Zen Master Huizhuo did not respond, but still kept his hands clasped together, but what was strange was that there was no sign of mercy on his body.
His eyebrows were lowered, like a statue of a god who had returned to silence, but there was an indescribable coldness in his eyes.
"Amitabha."
"Who else is alive in this world?"
The gurgling voice echoed in the secret cave with nine twists and turns, and layers of loneliness seeped out of the originally unknown darkness.
The three monks with obscure characters were instantly drowned.
"It seems that the disaster at Sesshou Temple is related to senior brother."
The obscure voice was like his dharma chant, full of bitterness and sadness.
The other two Zen masters were so dim that they trembled when they heard the words.
On the contrary, Zen Master Huizhuo remained motionless. Perhaps he had been told the truth by Huizhuo, and perhaps he felt guilty in his heart.
"Junior brother, you should have been the one who went to Daleiyin Temple to participate in the 'Auspicious Dharma Assembly'."
"Your Zen mind is the strongest among the four of us."
Zen Master Huizhuo finally raised his head, his eyes filled with nostalgia and regret.
It was because of that 'Auspicious Dharma Assembly' that I was seriously injured, and then I chose to embark on another path.
A road leading away from Sesshoji Temple.
If I had gone to Zen Master Shi Huiyi at that time, maybe the outcome would have been different.
But now there is no if.
Sesshoji... is too weak after all.
It is so weak that it can only be used as a tool, barely a handy tool.
The candlelight flickered in the cave, and four old monks vaguely occupied positions in all directions.
Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for so many years, they were already tit for tat when they met again.
By the light of the fire, the three monks of Huizi saw the 'Xuanniao' pattern carved on Huizhuo's cloak.
It's the mysterious organization that Buddha mentioned.
The ‘Xuanqin Sect’ established by the Xuan Shang Old Party!
"It seems that senior brother is already a member of the Xuanqin Cult."
"Chirp chirp~"
A bird song echoed in the secret cave, mixed with the cry of "Buddha~Dharma~Sang~".
Every member of the Xuanqin Cult has a spiritual bird in his body.
The spiritual bird of Zen Master Huizhuo is the ‘Three Treasures Bird’.
With red lips, bare feet and navy blue feathers, she is beautiful but not flashy, not even delicate.
This bird is very good at flying and its cry is similar to that of "Buddha, Dharma and Sangha", so it is called the Three Treasures Bird.
The Three Treasure Birds landed on Huizhuo and whispered in his ear.
Huizhuo seemed to understand what it said, his face turned pale slightly, and there was a bit of regret in his eyes.
"Xuanqin came to the world, and the Yin and Shang Dynasties reincarnated."
"The world is in chaos, and dynasties are changing. This is a time of great strife. The Temple of Death has been lonely for too long. It's time to re-enter the game."
His voice was deep, and seemed a little more indifferent than before.
Zen Master Huizhuo glanced at the Three Treasure Bird, wondering what kind of information it had just brought, which could directly change Huizhuo's attitude.
"Senior brother, a thousand years ago, the Shasheng Temple destroyed the Scarlet Sky Demon Emperor and helped the Great Zhou Dynasty stabilize the country. Since then, it has already entered the game."
Hui Zhuo shook his head: "The Sesshou Temple is far away from the southern border. It seems to be in the game, but in fact, it was already out of the game four hundred years ago when the Sesshou Temple was in the first catastrophe."
Zen Master Huishou also shook his head: "Brother, we are all monks, so it is a good thing that I am out of the game."
Hearing this, Huizhuo chuckled: "Junior brother, you are too naive."
"The general trend is not with me, and the dusk is approaching."
"In the current situation, although Sessho Temple is located deep in the southern border, there are also powerful enemies attacking. When life and death are at stake, how can we talk about the emergence of a Zen mind?"
Zen Master Hushu's eyebrows were downcast, but he did not agree with it and said: "Senior brother, entering the situation will lead to chaos, and the situation will be chaotic and the Zen will be far away."
"Once you join the Xuanqin Cult, you will be like a drop of water falling into a whirlpool. Everything will be out of your control and you will have no control over it."
As soon as these words came out, Zen Master Huizhuo paused slightly.
After a long time, he sighed: "What a person who can't help himself..."
"Junior brother, I know I can't convince you no matter what."
"We will eventually have to reset our stance."
Zen Master Hui Shou didn't say anything, but Hui Ming's dark eyes suddenly fell on him.
"Senior brother, does it have to be like this?"
Zen Master Hui An's words were bitter. He had always respected the senior brother in front of him, and he really didn't want to be his enemy unless he had to.
The same is true for Zen Master Hui Ming. When he and Hui An started their careers, they were mostly supported by Zen Master Hui Zhuo, but now they are facing tit for tat, and they really don’t know how to deal with it.
Zen Master Huizhuo looked at the three monks, his eyes gradually turning cold from initial hesitation.
"Three junior brothers... it's already too late."
"What's the meaning?"
The three elders were secretly shocked.
They immediately thought of Buddha Lichen, who was supporting himself outside.
"Senior brother! Buddha is the hope of Shasheng Temple! You..."
"It's too late, that little guy will die today."
As soon as these words came out, the three elders were immediately horrified. It turned out that the reason why Huizhuo had been talking nonsense to them for so long was to delay time!
In desperation, Zen Master Huishou directly waved a large Sumeru palm.
With great palm power and extremely fast speed, he was in front of Zen Master Huizhuo in an instant.
However, this palm was just a feint to deceive the enemy. He didn't even look at it after he struck it, and just moved towards the entrance of the cave.
But Zen Master Huizhuo seemed to have an insight into his thoughts. He turned around and reflected a filthy sea of blood around him, which suddenly blocked the entrance of the cave.
"The Dharma of the Sea of Blood!"
The three monks all felt their hearts sink, and they also summoned their respective Dharma images.
The Dharma image of Zen Master Hui Xu is a Mount Sumeru, the Dharma image of Zen Master Hui Ming is a red sun, and the Dharma image of Zen Master Hui Ming is a shadow.
Mount Sumeru, red sun, shadows, filthy sea of blood.
In an instant, the entire cave was wrapped in four kinds of Dharma.
But in comparison, regardless of its width or depth, the sea of filthy blood stabilizes the other three dharma phases.
"Amitabha."
"Three junior brothers, I will not let you go out and die."
…
The Temple of Death.
The demon's arm was sealed by Li Chen.
The sky that was originally enveloped in demonic energy finally gradually dissipated.
The sun shines through the haze and falls on the ruins. It is no longer possible to tell which bricks and tiles were scattered from the eaves of which temple they once came from.
The thousand-year-old Sesshoji Temple is now nothing more than rubble in front of you.
Li Chen, who was exhausted, looked at all this with mixed feelings in his heart.
The Buddha said that what you lose is what you gain.
But losing is losing, even if you gain, it will no longer be what you once had.
"Maybe this is reincarnation."
Buddhism has reincarnation, Taoism has yin and yang.
Regardless of reincarnation or yin and yang, they both have a common characteristic, that is, everything in this world changes.
There is no eternal change, only eternal change.
Thinking of this, Li Chen was suddenly startled, and the traces left by Patriarch Fu Kong under the Fu Kong waterfall were reflected in his heart.
Rules are a kind of shackles.
Zen is.
Immortality is.
The same goes for thousand-year-old temples.
All cultivation and evolution are just a process of making rules and breaking them.
And this is the way of heaven.
Rules upon rules.
The light is warm and the wind is whispering.
Li Chen looked at the ruins of the Shasheng Temple in front of him, as if he were looking at a prisoner who had broken his shackles.