Chapter 334 I see that all the mountains are sympathetic, and all living beings regard me as an evil person!
Seeing this, the old monk raised his white eyebrows slightly and hid an angry look in his eyes. He held the Zen staff and rotated it in the palm of his hand. The Buddha bell on the Zen Zen trembled and tinkled. Suddenly, the Buddha's light was bright and shone above the vast white snow.
He manifested the Buddha with a diamond, hoping to summon the most precious Buddhist treasure to take refuge and be blessed in him.
Gu Yusheng's spiritual platform moved with golden lotuses, and he saw the old monk's swaying cassock floating in the air, rustling in the wind, as if being carried by an invisible force, flying to the depths of the high Lushan Mountain.
The cassock returned and was tied to the stone statue in the mountain.
"Amitabha!"
Du Xin's body was filled with a rich Buddha's light, and the lotus flowers under his feet were used as a platform to represent himself as a Buddha.
However, after the cassock returned, it seemed as if it had taken root and became a garment that could no longer be taken off.
Saw this scene.
In the old monk's eyes, the Buddha's light shone brightly, and it fell on Gu Yusheng. He seemed to have hidden anger, but he spoke with compassion: "Mr. Fifteen once obtained the supreme Buddha's heart under the Bodhi tree. Why does he not have any thoughts of compassion in his heart?"
Gu Yusheng said calmly: "Master, what's wrong with using a mountain as a Buddha?"
Du Xin hesitated for a moment, then changed his words and said: "Before donor Gu entered the Holy Court, he once entered the Qingyun sect. He can be considered a disciple of Buddhism. Now he is the fifteenth Mr. of the Holy Court. Why did he forget his original intention and have evil thoughts in his heart?"
"Hahaha!"
Gu Yusheng stood in the snow and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Master, do you know that when I was at Qingyun Sect, I was trapped in a cage for several years?"
Monk Duxin remained silent.
Gu Yusheng suppressed his smile and looked at the snowy Lushan Mountain, his voice low and hoarse.
"Once upon a time, I saw that all the mountains were filled with compassion and all sentient beings regarded me as a wicked person. Where was the Master at that time?"
"Once upon a time, I used a stone statue as a Buddha, carried the Buddha on my back, and walked through the Eighteen Mountains at night. The whole world was filled with demons. Where was the master?"
Gu Yusheng lowered his head and stared at the luggage on the shoulders of the old monk Du Xin.
In a daze, he remembered that he once walked thousands of miles carrying the book box left by his father, and for a moment he felt that it was boring to talk to the old monk.
He waved his hand and said, "If the master wants the cassock, he can just say a few words. Why block people's return? The cassock is on the mountain now. Master can just get it."
Gu Yusheng straightened his body, passed by the old monk, and walked towards Lucheng step by step.
He doesn't have to look back to see the footprints left behind.
Because Gu Yusheng knew.
If you are obsessed with the past, you will not be able to separate cause and effect.
Sword bearer.
No hesitation is allowed.
Several young monks at Lucheng Gate stared at Gu Yusheng without blinking with anger in their eyes.
Gu Yusheng was almost out of their sight.
A young monk couldn't help but said behind Gu Yusheng's back: "A wicked person like you who has no father or mother is not worthy of entering Buddhism, he can only enter the devil's way!"
despair.
Gu Yusheng's footsteps stopped.
The back turned around little by little.
There is a faint smile on the corner of the mouth, and a pair of eyes without any emotion.
Gu Yusheng didn't say a word.
But the several young monks at the door seemed to be attracted by a mysterious magic power and could not move their eyes away.
It's obviously morning.
But every monk seems to have fallen into dusk.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Thick clouds and black fog covered the entire sky.
now.
In each monk's eyes, Gu Yusheng's appearance changed silently.
It was a coldness I had never felt before.
That was an indifference I had never seen before.
A black shadow ancient demon holds up this world.
The moment when the ancient demon opened his eyes.
All the monks looked frightened. The Buddha's light they believed in did not illuminate this dark world.
The hand that penetrated the door of darkness took away their lives.
No screams.
No begging either.
There was only a strange wind blowing above Lucheng.
The old monk who had just reached the halfway point of the mountain was trying to calm down his mind. His body suddenly staggered, and his figure fell rapidly, landing on his waist. Without the blessing of Buddhist teachings, he could not stand firmly on his feet.
He unexpectedly slipped and fell into the crevice of the cliff.
He looked back at Lucheng.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The Holy Land disciples he brought were sitting under Lucheng, motionless.
Du Xin secretly relaxed and turned his head to look up at the top of Lushan Mountain. After a few breaths, he suddenly realized something and turned around again.
I saw a group of disciples under Lucheng being blown away by a gust of wind, leaving no trace behind.
"Amitabha!"
I have been practicing Buddhism for most of my life, and I have never seen something so weird.
Who killed them?
Gu Yusheng?
He doesn't have the ability!
The Buddha's light flourished in Duxin's body.
Jump up and reach the top of the mountain in one step.
Stretch out your hand.
Grab the cassock.
As long as he has the blessing of the most precious treasure of Buddhism, he will not be afraid of any demons or monsters in the world.
However.
His outstretched hand.
But it was hovering in the air for no apparent reason.
His expression suddenly stiffened.
Because that cassock, which is extremely sacred in the Holy Land of Brahma, is now draped on an ancient stone statue. The stone statue has its eyes closed and does not look at the world, and its body has traces carved by time.
It is integrated with the mountains and rivers.
Like a stubborn stone.
There is no life.
but!
On the stiff face of the old monk Du Xin, there was deep fear hidden deep in his eyes.
The sweat on his forehead fell from his eyebrows.
"Ancient...ancient demon."
His voice was old and hoarse.
Take a step back.
He could notice that the stone statue was now being sealed by the cassock.
If you take away the cassock.
Then there will be no recovery!
"Amitabha!"
A trace of evil appeared on Du Xin's face.
"Gu Yusheng is truly a demon!"
"Even if he is Mr. Holy Court, the old monk must eliminate demons and protect the Tao!"
Du Xin turned around and went down the mountain.
The stone statue behind him is a demon and motionless.
He didn't dare to get rid of it.
Care about the rest of your life and stay alive.
Killing intent suddenly arose in his heart.
At the same time.
Within the city.
call!
The dark wind is passing through the alley!
In the only intact main hall of the city lord's palace, Taoist Xuantian, who was closing his eyes to rest his mind, suddenly shuddered and the fly whisk in his hand fell to the ground with a splat.
"What was that just now?"
Taoist Xuantian was horrified. The cold wind behind him just now made him restless.
He subconsciously looked at the other people in the hall.
There is nothing unusual about them.
"Is this chill...an ancient demon?"
Taoist Xuantian thought to himself.
In the main hall, nearly a hundred practitioners from the Lucheng family all looked at Taoist Xuantian!
Not sure why.
Han Wen invited the practitioners in Lucheng to gather in the name of the holy temple, just to defend Lucheng.
But the practitioners from various schools who came here all had their own plans.
The head of the Yin family, Yin Hua, had his eyelids twitching, thinking that Taoist Xuantian had given him some hint. He looked at Han Wen, Su Shouzhuo, Mo Lean, and Qu Lianghong who were sitting next to the main seat, and said:
"We are all very grateful to the four young and promising men who guarded Lucheng ten days ago. There is nothing wrong with inviting us to discuss important matters today, but I have a question, who among the four can represent the Holy Court?"
Face the problem of Yinhua.
Mo leaned on the railing and said nothing, Su Shouzhuo didn't say anything, and Qu Lianghong was also surprisingly quiet.
Han Wen, who was sitting upright, said calmly: "Wait a moment, someone will be able to answer the question of the Yin Family Master."
"The Holy Court is so proud!"
outside the door.
Fang Yuan walked in step by step, carrying the Great Yin Yang Sword on his back, and the sword intent exuding from his body was compelling.
A pair of eyes swept over Han Wen, Mo Lean, Qu Lianghong, and finally settled on Su Shouzhuo, mockingly:
"The disciple who killed the head of the Qingyun Sect became a teacher of the Holy Academy. The prodigal son of Tingzhou who killed his father changed his name and became a student of the Holy Academy. He left the Holy Academy and killed a few demons. Do you think he can fool all living beings in the world?"
"Since Master traveled far away, the name of the Holy Court is nothing more than that!"
Fang Yuan finished speaking.
Everyone was shocked.
"How dare you disgrace the reputation of the Holy Court?! Give me a knife!"
Qu Lianghong suddenly raised his sword and slashed it horizontally.
The blade is cold.
Everyone retreated.
Fang Yuan raised the corner of his mouth.
His hand suddenly reached out.
The sword energy that had not fully exploded suddenly stopped.
A buzzing sound.
Qu Lianghong's knife was strangely grabbed by Fang Yuan in his hand, raised high, and fell into the eyes of everyone.