Chapter 1811 Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors!
"Traitor, you deceived the master and destroyed the ancestors, betrayed the Buddha, and joined the devil's path. Sooner or later, you will die a good death!"
The old monk glared at the black-robed man with a look of despair in his eyes.
"Master, Master, are you okay? Woohoo...Brother Huixin, why do you want to hurt Master? Don't you remember how Master taught you, preached and gained your karma?"
Young monk Huineng's face was covered with tears. He ran over and helped the old monk up, his eyes full of anger and sadness.
The man in black robe was slightly shaken, with a trace of struggle in his eyes, but then he became cold and ruthless and said: "Little junior brother, as long as you hand over the Prajna Sutra, I promise not to kill you! Otherwise, don't blame me today.
Very cruel!"
"Don't even think about it!"
The old monk's face was as golden as paper, showing a tragic yet decisive look.
"I don't know whether to live or die! If that's the case, then Prajna Temple should be destroyed today!"
The man in black robe had murderous intent in his eyes, and he immediately rushed towards the old monk and the young monk.
The old monk was now at the end of his strength and was on the verge of death. He had no way to resist. He could only close his eyes in despair and shed two lines of tears.
Just die, but it's a pity that the inheritance of Prajna Temple is cut off, and Huineng will die with him when he is still young.
Boom!
But at this moment, a black stream of light reached its peak, and instantly struck the man in black robe. It contained extremely terrifying power, and the man in black robe couldn't help but change his face. He didn't dare to catch it with his physical palm, and hurriedly
He sacrificed a red-gold sword, burst out with unparalleled holy power, and slashed down towards the black stream of light.
Click!
The terrifying divine light exploded, and the man in black robe felt as if he had hit an extremely hard ancient sacred mountain. His whole body suddenly trembled violently, and the sword in his hand actually broke.
The black stream of light was a small black mark, which directly hit the chest of the man in black robe, sending him flying out!
"Who are you?"
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the man in black robe, and he stared at a figure flying from a distance.
He was a young man in white clothes, with an extraordinary martial prowess and an aloof temperament. His head was covered with flying black hair, and his eyes were extremely cold, containing a trace of strong murderous intent!
It’s Ling Xiao!
"Surfing yourself to the demons, deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors, everyone will kill you! How do you want to die?"
Ling Xiao stared at the man in black robe and said coldly.
Ling Xiao originally had no intention of meddling in other people's business, but when he found out that this man in black robe was actually a Buddhist disciple who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, took refuge in the demon clan, and then turned around and killed his mentor and junior brother, Ling Xiao suddenly became confused.
was irritated.
The remnants of the demon clan, who deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors, must die no matter which one they choose, there is no room for negotiation!
"With your mere cultivation of a second-level semi-saint, do you really think that you have a powerful holy treasure, so you dare to act wild in front of me? Boy, your holy treasure is not bad, I accept it with a smile!".
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The man in black robe sneered, and suddenly a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and a black-gold demon-subduing pestle appeared in his palm. It was thick and ancient, exuding powerful holy power.
The top-notch semi-sacred treasure just now was directly smashed by the Fantian Seal. The man in black robe knew that the Fantian Seal was extraordinary, so he directly sacrificed a powerful holy treasure.
In his opinion, Ling Xiao was just a second-turn semi-saint, relying on the power of the holy treasure, and there was nothing to fear at all.
"It turned out to be Fan Tianyin from the War Palace? Could he be the newly promoted Lord of the War Palace?"
The old monk in the distance had a look of uncertainty in his eyes and murmured to himself.
"The Pantian Seal of the War Temple? Master, can this benefactor defeat Senior Brother Huixin? If not, then we will all be in misfortune!"
Huineng stared with his cute big eyes and said with some expectation and some worry.
"Don't worry! With Fan Tianyin here, he will definitely not lose! Huineng, remember not to call me Senior Brother Huixin from now on. He is a traitor. You must kill him in the future to avenge the whole family of Prajna Temple!"
The old monk stared at Huineng and said, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood, his breath became extremely weak in an instant, and the oil was almost exhausted.
The old monk was already seriously injured, but this time he spent all his life and wisdom fighting, and the result was even more injuries, and he was able to regain his health.
He had held on until now, but after seeing Ling Xiao's appearance and Huineng's safety, he could no longer hold on.
"Master, Master, you can't die. What should I do if you die? Master, wuwuwu..."
Young monk Huineng hugged the old monk, his face was filled with tears that could not be stopped. He cried so sadly that his face was stained with tears.
"Silly boy, there is no joy in life, no pain in death. I just returned to the arms of Buddha! If you can enter the Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool one day, maybe we will have time to meet again! Huineng
, follow him from now on, he should be a good person!"
The old monk smiled at Huineng, with a look of kindness and reluctance on his face. He touched Huineng's little head, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
Buzz!
The old monk forced himself to sit down cross-legged, clasped his hands, lowered his eyebrows, looked compassionate, and silently recited the scripture: "Observe the Self"
Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, you will see that all five aggregates are empty, and you will be able to survive all hardships."
"Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true for feelings, thoughts, and consciousness..."
As the old monk chanted sutras, bright Buddha light appeared in the surrounding void, as if the door to the void was opened, the flowers of the avenue fell, the void shook in all directions, and the old monk's body began to slowly turn into a piece of light
rain.
"Relics, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither stained nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no feelings, thoughts or consciousness, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch or dharma...
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"...So the Prajna Paramita mantra means that the mantra says: reveal the meaning, reveal the meaning, Polo reveals the meaning, Pāluāṇī reveals the meaning, Bodhisattva Maha."
As the old monk finished reciting the last verse, his whole body shone brightly and instantly turned into a bright rain of light and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Amitabha!"
Young monk Huineng put his palms together and softly said the Buddha's name. His mouth was choked with sobs and his face was filled with tears.
Boom!
Ling Xiao drove the Pantian Seal and collided with Hui Xin's Demon Subduing Pestle, sending Hui Xin flying out again, directly smashing a large human-shaped hole into the mountain wall in the distance.
"Um?"
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed. At this moment, he noticed the movement of the old monk transforming into a Taoist. He couldn't help but feel a little sentimental in his heart, but the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense.