Chapter 352: The Buddha Sect Opens the Precept to Kill
Beside the fire, Lin Huang looked slightly stunned, and was immediately stopped by Ci Nan's question.
After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Why did Master stay in the world of mortals for thirty years?"
"The poor monk doesn't know!"
Ci Nan shook his head.
"Master, why didn't you remove the blue dragon picture on your back until today?"
"The poor monk doesn't know!"
"Master, what do you think of Master Ci Sheng?"
"He is pedantic and wants to save the world with his own compassion!"
"How does the master think we should survive this life?"
"...Father once said that if you travel alone, you will cultivate your mind; if you travel across the world, you will cultivate your soldiers!"
"Why did the master lose his position because of a word from Lord Tibing?"
"The poor monk doesn't know!"
"With your master's cultivation, why did you let Master Ti Bing kill Song Wugui so easily?"
"The poor monk didn't respond in time!"
"With the master's cultivation, why can't he react in time?"
"Xuanyuan Tibing is very powerful, but the poor monk just can't react in time!"
Ci Nan said a little annoyed.
"Master, how do you understand that killing lives is to protect lives, and killing karma is not killing people?"
"Cover yourself with sin, and wash away the sins of the world!"
"Since you are covered with sin, how can you save yourself?"
"The poor monk... I don't know!"
"What does Master think of Ye Wuchan?"
"I chant sutras and recite Buddha's name every day, but for the past two hundred years, I have been trying to save Xuanyuan Wuxiang and my cousin!"
"Why have you been trying to save these two people for two hundred years?"
"Because I can't forget it!"
"Why can't you forget?"
"Because I still have a human heart, and I am in the Buddhist world, but my heart is not in the Buddhist world!"
"Then...the master's heart is in Buddhism again?"
Outside the ruined temple, Ci Nan looked stunned and didn't know what to say for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, Lin Huang heard a long sigh from the latter, with a look of sadness on his face.
"Go to bed early!"
Ci Nan spoke calmly, his old face still confused, he just shook his head and said, "After tomorrow, the poor monk will take you to Wuchan Temple!"
Lin Huang smiled, not knowing what the latter was thinking. Before going to sleep, Lin Huang still sighed that there were actually people from the Xuanyuan family from more than two hundred years ago in the Dongling Realm.
However, he escaped into the empty door.
I don't know whether Xuanyuan Tibing is happy or sad at this moment.
Early on the next morning, Ci Nan led everyone on the road. The latter was still wearing a cassock, looking extra clean and tidy, and his expression became extremely calm, and there was no trace of what the latter was thinking.
Time passes by suddenly like running water.
In only half a month, the five people arrived in a deep mountain in the Qinglong Mountains.
The mountains and forests are lush and lush, exuding vitality and tranquility. Although we are inside the Qinglong Mountains, we can't see any birds or animals chirping or roaring. We can only hear the sound of bells and chimes, spreading down from the top of the mountain for ten miles.
Each bell sound is particularly majestic, revealing the mystery of cleansing the soul and washing away the shackles on the body.
Lin Huang looked up and saw a temple halfway up the mountain in front of him. It looked particularly simple, as if it blended in with the green mountains and the earth, and was completely natural.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a boundary monument covered with moss. The three words "Wuchen Temple" on it look particularly mottled, but it exudes tranquility and peace.
Ci Nan tidied his clothes respectfully, and then bowed towards the temple in the distance.
Lin Huang looked at the temple halfway up the mountain with a thoughtful look on his face. He didn't know what the old monk in the mountain had done to lure him into Wuchan Temple.
At this moment, halfway down the mountain, a bloody figure suddenly rushed out. The figure looked a little staggered, but its energy and blood were exceptionally strong.
Lin Huang's face hardened as he recognized the latter, it was Lei Li who was rescued by Ci Sheng at Shanhe Pass.
Afterwards, Lin Huang immediately drew out his sword and killed Lei Li. As soon as he took action, it was the Cross Yama.
Ci Nan's face softened slightly and he shouted: "Almsgiver..."
I don't know why, but Ci Nan didn't stop Lin Huang after he yelled. He just slowly closed his old eyes, with a look of sadness on his face, and fell into struggle again.
Jun Qingcheng stood in front of Ci Nan to prevent Ci Nan from sudden violence.
There was a bang.
The Cross Yama swooped past and landed violently on Lei Li, who was seriously injured, causing the latter to fly out immediately, with a terrifying cross scar appearing on his chest.
Looking at the young man approaching, Lei Li's expression changed drastically, his body crawled on the ground, and he cursed with a ruthless look in his eyes: "This is the important place of Buddhism, how dare you kill me!"
"Really?"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and sneered, raising the demon-suppressing knife in his hand.
Lei Li's expression changed accordingly, and he felt Lin Huang's decisive murderous intention. He couldn't help but look at Ci Nan behind Lin Huang and shouted: "Master, save..."
Before the latter could finish his words and Ci Nan could take action, Lin Huang struck down with a knife, violently cutting off Lei Li's head, and blood spattered on the boundary monument of Wuchan Temple.
Ci Nan smelled the smell of blood in the air and did not dare to open his eyes. He held the Buddhist beads in his hand and kept moving them while silently reciting Buddhist scriptures that he had forgotten most of.
After dealing with Lei Li, Lin Huang led everyone up the mountain, heading towards Wuchan Temple step by step.
Only ten miles into the mountain, I saw a decayed monk sitting cross-legged on the mountain road, like a clay or wooden sculpture. His face was peaceful, but from time to time he exuded a strange aura.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows slightly. The monk sitting cross-legged in front of him was Ci Sheng who was outside Shanhe Pass before.
Judging from the appearance of the latter, it seemed that the situation was very bad. There were streaks of blood flashing under the shriveled skin, and the faint scream of the blood crow could be heard in the body.
"Junior brother!"
Ci Nan quickly stepped forward and shouted, feeling the change in Ci Sheng, his white eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
Ci Sheng then opened his eyes, looked at Ci Nan in front of him, and Lin Huang and others not far away, with a peaceful smile on his face, and said calmly:
"Donor Lei planted a blood crow in the poor monk's body, and he escaped down the mountain on his own!"
When speaking, Cisheng didn't seem to have any resentment at all, which made Fatty Bai snort twice, seeming to sneer at him.
"He was killed by me!"
Lin Huang opened his mouth and said.
Cisheng's face was startled, and he spoke with the word "Amitabha". It seemed that up to this moment, he still felt sorry for Lei Li and had not resented the latter for planting the blood crow in his body.
Afterwards, Cisheng raised his head and looked at Lin Huang, and said: "This is so, please show mercy to the benefactor and kill the poor monk!"
Lin Huang frowned.
"The poor monk was penetrated by the blood crow, and even the great Buddha's teachings cannot resolve it. One day, the poor monk will turn into a demon and cause harm to the world. The donor kills the poor monk now as an act of great mercy!"
Cisheng opened his mouth with a smile, as if he had seen through life and death.
"What if I don't agree?"
Lin Huang hesitated and said.
The smile on Shisheng's face froze slightly, and then he looked at Xiaopang Bai, and then said: "Please ask the donor to kill the poor monk!"
"good!"
Little Fatty Bai didn't have so many ideas. He didn't want to see the old monk for a long time. He approached Ci Sheng with two big hammers. He missed one hammer when he was outside Shanhe Pass, and he just made up for it today.
"I'll do it!"
Lin Huang suddenly spoke and stopped Bai Xiaopang, causing the latter to feel a little discouraged.
"Donor Lin, please don't..."
Ci Nan stood in front of Lin Huang, refusing to give an inch.
Lin Huang looked at Ci Nan in front of him, but he smiled and said nothing. Just as he raised his hand, he pressed one hand on Ci Sheng's head, and then a terrifying power of Shura filled the air, pouring into Ci Sheng's body continuously.
in vivo.
On the mountain road, Ci Sheng, who was sitting cross-legged, stared at Lin Huang in horror. He felt that he had never seen such a fierce force in his life, and there was an evil aura in his domineering power.
However, it was that overbearing power that killed the blood crow in Ci Sheng's body in less than half a quarter of an hour.
When Lin Huang closed his palm, Ci Sheng showed no sign of joy. Instead, his face was full of horror. He looked at Lin Huang as if he were a devil. He felt that if this boy became a devil in the future, it would be a great disaster for the people.
On the mountain road, Ci Sheng finally bowed to Lin Huang to express his gratitude.
Later, under the leadership of Ci Nan, Lin Huang and others entered Wuchan Temple, which had been unknown for more than two hundred years in the Eastern Spirit Realm...