"Is right and wrong that important?" Ling Yun got up to face the cool wind and asked, "if it''s so important, why don''t so many questions really have the only answer?"
"We are always saying that this world is not good, always thinking about why this world is not good," Ling Yun raised his mouth slightly, "but what can that do? Chen Diao Temple told me that in the place where he used to live, many people would complain that their country was not strong enough, always pick out many problems, and then praise the good of other countries, especially the countries that used to be aggressors in their motherland. He said that such people should die, but another function of living is to remind people who really like their country, Strive to make the motherland strong. "
"There is another kind, although they don''t like their own country and can find fault, but at least they know where they belong and who they are. There will never be a shortage of people who find problems in the world."
"It''s... A lack of people to solve the problem."
Ling Yun turned his head and looked at the young man lying on the ground, "so we know what is good, what is bad, which is more right and which is wrong. When we make sure that our own principles and actions will not bring trouble to good people, and can make the world a little better, we must go. In this way, the world will gradually get better. I believe that people who think like this must exist, I''m doing it, too. "
The young man sneered, "it''s not so much about caring for all living beings, it''s better to be alone. You just feel that you are good enough, and then do it. No matter what good people praise you or what bad people give you, there is no big difference between doing it and not doing it."
"What''s the best way?"
The young man said with a smile, "of course, it''s better. The teacher preaches and imparts knowledge and dispels doubts. When the disciples get more questions about the success of the career, they will pass it on to the disciples, and it will be better gradually."
"Everyone is not doing this, but why is the world so bad?" Ling Yun asked.
The young man took a deep look at Lingyun and disappeared with a thump. Lingyun laughed. The devil was still fighting with him. He looked up at the sky and said, "is it really good to be wild and free?"
Wild freedom, many people will worry about whether they can see the sun tomorrow, Kyushu world of those monks who only want to live forever, if this situation, really feel that they will be good?
Ling Yun can''t help laughing, "it''s better to die."
He suddenly pulled out quexie and cut through the air, but there was nothing in the rear. Then the space behind him was torn open, and the stars were floating, like a dreamland, and Lingyun suddenly disappeared in the same place.
When he woke up again, he had arrived in a strange environment. It was raining heavily. He stood on the other side of the river, opposite a village. In front of him, there was a river. The river was huge, and it was running against the stone arch bridge. Ling Yun looked at the people on the other side of the river and asked, "mirage?"
He looked up at the gray sky, only in a daze of Kung Fu, the opposite village suddenly turned into a dilapidated look, ghost, no one alive, and the stone arch bridge in front of him has been broken, missing a lot of pieces, even if it is the shore, as long as you touch it, it may collapse.
A child suddenly came out and ran up. Ling Yun picked him up, but he just caught a piece of air. The child still ran up
Finally, the broken stone arch bridge collapsed, and the child fell into the water, never to appear again
Ling Yun looked at the scene, his body trembled gently, and slowly walked to the bank. The river was surging, but suddenly it became an abyss. He was familiar with the abyss, but the flowers were blooming on the bank, and the butterflies were dancing. He thought of the joy he had asked for on the Road, the reluctance he could not practice in the end, the grievance and anger he could not get revenge for his great hatred, His lips trembled, "why?"
Yeah, why do you do that to a child?
When he was studying with his husband, he was at ease, but not at ease. He didn''t have to worry about his own life and death, but he was surrounded by nightmares every day. Even big dreams could not eliminate his guilt. He always heard and thought that the dead adoptive parents, brothers, uncles and uncles must be resenting why he didn''t revenge them, They will think so.
The dark abyss is like a hungry beast. It wants to devour Lingyun''s soul. Suddenly, a silver sword light comes out of the abyss. Suddenly, the deep black river sword spirit lingers, and the sword spirit rushes to the sky, but it is fleeting. Lingyun''s legs soften and he sits on the ground.
"Who are you?" Ling Yun roared.
An old man in a black robe was standing on the opposite bank. He had white hair and was in a mess. His face was covered with mud. "Wu you asked you to come to me. Who do you say I am?"
"Master?" Ling Yun didn''t notice much kindness or malice from the old man. He was just a lost young man who met a slovenly beggar.
The old man scoffed and said, "it''s not like practising swords. It''s shameless to call it Jian Xiu."
"Poor talent, do your best." Ling Yun doesn''t look at the black river any more, and his tone still fluctuates. So far, no one can make his mood manifest so true.
"To practice sword is a gift, but the latter sentence is more pleasing," the old man said faintly. "The village you have seen before is true, and the expression of your mood behind is also true, but the two are irrelevant. There must be a reason to repair the bridge, don''t you think?"
"Yes." Ling Yun replied.
As soon as the old man waved his sleeve and turned aside, Ling Yun saw the village on the other side again. He thought it was very untrue, but it really existed. "This village is a mixture of fish and dragons. There are killers, criminals, sneakers, looters, prostitutes and so on; It''s also reasonable. It''s a good teacher, a good captor, a great Xia in the world, an innocent child, a kind girl, a woman who likes to talk but has a good heart, and so on
"In front of them, that is, behind you, there are always troops, who kill the villains here. Unfortunately, they have reformed for a long time, and it''s hard to tell whether they are good or bad. When the bridge is repaired, they will all die." The old man pointed to the village and said, "if it can''t be repaired, those people behind you will die."
"You are on the other side, but what else is there on your other side?" The old man said faintly, "I don''t know if I practice sword. Is the sharp arrow just a sharp weapon or what?"
"What is the meaning of sword in my heart?"
"When you open your mouth and spit out, you will have thousands of sword Qi. What kind of sword Qi is it?"
"You know it''s a mirage here, so you don''t have the influence of these people in any choice, but you will lose the chance to repair the long bridge again, so you start to hesitate and think of a compromise," the old man said with a smile. "If you are too eager to judge people''s minds, you will not be able to make great achievements in practicing sword."
"What do you want to say?" Ling Yun asked softly.
The old man shook his head, "I don''t want to say anything, but I want to know what you want and what you will do after you can really practice sword?"
"The Kyushu world behind Zhenbei city is really annoying. Will you one day, when you are successful in kendo, you will be angry for Zhenbei city."
"Will you block the wild world for Zhenbei city? Even if you can''t get revenge, you should be happy."
"Will you be someone you don''t want to be again?"
"Or do you yearn for the wild only, only life and death, no calculation."
"I''ve practiced sword for many years, and the heart of the sword is filthy. The person who taught you is not worth mentioning," the old man said with a smile, "I''ve put the opportunity in front of you..."
"If you can''t solve the problem, kill the person who raised it?" Ling Yun shakes his head. He has a myriad of thoughts, thinking of the best way to solve the problem
"Bullshit soft persimmon scholars, for thousands of years, there are only a few Confucianists who can fight. It''s not worth mentioning." the old man is very resentful of Confucianists. "All the scholars in the back have read into the dog''s stomach."
"If all these are illusions, how can I choose?" Ling Yun shook his head again and looked at the old man, "nothing is the best."
There was a look of approval in the old man''s eyes. He was really a smart boy to the extreme. "When I saw you fighting in the wild world, I came to see what the tortoise son Wu you could throw me!"
As soon as the old man waved his hand, the environment broke, and he stood beside Ling Yun. Before that, Ling Yun had a clear conversation with the demons. He could know more about Ling Yun''s mood. "He''s not a coward. He doesn''t practice sword very well, and he''s not very good at boxing. As for others, he''s a rotten fish and shrimp. Anyway, you''re smart enough."
The old man stood beside Ling Yun, took out his nose, and casually put it on Ling Yun''s shoulder. Then he said, "let''s talk about it when we get to 100000 mountains. There are many pursuers behind you. I don''t think you look like a man before hiding. Although Ziqing''s little girl is a demon, she''s delicate. You shouldn''t show your skills and show your heroic spirit, Only in this way can you get the beauty back, a demon king of thirteen realms, but at least fourteen realms of fighting power. If you pick up this talisman in vain, you should run with her. You know that the demon families in the wild world respect the strong. If you were so hot at that time, you would go straight up and do him... "
"And then there is no bones left, and you can''t die any more." Ling Yun''s mouth twitches slightly. It seems that the old man doesn''t stick to the same pattern.
"Well said," the old man pulled his ear and asked, "what are you going to do when something like that happens? There''s no time to reason with you. "
"It''s important to save people." Ling Yun said without hesitation.
The old man said, sitting cross legged on the ground, "I met that village when I was young. When I was young, most people believed in many beautiful things. What do they expect? After saving all the people in the village and stopping the army, we all sit down and have a good talk. Those who deserve to die and those who deserve to live will live. "
"What happened?" Ling Yun asked.
The old man blew his beard and said, "the result is that people who have made mistakes admit their mistakes. People who have not made mistakes also admit their mistakes. They beg the adults to open up and make a new face."
"It''s very kind. As a result, they were all killed." Ling Yun asked.
The old man shook his head and laughed, "the man in charge is a man. He really let those people go, but what are the conditions?"
"How does he do it?" Ling Yun asked.
The old man said to himself, Ling Yun asked to himself, all the stories remembered by people, if the story is not beautiful, then he must be sad and cruel, the only thing that can be remembered between the two is the age-old insipid.
In fact, the story told by the old man was very plain, not so full of ups and downs. The general let the bad guys go back and told the emperor truthfully. The emperor thought that the evil people''s kindness was the result of enlightenment, so he pardoned the general''s fault. After that, everyone lived a peaceful life.
What''s the point of building a bridge or not?
So when Ling Yun asked the old man the last question, the old man said: "it''s really his mother farting."
Ling Yun asked a sentence: "elder generation what realm."
Those who have made mistakes can turn over and be a new man. But where are the opportunities for the family members and the victims?
There''s no chance.
In the process of enlightenment, we are making people to be good, but it can''t cover up a person''s past. If we are wrong, we have to pay a price. If we are wrong and say that we can change ourselves, then we can all do bad things. If we change again, there is nothing. How can we?
So the story in the old man''s story is not the village, but everyone in the village. Their life is a sad and joyous world, and it is a real story of flesh and blood.
But the old man didn''t say, and Ling Yun didn''t deliberately ask, "the elder came to see me just to complain?"
"Just to remind you that if you really want to repair your long bridge, why don''t you repair your heart first?" The old man pointed to Ling Yun''s heart, "you have to really think clearly, what is the purpose of sword, to kill the enemy? Revenge? Happy
"I understand. Maybe the bridge is straight, isn''t it?"
The old man disappeared in the same place, while Ling Yun sat on the top of the hill. The old man''s story is very short, but left a total of nine people to compare and say a few more words. The people in the village are divided into two groups, the kind and honest people, and the evil people. Then there are three people in the good side, the teacher, the great swordsman, and the kind girl.
On the other side, there are the remaining six bandits, the rich childe who bullies men and women, the murderer, the prostitute who harms the good family, the county magistrate who takes bribes and breaks the law, and a beggar.
Ling Yun holds his chin and squints his eyes. This is a very interesting story, or even a more interesting test. He can''t figure it out. He just thinks that if he ponders on it, there must be advantages, but there must be more disadvantages, but he has to go through this road.