At this moment, Jiang Wang could not ask why Ku Jue died.
He had no choice but to ask why Kujue was not respected.
Kujue is cynical, and Kujue has no dignity at all.
Bitter feelings always wallow in the dust.
Ku Jue is always mean and shameless.
But these should not be the reasons for him to be treated with disdain.
He is a real person in this world who enjoys true freedom. He is an eminent monk of the same generation as the contemporary abbot of Xuankong Temple. He practiced with him back then. How many people can compare with him when it comes to Buddhism and cultivation?
However, in the Xuankong Temple, there was almost no such person. Even the believers at the foot of the mountain did not know that there was suffering in the world.
There are real people in this world who regard all living beings as ants, and there are real people who confuse right and wrong, but there is no room for a real person who plays games with the world?
In the past, Jiang Wang always felt that no matter how he was treated, it was all Ku Jue's own business. Ku Jue had his own way of getting along with the world, and Ku Jue would not be bullied. But now... he can no longer dance.
Come to curse people.
What can Jiang Wang do?
When there was no response after sending letters many times, he came to Xuankong Temple many times and asked for an audience by name. What he got every time was news about Kujue's wandering.
When he was worried about Kujue's safety, he was gentle and polite and bowed to the door respectfully - "Please tell me where senior Kujue is."
The first time he became a cabinet member of Taixu, he came to Xuankong Temple. The cabinet member paid homage to the mountain and received a letter from Ku Jue.
Now...he hopes that the world will give suffering the respect it deserves.
For this he can challenge everyone.
He does not want to be an enemy of Xuankong Temple.
He was just a disciple, a junior, an existence like a disciple and a son, fighting for a breath and a name for his "master" who had never called him out.
Because the feeling of suffering can no longer be won by oneself.
This body has not entered Buddhism, but Sanbao Mountain is my home in Buddhism.
The irritable Master Kubing did not fight immediately, and no other Master appeared again. Naturally, no one around the monks called for help.
When people looked at Jiang Wang, who was famous all over the world, pressing his sword in this Buddhist holy place, what they saw was not anger or arrogance, but overflowing with sadness that could not be hidden.
This man is so sad.
The cold-faced Master Kudu did not get angry. He remained silent. There was an indescribable silence in his expression as serious as a knife.
Maybe he also has a lot to say!
But he didn't say anything.
Then in the mountain gate, there was a sad sigh, faintly resounding: "Since you are here for suffering, there is no barrier for you to pass? Donor Jiang, please enter the mountain gate."
The truth of suffering turns sideways.
Jiang Wang tried his best to make himself bright, but all he could do was remain expressionless.
He straightened his spine, raised his head and pressed his sword, and walked in long strides. He represents Sanbao Mountain walking like a dragon and a tiger in this Buddhist holy land.
What a pity it would be for the old monk to not return his wealth to his hometown, and to be wealthy and holy.
The pure depth of Sanbao Mountain.
Today... fine clothes!
Under the complicated eyes of the monks, he followed closely behind the head of Guanshiyuan, stepped into the mountain gate of this Buddhist holy land in the present world, and entered the suspended Zen state.
The majestic hanging temple, the pagoda forest with faint treasures, the Sanskrit chant that spanned the ages... none of them could attract Jiang Wang's attention.
He walked forward silently.
The truth of suffering also leads the way silently.
Silence is the echo of the ancient temple.
No matter how long the road is, it has an end. No matter how long you walk, you can't stop your heartstrings.
But he inexplicably hoped that the road would be longer.
He would rather never go to the end.
Jiang Qingyang leads the way, Jiang Wu'an bravely leads the three armies, Jiang Ge Lao takes charge of the world, Jiang Wang... can't face the outcome bravely.
But he finally came to the quiet room of the abbot of Xuankong Temple.
The door of the room was also pushed open silently by Kudhi.
Jiang Wang walked forward.
Master Ku Ming sits behind a long desk.
There was only one incense burner and three sticks of sandalwood on the table.
The curls of green smoke obscured the wrinkles on the miserable abbot's face.
This fat monk, who always had a sad face, showed no sadness at the moment.
Today he cannot feel sorry for the common people.
He just sat there calmly, as if he had been sitting there for many years.
"I knew this day would come, but it was a little earlier than I thought." He said.
Jiang Wang walked up to him, knelt down on the futon in front of the long desk, facing the abbot of Xuankong Temple, his waist still straight: "Please tell me, abbot, how all this happened."
Ku Ming said: "Where should I start?"
He shook his head: "I can't stay out of the matter and say something that seems objective. As a monk who has escaped into Buddhism, I can't describe it without emotion - "
He raised a fat finger and placed it between Jiang Wang's eyebrows: "Please go into his fate and take a look at all this."
Jiang Wang knelt down in front of the incense burner and slowly... closed his eyes.
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"Your mother's straw sandals have rotten eggs, and three-inch nails jumped onto the Buddha's knees! It's such a shame that you still seduce the evil commander. Why didn't you slander Zong Dezhen! He had seventy-two concubines in the Three Palaces, Sixth Courtyard, etc.
, how many people followed him with all their money, in order to achieve the feat of becoming a dragon, a group of people fought life and death to finally lay the foundation. He turned around and ran up Yujing Mountain by himself - all the monks know that if you become a golden body, you must never forget your good faith.
He forgets his origins as soon as he goes up the mountain, is a first-class heartless man, and can be called the most evil king in the world!"
In the Zen room, the yellow-faced old monk was half-lying on the ground, with one foot on top of the other, one hand digging at the sole of the foot, and the other hand beating the ground from time to time to add to his amusement and prestige.
He was yelling curses and wouldn't stop for several hours. Every time he hit a critical point, he would hit the ground hard, making a reverberating "bang" sound.
boom!
"Zong Dezhen!"
"You old bastard who is obsessed with yellow mud, you got into your grandfather's crotch! If you love eating this so much, why don't you go to the pit! You are an old man who is thousands of years old and bullies me, a young man. Give your mother Zixu back.
Calming Talisman, do you want some face? You have lived in vain for so many years, and you have not made any progress! If Buddha were the same age as you, he would have transcended a long time ago! You are in the national system and Yujing Mountain, and you can't get anywhere. You are so ashamed.
shame!"
"Stop scolding!" Kubing's voice sounded outside the Zen room. Although it was a persuasion, it was loud and thunderous, and it seemed more like a quarrel with him: "If you scold him too much, even the Xingkong Zen state can't stop it. Zixu Zhenjun will
Hear it!”
"I just want him to hear it!" the yellow-faced old monk said angrily in the meditation room: "If this son of a bitch can't hear it, wouldn't the Buddha's scolding be in vain?!"
Kubing said: "Don't give Shanmen——"
"Shut up, you sick and consumptive ghost!!" The yellow-faced old monk cursed indiscriminately: "The Buddha hasn't scolded you yet, do you think you are a good thing?! Your senior brother was detained and thrown back by despicable means.
Are you blind and can't see? You stabbed him with a knife. Isn't that a dragon? What kind of earthworm did you bring down? Are you a big rooster?! You don't fight with others and come here to persuade me. I feel
Why does Buddha have such a good temper? What the hell!!”
Although Ku Bing had a loud voice, he couldn't scold him, so he shut up angrily, turned around and left.
But the yellow-faced old monk in the Zen room did not give up: "Let Buddha out! Count to three, don't force Buddha to scold you!"
"One! Two--you damn fat man! You fat fat pig with big ears! I know you are listening, don't pretend to be dead for me! Listen to the corner all day long and don't say anything when things happen. You are worthy of this
Abbot? Are you worthy? If your bitter nature does not die, will it be your turn? Damn fat man! Stand up! If you don’t come out, I will call you master!"
A miserable voice sounded faintly: "Isn't my master also your master?"
The yellow-faced old monk pointed at the sky and cursed the ground: "Okay, you bully the master and destroy the ancestors! You don't even care about scolding our master!"
Suffering does not make a sound.
"World Honored One!" The yellow-faced old monk shouted again: "The World Honored One is not a -"
"Shut up!" Ku Ming's fat figure suddenly burst into the meditation room: "Do you know what you are talking about? You are crazy!"
With a sickly face and a very serious view of the truth of suffering, they also stepped into the meditation room and looked at him sternly.
The brothers and sisters of their generation who are still alive are all gathered together.
No one thought that the yellow-faced old monk would dare to slander Buddha! This simply violated the bottom line of Buddhist practitioners!
"Hehehe..." The yellow-faced old monk got up from the ground, with a nonchalant expression on his face, and said nonchalantly: "Buddha has been crazy for a long time. Not only today, did you know it today?!"
"I know how you feel. But things have come to this point. We have all experienced so much, and we all know that things in the world will not go as planned. Even if you become a Buddha, many things cannot be changed!" Kuming sighed, with a sad face.
He said with some unconcealable fatigue: "Since the inheritance of Shanmen, you and I can't be willful. Don't mess around anymore. This talisman of Zixu Zhenjun is already a warning - let's stop here!"
"That's it." The yellow-faced old monk raised his finger and pointed at them one by one: "Suffering life, suffering disease, suffering truth. Listen carefully——"
He said calmly with a rare seriousness: "From today on, I officially leave the Xuankong Temple. Our fate as brothers and sisters ends here."
"What kind of place do you think the Hanging Temple is?" Kudhi said angrily: "You can come when you want, leave when you want, leave when you want to leave, and return when you want to return?"
"Don't be too loud with me!" The yellow-faced old monk suddenly pointed at his nose: "It's not big or small! Brothers are talking, it's not your turn to speak!"
The truth of suffering was instantly furious.
Ku Ming sighed softly: "Are you serious?"
"You take advantage of him, but you don't help him. You keep saying that you are a good believer in Buddhism, but you shrink your head when trouble comes! What kind of holy place is it! Do you think I am rare here?" Kujue pointed at himself: "Me! Kujue
!Leave Xuankong Temple today and never come back again! This statement is shared by heaven and earth, and is witnessed by all the Buddhas!"
"Get out of here!" He strode past several monks, deliberately bumped into Kudhi, and stepped out of the meditation room alone.
A real person in this world who has truly left the Xuankong Temple, the Xuankong Temple really has no reason to stop him.
Suffering and the truth of suffering no longer speak.
Duzi Kubing chased for a few steps, chased out of the Xuankong Zen state, and caught up with Yunkong: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the purification ceremony!"
The yellow-faced old monk said: "Jingli has grown up, and the future of Xuankong Temple belongs to him. He has a good fate. Now I am going to save the one who has a bad fate."
There are no words to answer the suffering.
"Take it! The Buddha is about to leave, leave some calligraphy treasures for the disciples, and don't peek at them." The yellow-faced old monk suddenly threw a stack of letters into his arms: "When my Jingli becomes the abbot, I will ask him to withdraw first.
I took the first seat of your Jianglongyuan, and I don’t even have the eyesight to see it!”
Then he just cursed and... flew away in the air.
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Huh, huh.
The breeze flows across the long river.
Six figures suddenly appeared, hanging over the long river.
Standing at the front was a tall old man with white hair and a boyish face. He frowned and said, "The Seal of Mountains and Rivers in Yongzhen has suppressed this place, and it is difficult to capture the breath."
"This is inappropriate." Taoist Chen Pi with an ancient face began to retort: "What is this 'difficulty' compared to? What is the standard? You can't just say it's difficult for no reason, and saying it's difficult doesn't mean anything.
."
No one paid attention to him.
The female crowned Fuling, who was wearing a plain Taoist robe, stretched out her hand and grabbed a handful in the air: "It's hard to catch the breath, but I caught Zhuang Gaoxian's - he should be planning to make a comeback in Zhuangjing, so we might as well go directly to Zhuangguo.
"
Licorice, who looked the youngest and most beautiful among Jingtian's six friends and had the most serious expression, shook his head: "For us and Zhuang Gaoxian, this is too sudden. It should have happened a few years later."
It will happen again, but for Jiang Wang, this is the time he chose, and he must have made a lot of preparations for this. Now that he has forced Zhuang Gaoxian into this, will he allow Zhuang Gaoxian to escape back to Zhuang Country? "
Bai Shu stepped on a pair of wooden clogs and stepped on the river waves with a graceful demeanor: "Don't worry, it's only a short distance from here to Zhuang Country, just follow it slowly. Are you in a hurry to save Zhuang Gaoxian?"
"We have to look at the situation to make it more in line with our mood. Hey, wait a minute -" Banxia, who looked like a middle-aged man, suddenly stopped and shook his head in a funny way: "It seems we can't follow immediately.
Going up!"
Just as his voice fell, boom——
Like a meteor falling from the sky or a meteorite falling from the sky, a figure cut through the sky and hit the water of the long river directly!
Snapped!
Amidst the splashing water, a yellow-faced old monk dressed in old monk robes slowly stood up.
The straw sandals are stepping on the water, and the monk's clothes are yellow and dusty. The man is a lonely reflection in the water, with no one behind him. But the expression on his face is very proud.
"I'm sorry, everyone-"
He looked at the six real people with different appearances across from him, grinned, and showed his yellow teeth: "My disciple is doing important things at the front... I don't want to be disturbed."
The old monk Cang Shen, who had white hair and a childish face, had the worst temper. When he saw the old monk blocking the road, he just asked: "Are you here to represent the Xuankong Temple?"
Last time in the Wumandu Mountains, he was traveling with Kujue, and he was a little more familiar with them than other real people.
Kujue clapped his hands and said proudly: "Xuankong Temple is nothing! I have kicked them away, and it doesn't matter from now on. The person standing here today is 'the most supreme Buddha in the world, the first in history'... You
Kujue Buddha! Buddha only represents himself! Isn’t Buddha enough?!"
He kept chattering: "If you are wise, please retreat now. The Buddha will recognize you, but the Buddha's fist will not - don't say that you were unprepared!"
The six friends of Jingtian looked at each other.
Baizhu, who was also standing on the river, smiled: "Since you only represent yourself... that's the best."
boom!!!
Seven figures hit a spot above the long river in an instant!
Divide at the first touch.
Ku Jue's figure flew backwards and fell back to the water. A pair of straw sandals had already entered the water. He still retreated more than a hundred feet, causing two waves.
His feet stumbled and landed on the water. As a result, two long gullies swelled and shot toward both banks.
At this moment, he is in a half-bow posture, not rickety, but with the bow fully drawn.
He put one hand in front of him, pressing the surface of the river, as if he was grasping the long river, hovering the body of the river. The other hand was placed behind him, as if holding the void to steady himself.
The sparse spiritual light overflowed from the body and became intense instantly, as if the spiritual light was endless.
He is like an emerald buried in a stone. At this moment, the stone coat is peeled off, and the brilliance is finally revealed.
"What a pity..." He said with a smile: "My traitor can't see my heroic appearance at this moment. It's hard to convince him!"
The withered eyebrows raised, the monk's robes suddenly swelled, and unimaginable power burst out from the skinny body. The endless aura spread out in all directions like a tsunami and landslide. However, because of the sealing of the Yongzhen Shanhe Seal, it was not seen in Changhe.
outside.
But why should we be seen by others?
The old monk is not for the human world.
I'm here just for one person.
The body is the five senses, the heart is the seven emotions, the mind is the six thoughts, and the spirit is the three wisdoms, which are the so-called hearing, thinking, cultivation, and acceptance of enlightenment.
Body awareness, mind awareness, consciousness, spiritual awareness...