9 Farewell "Wind, wind... wind..." Master Shenbi groaned, pulling off the gray cloth from his face, trying in vain to cover the wound on his right arm.
I walked over, leaned down in front of him, reached out and poked more than a dozen acupuncture points on his right shoulder, right chest, and right ribs to help him stop the bleeding.
"Mr. Feng...promise me to obey Master Bumenlu's orders and take over...Fengqieji Temple...promise me..." He grabbed my wrist, and the violent gasping sound coming from his throat was like a broken
Bellows. Blood spattered on his cheeks and bald head, like a weird performance art piece, but his eyes still radiated with solemn light.
"I will not become a member of Fengqiao Temple, master. It is better to choose another suitable person. Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?" He is about to die. If he makes other requests, I will not hesitate.
I agreed hesitantly, but this was the only thing that made me unable to accept it.
Master Shenbi struggled to sit cross-legged, and the ardent expectation in his eyes was even stronger.
"Feng, if you continue to refuse the request of a dying person, wouldn't it be against the rules of the world?" Sun Long interjected unhurriedly from behind me.
I understand what he means. If I become the abbot of Fengqie Temple, it will be more convenient to search for the secrets of the "Undersea God's Tomb", and I can get the military support of the monks. It is definitely a good thing to have the best of both worlds. However, I can't do it for myself.
Due to selfishness, the position of abbot of Fenggeji Temple is regarded as a piece of clothing that can be put on and taken off at will. Once the use is over, it will be thrown away.
"Mr. Feng... please... our temple can never become someone else's... puppet with ulterior motives, please..." Master Shenbi had thick blood clots flowing out of his mouth and was dying.
"I have no enlightenment... The two masters Kamikawa and Bumenlu... both said it. They all said that diligence can make up for weakness, but I... practiced in vain for more than sixty years and still could not achieve enlightenment. I also allowed the clean temple to be used by others.
Defile... I will die and wash away all the shame of Fengqie Temple in the past. Starting from... starting from you, the temple will be on the right track and study Buddhism carefully. Please... please..." Every word he said was so laborious.
, I couldn't bear to interrupt him.
In fact, I really want to tell everyone clearly that I am just a passing visitor to Fengqiao Temple. Even I am not sure how long I will stay here, so why would I tie myself here.
The smell of blood was getting thicker and thicker. Master Shenbi grabbed my hand like a hook that was gradually tightening: "Feng, whoever Master Bumenlu's 'yin and yang power' is passed on to will be... the future master of Fengge Temple.
, whether you admit it or not, you are already branded with the Fengqiao Temple. I have to take the first step, please do everything..."
Faced with his stubbornness, I was speechless. If it had been someone else, I would have been able to catch the pie falling from the sky out of thin air, and I would have been too late to be happy. But what I felt at this time was just the huge fatigue and heavy pressure that I couldn't let go of.
on the shoulders.
"Xiang, from now on, Feng will be the new abbot of Fenggeo Temple. You must lead the disciples in the temple to follow his leadership. If there is any violation...heaven and earth will not -"
Before Master Shenbi finished speaking, his chest puffed up, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell backwards.
The elephant monk crawled over on his knees and muttered three or four mantras in a low voice, his face full of deep sorrow.
More than ninety-nine percent of Japanese Buddhist disciples have no enlightenment. Most of them waste their time ringing bells and chanting sutras. A person with a strong temperament and strong self-esteem like Master Kambei is definitely not suitable to be a monk. His martial arts
, wisdom, understanding, and ability to deal with the world are not outstanding, but at least he has the ability to manage the daily affairs of Fengke Temple better than the three deceased monks, the dragon, the lion, and the tiger.
I stood up, feeling choked in my chest.
"Feng, Xiaohe and I are leaving. Xiaolai will always be your personal bodyguard from now on. The people currently stationed at Xunfuyuan Villa are at your disposal. I hope that one day, you can hold the 'Wrath of the Sun God'
'Come and see me. Within the Gunslingers Association, in addition to the military advisor Guan Fuzi, there is also a vacant position for the general manager. Maybe you will be interested."
"Anyway, if you think highly of me, Sun Long, call me for tea at any time. All the brothers in the club are waiting for you to join. Do you have time to think about it?"
I sent them out of the temple gate. At some point, the mountain wind became cold and fierce, and the fine weather just now was instantly obscured by dark clouds, making it extremely dark.
Xiaohe started the car, turned a corner, and roared away. She and Sun Long were the kind of people who truly belonged to the Jianghu. They were happy to grudge and kill people. As long as they lived in the world, they could always treat the relationships between people calmly.
Killing, treating killing as a daily job, and not hesitate to shed blood for your ultimate goal.
This kind of world is not the paradise for adventurers I pursue. Therefore, I will never join the Gunslingers Club and kill for the benefit of a certain person or a certain party. I look at my hands and it is hard to imagine that one day I will do so.
Like Xiaohe, he goes on a rampage and kills people like crazy.
"President, Master Shenbei was unwilling to allow the royal family to be humiliated in Fengqiao Temple, so he desperately intercepted Mr. Sun Long. It concerns the reputation of Fengqiao Temple and the Japanese royal family. I hope you can allow him to be included in Fengqiao Temple.
The procession of holy monks protecting the temple." Monk Xiang followed me with a respectful attitude.
I sneered, how could he understand that Master Shenbi rushed out to attack because he wanted to die to escape the dilemma of being unable to achieve enlightenment? A true eminent monk is willing to sacrifice in order to reach the highest state of "enlightenment of the supreme Dharma overnight"
Physical life is this path that Master Shenbi pursues.
"Okay, you will take full charge of the affairs of the temple for the time being. Everything will still be in accordance with the original rules set by Master Shenbi." I don't want to distract myself from the complicated affairs of the temple. It is best for the elephant monk to take charge of it.
Effort-saving.
When I passed the "Well of Psychics" again, I stopped involuntarily because the thick and solidified blood stains just now were absorbed by the bluestone in less than ten minutes, leaving only a faint ocher red mark.
Like rouge spread by clear water.
I squatted down, stretched out my fingers and wiped them twice on the surface of the stone slab. Yes, the blood was absorbed cleanly, and there was nothing on my fingers.
"A blood-sucking slate?" I subconsciously took a step back, as if there was an invisible monster lurking under the slate in front of me.
"What's wrong, Mr. Feng?" Monk Xiang asked strangely.
I shook my head, not wanting these weird things to stir up trouble in the temple again, and just told him: "You go ahead and gather the monks to clean up the mess. Let everyone be careful and vigilant. Don't act rashly if anything happens." I said.
Only now do I understand that there are weird things everywhere in Fengqiao Temple, not just in the "Tower of the Dead".
Monk Xiang hurriedly walked towards the "Marrow Washing Hall". Even if a Japanese monk like him practices for another hundred years, it will only be an increase in age and martial arts, and will not make any progress in Buddhism and Buddha nature.
It is sheer delusion to achieve the level of achievements achieved by Master Xianyun, Kamikawa, and Bumonru. Perhaps Master Shenbei has understood this after suffering repeated setbacks, and that is why he committed suicide and abdicated in despair, forcing me to take over.
Once again, I sat by the pool.
If everything Tengjia said is true, in an absolute sense, if you jump into the well and move downward infinitely, you can reach the "Sea Tomb of the Gods" - "Infinite? How deep can you reach it? Five thousand meters, ten thousand meters
Meters? It can’t exceed the Mariana Trench, the deepest place on earth, right?”
The Mariana Trench is located in the western part of the Pacific Ocean and is part of a series of trenches on the ocean floor in the western Pacific Ocean. It is located between the Asian Plate and the Pacific Plate, starting from the Iwo Jima Islands in the north to the vicinity of Yap Island in the southwest. To the north are the Aleutians, Thousand Islands,
Japan, the Ogasawara trench and other trenches, and the New Britain and New Hebrides trenches in the south.
The Poseidon Palace in Japanese myths and legends is hidden in the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean. Unfortunately, the people who created the myths and legends at that time did not know the standard depth of the Mariana Trench. They must have thought that "the ocean is infinitely deep and the power of God is everywhere."
Bar?
In the era of Master Jianzhen, the level of science and technology was extremely low. Even if he and his ten disciples developed the special function of "Merman Double Lungs" and could stay in the water for a long time and survive by absorbing the oxygen content of the water, they themselves would not be able to survive.
There is not enough power to contend with the undercurrent of the seabed.
Columbus, the greatest navigator in history, once said: Every inch of sea level is mysterious and ever-changing, and humans will never be able to figure it out in their lifetime.
Under the seemingly calm water surface, there are undercurrents and whirlpools everywhere, or Master Jianzhen and his disciples all ignored this, always thinking that by transforming into a shark, they could travel around the world at will. So, they disappeared forever.
The water was very clear, like a huge colorless crystal, reflecting my extremely tired face.
The light of the setting sun casts on the water, creating layers of fine golden ripples. I have seen thousands of wells of varying depths all over the world. Just like the "ancient wells have no ripples" described by predecessors, the real
The well water has no ripples, is as smooth as a mirror, and is silent, unlike the "psychic well" in front of you.
The water surface is always moving. What force can continuously promote the movement of water? If it is groundwater or a natural fountain that is constantly gushing out, then why does the pool water not overflow at any time when it is constantly stirring?
Always stay parallel to the edge of the pool?
"Mr. Feng——" Someone called me, right next to the moon cave door.
I raised my head in confusion and woke up from my meditation. It was indeed not a pleasant thing for someone to suddenly call me in such an extremely quiet environment, but that person was Guan Baoling, a girl I had almost forgotten.
Sun Long's first fight with a big shot has almost drained my energy. At least from the moment Sun Long arrived at Fenggeo Temple, I temporarily forgot about her.
The words "Mr. Wind" have further distanced us, unlike when we were imprisoned in that glass box, hugging each other tightly and depending on each other for life.
"In half an hour, a car will come to pick me up. I'm here to say goodbye to you." The wind rolled up her long hair, covering her face and eyes so that I couldn't see her expression.
My heart suddenly sank. The farewell I had imagined countless times before finally came.
"Thank you for taking care of me. I know that there is no such thing as a feast that never ends - goodbye..." She walked up to me, stretched out her right hand, her head lowered, with a thick nasal voice, as if she had just cried.
.I saw her neatly combed hair, parted in the middle, divided into two halves by an obvious hairline. Such thick and smooth hair must have the most plastering feel in the world, right?
I held her hand and smiled blankly: "Yes, there is no such thing as a party, so take care along the way."
Maybe a few hours later, she will return to the arms of the tycoon, and then as the years go by, she will forget all about Hokkaido, Maple Cutting Temple, the Well of Souls, the glass box, etc. Over there, she will be tactful
The lovable little bird is the canary in the high-rise building, the beautiful woman favored by the tycoon...
A strong melancholy instantly surrounded me - "Even if I travel across the rivers and lakes in the future, become invincible in the world, become the king of tomb robbers in my imagination, and reach the pinnacle of glory, so what? At that time, you were by my side and shared everything with me.
Who will be glorious? If it is not the beautiful Guan Baoling in front of me, what will happen even if all the ideals are realized? "
Her hair flew up and sent the fragrance into my nose.
I could see her long black eyelashes and her fair and straight nose, and I suddenly had the urge to hold her in my arms. Maybe I had spent too much time before, and I should have spent the first night searching for her.
When she was in Fuyuan, she should cherish the time together instead of letting Wang Jiangnan support and care for her.
"Will we meet again? Or I will pay attention to every new movie of yours, buy the disc and watch it, hoping that you will stand on the Oscar podium one day soon..." I was in a daze and couldn't bear to let her go.
With his little hands, he had long forgotten that there were countless subordinates of big shots lurking behind the trees in certain corners.
Guan Baoling took a step back, withdrew her hand, raised her face and smiled bitterly at me.
Her waist is so thin, only one foot seven inches at most, and she can hardly bear the weight of the black skirt and fox fur.
"Thank you." She raised the corners of her pale mouth and smiled sadly.
Half an hour was too short for me. I only looked at my watch twice before I heard the sound of car engines outside the temple gate.
There were so many words stuck in my throat. I didn’t know which ones to say first, but a sentence suddenly jumped out: “Now that you’re gone, what about the tycoon’s illness? Where’s the ‘black magic’ in him? Should we just let it go?”
That is the only weakness that can be attacked by the tycoon, and I, who control the key to eliminate this weakness, may be able to use this key to retain Guan Baoling.
I fumbled blankly into my pocket, and finally found the black and silver ring that had accompanied us on our adventures and escapes. I held it high in my hand like a life-saving talisman and said loudly: "Look, look! The black and silver ring."
, the black and silver ring that was cast by 'black witchcraft', and the American girl Resika who mysteriously disappeared from the glass box——"
The amber stone shines strangely in the sunset, and the woodpecker embedded inside becomes lifelike.
"So what? The witchcraft masters and poison-casting masters in Asia, Africa, and America have been searched all over, and they are helpless. Almost every master said the same thing, unless the wizard who originally cast the curse is found.
Only by obtaining the blood and bones of the tycoon's biological descendants can the curse of 'bone and blood drop' be solved. Do you know? It's just 'possible'. No one knows how likely it is. It may be one, or it may be ninety-nine. No one knows.
It's impossible to tell." She tightened her fox fur tightly, letting the almost perfect Croatian fox collar cling to her chin, showing an extremely desperate expression.
It was dark and cold in the courtyard, the sun had set, and only the remaining rays of light spread through the west wall.
I held up the ring stubbornly, as if it was the only trump card that could keep her: "Didn't you say that as long as the Xunfuyuan Villa is demolished, there would be a way to save the tycoon? If I agree to your request,"
Can the magic of black magic be completely eradicated?"
No one remembers Ruishika's disappearance anymore. To Fengqie Temple, where the storm is about to come, she is not even a passer-by. She is just a pebble occasionally thrown into the water, coming silently.
She left silently, having nothing to do with the overall situation. All the memories about her are only this small ring in my hand.
Guan Baoling showed a wry smile again: "No, it's too late. Do you know why I crawled through the iron gate of Xunfu Garden to see you that night? It's because -" She approached the edge of the pool and pointed to the pool that was still rippling.
On the surface of the water, continued: "The revelation given to me by the 'Well of Psychics' only lasts for ten days. I can see your stubbornness, maybe it's because Xunfu Park is too important to you? Before the tenth day, I
I have given up on my original idea.”
She never told me this, and I thought I could always control the life and death of the tycoon. There was a sound of leather shoes stepping on the bluestone, and a young man's voice shouted exaggeratedly: "Baoling, Baoling,
Baoling, are you okay?"
This disturbing voice came from the white-faced boy who first appeared at the door of Xunfuyuan Villa. He was wearing a snow-white suit, white leather shoes, and a pair of priceless white narrow-rimmed glasses. The skin on his face was as white and tender as just now.