Data Cultivation System

ps: I am finally home, this feeling is so good...

Killing, in recent days, the entire Yanling County has almost been caught in a killing process, whether it is those zombies attacking humans, or thousands of monks killing zombies, in short, within this period of time, in Yanling County, Killings can be seen everywhere, and in the end, for the sake of the so-called points, there is no shortage of fights between monks. In the faint, the entire Yanling County seems to have turned into a piece of Shura purgatory.

These days, Zhuge Xiang, Su Huayu, and Mizheng wandered around Raksha City, killing countless zombies. Although it is said that Zhuge Xiang's cultivation level is the lowest among the three, it has to be said that Zhuge Xiang The fighting power is the strongest.

For the zombies he killed these days, Zhuge Xiang’s points even broke the 10,000 mark. Of course, not only Zhuge Xiang’s own points for killing zombies, but also other people’s record badges. hands.

These days, there have been many open and secret fights, ambushes, sneak attacks and poisonous killings. To Zhuge Xiang, this kind of killing day is not surprising. Every strong man who wants to deal with Zhuge Xiang has been killed by Zhuge Xiang. Everything that was killed, the things in the storage ring, and the points all became Zhuge Xiang's pocket.

Su Huayu is also a disciple of Shura Sect. Although she has been a protected princess in Raksha City all these years, whether it is Qing Mingzi or Su Haitang, they have instilled in Su Huayu the ideology of Shura Sect. Su Huayu's training gave Su Huayu the potential to become a witch.

The only one who was really affected by the fighting and fighting these days was Mizheng. Various months of betrayal. Poisoned. Attacks, and some people even use naive children and frail old people as a means of deception. Everything that has been encountered these days has greatly impacted Yazheng's philosophy since he was a child.

"What? Are you still sad about the little girl who died today?" That night, the three of Zhuge Xiang slept on a hillside three hundred miles north of Luocha City, and Zhuge Xiang walked to Mizheng's house. beside. asked.

Mizheng was squatting on the grass, the bonfire next to him was blazing, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and buried his head between his knees. Hearing Zhuge Xiang's words, Mizheng raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, these days The shock he received made him unable to calm down whether he was resting or meditating.

"No. Today, that little girl deceived us with food that has hidden golden thread Gu. If she is not killed, she will definitely kill more people in the future. I don't regret how vicious she is at such a young age." , Shaking his head, Mizheng answered, with an unprecedented look in his eyes.

"Oh?" Zhuge Xiang was surprised when he heard Mizheng's words. After looking Mizheng up and down, he couldn't help laughing: "It seems that the things these days are not bad for you, at least You have learned to think about problems by yourself, instead of using Buddhist rules to measure right and wrong when encountering anything."

"Although all living beings are equal and all living things can be crossed, there is also a difference between good and evil. It takes ten or eight years for a person with an evil nature to correct his evil nature, but it only takes one month for a person with a good conscience. Why? Am I going to waste time on that evil person? Killing him with one knife is enough to save the innocent people he killed in the past ten or eight years... ".

As Zhuge Xiang said, the experience of the past few days seems to have really made Mizheng think about many problems. In the end, his voice was sonorous, and although his words were like demons, murderous, but they gave people a sense of universal salvation, open and upright a feeling of.

"Although the point system of the corpse removal alliance is for benign purposes, it has aroused the greed of many evil people these days. The zombies have not been killed, but they pick up the butcher knife, against us humans, These evil people must never be left behind," Zhuge Xiang stood up after Mizheng's words, and said murderously with the same look of compassion in his heart.

"That's right!" Mizheng nodded, and said with praise: "These people are willing to kill others for their own benefit. These people must not be left behind and must be eliminated."

"Okay, starting tomorrow, zombies are our hunting targets. Those evil people are more dangerous than zombies. For the sake of the common people, they are also our hunting targets." Zhuge Xiang and Mi Zheng clapped their palms together Together, speak in unison.

"These days, I haven't had a good rest, and I haven't recovered well. Now that the knot in my heart has been opened, I have to take this opportunity to adjust my state." Sitting down cross-legged, he corrected the Buddha's body full of light. The strength began to flow, and he really calmed down.

"Congratulations, a good Buddhist disciple has finally been pulled into the magic way." Beside the bonfire, seeing Zhuge Xiang sitting back beside her, Su Huayu couldn't help but said with a low laugh.

"You're wrong, I'm just teaching him how to behave in the world, now I'm at ease." Shaking his head, Zhuge Xiang didn't feel complacent at all.

From Su Huayu's point of view, a good Buddhist disciple was finally brought down by him, but from Zhuge Xiang's point of view, he was indeed helping Mi Zheng.

Buddha, what is Buddha? Sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants, cherish the moth veil lamps, how many ants are trampled to death when people walk on the road?

If you really regulate yourself according to the way of Buddhism, do you have to see clearly where you are standing every time you step down, whether there are ants floating around? If this is the case, wouldn't the so-called Buddhist rules become a cocoon? Wouldn't it make it difficult for me to move an inch?

Mizheng grew up under the teachings of Buddhism, and the rules of Buddhism have been deeply rooted in his bones. In Zhuge Xiang's eyes, he has become this kind of person who is bound by the rules of Buddhism. In Zhuge Xiang's view, his own This behavior completely helped Mizheng, allowing him to break the Buddhist shackles that bound him.

During the chatting these days, Zhuge Xiang and Su Huayu also knew what happened to Mizheng. He followed the words of the elders of the sect and came out to practice.

Although his cultivation base is good and his aptitude is excellent, he was not selected in the selection of the sect, why? It was because the elders of Tianlong Temple saw Mizheng's shortcomings that he was asked to go down the mountain to practice.

Kind? When he really went down the mountain and saw the warmth, good and evil, deceit and betrayal in the world, Mizheng would naturally have his own ideas. Slowly, he would naturally have his own views on Buddhism, which belonged to him alone. , is his own, not Buddhist precepts, those things in books.

Practitioners usually use meditation instead of sleeping. After formally confirming the battle plan to snatch other people's record badges, Zhuge Xiang and Su Huayu sat by the campfire and chatted for a few words, and wanted to meditate, but soon, they couldn't A stumbling figure in the distance ran towards this side.

"Someone!" Seeing the figure running over, Zhuge Xiang and Su Huayu's expressions tightened, the magic weapon appeared in their hands, and even Mi Zheng over there suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at the bonfire here, the figure trotted over here, and soon, Zhuge Xiang and the others also clearly saw the appearance of this person.

It looked like he was about thirty years old, his face was pale, and he couldn't see the slightest color of blood. The clothes on his body were already tattered, his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't know how long he hadn't rested. There are countless wounds on the body of the figure, and some wounds have recovered, but this man has a huge wound on his chest, like a child's mouth opened, the flesh has completely rotted, and abscesses are born, so he is not dead, so he has to be let People admire his vitality.

His expression was exhausted. When the man came to the campfire, he almost fell to the ground. After looking at Zhuge Xiang and the three of them, the man pulled himself together and asked Zhuge Xiang: "Little brother, I don't know if you can Do you have water and food?"

"Yes!" Before Zhuge Xiang could answer, Mi Zheng who was next to him answered. While speaking, he took out dry food and food from the storage ring and brought them to the man.

Although Mizheng has already figured out a lot of things through these days of experience, but just breaking the shackles of Buddhism on him does not mean that Mizheng has become a hard-hearted person.

However, just when Mi Zheng was bringing dry food and water to the man, suddenly, Mi Zheng's face changed slightly, and he took a step back abruptly. A cold light, like a shooting star in the sky, swept the bowl in Mi Zheng's hand. It was crushed, and at the same time, the dry food in his hand was also torn into powder under this cold light.

A long arrow was stuck on the ground in front of Mizheng, its tail feathers trembled constantly, exuding a sharp air, if Mizheng's reaction was a little slower just now, under this terrible arrow, either death or injury.

"Who is it? How dare you shoot a cold arrow secretly!?" Looking at the direction the arrow was coming from, Mi Zheng opened his mouth and shouted angrily.

He is good when he should be kind, and angry when he should be angry. His character has changed a lot from that of Amitabha when he just started to understand whether he was chanting the Buddha's name "Pure Little Monk".

Zhuge Xiang, Su Huayu, grasped the weapon tightly in their hands, especially Zhuge Xiang, looking at the direction of the arrow, the coldness flowed, and the murderous intent filled the air. The person who just shot the cold arrow in the dark obviously wanted to join Mizheng with him. Shooting and killing also dabbles in bows and arrows, Zhuge Xiang can still see this.

"Where does this junior dare to save people casually? How can you save this person?" There was a sound of footsteps, and then, a thin man rode a white tiger with hanging eyes and walked out of the night out.

He looks about forty, with a hooked nose, which gives people the feeling of being ungrateful and ungrateful. On his back, he carries a huge bow. It is obvious that he shot the arrow just now. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and updated faster!