Yan Yan was not the kind of woman who was smooth and slick when it came to socializing with people. For a moment, she did not know how to continue the conversation. However, when she thought of the bleak future that would await her and her younger sister after daybreak, she found it difficult to breathe. She only wanted to distract herself and casually talk to the person who had mysteriously appeared here and acted unpredictably. Only by doing so could she not collapse.
Hsu Fengnian looked into the distance and sighed with emotion. He said softly with a bit of self-mockery, "I used to know a woman who left home to wander the Jianghu. Just like you, she also had a chivalrous heart. I once went with her to Beimang and watched her suffer a lot. I even told her some boring truths about fortune and misfortune. She was also stubborn. In the end, I helped her a little, but now I can't be sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing for her."
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and smiled. "Don't worry, I've changed my mind. As long as I'm in the city, you'll be safe. As for the reason, there really is one, and that is this Jianghu. Without true heroines like you, even if there are as many experts as the clouds, how boring would it be? "
Then Hsu Fengnian said bitterly, "There aren't many old people in this Jianghu anymore."
Yan Yan stared at him with clear eyes.
Hsu Fengnian suddenly laughed and asked, "What, do you think I'm the same kind of trash as that old pervert Dong? That I'm actually drooling over you sisters' beauty? The only difference is that old man likes to use force, while I like to play tricks. Fine, I admit that you've seen through me. You've just escaped from the wolf pack and entered the tiger's den. Why are you crying? "
Yan Yan smiled sweetly like a pear blossom in the rain. She shook her head and said, "I know that you're not that kind of person."
Hsu Fengnian leaned back and lay down. "Let's talk about the city. You can choose the interesting things to talk about, such as that Little Rotten Tuo Mountain."
Her voice became lighter, and the sorrow on her face faded a little. It was not the kind of joy that came from seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, but the kind of complete acceptance of fate. She knew that the person beside her, whose surname she did not even know, did not have any dirty thoughts. However, she also knew that he was just a passerby in this city, or rather, the place where they grew up. However, she still went along with his words. "Young Master, you may have heard that there is a prayer wheel on the mountain that no one has ever been able to turn, but you may not know that there is actually an old monk at the foot of the mountain who is nicknamed Zen Master Chicken Soup. He is very interesting. He is not from the Western Regions, but a foreign monk who recites the Zen Dharma of the Central Plains. If someone goes to the cottage to ask about Zen, the old monk will definitely invite them to eat a pot of fragrant chicken soup. He will not drink it himself, but watch others drink it.
Hsu Fengnian said softly, "In the Central Plains, there is a branch of Zen Buddhism that indeed has this practice of begging the world with alms bowls. They call themselves beggars and only ask for the word 'truth'. A bowl of rice from a thousand families, traveling ten thousand miles alone, and in the end, this old monk came to the Western Regions and cooked chicken soup for people to drink? However, I am very curious. Who killed the chicken used to cook the soup? "
She was stunned for a moment and said helplessly, "How would I know? I have never thought about this question. "
Hsu Fengnian joked, "Miss, you don't seem to have any Buddhist nature. Even if you really meet the Monk Chicken Soup, you will inevitably be called a fool. Perhaps you won't even be able to drink the chicken soup."
She was speechless.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and tried to remedy the situation. "Then, are there any famous anecdotes that have spread to the outer city where you are?"
She nodded and said, "Of course. I heard that many years ago, there was a big Horse Bandit who killed without batting an eyelid. He swaggered into the inner city and drank the old monk's chicken soup. He asked if such a person could also become a Buddha. The old monk said of course, as long as he put down the butcher's knife. That Horse Bandit who started by killing people laughed and said that he never used a knife to kill people because he thought it was troublesome. He always used both hands to kill his enemies. What kind of butcher's knife did he have? Guess what the old monk said? He said, pick up the butcher's knife first and then put it down. Guess what? Many years later, that Horse Bandit really brought a knife back to the foot of the mountain and threw it away in front of the old monk. He cried and said that he wanted to put it down. Later, that Horse Bandit who was more than fifty years old picked up the knife again, shaved his head and put it down. From then on, he became a monk by the old monk's side and devoted himself to Buddha. "
Hsu Fengnian said softly, "He put down this and that, this side and that side, this shore and that shore, this life and that life, he really did put it down."
She said in surprise, "Young Master, you really believe in this matter. In fact, even I don't really believe it."
That guy who was getting more and more difficult to understand didn't say anything, so she continued, "I also heard that the old monk liked to sing a song called Falling Lotus Flower. The song didn't have a name at first, but there were more than a hundred lyrics. Half of them were Falling Lotus Flower. That's why the inner and outer cities gave it the name Falling Lotus Flower. Then someone went to drink the chicken soup and asked the old monk if the Falling Lotus Flower had fallen since he had been practicing Zen for decades. The old monk regretfully told the visitor who seemed to be deliberately making things difficult that the lotus flower in his heart hadn't fallen, but when it finally fell one day, he would be able to practice Zen and then he would no longer cook the chicken soup. The latest interesting news in the outer city was that there was a foreigner who broke into the inner city and reached the foot of the mountain. He didn't drink the chicken soup and only asked the old monk if he was the same as his master, a celestial being in the world. It was very strange … "
She talked to herself and didn't notice that the young master's face became gloomy and uncertain after hearing the last part.
She also didn't notice that there was an empty-handed man on the roof.
Hsu Fengnian sat up and didn't look at the person who abandoned his sword and carried the corpse to a mountain in the western region.
That person sneered and said, "Now I know that you are really smart. My master defeated him, and you defeated my master. It should be your turn to be suppressed by the newcomer, so you would rather not be the most powerful person in the world. You simply gave up your own fate and became one of the more stable Four Great Grandmasters."
Hsu Fengnian smiled faintly and said, "You are wrong about one thing. Back then, your master didn't defeat him, and I also didn't defeat your master. The two of them just didn't care about the Jianghu they were in, or the Jianghu in the eyes of outsiders. The truth is just as you think. Not to mention the level of cultivation, just based on the strength of combat power, your master could even fight Ancestor Lu eight hundred years ago. Even if the nine people of Wu Ping joined forces to fight, your master could still kill whoever he wanted. This is the true ultimate of martial arts. As for what your master was thinking at that time, you can think about it yourself. When you understand it one day, you can take back the Bodhisattva Barbarian Sword and take revenge on me. "
One of Wang Xianzhi's disciples, the dull man, Martial Emperor Lou Huang, said in a deep voice, "I want to take away the child called Yu Dilong."
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "Even if I am willing, he won't go with you. Moreover, instead of relying on others, it's better to rely on yourself. "
Lou Huang was silent for a moment and said calmly, "I can't defeat you."
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