Looking at the old monk who suddenly appeared, Lin Huang's expression was slightly condensed, with a rare look of caution in his eyes.
How can a person who can conquer a city as if he were facing a formidable enemy be an ordinary person?
"Who is your Excellency?"
Lin Huang took back the demon-suppressing knife and asked calmly.
"Amitabha……"
The old monk paused and recited Buddhist teachings with his palms together. His body was still a little stooped, but he raised his head, revealing a wrinkled face.
The old monk looked old, but his eyes were peaceful and seemed to be full of compassion.
"The poor monk has no mercy in the Zen temple!"
The old monk bowed and said.
"Muzenji?!"
Lin Huang's expression was suddenly startled, and he looked at the old monk in front of him, who was as withered as firewood, and his heart was filled with surprise. Before that, Xuanyuan Tibing had mentioned Wuchan Temple.
But he never thought that in just half a month, he would meet someone from Wuchan Temple.
In the field, Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopan were both a little confused. They had never heard of Wuchan Temple. This Wuchan Temple, which has existed for more than two hundred years, can be said to be buried in the loess, and few people in the Dongling Realm know about it.
Jun Qingcheng paid no attention to Wuchan Temple, and the long sword in his hand was already ready to go.
"Old bald donkey...what do you want to do?"
Bai Xiaopang spoke arrogantly. Although he was out of tune, he was not really stupid. The latter appeared here and saved Lei Li from Lin Huang's sword, so he must have a plan.
Little Fatty Bai was waving the hammer in a proud and proud manner.
"The poor monk asks the donor not to commit murder again!"
Cisheng Xianghe said, "It is said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The less one person the donor kills, the more one person is saved. It can be said to be an immeasurable merit."
"Master, do you know that if I kill one person, I can save several others!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and sneered.
"Amitabha……"
Cisheng unhurriedly recited the Buddha's name again, "All living beings in the world have their own emotions. Killing people will lead to hatred, and hatred will lead to killing people again. It repeats like reincarnation. In the end, hatred will not stop. This is not the way to stop evil. The only way is to overcome it.
Only when people take refuge can all living beings prosper!"
"Master is very knowledgeable!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I wonder if Master, can he save all sentient beings in the world and convert them to Buddhism? If not, how can one save the world and change the world? If good intentions cannot educate the people, the only way is to prove the Tao with blood!"
"The donor has such a murderous intention!"
With a lively expression, Ci raised his eyes and looked at Lin Huang, with a dry voice, "The art of killing is to cultivate inner demons. The more people kill, the more inner demons will grow. If the benefactor doesn't look back soon, he will be killed one day.
Become a demon!"
"I was possessed once!"
Lin Huang said with a smile.
"Amitabha!"
Ci Sheng recited Buddhist teachings again and looked at Lin Huang with compassion in his eyes, "In this case, I hope that the donor will follow me into Wuchan Temple to wash away the evil thoughts around him. It is said that the sea of suffering is boundless, and there is no way to turn back.
It’s the world of Bodhi!”
Lin Huang shook his head with a smile, and suddenly asked, "I wonder if Ye Wuchan is here?"
"No Zen master is still here!"
Ci Sheng nodded and smiled, "But once you enter Buddhism, you no longer have a body for worldly affairs, and no longer have thoughts of the mortal world. My master once said that there is only Wuchan Temple in the world, so how can Ye Wuchan come to be!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled, his tone became sharp, "Since Ye Wuchan is still here, let me ask Master Ci Sheng to help me ask. Since saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, then more than two hundred years ago, Xuanyuan Wu
When the prime minister's wife committed suicide at Luoyue Tower, did he ever feel guilty?"
"this……"
Monk Cisheng's face suddenly froze, and he suddenly didn't know how to reply.
More than two hundred years ago, Xuanyuan Wuxiang died trying to seal the Yin-Yang Valley. The Xuanyuan clan wanted to kill the Blood Spirit Palace, and the whole family, dressed in white and in plain clothes, entered Dongling to suppress Dongling Xiaoxiao.
Xuanyuan Wuxiang's wife, Sanshang Wuchan Temple, asked Ye Wuchan to come out, but she never even saw the latter. In the end, she was forced to die at the top of Luoyue City and committed suicide!
"The incident involving Xuanyuan has been a life-long hatred for my master. For the past two hundred years, I have recited the Sutra of Saviors hundreds of times every day, hoping to save two people!"
Monk Cisheng then continued.
"Then please tell me, Master Ci Sheng, has it ever been useful?"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and asked.
Monk Ci Sheng looked startled again, but he didn't know how to answer. At the end of the day, he could only put his palms together and recite Amitabha.
In the middle of the avenue, Lin Huang pulled out the Demon Suppressing Sword again, with a stern look on his face, "Since Ye Wuchan can't even save Xuanyuan Wuxiang and his wife, how can the master transform Lei Li into the Blood Spirit Palace?
The thief!"
Monk Cisheng lowered his head and said nothing, but slowly took a step forward to protect Lei Li.
Jun Qingcheng then drew her sword and stood beside Lin Huang.
"When compassion and kindness are powerless, why not hold the butcher's knife in your hand and kill a bright blue sky?"
Lin Huang stepped forward with a faint smile, not afraid of the latter's terrifying power.
"Amitabha……"
Monk Cisheng listened to the shocking murderous intention in Lin Huang's mouth, and recited the Buddha's name in horror. He sat cross-legged and stood in front of Lei Li, "The donor's words were sharp, and the poor monk felt inferior. But the monk was compassionate.
, since the poor monk is here, he will definitely not allow the donor to kill. If the donor insists on having his own way, he will step on the body of the poor monk!"
"Old Bald Donkey, how dare you threaten me, Boss Lin!"
Bai Xiaopang was immediately furious. He picked up a hammer and hit Ci Sheng on the head. He was so fast that even Lin Huang didn't react.
Bang!
Monk Cisheng sat cross-legged in front of the four of them, but he did not avoid Fatty Bai's giant hammer at all. With a loud bang, the latter's head cracked open and his face was covered with blood.
Lin Huang frowned and stopped everyone from taking a few steps back.
The monk in front of him seemed to be withered, but he didn't know what amazing abilities he hid, which made Jun Qingcheng afraid of him. If the latter were to become violent, I am afraid that no one present would be able to stop his methods.
However, Ci Sheng did not move at all, and even slowly closed his eyes and said compassionately:
"The poor monk said that if the donor insists on killing the donor, he will step on the poor monk's body... Donor, please rest assured, the poor monk will never fight back!"
Cisheng said with a smile on his face with blood on his face.
"Old bald donkey, this is what you said!"
Bai Xiaopan snorted twice, and then hit Ci Sheng's head with another hammer. With a bang, countless cracks appeared in Ci Sheng's head.
With just one more hammer blow, Ci Sheng's head would be shattered.
Lin Huang gradually frowned...
In the middle of the avenue, Ci Sheng stopped talking and looked like a decaying ancient tree, blocking the steps of Lin Huang and others.
"Damn it, your head is pretty hard!"
Bai Xiaopang suddenly became angry. With his unparalleled physical strength, with one hammer blow, an ordinary Wuhou's head would be broken into eight pieces, but this old bald donkey survived two hammer blows. He was quite capable.
In the middle of the avenue, Ci Sheng's cassock was stained red with blood, but he remained motionless, with peace and indifference on his wrinkled face.
It seems that he has seen through life and death.
"You old guy, don't think that I really don't dare to kill you. Anyone who stands in my way deserves to die! If you still want to save Lei Li, you are helping the evildoer!"
Bai Xiaopang said arrogantly, and raised the big hammer high in his hand again...