Benxuan closed his eyes, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down.
He had profound martial arts skills and a reputation that was well-known throughout the capital. He thought he could play with people's hearts and even win the favor of the princess in order to spread the Sanskrit Dharma.
But with a cold decree, the entire Sanskrit religion was as fragile as paper.
Regardless of reputation, sect, or prestige, they are all vulnerable. How sad and deplorable this is!
Even the Brahma Dharma, which is said to be boundless, seems to have no effect at all.
"Poof!" A mouthful of blood was spat out like this. Bianxuan could no longer maintain his concentration. He woke up from his meditation, leaned forward slightly, and was about to wipe the blood on his lips when he heard the curtain move slightly and a gust of wind.
Attack.
"Who?" Bianxuan opened his eyes and realized something was wrong.
The door of the room where I entered meditation was originally ajar, but now it was slightly open.
When I looked over, I saw someone standing outside the half-closed door, leaning against the door, looking like he was leisurely waiting for him to wake up.
Bianxuan's heart trembled. This person appeared so ghostly, and it was obvious that he came with bad intentions!
This is the Daiwang Palace!
Even though I deliberately lived in a remote place far away from the main courtyard for the sake of peace and quiet, the courtyard was still within the Prince Dai's Mansion, and over the past month, the Prince's Mansion had been tight on the outside and tight on the inside. It was definitely not something that ordinary young people could enter quietly!
Bian Xuan was finally deep, and he calmed down in an instant. Through the looming moonlight, he could see the man outside dressed in green clothes and wearing a mask. Under the moonlight, the mask looked hideous and terrifying, like a ghost.
If I hadn't been facing the door and happened to see this figure when I opened my eyes, with my ability to discern mysteries, I wouldn't have been able to feel the presence of this person!
This feeling is very mysterious. He can see this person's existence, but he can't feel it.
"This is impossible. My Brahma consciousness has declined like this?"
The most important thing in Brahma practice is spiritual awareness. Who is this person? Is it a ghost?
At this moment, Bianxuan couldn't help but have such absurd thoughts.
Bianxuan is the heir whom the Brahma Sect has focused on cultivating. Even though he suffered severe injuries before, his foundation was not damaged. Now he has recovered more than half. With his own ability, he can't feel the existence of this person. He can only see it with the naked eye.
See.
This person even gave Bianxuan a feeling that the other person seemed to exist yet seemed to be empty. Is this really the same person?
Even if they are really ghosts and gods, they can still see and feel them!
Benxuan looked at it, bit his lip gently, and said quietly: "Who are you?"
The man in Tsing Yi walked in directly from the outside, walking quietly and silently, which gave him the feeling of being a mysterious person. It was like there was nothing there, it seemed to exist, but it also seemed not to exist.
"It doesn't matter who I am."
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he could tell that the man in Tsing Yi was not really empty. The voice that came out was a man's, but the voice was low, slightly hoarse, and not unpleasant to hear.
The man in Tsing Yi seemed to have a clear understanding of what he saw and heard after entering samadhi: "You have received the fundamental precepts and have been able to teach the most sublime Dharma. This is one of the important turning points expected by the Brahma Sect."
"But why did Gao De predict the rise of Brahma Dharma, but it was repeatedly blocked?"
"I don't know, little monk, but I would like to ask the benefactor for advice." Bianxuan calmed down, slowly clasped his hands together, and quietly watched the man in green with one eye as he slowly approached.
The man in Tsing Yi finally stopped three to five meters away from Bianxuan, and uninhibitedly lifted up his clothes and sat on the ground.
The two of them looked at each other face to face, looking down at each other. The perfect face was ruined by the blindfold, and it looked like a jade statue in the moonlight. But when they raised their eyes, the light in their eyes eliminated the beauty of the jade, but added a kind of beauty.
The beauty of contradiction.
The light in Bianxuan's eyes was cold and calm.
This was very different from Benxuan's usual temperament, but at this moment, in the clean room of the tea house shrouded in moonlight, it blended with his temperament at the moment.
The man in Tsing Yi who was sitting casually across from him suddenly chuckled: "Sure enough, he has the Qi of Bingfan Sect. He does have some foundation, but it's a pity that his face is disfigured."
"The body is just a skin, and the face is even less beneficial to the Brahma Dharma, so what's the pity?"
Bianxuan said calmly, knowing that the man in Tsing Yi came to visit late at night and behaved like this, so he must not have good intentions.
But before his eyes, the faces of countless people who died tragically flashed in sequence.
Even though he has a great heart, and his master also has a great heart, how can those little novices under ten years old, those orphans who were taken in by the temple because their parents died early, deserve nothing?
But the emperor's thunderous anger caused the temple to flow into a river of blood.
Do those who interrogate ordinary Brahma monks really just want to pry open their mouths and find out some secrets from their mouths?
No!
It was just to pay tribute to the angry emperor, and just for the slightest possible benefit.
At this moment, a desire arose spontaneously in Bianxuan's heart! That desire was like an inner demon, rising steadily and growing rapidly!
He thought, since there are princes and generals in this world, they can trample on the weak and weak, so why don't they take control of this power and use it for themselves to protect the people they want to protect and achieve their goals?
What do you want to achieve?
My past self was too rigid!
Too restrictive!
If the past self could figure out these truths and break free from the ropes tied to itself, then things might not have turned out like this, the master would not have died tragically, and Brahma Karma would have been able to carry it out.
"If you regard your body as a skin, you will never be able to see the truth and break through this situation." The man in Tsing Yi seemed to have seen Bian Xuan's psychological changes, but he didn't seem to see it, he just said this.
"Please give me some advice from the donor." Bianxuan finally asked in a deeper and hoarse voice: "Why?"
This is asking for the answer to the question just now.
People in Tsing Yi asked why it was predicted that the Brahma Dharma would rise, but it was repeatedly blocked.
Discrimination is asking for answers that can be given.
Maybe the answer the man in Tsing Yi brings to him will be more terrifying than the tragic scene he has seen, and he will be tempted to do something irreversible. However, the pain suppressed in his heart makes Bianxuan eager to know this.
Answer.
"The Sanhedrin says that magical power is not as good as karma. Many monks are satisfied with this answer. But why it is not as good as it is, no one knows. Even if it is known, it is just an excuse to accumulate karma over the past generations."
"Actually, the answer is very simple. This world is not the Brahma world. This is the fundamental reason." The man in Tsing Yi spoke calmly: "It's up to you to do whatever you want. These four words are simple, but they are the most fundamental truth."
The tone of Qingyi's mouth seemed to know many truths, and he seemed to be a little scornful of the Brahma God. This scorn did not seem to be caused by ignorance and arrogance. On the contrary, he was casual because he knew the inside story.
"Guests do as they please, so in this world, Brahma Dharma is subject to karma?" Bianxuan did not get angry, but murmured to himself.
Seeing Bianxuan deep in thought, the man in green laughed again.
This laughter seemed to be mocking the stupidity of Bian Xuan, or was surprised by Bian Xuan's understanding. A low voice came from behind the mask: "Yes, so when the emperor is angry, there will be tens of thousands of corpses, so killing you monks is nothing."
What's going on?"
"Many monks comfort themselves. For such a serious sin, the emperor's merits will be exhausted and he will fall into hell."
"However, whether it is merit, merit, or even cause and effect, reincarnation, etc., these are all the rules of the guest, how can it be restricted to the host's family?"
"If the law cannot be enforced, how can there be retribution? All we can do is to surrender and die."