Master Ji Yan seemed to be unable to hear the sounds outside, and he continued to climb up.
Master Ji Yan has been practicing boxing diligently since he became a monk, and he was considered a warrior monk when he was young. But now that he is old after all, the ailments that have accumulated in his body for many years have been revealed.
He looked for a place to stay on the edge of each floor of the pagoda, carefully like a pilgrim. The majestic pagoda made his body slimmer, and his arched back also exposed his age.
Every time he climbed up to a level, everyone felt nervous for him, fearing that he would fall off the tower accidentally.
Wujie looked at his master, feeling more and more panicked in his heart. A feeling of regret arose spontaneously, impacting his belief. He could die, and everyone in the tower could die, but the path they must take, but his
Master...that was the master who raised him and taught him.
His body trembled involuntarily, and he gritted his teeth tightly to prevent himself from saying any regretful words.
The master was getting closer and closer to him, and cold sweat fell from Wujie's forehead. He looked at Master Huijing in panic, but found that Master Huijing was no longer as calm as usual, and was retreating step by step at this moment.
, amidst the sound of the monks chanting scriptures, Huijing's movements were particularly conspicuous, and were incompatible with everything.
Not far away, someone could be seen faintly approaching, obviously trying to rescue Master Huijing.
Master Huijing once said that he is not afraid of death and has no fear, but now his appearance is not like what he said.
Wujie couldn't help but feel a little shaken.
Seeing that Huijing was about to run away.
"Where are you going?" Song Chengxuan's cold voice sounded.
Huijing followed the voice and looked over. Song Chengxuan was standing there with his back to him.
"We are all watching here, you can't leave either." Song Chengxuan's voice was cold and murderous, making people afraid to act rashly.
"Bang" and "bang" sounded several times, and several people were thrown to the ground. It was the people who came to rescue Huijing. Those people staggered up from the ground and wanted to move forward with Huijing, but they were quickly stopped again.
Come back.
Song Chengxuan did not look back, but walked straight to Xu Qinghuan. Seeing Song Chengxuan's attitude just now, Xu Qinghuan moved closer to Song Chengxuan.
If the situation of Master Ji Yan and the monks in the pagoda were not worrying, they would be able to breathe a sigh of relief now.
Xu Qinghuan returned his attention to stepping on the pedal and whispered, "Master, will you..."
Song Chengxuan said, "It depends on whether the master wants it or not."
Wujie was deceived by Huijing and went astray. Master Jiyan wanted to save this disciple. I wonder if Master Jiyan's painstaking efforts and belief can bring Wujie back from this path.
Xu Qinghuan nervously grasped the handkerchief.
At this moment, the closed door was opened, and several monks walked out quickly. Their faces were full of anxiety and panic. They collapsed to the ground after leaving the pagoda. The sweat on their bodies had already been wet.
Monk robes, they looked at Huijing with confused expressions, and their hearts were obviously greatly shaken. They were all followers of Huijing. They were infected by Master Jiyan and many monks' sacrifice of life, and their hearts were filled with
Changes have occurred.
Then the monks who were chanting sutras walked out of the pagoda. They walked a little further and sat cross-legged there. These monks worshiped the Buddha wholeheartedly and were never wavered by their wisdom.
Now they have never looked at Master Jining, as if they already know what the result will be.
And they will accept this result calmly without any worries.
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel respectful.
More and more monks came out, and Wujie was already panicking. He was unable to stop him. Now all he could do was to detonate the firearm under him, but he couldn't lift his body. What he originally wanted to do failed to do it.
Such difficulty.
At the end, the monks moved out the big tanks in the tower one after another, and in those tanks were the corpses of the deceased masters.
A monk walked up to Song Chengxuan and said, "There are other corpses in the vat. They must be those who were harmed by Huijing and others."
Now that there is evidence, Huijing cannot escape easily.
Now, except Wujie, everything has settled.
At this time, Master Ji Yan had already climbed to the top of the tower, and the master and disciple faced each other.
"It seems you still have a way out," Master Ji Yan said, "Buddha takes pity on you."
"Master Ji Yan," Xu Qing'an called out first, "Come down, it's okay. Your traitor can only blow himself up now."
Master Ji Yan did not move.
The cold sweat without warning had already soaked his clothes.
"Master, let's go!" Wujie looked pale.
Ji Yan slowly said, "Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.
Without precepts, you are willing to let go, destroy your body and keep your moral integrity, abandon your love and have no relatives, abandon your family and join the holy way, and be willing to save all people."
Ji Yan said as he took off his monk's robe and slowly put it on Wujie's shoulders.
Just like when he ordained Wu Jie.
When shaving his hair, Ji Yan once asked, "Can I remove your top hair now?"
Wujie replied "Okay."
Then Wujie's hair fell to the ground one after another, and finally Ji Yan put on the monk's robe for Wujie.
Everything seemed to have gone back to the past, to the moment when Wujie became a monk. At that time, he was still very young and his mind was pure. I don't know when he got mixed up with a lot of unnecessary greed.
Wujie was once angry that his master had left. He didn't understand what was good about being an ascetic. Why didn't he take over this ancient temple? Buddha relics were enshrined here. Many monks had to travel long distances to come here for pilgrimage. Standing next to his master, he felt extremely honored.
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What they should do is what they should do as Buddhist disciples.
Later he met Huijing, and he was satisfied at first, but he gradually paid more and did things he didn't want to do.
This is his sorrow, he has ceased to be a monk a long time ago.
"Master, let's go!" Wujie said, "This disciple has gone too far, and he will continue to walk. He will not repent, and you do not need to persuade him."
Ji Yan said calmly, "I'm not here to persuade you. The choice has always been your own business. No one can help you, but you have to keep going."
Wujie was about to speak when he suddenly felt his arms tighten, and then his whole body was thrown out. Under him was a firearm that had been placed in advance. The firing pin that lit the firearm was hooked with a hair-thin silk thread.
If you move even a little bit, the thread may break. If he moves away like this, the firing pin must have fallen.
The firearm was about to explode, and Wujie saw where he was sitting. There was an old monk in middle robe sitting there, that was Master Ji Yan.
With a "boom", fire shot up into the sky and drowned Master Ji Yan's body. Just before the huge momentum arrived, someone grabbed his arm and led him to jump down from the top of the tower step by step.
Wujie's nose was filled with the smell of gunfire, which was vaguely mixed with the smell of Master Ji Yan. Yes, Master had been shattered by the firearm, and the blood was mixed with the dust and scattered.
Wujie suddenly remembered what the master had said when he and his master were practicing Buddhism together.
"Wujie, do you know that when people come to this world, they cannot leave alive. No one knows where we are going. We cannot regret the path we have taken. But if one day you are wrong, you can still regret it.