Chapter 397: Fairy Mo may encounter some blood, and the poor monk cannot explain it...
Su Bei looked at the person in front of him with a somewhat solemn expression, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he just stared at him. The young monk just smiled and said nothing, and also looked at Su Bei without any avoidance.
The tall and dense needle pines are wrapped in snow, just like a canopy of ice and snow, and the snow is flying like random catkins.
Su Bei took a deep breath and then laughed:
"It's true that I am blind. There is a living Buddha with a wise eye in this world, but I don't know the name of the little elder?"
"..."
The young monk put his hands together slightly, twisted the beads in his hands, and said with a smile:
"Young monks don't dare to claim to be Buddha. As for the monk's name, the donor will know it if he has the chance."
Su Bei turned around and glanced at Mo Li. Mo Li shook his head slightly at Su Bei. She had never seen the person in front of her.
He just observed the rosary in the hands of the person in front of him, and had a slight guess in his mind. Then he put the long sword in his hand back on his waist, clasped his fist at the young monk and said:
"I am being rude. The young elder knows us very well. I guess he is not an ordinary Buddhist elder."
"In this case, you must know what my husband and I are here to ask for. I would like to ask, is this elder from the Buddhist Dunkong Pavilion?"
"..."
There are four holy places in Buddhism. In addition to the most famous Jinzuting of Mount Azu, there is also a holy place that is famous for its mystery. This place is not open to people in the world and is not accessible to monks in the world.
As a Buddhist, if this person comes from the other three holy places, with such a level of cultivation, even if Mo Li doesn't know about it, it is impossible for Su Bei to be familiar with it.
The twenty-one states are only that big, at least in the apparent circle, there are only a few thousand people.
Then the person in front of you can only come from that place!
——That is the Dunkong Pavilion in Xuanhu Cliff, Huazhou.
The handsome monk looked at Mo Li, with a slight smile on his lips, and asked something different than what he asked:
"If there is fate, it will be only a few feet away; if there is no fate, it will be the end of the world."
"Now, the two donors and the young monk meet here. That is the Buddha's fate. Why don't the two donors ask about the Buddha's fate?"
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"..."
Su Bei shook off the falling snow on his shoulders, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with an easy-going smile:
"This elder, both good and evil are destined."
“I don’t know if it’s good or bad karma?”
The handsome monk was obviously stunned for a moment. Judging from his expression, it was obvious that he did not expect Su Bei to answer like this. Then he couldn't help but laugh and said:
"This donor is quite interesting. I think Shangguan Farewell, the founder of the Sword Sect, said the same thing back then."
"..."
Mo Li stroked the long sword slung across his waist, rubbed the hilt, and suddenly said:
"Do you not know that Sword Patriarch had a close relationship with Buddhism and did good and evil?"
The handsome monk brushed the fallen snow between his knees, shook his head slightly and said:
"Buddha said: Don't say it."
"..."
Mo Li frowned, looked at the man in front of him, and said to Su Bei:
"Master, the person in front of me must be from the Buddhist Dunkong Pavilion."
"This ancestral land of Buddhism has always been about renouncing the world. Today, on the 100th birthday of the son of King Zhenbei, he openly violates the ancestral precepts and mixes with the secular world..."
Before Mo Li finished speaking, Su Bei raised his hand to interrupt her. He looked at the handsome monk in front of him, thought for a moment and said:
"There is an old saying in the Buddhist Diamond Sutra: If a Bodhisattva has the appearance of myself, the appearance of a human being, the appearance of living beings, or the appearance of a person with a long life, then he is not a Bodhisattva."
"But now the elder is in Jin Zuting, can he live up to his original intention?"
"..."
The handsome man continued to clasp his hands, glanced at Su Bei, was silent for a long time, and finally replied:
"What the donor said is absolutely true. Buddhist disciples have compassion as their heart, and naturally they practice transcending the world and are not attached to earthly appearances."
"This is the purpose of this young monk who has traveled thousands of miles to come to Jin Zuting. Why should a worldly person disturb the tranquility of Buddhism with worldly things?"
"..."
After a pause, he looked at the magnificent dome in the distance. The twenty-eight-character motto on the stone tablet was particularly dazzling.
He let out a long sigh and continued:
"The four truths of suffering, cessation, cessation, and path, Hinayana sravakas, give up life and death, enter Nirvana, and transcend the three realms and six paths of life and death."
"I am a Buddha who is born out of this world, but Jin Zuting has crossed the line..."
"..."
Su Bei opened his mouth, then looked at the monk in front of him with a solemn expression, stood up from the ground, and bowed his hands:
"Then I mistakenly blamed the elder! Please give me the elder's name."
The handsome monk took a deep look at Su Bei, then recited a Buddhist name, put his hands together and saluted:
"The young monk, whose name is Wuwei, has met Elder Su of the Sword Sect."
"..."
Su Bei and Mo Li looked at each other, and both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
Of course, what surprised me was not only that the person in front of me could guess Su Bei's identity, but also the dharma name of Wuwei.
Wuwei, Wuji, no self, no other. These are the four eminent monks of the Wuzi generation in the Four Holy Lands of Buddhism.
The seniority can be said to be the highest in Buddhism. These four people are located in the four holy places of Buddhism. They are the most outstanding figures in the world who can be compared with the ten sect leaders in the world. They should be sitting on the lotus platform as the abbot of Dunkong Pavilion of Buddhism.
He actually appeared in front of the two of them as a young monk in Jin Zuting.
And he recognized Su Bei’s identity at a glance?
As if seeing Su Bei's surprise, Wuwei smiled slightly and said:
"I never thought that after hundreds of years have passed since the blood disaster, Elder Su would wake up again."
"However, since Elder Su and Fairy Mo can attend the banquet at Jin Zuting as ordinary casual cultivators, why can't the young monk appear in this capacity? What's more, the young monk has long wanted to meet my junior brother."
Having said this, he stood up, patted the falling snow on his body, and said softly:
"At this time of disaster, Junior Brother Wuji is the one caught in the calamity, and he has great cause and effect. If he rashly joins the world and messes with the cause and effect, he will no longer be able to be pure and comfortable, and he will be cut off by a bloody blade..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Su Bei waved his sleeves and said flatly:
"My husband and I did not deliberately hide our identities, but we also did not reveal our identities, so as to avoid causing unnecessary trouble. But the abbot is different. This place is the pure land of Jin Zuting. As Su's predecessor, here
He conceals his identity, but it seems that he is not aboveboard enough."
"So Abbot Wuwei is here specifically to wait for Su today?"
Wuwei smiled and said:
"If this poor monk doesn't act like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to enter the gate of Jin Zuting. But by doing this, we have the opportunity to observe Elder Su's true temperament up close."
"..."
Mo Li curled his lips. It was obvious that the bald monk in front of him only had eyes for Su Bei and pretended that he did not exist.
Although she also understands that her cultivation and status are far from reaching the top circle of the Twenty-one Provinces, but she has a strong character, but she cannot accept being treated as a transparent person...
She coughed lightly, took a step forward, holding the hilt of the sword:
"With just a few words, Abbot Wuwei can tell what Master's true temperament is?"
"I'm afraid I have a secret plan for a long time."
Wuwei smiled, looked at Mo Li a few times, and clasped his hands together:
"It would be a lie to say that the poor monk has a thorough understanding of Elder Su's behavior. However, one can learn a few things from the inside."
"Dunkong Pavilion is born out of the world, and doesn't know much about the twenty-one states. However, over the past few hundred years, I have heard some rumors about Elder Su."
"Although there are some biases and different opinions, there is no disagreement about Elder Su's righteousness."
"..."
Su Bei's face looked a little embarrassed. Those times of "righteousness" were somewhat mixed with some personal interests and were not his own subjective thoughts.
"As expected of an abbot, Su is not worthy of being one."
"..."
Wuwei glanced at Su Bei with some deep meaning and continued:
"Would you like the two donors to continue inward? This place is only three or four miles away from the banquet hall in the Jin Zuting Daxiong Palace."
For an ordinary temple, after passing through the mountain gate and past the Jingqian Hall, you will find the Main Hall. However, Jin Zuting and Su Bei have already walked for dozens of miles, but they still have a few miles to go before they can reach it.
One can imagine how majestic and majestic the Buddhist Golden Ancestral Court is!
Su Bei pulled Mo Li, who looked unconvinced, gently squeezed her little hand, and said with a smile:
"Su wants to continue wandering around the front hall of the sutra to find some excellent Buddhist scriptures..."
Wuwei nodded, but seemed to have thought of something. He turned around, his eyes turned on Mo Li, then looked at Su Bei with a half-smiling expression, and said:
"Since it is Elder Su's choice, then I will not beg for mercy."
"However, Fairy Mo may encounter some bloodshed, and the poor monk can't explain it... Please pray for yourself, Fairy Mo."
"..."
After that, he drifted away under Mo Li's cold gaze.
"You bald donkey is the only one who has caused such a bloody disaster!!"
Soon, only Su Bei and Mo Li were left under the needle pine tree.
Mo Li raised his head and looked at Su Bei, his eyes sparkling like stars, and his delicate red lips were close to Chi Chi.
"Master, in your opinion, what does it mean to be Abbot Wuwei?"
Even the stupid Dan Wuque here can see that bumping into Wuwei cannot be a coincidence.
What's more, Wuwei didn't deliberately hide anything, he was very straightforward, but meeting Su Bei in private before the banquet was a bit thought-provoking.
Su Bei leaned against the tree trunk, held Mo Li's delicate waist, held her in his arms tenderly, and whispered:
"Obviously, the son of King Zhenbei became a disciple of Jin Zuting, which means that Jin Zuting is ready to participate in the general trend of the Eastern Kingdom. In fact, since the blood disaster, Buddhism has become one of the few major sects in the world, with Buddhist disciples all over the twenty-one states.
Then he has only one purpose."
"The Southern Kingdom cultivates Confucianism, the Eastern Kingdom cultivates Taoism, but there is no Buddhist practice in the world. I think the King of Zhenbei must have agreed to Wuji. After Jin Zuting helped him ascend to the throne, he respected Buddhism as the national art."
"As for Wuwei's appearance here, according to what he said, it was naturally to prevent Jin Zuting from joining the world and participating in the fate battle of the twenty-one states. He is actually showing his attitude by waiting here to become a teacher."
Mo Li's cheeks were slightly red, and Su Bei hugged her waist. She felt his slightly rough big hands caressing her whole body. The strange feeling, she asked in a low voice:
"What attitude?"
Mo Li's charming posture, which contained thousands of amorous feelings, made Su Bei's heart move. He couldn't help but kiss her red lips, making her soften in his arms:
"The Sword Sect and Xingyue Sect actually support Lin Jinyu, so they will inevitably have a fight with Jin Zuting who supports King Zhenbei."
"He wants to let his master stand in line. He doesn't want to offend Jian Zong at this time. He even wants to use Jian Zong's sword to deal with Wuji. After all, Wuji's practice of Buddhism is to enter the world, while Wuwei's practice is to transcend the world.
"
"..."
Mo Li's eyes widened violently, and he looked at Su Bei with some disbelief:
"Master is saying that Wuwei wants to unify Buddhism?"
Su Bei shook his head uncertainly:
"This possibility is not ruled out."
"However, the abbot of Dunkong Mountain deigned to condescend to come in person, which can be said to have fully demonstrated the sincerity of the Sword Sect."
Mo Li tilted his head slightly and whispered:
"What do you think, Master?"
Su Bei reached out and brushed away a strand of silver hair from Mo Li's forehead, smiled and said:
"Let's wait and see. After all, we are just testing King Zhenbei's intentions this time."
"I don't want to think so much anymore. Let's go to other places in the Jingqian Hall to find out if there is any superior Buddhist teachings!"
"..."
...
Xiao Ruoqing sat on the long sword, and behind her sat Li Zijun and the sword lady holding the sword box in her arms.
After learning the whereabouts of Su Bei and Mo Li, the three people rushed towards Azu Mountain.
A gust of cold wind swept in from the mountain gate, causing the long swords under the three of them to sway. It also caused the flags and flags and curtains in the temple to sway unsteadily. Countless needle pines fell with snow, and the whole sky was hazy.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xiao Ruoqing looked up and saw that the sky was already covered with heavy clouds, and it turned out to be a late snowy scene.
Sword Girl let out a surprised sound, patted Li Zijun on the shoulder, and whispered:
"Junior sister, is it... going to snow?"
The snow in late autumn seems to come earlier.
Li Zijun put down the book in his hand, nodded and said:
"Celestial phenomena are unpredictable, and it is not surprising to see snow falling on Mount Azu."
"The past few years have been particularly evil. It's just snowing in April in Xizhou. After all, there has been famine there for more than ten years. But the same is true for Azu Mountain. The Mid-Autumn Festival has not yet passed, but it has already started to rain.
It’s snowing heavily, it’s really hard to see through…”
Xiao Ruoqing tilted the flying sword downwards slightly and joked:
"If you could see through it, wouldn't you be a god?"
"Then you will ascend to the Mahayana directly. What Nanhuang has tried so hard to plan for so many years but has not been able to do, you can ascend to heaven and become an immortal in one step."
Li Zijun's cheeks were slightly red, and he reached out and patted Xiao Ruoqing's shoulder:
"Sister, you are making fun of me again!!"
"With such heavy snow, I should have known that I should have brought that fox fur over here."
"..."
The heavy snowfall did not affect the market in front of Jin Zuting at all, and there was still an endless flow of people.
Looking at the complicated scene in front of her, Xiao Ruoqing sighed slightly:
"It's so lively..."
"Since Master fell into coma, I have rarely visited such a lively market. I really miss it."
Pieces of fine snowflakes fell down, falling on the three women, on the trees, on the ground, and on the eaves of the palace, blending into this white snow.
Xiao Ruoqing turned to look at Li Zijun and said:
"Junior sister, let's go to the Jingqian Hall to buy books first..."