passing the cliff, there is the sparse woods in front of him, and the clear stream at his feet. Lin Qi feels the familiar atmosphere, and there are bursts of extraordinary noises coming from not far ahead.  Aura fluctuates.

    Shenshuitan is right in front of you.

    A few people hurried forward immediately, and after a while, the three of them came to the Shenshui Tan, and the person sitting cross-legged in front of the Shenshui Tan was the Pope who fled that day.

    Shu Zhaoqing.

    At this time, Shu Zhaoqing's whole body was sluggish, her face was pale and her eyes were slightly closed, and her originally neat hair was scattered behind her at this moment, and the lavender breath continuously overflowed from her body, and on her body  There was a large scar on the front of her abdomen, and dripping blood stained the futon she was sitting cross-legged on.

    Lin Qi sensed Shu Zhaoqing's location, felt the frail vitality in her body, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. The three of them stepped forward and sat cross-legged, Lin Qi said softly.

    "Pope, are you all right?"

    Shu Zhaoqing opened her eyes slightly when she heard the words, and her eyes were still peaceful at this time, even though her body had already suffered a lot of injuries.  Seeing that it was Lin Qi and the three of them, she smiled heartily, and then said in a low voice.

    "It's all right, but why did you three come here? It's not good for you to get involved in this dispute."

    Lin Qi replied after hearing the words.

    "The Pope has the grace to recreate me, and he is a benefactor to me. Although I haven't studied poetry for a few days, I know that I will repay the favor if I have it. And I will help the Pope when he is in trouble."

    And Su Jianxin also said.

    "Your brother is right, and as monks of the Impermanence Sect, we should also declare that Pope Dayi is a good man, so we can't just sit back and let a good man fall into this state."

    Shu Zhaoqing said with a casual smile when she heard the words.

    "Then have you ever thought that helping me is helping a demon, and helping me will make you suffer bad words from the whole world."

    Lin Qi said.

    "I didn't think about it, I just knew that I was helping a kind person, helping a kind person. I was doing the right thing, and they were doing the wrong thing. Qinghong doesn't know the difference.  But for it. If I am blamed by the whole world for doing this, then punish me! Mistakes are the fault of the world, and I only hope that the Pope will not change his original intention!"

    When Shu Zhaoqing heard the words, she was not grateful in her heart, but secretly sighed that all this was wrong.

    At this moment, Lin Qi continued.

    "The pope, come with us, go to the Wuchang sect, where we can keep the pope safe."

    Jin Shanpo also said.

    "Yes, it happens that our sword hall is hosting a master like you. Our sword hall is full of young people who are the same age as me. Wouldn't it be a good place for you to guide us in our cultivation at that time."

    But when Shu Zhaoqing heard the words, she just shook her head silently and refused.

    When Lin Qi heard that the Pope's refusal was the only way to protect the Pope, Lin Qi couldn't bear it and persuaded him many times, but the Pope always refused.

    Seeing Lin Qi's unceasing mind, Shu Zhaoqing took out the little wooden fish from her bosom and said.

    "So let me tell you a story, how about after hearing this story?"

    The three of Lin Qi were surprised for a moment, but since the Pope decided to speak at this time, it must be of great significance, and then quietly listened to what the Pope said.

    I saw Shu Zhaoqing slowly stroking the old wooden fish, and there was a look of nostalgia in the easy-going eyes.

    That starts three hundred years ago. I was born in a happy family. My father was a hunter in the mountains, and my mother weaved cloth in the village for money.

    Life has always been very ordinary, and I have always lived as an ordinary girl, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

    Until the night of that day, a strange purple star rose in the night sky. Its wonderful purple glow awakened my blood, and my parents also told me about my life experience as the legacy of Ziming on that day.

    But that star signified change, signified change, on the eighty-first day after the purple star disappeared.  The blood of the parents suddenly lost control, which made the mind confused and plunged into madness.

    ?I was hidden by my mother with the last sanity, and then they fell into the state of madness under the madness of blood.  That night turned into a disaster, that night I saw in the dark that countless monks teamed up to kill my parents!

    Speaking of which, Shu Zhaoqing's expression is as usual and there are not many emotional fluctuations, but this kind of experience made Lin Qi feel pain in his heart, as if a kind of resonance, maybe the Pope at that time was about the same age as himself at that time.

    Not many people can really understand the worst thing that can happen in a day.

    And the young me, the confused me, after experiencing everything, after witnessing everything, fell into deep hatred.

    I hid in the deep mountains and stayed away from here, but every night I would be awakened by nightmares, and my ears were full of the screams of my parents at the moment of death.  I grew up in hatred, I grew up in hatred.  I only hope that one day I can go back to Qingyang Town and kill all the people who besieged my parents that day.

    A person has grown up in hatred for decades, and a person has practiced in hatred for decades.  Until that day I met a man.

    A person who is not afraid of death.

    Very strange, I think people should be afraid of death, because in the past few decades I have killed many people who entered the deep mountains.  Those people were afraid of death, and even I was scared out of my wits before I made a move.

    But that person was dressed in white, walking with his hands clasped in the dirty mountains. I wanted to kill him, but his clear eyes showed no trace of fear of death.

    Just ask me.

    "Benefactor, why are you in the sea of ??karma?"

    This makes me wonder why he is not afraid of death?  Why do you say that I am trapped in the ocean of karma?

    Since that day, I have been following this young monk. He walked all the way in the deep mountains, not afraid of wind and rain or dangers in the mountains.  Instead, ask me often.

    "Why can't I feel happy?"

    I followed him for three years, and he read scriptures for me for three years.

    "Thinking about it now, those three years were the truly happy three years in my life."

    But I still can't forget, can't avoid, the hatred engraved in my heart every night since I was a child.  I found the people who besieged my parents that night, and I followed them back to their home.

    Having said that, Shu Zhaoqing paused for a moment, her face showed a trace of bitterness, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.  It was a look of remorse, a repentance for the past.

    The next day I saw the monk again, but he had changed, his white clothes began to be stained with dust, and regret appeared in his vacant eyes.

    He took me to a temple, where there was an enshrined demon dagger.

    I thought he was going to kill me, but instead he chanted sutras for me for another night, and then he stabbed himself in the heart with that dagger that slays demons.

    "People are afraid of death, and there is no one who is not afraid of death. It is just whether a person's death is worth it, and whether a person's death can win change."

    Then he took out the wooden fish from his blood-soaked clothes and handed it to me.

    He lowered his head.

    I can't understand why he died, I can't understand why he has to die.  I just feel very uncomfortable in my heart, as if I have lost something in my heart.

    I fell into contemplation facing the wooden fish. I thought hard for three years until his bones melted away.  I read the Buddhist scriptures he left behind, and I read them in that temple for another three years.

    Afterwards, I went back to the deep mountain, as if I discovered this sacred lake in the dark, and I buried him here.  I have also practiced here for more than a hundred years.

    Gradually, I understood why he died, and gradually became indifferent to hatred.  After seeing through a lot, I know that I have made a lot of mistakes. I came to the village to hope that the world will not make mistakes.

    until now.

    Shu Zhaoqing listened to this point.

    After hearing the words, the three of Lin Qi fell into deep bitterness for a while.

    Lin Qi's closed eyes, although already blind, left a line of tears.

    He understood the Pope's decision, but the bitterness in his heart lingered for a long time and could not go away.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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