Pansy woke up with a shaking, the pain was unbearable, it was the wound left by the battle with Seinfeld, he barely managed to condense the wound, his face was brushed by something stinky, his eyes widened, and the blue sky was covered with more earthy yellow.

The wheel of the car pressed against a stone, and it shook down, and with a "moo", the face was whipped a few times by the ox's tail.

He sat up in a daze, and realized in hindsight that he had lost his cultivation!!

She couldn't care about the wound, raised her eyes and looked around, saw the old farmer holding the cow, saw the big fat doll with a straw pole on the back of the cow, saw the nine-foot reckless man walking on the side, and saw the blind monk, and asked in a trembling voice, "Why did my cultivation lose a layer?"

"Maybe I'm not good at it. ”

“！”

"I thought I could lose my mood. ”

"!!" Sumire has a dry mouth and wants to scold, but she doesn't dare!

"How can you do that. ”

"If you have evil thoughts in your heart, you have done bad things, and it is light to lose a layer of cultivation, you should be glad that you still have a blessed shade left, and I am not skilled in using it. ”

Sumire was propped up on the plank, obviously she didn't look at him, but it was like she was being targeted by something, and she only had the instinct to escape.

It's a pity that he can't run, he can't stand it while sitting, and he is too badly injured.

He thought of the phrase "rehearsal for you" in a daze, and he felt that he had guessed something, and he didn't dare to ask blatantly, so he could only lie back, and while he was recuperating his wounds, he was thinking about something in a mess.

Compared to the fact that he had lost a layer of cultivation, to be suddenly hit by something, and to be in that terrible situation where he couldn't scream or feel himself, Sumire found himself more willing to admit that he was wrong, and that he shouldn't have gone crazy and killed people indiscriminately.

He lay down, and when he woke up, he found that it was dark, and the old man who was driving the car was gone, replaced by the nine-foot man.

"Where is this going?"

Shuo Prison's deep voice was particularly thick by the night, "Hengdu." ”

Sumire was shocked, "Why did you take me to Hengdu!"

Shuo Prison glanced at him like an idiot, "We are going, as a captive, we naturally have to follow." ”

"Prisoner?" when did he become a prisoner.

At this time, Zhan Changfeng said quietly, "There is a vine demon who claims to be a bandit, and asks for Zhao'an, I hope you don't hurt your brain." ”

"No, I'm in a mess of my mind, I didn't call myself a bandit, I just asked you to recruit a bandit. He said, clutching his head.

"Yes, are you being recruited?"

"No, that's what I said casually!"

Zhan Changfeng expressed his understanding, "The captives are resolutely not recruited. ”

"Punishment as usual. Shuo Prison grabbed the thorns like a chicken, and screamed in fright, "According to the example, if you have something to say, say it well!"

Violet Thorn had died once, and now he was very scared, and hurriedly said, "You should always tell me that I... I'm going to go with you, right?"

"The housekeeper has it, the bookkeeper has it, and the nursing home has it, so let's be a gardener. ”

"What..."thing!

Zhan Changfeng made a decision, "You are a plant, and you should have natural experience in taking care of plants." ”

Violet thorn twisted, if it was just to raise flowers and plants, he could still accept it.

"If you have anything unacceptable, you can tell me now. ”

Susy Thorn glanced at her suddenly, thinking that she had accidentally said what was in her heart, and said hesitantly, "I don't want to do anything related to murder in the near future." ”

Zhan Changfeng gave him a stack of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, "Self-cultivation is very important, and I have time to read more books." ”

...... Demon, he is a demon cultivated by spiritual plants, and that is also a demon, let him see this kind of Buddhist scriptures?

"Is there a problem?" Zhan Changfeng felt his resentful gaze, well, he can still resent, it is much better than the previous dumb wood, and the demon should be almost gone.

"Nope. Sumire replied quickly, then fell silent.

He began to reflect on why he was so afraid of her, according to the words of the human race, he had lost face.

Fear?

Violet pondered, there are those who are higher than her cultivation, and those who are stronger than her... There may be, but no matter how people cultivate demons, what they see is not as awe-inspiring as the feeling she gives him.

If you think about it, this awe doesn't appear now, it doesn't appear when he was hit, it goes back to much earlier, from the time she asked three questions about his heart, from the time she said...

Jin Thorn felt that voice echo in his mind, "The Great Dao has no shape, there is no good and evil in heaven and earth, and only wise beings can distinguish between right and wrong, use rulers and lines to draw universal standards, and then exploit loopholes to protect their own interests, just like you just now, you will kill people out of control and plunder cultivation resources, which is a matter of course." ”

"When I do one thing, people praise me, I do one thing, people slander me, but what does it have to do with me, the wise are destined to be biased, and the wise beings have a view of right and wrong, which is only established for the sake of a position. ”

The night in the mountains was cold, and it did not slow down because of the middle of summer, and he asked the ghost, "What is the right and wrong in your eyes?"

"Good and evil are only accepted standards for a certain period of time, and I do not guarantee that they will change or remain unchanged, and I will follow universal standards without going against my own heart. ”

"What if it does?" he blurted out.

Then he heard the man, without pause or quick speech, reply, as in the usual question-and-answer, "Then make my standard universal." ”

Pansy felt a certain excitement in herself, resisting and delighting at her answer, and finally couldn't help but ask, "How do you know your standards are right?"

Zhan Changfeng smiled, "You asked me, my standards are not perfect, and I don't know if it's right or not, so I will first abide by and examine the existing rules." ”

Sumire found that she really didn't know what to say except to ask one by one, because she thought differently from others, and even if she did, you could only nod your head as if she didn't understand.

He felt that the rule she said did not only refer to good and evil, right and wrong.

"You're an inspector, what are you going to do when you go back this time, are you going to stay permanently?"

"Attend a crown scarf convention first, and then stay for a while. ”

They are all foundation building monks, and they haven't even worn a crown scarf and a Taoist robe, just like him, growing up in the mountains, "I heard that your crown scarf conference still needs a master, is it your master himself?"

"No, find a temporary one. ”

A master is a master who guides a practitioner on the path and generally establishes a master-disciple relationship.

For cultivators, the cause and effect between master and apprentice is the greatest, which is equivalent to recognizing one parent, so the master can only have one. Other sir, who are learning the arts, can worship many of them.

It was impossible for Zhan Changfeng to let Master Du become her master, she agreed, and neither did the inheritance on her body.

The sky was bright, just in time for Hengdu to open the city gate.

Shuo Prison threw the ox cart to Violet, who had recovered seventy or eighty percent of his injuries, "I bought it for you, you can deal with it." ”

Pansy was dumbfounded, "... Thank you. ”