At this time, the sky was already dark. Qin Changfeng watched Xiao Yuanshan's back disappear in the blink of an eye under the cover of the night. He had no choice but to rush towards the Zen courtyard quickly.
When he came to the Zen room, he saw Xuanku sitting cross-legged on the futon with a gray face. However, when he saw clearly that the person coming was Qin Changfeng, he softly said "Ah", then smiled and said: "It's Huiyu."
?I am missing you, I just look forward to seeing you again, come in quickly, I haven’t heard from you for five years, but I am really worried about you."
He had obviously suffered severe internal injuries, but his voice was full of joy.
"I have met Master, and it is really a sin to make Master worry about me."
After Qin Changfeng went in and bowed with his hands together, he sat down next to Xuan Ku, put a hand on his back, and the pure Buddhist inner energy was continuously sent in to heal his injuries.
Xuan Ku said, "You know what it is like to be a teacher, so there is no need to waste your energy in vain."
Qin Changfeng took out the porcelain bottle containing the last bit of sacred blood, put the mouth of the bottle to his mouth, let him drink it, and said solemnly: "If the disciple does not agree, even the life-threatening impermanence cannot take the master away!
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The sacred blood does not have any bloody flavor at all. Xuan Ku can only be regarded as the elixir that Qin Changfeng got from somewhere. After swallowing it, his complexion gradually improved, but Qin Changfeng's brows frowned even more tightly, because although it was temporarily stable,
The injury was cured and Xuanku recovered a lot of vitality, but it did not solve the fundamental problem. The shattered internal organs showed no sign of repair, so he could only survive for a while at best.
Do I need to use gold to restore props?
Just as Qin Changfeng was pondering, Xuanku looked at him, shook his head and said: "This is the fate of my master, and my disciple can no longer force it."
"Amitabha!"
A Buddhist chant suddenly sounded behind him. It turned out that before Qin Changfeng came, a young novice monk had escaped to report the news. Abbot Xuanci came to the door at some unknown time with Xuannan, Xuanji and other senior monks. Xuanci stepped forward to investigate.
After Xuan Ku was injured, he looked sad and said in a majestic voice: "Junior brother, do you know who the murderer is?"
Xuan Ku did not say anything, but smiled calmly and said: "On the day when I was ordained as a poor monk, Master named me Xuan Ku. The eight sufferings mentioned by the Buddha are birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with resentment, separation from love, and failure to seek.
I have been cultivating all my life and tried my best to get rid of these eight sufferings. I am ashamed to say that I can save myself but cannot save others. The suffering of "resentment and resentment" is an inevitable situation in life. It is sown by old causes and should have this karma.
Disciple and other senior brothers, they should be happy for me when they see me repaying this karma."
The meaning of the resentment meeting is that there is no way to avoid enemies and enemies, and we always have to meet those who should meet. The implication is that he does not blame others and does not want to tell who that person is.
Xuanci raised his eyebrows and said: "Junior brother, if we go all out to hunt down the murderer, it seems to be violating my Buddha's commandment not to be angry or angry. However, the purpose of conquering demons and killing traitors is to save the world. When I learn martial arts, my original intention is to promote Dharma and learn from my Buddha.
With a heart of great kindness and compassion, you can relieve the suffering of all sentient beings... If you eliminate one demon, you will save countless people in the world. Junior brother, why do you bear the consequences of your karma for one demon?"
"Brother Abbot, I don't want to let my senior brother and other senior brothers worry about me, so as to increase my karma. If that person can put down the butcher's knife, he will naturally turn around. If he persists in not realizing it, alas, he will suffer in vain. This human figure
There is no need to say more about her appearance."
After Xuan Ku finished speaking, he took Qin Changfeng's hand and smiled at Xuan Ci: "I would like to sit quietly for a while and say a few words to my apprentice."
Seeing that he had made up his mind, Xuanci could only sigh and clasped his hands together and said, "In that case, I will take my leave. Junior brother, please take care of yourself."
All the monks left the meditation room with a heavy heart. Everyone knew that this departure might be a farewell.
"Huiyu, while there is still time, I will teach you the last lesson. If you have any doubts, feel free to tell me. The humble monk who is capable will definitely answer it for you." Xuan Ku thought of the same thing before his master passed away.
He taught himself the last lesson, fate is reincarnation, and now he wants to end it like this.
Seeing that he was determined to die, Qin Changfeng was helpless. Speaking of doubts... he indeed had many, but none of them could be answered by this master.
But for some reason, he accidentally revealed the question that had been bothering him recently, and suddenly said: "Master, I want to know what a demon Buddha is?"
"Magic Buddha?!"
Xuanku looked at Qin Changfeng in astonishment, his eyes full of surprise, doubt and deep worry.
Then, he closed his eyes, stopped talking, and the muscles on his face gradually stiffened, as if he had passed away.
But like a flashback, at the moment when his breath was the weakest, he suddenly opened his eyes. His turbid eyes were filled with an unprecedented wisdom, as if he suddenly had an epiphany at the last moment of his life, and thus understood the secret of the cycle of life and death.
Same, and at the same time, his tone was contradictory, as if he wanted to say it but didn't want to say it, but finally said it: "I see... I wish you to become a Buddha, but I don't want you to become a demon Buddha. However, as an ordinary person, you are ultimately unable to do what you want."
After saying that, the golden light in his eyes quickly became introverted, as if it had condensed into a ball and retracted into his body. At the same time, his eyes suddenly closed again, with a solemn expression. Qin Changfeng felt a coolness coming from his palms, and then explored
He was breathing heavily, and his breath was gone.
Qin Changfeng sighed in his heart and showed sadness. Although the relationship between master and master was arranged by the mastermind, Xuan Ku treated him sincerely.
Although he has a dark heart, he is not an ungrateful bastard.
Thinking of this old monk who spent his whole life practicing in a Zen monastery and living in peace with the world, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the first person in the Xuan generation to be enlightened by Buddhism. Unfortunately, he was innocently implicated in decades of old grudges and passed away. Qin Chang
Feng Bian couldn't help but feel even more sad.
At this moment, a young novice suddenly shouted loudly near the entrance of the monastery: "Ah...it's you! You're here again, someone's here...the murderer who injured Master Xuanku is back!"
Qin Changfeng heard this voice and it was the young novice monk who usually served Xuan Ku. From what he meant, he seemed to have discovered the murderer who injured Xuan Ku.
Qin Changfeng was shocked. Xiao Yuanshan was determined not to come back at this time, so the only person who was discovered was Qiao Feng, who hurried to see his master after discovering that his adoptive parents had been killed!
When he thought of this, he quickly ran out, only to see a tall figure wearing a cloth robe standing in the Zen courtyard with his back to him. Judging from the figure, he must be Qiao Feng.
At this moment, Xuanci arrived with a large group of monks. The young novice quickly hid behind Abbot Xuanci, grabbed his sleeve, pointed at Qiao Feng and screamed: "Abbott, it's him! He was injured.
It’s him who belongs to the master!”
Qiao Feng's figure was not very clear in the shade of the trees. Xuanci lowered his head and asked the little novice: "Can you see clearly? Don't mistake the wrong person."
The young novice replied: "I can see clearly. He is wearing a straight gray cloth, with a square face, upturned eyebrows, big mouth and big ears. It is him, unmistakable..."
As he spoke, he saw Qin Changfeng behind Qiao Feng, and quickly shouted: "Senior Brother Huiyu, catch him quickly, he was the one who injured Master with his palm."
Qin Changfeng raised his eyebrows, but remained silent. His face was expressionless, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Qiao Feng also looked back at this junior brother and saw that he was safe and sound. His expression flashed with joy. However, he was worried about his current situation and in order not to implicate him, he did not open his mouth to address him.
At this time, several monks who seemed to have just returned from the mountain said: "Abbott, Qingsong has said this, it must be true. The disciples just came back, and not long ago they saw this evil man killing his adoptive parents!"
After hearing these repeated accusations, when the monks looked at Qiao Feng again, only angry expressions remained on their faces, and they all glared at him fiercely.
At this time, Qiao Feng walked out from the shade of the tree, obviously ready to explain.
Abbot Xuanci saw his appearance clearly and was startled. Naturally, he found that Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan from the battle at Yanmen Pass looked almost the same. However, he regained his composure in the blink of an eye and asked: "Donor... you... will you...
Is it Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan?"
Qiao Feng said: "Yes, disciple Qiao Feng! But now he is no longer the leader of the Beggar Clan, and the injury to Master Xuanku and the murder were definitely not done by his disciples."
At this time, a short old monk said: "Abbott, this devil has done such an unscrupulous thing, so naturally he won't admit it. It's better to capture him first and then interrogate him in detail!"
Xuanci pondered for a while and then said slowly: "Donor, please stay in our temple for a few days. If the benefactor is really innocent, after our temple has found out, we will naturally let the benefactor leave."
Qiao Feng naturally didn't want to fight with the Shaolin monks, but he also didn't want to be captured without mercy, probably because he knew that someone must be pretending to be him to frame him when he was in this situation. If he was trapped in Shaolin today, no one would be able to help him.
I found out the truth, so I suddenly boosted my energy and luck and prepared to force myself out.
At the same time, all the Shaolin monks rushed towards him.
At this moment, there were more than ten warrior monks, all of them were top-notch masters among the Shaolin Hui generation. They all had the same idea. They did not want to beat Qiao Feng to death harshly, but wanted to capture him for detailed interrogation. So for a while
Suddenly, the Dragon Capturing Hand, the Eagle Claw Hand, the Tiger Claw Technique, the Diamond Finger, the Stone Palm...all the Shaolin School's most advanced grappling techniques came forward to greet him.
Qiao Feng's inner strength surged in his palms. He was planning to block this wave before jumping up the courtyard wall and escaping.
But at this moment, a monk wearing white robes suddenly stood in front of him and said, "Brother, please go. The poor monk here will help you explain."
"Junior brother, you..." Qiao Feng was shocked.
Bang bang bang...!
The Shaolin monks did not expect that Qin Changfeng would suddenly rush out to help Qiao Feng. Before he could stop it, all kinds of moves were immediately thrown at Qin Changfeng. At this moment, the sound of banging and banging was heard all over his body.
A dozen times.
If anyone else, even an eminent monk of the Xuan generation, had received such a blow, they would have been knocked into the air and unable to move.
But Qin Changfeng was like Mount Tai, his feet firmly grasped on the ground and unmoving!
Despite the dozens of attacks hitting his body, not only did he not suffer any damage, but seven or eight monks were shocked back. Amidst the chaotic footsteps, the monks who took action were in chaos.
"Dacheng's magical power of indestructibility!" All the Shaolin disciples present gasped and looked at Qin Changfeng with shock in their eyes.
In the Shaolin Temple, it has been a long time since the monk who has practiced the indestructible power of Vajra to the ninth level has appeared.
