Xuankong Temple itself is a sect like a Buddhist country. In addition to practicing in the temple, most of the believers live in this huge land.
The temples in various places are responsible for maintaining orderly production and protecting believers. They are equivalent to ordinary government officials.
At this time, on an unknown hill in the domain.
Two bald men, one old and one young, sat side by side facing the moonlight and meditating.
It's just that one bald head is clean and shiny, but the other bald head is a little dirty and not very beautiful.
Moreover, the eyes of the two monks were wide open, showing no intention of meditating towards the Buddha.
The old man's face is withered and yellow, so he is naturally a monk of Kujue.
Anyone who knows him knows that he has never been willing to stay in the main temple of Xuankong Temple. Instead, he travels around frequently and is not seen all year round. And every time he returns to Xuankong Temple, a small temple built randomly on this nameless hill is where he spends most time.
A place to rest.
"Sigh." After a long silence, Monk Kujue sighed: "I wonder how your junior brother Jingshen is doing in Linzi."
The young monk Jingli said in a muffled voice: "Linzi is not a blessed place. Junior brother will surely suffer surrounded by those red and pink skeletons."
Monk Kujue coughed: "That's right! Although your junior brother Jingshen has wisdom, his blessings are not as good as yours!"
Monk Jingli and his master sat on the ground on the hill. They didn't even have a clean mat, but the wind blew the monk's clothes very cool. He said happily: "Master, don't test me anymore, please bring me back as soon as possible and enjoy the blessing together!"
"..." The yellow-faced old monk Tian said shamelessly: "This still depends on fate. The time has not come yet. When the time comes, he will be able to find his way back and Master can take him back to the mountain gate."
Monk Jingli sighed sympathetically: "Junior brother is so pitiful, when will the time come?"
"This is a secret." Kujue shook his head seriously: "Buddha said, don't say it!"
Monk Jingli shut his mouth innocently, as if I would definitely keep the secret.
Looking at this simple disciple, Ku Jue couldn't help but sigh again.
"It would be great if my poor disciple Jing Goose was still alive..."
The young monk Jingli had a strange expression on his face.
Kujue asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"
Monk Jingli said with some fear: "Senior Brother Jinghai said that I don't have any Senior Brother Jing'e at all. You made it all up."
Ku Jue's eyes widened: "What nonsense are you talking about! Your senior brother Jing'e's common name is Zuo Guanglie. He was born in the most famous Zuo family in the Chu Kingdom. He was so prestigious when he was alive. How can he be fake?"
"Uh." Monk Jingli said, "Senior Brother Jinghai said that you didn't teach Zuo Guanglie anything. He is great, but it has nothing to do with you."
Ku Jue was about to get angry, but after thinking about it, he suppressed it and asked, "What else did he say?"
Jingli scratched his bald head, feeling uneasy, but after all, he did not dare to lie to his master: "Senior Brother Jinghai also said that you insisted on accepting Zuo Guanglie as your disciple, gave him a dharma name, and ran to block his door. As a result,
Zuo Guanglie summoned a bunch of strong men and almost asked you to confess that you were in Chu State! He said that you later escaped in despair..."
"He knows nothing!" Kujue suddenly stood up and became furious, his tattered monk's clothes rustling under the moonlight.
Jingli shrank his neck and said, "He said Uncle Kubing told him."
"Ku Bian doesn't know anything!" Ku Jue continued to curse angrily.
"Uncle Abbot said..."
"The abbot knows a lot...the abbot only knows a little bit about it!"
Jingli shrank his neck and finished the sentence: "Uncle Abbot said that if I hear Master cursing, I will plug my ears."
Kujue stared at him: "Who do you listen to?"
"Who is listening to whom?"
Kujue nodded: "You have the root of wisdom."
After saying that, he suddenly sighed again: "If Jing'e is not my destined disciple, how can I find your junior brother Jingshen in the dark through his remaining aura?"
Speaking of Jing Goose, the yellow-faced old monk had real sadness in his eyes.
"It's impossible to gather souls. Otherwise, you brothers should be allowed to meet..."
Jingli lowered his eyebrows and felt a little sad: "Is it true that Senior Brother Jing'e has entered the door?"
"We haven't had time to go through the motions yet!" Ku Jue said angrily: "But as practitioners, what do we care about those common rituals? It's because your uncle Ku is so old-fashioned and needs a name for everything. Otherwise..."
Otherwise, he didn't say anything further.
Is it really possible to go to Qin because of life and death on the battlefield? In the name of a master who "has not yet started"?
Not to mention whether it was seeking death, in fact, although he unilaterally determined that Zuo Guanglie was his destined disciple through secret methods, Zuo Guanglie never paid attention to him. He even got tired of being pestered. He directly gathered a group of masters and chased him out of the Chu realm...
The hill was silent for a long time.
"What happened next?" Kujue suddenly asked.
He was asking about the continuation of the chat between Jingli and the suffering disciple Jinghai.
There is a tacit understanding between master and disciple.
Seeing that the master's mood seemed to be getting better, Jingli grinned and said, "When he comes back, put him in a kenmo bag and beat him with a stick."
Ku Jue nodded and praised: "Good disciple!"
…
But it was said that in the old site of Kurongyuan, the sound of the Buddha's trumpet in Jiang Wang's ears became clearer and clearer.
But Chong Xuan Sheng and Shi Shi beside him heard nothing.
Jiang Wang's hand holding the sword gradually loosened his grip. He began to walk around in a confused and directionless manner, turning left and right now and then.
Chong Xuan Sheng and Shi Shi didn't know the situation, so they didn't dare to disturb them for a while, so they had to follow them closely.
This situation is extremely strange.
At this time, Jiang Wang only felt that something was calling him, calling him to get closer and explore, but he was just walking in the direction of the call.
But his consciousness is actually still very clear. He is thinking and is not aware of the movements of his body.
If he heard it correctly, the name of the Buddha was "Amitabha".
After Kujue of Xuankong Temple came to the door and forced himself to accept disciples, Jiang Wang also gained some knowledge of Buddhism in order to know himself and the enemy.
Of course he would not ignore such a prestigious position as "Amitabha".
According to the records of the Mahayana Sutra, in the long past, Amitabha Buddha established the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, which encompassed boundless sentient beings.
Most of the Buddhist disciples have practiced hard throughout their lives to enter the Land of Ultimate Bliss, to be reborn in the ultimate bliss, which shows how majestic the Buddha is.
The sound was clear, faint, and misty. When it reached my ears, it became louder and louder.
Like Hong Zhong Da Lu, it shocks the body and mind.
At this time, for some unknown reason, Jiang Yan also remained silent.
Jiang Wang walked among the ruins, but he was completely ignorant.
I don't know since when, he felt a faint disgust towards himself in his heart, feeling that he had committed many sins.
Killing evildoers bear the brunt.
The faces of those he had killed and those who died because of him turned before his eyes.
"We are brothers. Why...why can't you forgive me...once." It was Fang Pengju.
"You... all seem to hate me..." It was Hu Shaomeng.
"Everything has been decided, as promised. Jiang Wang! I'm here to kill you!" It was Xi Zichu.
…
"When the age of bones comes, I will treat you well." It was the Snake Bone Faced One.
"Whose tiger wants to take off the veteran's head!" It's Ji Cheng!
…
"That's it, thank you." It was Xu Fang.
…
There were also some vague figures, dangling in front of him, also in a trance.