The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

After leaving the cave where he stayed before, Xuanyuan did not go far, but found another clean and deserted cave nearby to stay temporarily. He still had two things to do. First, to make sure that the Buddhist disciple really killed "Ning Xiuchen" and made Buddhist beads with his bones. Second, to heal the original owner.

The original owner's body had been stabbed and hurt again and again. He had experienced the pain of being forced to fall from a Taoist cultivator to a demon cultivator. He had also been poisoned by the Jueling Powder given by the Demon Sect's junior sister. He had just taken the dry food with added ingredients given by the Buddhist disciple. The spiritual power in his dantian was also suppressed by the Buddha's light. It can be said that his whole body was full of hidden injuries and hidden dangers, and he had to heal his injuries well.

These injuries on the original owner's body were nothing when Xuanyuan was still in his body. Even if his body was as weak as paper, Xuanyuan could have extremely powerful strength just by relying on his soul and his understanding and perception of the rules. But if he left it alone, when Xuanyuan left and the original owner returned to this body, he would probably die soon due to the burden of his body.

This is not a good thing. It is not entirely true that Xuan Yuan sympathizes with Ning Xiuchen. It is indeed too tragic that the original owner is so unlucky that everyone he meets betrays and hurts him. But to be honest, there are not a few cultivators in the cultivation world whose families are broken, who are hunted down and betrayed.

So it is not entirely true that Xuan Yuan sympathizes with the original owner's experience and feels the suffering he has suffered, so he wants to help the original owner. It can only be said that Ning Xiuchen actually got the benefit of the second-rate physical cultivator who has the same physique as him, but has walked a completely different path with his own will and strength.

His soul sank into the mustard seed space, and Xuan Yuan searched for the things he had stored in the mustard seed space. At Xuan Yuan's current level, except for his natal flying sword Poxiao, he no longer needs external objects, so the things in the mustard seed space are basically things he doesn't care about very much.

Including the Tree of Life brought from the Western Fantasy Advanced World, some things that Xuan Yuan was very interested in and collected from various mission worlds were cluttered in half of the mustard seed space. If he didn't look carefully, even he himself didn't know how many things were put in it, and where these things were placed.

However, the things that could completely heal the hidden injuries in the original owner's body were not the things found in the mission worlds that Xuan Yuan had experienced. What Xuan Yuan wanted to find was the elixir that he stuffed into the mustard seed space when he ascended from the cultivation world. Xuan Yuan remembered that there seemed to be a lot of elixirs for healing injuries in his collection, which could be taken out to heal the original owner's body.

"Hmm... found it." The things brought out from the cultivation world were stored by Xuan Yuan in a place in the mustard seed space. When his consciousness swept this vast area, he could easily find the elixir he wanted to heal the original owner.

After taking the pill, Xuan Yuan felt the medicinal power dissolving in his body. The warm and powerful medicinal power emerged from the Dantian and began to flow along the meridians to all directions of the body, nourishing this body that had been tortured and almost broken, bit by bit, like a trickle, awakening the missing vitality of this body bit by bit.

During the time when the medicinal power was dissolving, Xuan Yuan's majestic sea-like consciousness had been firmly locked on the cave where he left "Ning Xiuchen". Soon, he saw a monk wearing a very simple monk's robe walked into the cave.

This monk was dressed very simply, with a plain light blue monk's hat, monk's robe, and monk's shoes. The whole person was very clean. He had a beautiful face, fair skin, and beautiful facial features like a beautiful woman. He had a gentle and compassionate temperament, compassion for the world, and a kind of detachment that was not in this world.

This monk was naturally a Buddhist child of Qianfo Temple, and his Taoist name was Miaoqing. He held one hand upright in front of him, with a Buddhist string hanging on his chest. If it weren't for the Buddha's light emanating from his body, he would look like an ordinary monk walking around.

It's just that his appearance is too outstanding and his temperament is too extraordinary.

But this Buddhist with a refined appearance and a temperament beyond the world, when he walked into the cave and found "Ning Xiuchen" sleeping against the mountain wall, his face full of compassion and kindness suddenly showed an extremely twisted and morbid smile.

With such a dark and smelly expression, Miao Qing walked to "Ning Xiuchen", then lifted his monk's robe with elegant and calm movements and sat down. He sat cross-legged as he did in meditation in the past, but at this time he could no longer find any compassion for the world, and all that was left was twisted possession, madness and morbidity.

These emotions that were completely contrary to the purity of Buddhism appeared in him, giving people a great sense of contrast, as if they saw the Buddha's fall... No, not as if, this Buddhist son Miaoqing, who was called the future Buddha, had indeed fallen, because of the evil that came from his heart, he had already fallen from Buddha to demon.

"It's great..." Sitting next to the unconscious "Ning Xiuchen" with his eyes closed, Miaoqing murmured with a subtle, creepy and fanatical smile on his face. He suddenly raised his hand, and his white and slender fingers without a callus gently touched "Ning Xiuchen's" eyes, with a kind of restrained mania.

Miaoqing stared at "Ning Xiuchen" with burning eyes, and the compassion, holiness and detachment of the Buddhist son on him were completely clear. His fingers gently brushed "Ning Xiuchen's" eyes, and sighed in a satisfied tone: "You finally don't use these eyes to look at others anymore."

After sighing these words, the almost morbid smile that appeared on Miaoqing's face suddenly faded little by little, and the compassionate and detached expression appeared on her face again, silently staring at the unconscious "Ning Xiuchen", He whispered: "Master often says that there are demons in the world."

"In the past, I thought the devil was in people's hearts, but now I understand that you are the devil." The sharp-jointed index finger gently slid on "Ning Xiuchen's" face, brushing his eyebrows, his eyes, and his face. Her nose, his lips, Miaoqing moaned lowly, with indescribable beauty and depression, "I am obsessed with you."

He suddenly laughed lowly, with extremely twisted depression and pain: "I am so happy to be possessed by you. But why, why can't you just look at me?" Miaoqing's hand moved down, her movements elegant. And calmly pinched the neck of "Ning Xiuchen", as if to get rid of the demon that led him to fall.

"Why do you always have to look at others? Why would you rather get hurt than help them? Are those people important to you?" Miaoqing asked softly, and a handle appeared on her other hand. Dagger, "I am obsessed with you, why don't you want to pay more attention to me and just look at me?"

Miaoqing's hand holding "Ning Xiuchen's" neck became stronger and stronger, but before "Ning Xiuchen" breathed his last, the dagger he held in his left hand had already mercilessly stabbed into Ning Xiuchen's Dantian. , and even in order to destroy his dantian even more completely, he maliciously rotated the dagger that pierced the flesh and blood in his dantian.

"After so long, I finally figured out one thing. As long as you can still use your spiritual power, as long as you can still help others, then you will do your best to help them regardless of yourself, and focus your attention and attention on On them." Miaoqing suddenly pulled out the blood-stained dagger.

Throwing the dagger aside casually, Miaoqing ignored that her left hand was covered in blood and just smiled to herself and continued: "If you want to stop you from helping those people and stop your eyes from falling on those people, all you have to do is It's fine if you lose your power. Without your spiritual power, you can no longer help others, right?"

But destroying the Dantian was not enough. Miaoqing still felt that it was not enough. He curled his lips, and the pure and childish smile on Qingjun's face was still there, but his eyes were dark, deep and sickly: "But it's still not enough." He said His hand gently brushed "Ning Xiuchen's" face, his eyes dark and unspeakable.

"As long as you are alive, you will pay attention to others, and this makes me painful." Miaoqing calmed down, but her eyes were still scary, "You are a devil. As long as you are still in front of me, I will never be able to calm down. I hate it. Master often says that demons should be eliminated to protect the Tao. You are a demon, and I want to eliminate you."

After closing her eyes, Miaoqing personally killed "Ning Xiuchen" whose chest was still rising slightly, neatly and without any hesitation or stagnation. The compassionate and merciful Buddhist Miaoqing, this was the first time that he personally let a life disappear, and it was also the time when he fell completely from the altar.

When Miaoqing noticed that the breath of the body in front of him disappeared little by little, the temperature dropped little by little, and it really passed away, he suddenly looked up at "Ning Xiuchen" who had no breath anymore, as if he had been awakened. , for a long time, he came forward and gently pressed his cold lips on "Ning Xiuchen's" thin pink lips that had lost their vitality.

"You will be with me." A murmur that was almost a sigh escaped from between her teeth. Next, Miaoqing took out the pale bones from "Ning Xiuchen" with a detached attitude, and ground them into pieces one by one with her own hands. Bone beads.

Xuan Yuan did not look at the next scene. He just asked softly in a rather subtle and disgusting manner: "How did you feel when you saw the scene before your death with your own eyes?" He tilted his head. He tilted his head and looked at the man in red standing in front of him.

Ning Xiuchen said indifferently: "Absurd, disgusting, and hateful."

"The evil in the human heart...I have seen it."