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- On the side of Leshan, at the knees of the Giant Buddha, the waves crash against the shore, just as they always have.
The giant Buddha sitting quietly on the bank of the river, with a pair of eyes that seemed hollow but also seemed to be insightful, quietly stared at the river and looked down at the people.
Everybody says that I, the Buddha, is compassionate, but when people in the world are in trouble, it is never the Buddha who saves them.
Those eyes, are they looking at life or nothingness?
???????????Is that compassion on the face a sign of compassion or a mockery of the world?
No, that¡¯s just a Buddha statue.
It can¡¯t save people, it can¡¯t save the world, it doesn¡¯t even have compassion, it¡¯s just a Buddha statue that can sit there.
The black-haired girl slowly landed on the Buddha's lap as if she was riding on the breeze.
Turning around and looking at the water level behind him, he saw that it was still far from being flooded to the knees of the Buddha.
The water flooded the Buddha¡¯s knees and the Lingyun Cave was burned down.
This is a couplet written at the entrance of a cave called Lingyun on the lap of the Buddha.
A contradictory couplet.
Logically speaking, if the water floods the Buddha¡¯s knees, then the Lingyun Grotto on the Buddha¡¯s knees should also be flooded by water.
Even if it is not submerged, water and fire cannot extinguish each other, and Lingyun Cave should not be burned by fire.
This is also the answer that Nanlin Sword Master Duanshuai, who once settled here and is now buried here, wants to know.
A few years ago, Nanlin Swordshead Duanshuai and Beiyin Kuangdao King Nie had a duel at the Leshan Giant Buddha. Their respective sons, Nie Feng and Duanlang, were watching the battle, and deep in the forest next to them , it was Bu Jingyun and two followers who were watching.
That battle was considered the pinnacle of the martial arts at that time, but in the end it ended in nothing. Nie Feng and Duan Lang only knew that they were dragged into the Lingyun Cave by a ball of fire and did not know whether to live or die. But Bu, who had witnessed the whole process, Jingyun seemed to have left an indelible shadow, and said nothing about the matter.
The two empty tombs next to Lingyun Cave were built by two orphans left by two people who were also masters at that time.
No matter how ambitious you are, no matter how great your martial arts, no matter how powerful you are, no matter how powerful you are, until you die, you will be nothing more than a handful of loess, a solitary grave, dust will return to dust, earth will return to earth, everything will return to illusion, leaving only The next generation is still alive, crying and remembering.
The girl turned her head and looked at the two tombs next to Lingyun Grotto, and shook her head slightly.
Are you lamenting that life is short, or are you lamenting that the world is like chess?
The little face is calm and unruffled, like a deep well that has remained unchanged for a thousand years. The girl walked gently and silently towards the Lingyun Cave.
Inside the cave, there was no dry air like the one near the river bank. Faintly, there was a frightening low moan coming from the depths of the cave, like a ghost crying or an animal howling.
However, without stopping, the small figure disappeared into the depths of Lingyun Cave in the blink of an eye.
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Nie Feng felt for the first time that Xiong Ba¡¯s way of speaking turned out to be so vivid.
He didn¡¯t even look for the person who was arranged to meet him by Xiong Ba, and that person came to him.
It¡¯s really easy to recognize.
However, Nie Feng felt the urge to bang his head against the wall.
Nie Feng once imagined what kind of person he would meet.
Since Xiongba can safely hand over this task to Nie Feng and that person, he must be someone who is as trusted by Xiongba as the three major disciples of Xiongba. At least, in terms of strength, Xiongba believes that that person has a way to achieve the level better than Xiongba. It would take a mysterious person with a high level to save his life, and he might even be able to take care of Nie Feng.
However, since he has been in Wushuang City for a long time, he is also a person who is good at hiding himself.
It's likewell, probably like those professional spies, or even more like a "shadow" than those spies, right?
for example¡¡
A shadow flashed before Nie Feng¡¯s eyes again.
Temple blessing.
Is it the temple blessing who claims to be able to uncover the secrets of heaven?
Since the mysterious temple blessing can even predict the flood without warning, then as a spy, although he is not talented, it is in line with Nie Feng's conjecture.
Or
girl.
The little girl who was falsely accused as a monster by the Leyang villagers was younger than Nie Feng, but Nie Feng could see with shame that the girl's cultivation was much higher than him.
Because, with his hearing, he couldn't hear the girl's footsteps next to her.
Not to mention the difference in cultivation level, just the attainment of this Qinggong makes Nie Feng feel ashamed.
And it seems that the girl also has the same "sensitivity" as Nie Feng.
&nbs; As an infiltrator, it is really too public.
"Zhang Yang?"
The man hiding the mirror stopped and turned to look at Nie Feng in amusement.
"Who do you think I am? What do you think I do?"
Although the words were questioning, Nie Feng, who was keen, could hear the hint of smile hidden in the words.
The young man could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At least I didn¡¯t offend this old senior.
Although the Hidden Mirror Man is, as the name suggests, hidden behind the mirror-like clothes and cannot see everything, out of politeness, Nie Feng still calls the Hidden Mirror Man his senior.
He has always been courteous and courteous, so naturally he didn¡¯t want to leave a bad impression on this old man.
"Seniorisn't he a spy?"
"Spy? Is this what Xiongba told you?"
There was a hint of displeasure in the tone of the man hiding the mirror.
"It's the junior's own guess"
"A spy has his own rules. With my outfit, how can I be a spy?"
The man hiding the mirror shook his cloak, causing a splashing sound.
So I don¡¯t believe it myself anymore¡
Nie Feng couldn¡¯t help but mutter to himself.
"My job is to be a killer."
The man hiding the mirror turned around and continued walking. As he turned, the mirror curtain on the bamboo hat lifted slightly, allowing Nie Feng to see the face of the man hiding the mirror in that moment.
The first is a pair of eyes that are much clearer than Nie Feng imagined, with clear black and white.
Then¡¡
There is no more.
Under those eyes, there is a mask that completely covers the face.
The man hiding the mirror dressed so flamboyantly and concealed his face so well that Nie Feng was not sure whether he was being arrogant or cautious.
"Are you disappointed?"
The man hiding the mirror said with a joking smile, completely unlike the senior master in Nie Feng's mind.
"Huh? No, no"
Nie Feng hurriedly shook his head in denial.
"Listen up, bad guys have the courage of bad guys, regular eyebrows, killers have the angle of killers, games have the charm of games, and a line of work has the characteristics of that line And the first condition for being a killer is arrogance So handsome."
The man hiding the mirror was like a child, talking proudly as he walked.
Nie Feng, who was following him, couldn't help but feel weak.
He felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch his forehead.
This time, Wushuang City and his party have a bleak future
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Author's words: Why do we seem to distort whatever we write When writing anything else, I write in a martial arts style. I finally wrote about martial arts, but why do I suddenly switch back to writing a complaint And the character's personality is broken in various ways Hidden Mirror, please don¡¯t take pictures of us, and little butterflies, don¡¯t chop us. We don¡¯t mean to destroy the majestic image of you two old people By the way, little butterflies don¡¯t have a majestic image
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