Lu Jing bumped into the ground, and "哐" knocked down a chair. He seemed to be knocked on a stick, and suddenly woke up, and turned around and pushed away the crowds of the crowds.

"Lu eleven! Eleven!"

The monk did not return behind him, and he didn't return.

Who can they hate?

Who should they hate?

... The father who was kneeling on the ground, the bloody mother -in -law, pale hands, the plain plain ... to run, run all the time, throw away those pictures that chase him, and throw away the grievances in his heart.

Who can hate?

Who should hate?

I was sad after pain, so knew complaints.

I don't know what stumbled, Lu Jing fell heavily to the ground. He even forgot how to use spiritual power, like an ordinary person, and he fell with blood. He couldn't care whether he had a broken appearance, and he would run up when he got up. Someone caught up from behind him and held him up.

"Lu Jing!"

The monk did not take a head -in drink, and the sound was wrapped in the Sanskrit sound, and the Bodhi Mingzi on his hand emitted golden light.

"Don’t be foolish!"

Lu Jing was in place and gasped violently. Maybe, his legs were soft, and his ass was paralyzed to the ground. The monk who did not cross his hand, and saw that he looked pale, looked at the front, hesitated, stopped talking, just squatting down beside him.

The water of the constitutional wings outside the rotary city slowly flowed, and the rotor turtle tail of the head of the black bird on the reef crawled out of the shadow, climbing to the stones to bask in the sun.

"Monk, I think I'm so hypocritical."

Lu Jing suddenly spoke.

The monk did not scratch his head, and he didn't know how to pick this sentence.

"I hope that the revenge light can be happy, and I hope that the revenge light can be good. I am afraid that after seeing the revenge lamp rescue the city, I was forced to go on the road. Scolding ... but I dare not return to the valley, I dare not see my father. "Lu Jing's voice was hoarse.

The monk did not speak, and slowly turned the beads.

"The person he saved, killing my mother."

The rotating beads stopped.

The monk did not look up at Lu Jing, Lu Jing looked down, and looked down at the ground.

Mrs. Valley of Yaogu died a few years ago, and was said to die in the hands of a assassin.

"The doctor's heart is benevolent, saving the injury is the criterion for Yaogu to abide by ... that is not his fault. When he saves that person, he does not know what will happen later. Can't help ... can't help thinking, why did he save that person that day? If that person was not saved by him, wouldn't my mother die? "

"I smashed his Yaoding."

"Why do he save people?"

"I know what is right and what is wrong, I know that the person I should blame is not him. But I want my mother to come back, I want my mother to continue teaching me to read, and continue to touch my head to talk to me ... He wants to save People, do you want the doctor's heart, but why do you want to use my mother to become his moral? "Why?"

The monk did not speak.

"I heard some elders who laughed at him in the elderly. He returned to the spring, he hung the pot, and his medical person was full of heart, and he was full of apricot garden. But what about that? In the end, his wife died in the hands of his saved ... … "Lu Jing wiped his face randomly," I dare not listen, I'm afraid of listening, and hate him. "

The monk is silent.

"I am afraid that I will feel that he is an indispensable good person, and I am afraid that I will feel that he is the culprit of everything. But I have taught me, not like that."

Lu Jing closed his eyes closed.

Vaguely seeing the vegetarian window again, the woman holding the buns wrote "good" and "evil" with a pen ... We must adhere to justice and adhere to all the good beauty she taught.

"I dare not go back."

"I'm afraid I hate him."

The best saint, the sadness and the relatives.

Resentment.

"I hate Xianmen and Kong Sang to intercept Master Qiu, and I feel that they are very shameless. I don't want to hear the flowers of the people who scold the Master, I feel that they can't see the gaps of the revenge lights at all ... but even I blame me by myself. Dad, I dare not return to the medicine valley. What is the difference between me and I? "Lu Jing showed a difficult smile on his face," Monk, I'm really hypocritical. "

"Amitabha."

The monk patted him.

No one can speak anymore.

what is wrong? What is right? What should be persisted? They couldn't find the answer, and they could only squat on the roots of the wall into two escape dogs.

"Can you find the two of you! The altar of Turtu was held in the southern pulse of Puyang Mountain. When will we set off?" The half -schochrilar turned over the city wall, jumped down, and hurriedly asked, "Uh ..."

After landing, when he saw Lu Jing's blood, he looked embarrassed, and the half -sons were stunned.

"Why, what's wrong?" He asked tentatively, "Did your brother be beat?"

"No."

Lu Jing wiped his face randomly, stood up, and walked out quickly.

"let's go."

Half of the sons looked at the Boyu monk, and the monk patted the soil on his body, and wicked him at him. Half of the sons no longer asked, and Lu Jing, who was slightly somewhat stunned.

The three rushed towards the direction of Liyang Mountain.

In Xuancheng, teahouse restaurant.

New guests and new chats, new indignation.

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"Therefore, the ancestor of the Taiyi master's ancestral lights, a mess of the sky, the ancestors of the sky, the ancestors of the day, the seasons were chaotic, the four/wind was unhappy, the season was difficult, and the peasant was difficult. ... Yong, Qing, Cang, and Lan Sizhou were deeply killed. Taiyi did not check, 沆瀣 气, it is difficult to call Xianmen ... "