Don't ask for victory or defeat outside the temple, the dust has settled. When the monks who stayed in the temple staggered out of the temple, they had no extra strength. They reluctantly raised their dull eyes and looked around. Many elderly monks looked ashen.

, among them there are several old monks who have been reciting sutras in Buqiu Temple for decades. Even if their minds are strong, they still cannot bear the dilapidation and mess in front of them. They fall straight down after taking a few steps out of the temple, with the remaining marks on their foreheads.

A large blood-red flower was knocked out on the stone steps. Other monks hurriedly stepped forward to help them, pressing their lips and stroking their eyebrows. After a long time, they took a few breaths with difficulty and looked at the broken mountains and rivers around them, the broken mountains flattened by sword energy, and the evaporated lake.

Lake, it is clear that in the spring of next year, the lush scenery will be seen here again, but now it has become a ghost in the stream.

Most of the monks have stayed in Buqiu Temple for a very long time, and because they live in seclusion, they rarely go out to travel around the world. Compared with their former residence in the secular world, this Buqiu Temple has a heavier weight in their hearts. Seeing this

Most of the scenes are of people with lowered eyebrows and a sad look, silently reciting the Buddha's name.

The three leaders supported the abbot of Buqiu Temple, but Zheshi helped Zen Master Fukong, who also had little energy left. When he staggered to the outside of the temple with difficulty, snow was still falling from the sky, still gently and endlessly, but he looked at each other.

Compared with a month ago, I looked back at the mountain where the Buqiu Temple is located. I saw that there was only one Buddhist scripture building and Buddhist hall left. As for the other main halls and landscapes, they were dilapidated, messy and miserable.

"Zheshi, after I left this time, I entrusted it to you without asking for help from the temple. I already knew that you were born with deep wisdom and were practicing Buddhism. Compared to your senior brothers, you are particularly different. Unfortunately, your master is also practicing ordinary Buddhism.

You don’t have such good eyesight, nor do you have such brilliant and unique insights. In hindsight, only the path you chose can best reveal the true nature. If you don’t ask for the temple to lead you, the cost will probably be greater than that of

I'm much taller." The abbot of Buqiu Temple looked particularly thin in the bleak north wind that came from the north. He was originally not very tall, but now he was as skinny as an old monk who was dying. He was actually

Zen Master Bukong looked even older. He pushed away the support of the other three disciples and walked slowly in two steps to Zhe Shi. His expression and tone were still ordinary.

Both Zhe Shi and the rest of the monks knew that the abbot of Buqiu Temple was closely involved with the Wujue Taoist holding the branch. Most of the Buddhist patterns set up in the previous temple and the invitation to the Taoist to go up the mountain were done by the abbot alone, and Mo

To say that there is a plan, there is always one move missing in the end game. Even if the situation is ups and downs, now it can be said that the dust has settled and the truth has been revealed. Wu Shuang took all the responsibility for the layout of Buqiu Temple and only raised his natal flying sword.

He was evenly matched with Taoist Jianwangshan among the Five Ultimate Skills, and was not weak at all. He almost single-handedly withstood the killing trap set by Buqiu Temple. Whether it was the Buddhist patterns in the temple or the mountain guarding formation, Wu Shuang destroyed them all.

The later Taoist in green only saved the Taoist from Jianwang Mountain, but was finally stopped by a master in black robes who came on cicadas. Even though Wu Shuang's life was in danger, this was like taking grain from the fire and destroying the entire temple.

In all competitions, Wu Shuang won miserably.

The abbot of Buqiu Temple has never stepped into the Five Realms, but seeing how transparent and clear the world is, he already knew that when the two swordsmen were in a stalemate in the Five Realms for more than a month, 90% of their previous calculations had been lost.

10%, but it dispersed instantly when the black-robed Poison Lord stepped on the cicada, and ended up in such a doomed situation. Although there are countless ways to escape, it is just the abbot of the temple who brought the blame on himself. He cannot blame others, and it is even more difficult.

Cleanse your bad karma and get out of it.

"The seven wonders of Buddhism have rarely been gathered together since ancient times. Moreover, due to the frequent wars in recent times, monks have secluded themselves from the world. Although wooden clams have many wonderful uses, they cannot be used to protect the safety of a temple.

If you want to escape without a perfect egg, escaping from the human world is not the best choice." Zen Master Fukong sighed, took out the small and exquisite clam from his arms, and held it in the palm of his hand, "The abbot's lifelong Taoism is not as good as a treasure.

, I still think the former is more serious. What's more, if Buddhism doesn't open its temple doors to protect the people when the war is everywhere, how can we get the great freedom that is praised in the world to this day? The abbot's Buddhist teachings are unparalleled in the world, why bother to seek

This misguided path has come to an end." The abbot of Buqiu Temple, whose face was as pale as snow, lowered his eyebrows and stared blankly at the dull clam, finally smiling in relief.

It is said that Zen Master Fu Kong of Zhongtai Ancient Temple does not practice Buddhism. He has always been an abbot with a rather weird temperament in Buddhism. However, in a few words, it seems that his cultivation is not necessarily low. He must have figured out the crux of the matter. Buddhism is very clear.

Xiu, not to mention that he has lived in seclusion for many years. Even though he originally had the idea of ​​​​benevolence and compassion for the world, he has traveled farther and farther away from the human world. He has rarely even entered the world. How can he stand here in the human world with two feet? Most of the thoughts that arise from everything he encounters are to be kind to himself.

, in a corner of peace, how can I be willing to help people cross the world, and even I, the abbot, have followed the Tao for no reason, so I have been living for a long time, and the knot in my heart has never been resolved, so that later I tried to avoid the troubled times by relying on the Seven Wonders of Buddhism, and did not seek to protect the temple.

, so he did not hesitate to set up such a dilemma. If Wu Shuang had not broken this situation, I am afraid that the trip would have been completed by now.

So when he looked towards Zheshi again, the abbot of Fuqiu Temple looked much more free and easy. He stretched out two fingers to point at the center of Zheshi's eyebrows, and then countless rays of golden light leaped out from under the Buddhist hall of Fuqiu Temple, like cicada wings flying over leaves, and then turned into boundless

Boundless extremely thin golden threads are wrapped around the body, suspended in mid-air and connected to form thousands of scriptures. Follow the two skinny fingers of the abbot of the Buqiu Temple, and pour into the center of Zheshi's eyebrows. Although Zheshi has some avoidance, the abbot of the Buqiu Temple can't do it.

The two fingers were always firmly pressed between his eyebrows, and he smiled happily and said, "As a teacher, I never want to do whatever I want. This time, I have a lot in common."

It’s a matter of course, and what’s the harm in being willful?”

Since taking over the position of abbot of Buqiu Temple, this abbot who is extremely skilled in Buddhism has spent decades studying and comprehending the power of aspiration accumulated in the temple for countless years. If he can turn it into his own use, he can add a lot of power in troubled times.

There are many ways to find a way to settle down, but things often backfire. After decades of hard thinking and testing, I still get nothing. I can only get the meager power of my wish. But now that I have clear thoughts, I can simply put two fingers between Zheshi's eyebrows and send thousands of people away.

The Buddha's inscriptions are all poured into it, and the spiritual platform that covers the world's eyebrows allows the power of thousands of Buddhist inscriptions to be poured into it, and they are all carried down together. The power of the vows is like the sea, and the golden light is like waves.

There was such a movement that even the Poison Lord who stopped in the mountains turned around and looked quietly at the Buddhist temple in the distance, with brilliance flowing in his eyes.

I once accidentally saw it in a book of scriptures. The predecessor of Buqiu Temple was a large temple. At its peak, there were people who could become enlightened from generation to generation, and the accumulated vows of all living beings were refined by several generations of abbots with their magical powers, totaling one million words.

, call the Luohan Sutra Collection, if the abbots of the past generations get its true meaning, they can nominate it in the ancient cave outside the mountain of Buqiu Temple. With the power of this vow, they can sit with Baji and discuss the Tao, which is no less than that of the wooden tree that even the Poison Lord himself is quite afraid of.

Tridacna.

Sitting firmly in the river, I died of thirst.

After the scene of a stick of incense, all the golden light of the Buddhist scriptures in the sky disappeared, and all fell on the eyebrows of the world. The golden spring that was originally like a spring on the ground dispersed, and there was only an abbot who was standing outside the temple with a skinny body and missing his right arm. He saw the eyebrows of the world.

The brilliance gathered, and he sat down cross-legged with peace of mind, placing one hand in front of the shattered Dantian, but he still smiled softly at Zen Master Fu Kong who raised his eyebrows.

"I don't ask for the temple's heritage, nor is it inferior to your Zhongtai ancient temple. Unfortunately, greed is always uncontrollable. Even people from outside the country are still unavoidable, right? No one in the ordinary world thinks that his money is too much to be exhausted.

No one here thinks that there are endless ways to learn from them, and even the poor monk himself doesn’t think this plan is wrong. Fortunately, at this juncture, he still donated all the Luohan Sutras in Buqiu Temple to the world, saving him a lot of hard work.

Kung Fu.”

The other three heads and Zen Master Fu Kong all saw that the golden meridians that were like silk threads sank into the two fingers of the abbot of Buqiu Temple, and then disappeared all over the body's meridians, just like the snow disappeared in spring, and now the whole body is lifeless, with only the last remaining

If you hang your life in one breath, you are destined to die.

The abbot, who had protected Buqiu Temple from wind and rain for decades, died calmly outside the Buddhist hall, with the wind and snow on his body, skinny and embarrassed, but with a smile on his face.

It's unlikely that a poor monk can burn a few relics, but if you don't go back to the temple, there is nothing to worry about. The trip to Chongquan is very difficult and dangerous, so why be afraid.

There are no poems or mottos in the world, nor are the Dharma names left on the stone wall of the ancient cave outside Buqiu Temple. Come in pure, and leave in pure.

One day later, a man in black robe came to an inn a hundred miles away from Buqiu Temple. There was a man in Tsing Yi lying in the car tent. When the waiter was chatting with the innkeeper, he said categorically that the man in Tsing Yi was...

He must be a very powerful swordsman. Although the business here is not very good, there is always a shortage of people in the world. No one can wear a sword as powerful as this man in green. The sword of the man in green looks so powerful. It must be worth dozens or hundreds of taels of silver at least.

As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper laughed for a while, saying that you don't know how much a hundred taels of silver are. If you sell this inn for a big price, you may not be able to get a hundred taels. A mere sword can be worth hundreds of taels.

, I’m afraid the waiter is poisoned by the cold rice he ate the night before and is just talking nonsense.

The man in black robe didn't go out often, but he and the waiter asked for a porcelain pot for boiling medicine. They boiled medicine in the backyard of the inn every day. The medicine used was something the waiter had never seen before, and it wasn't cheap at all.

But the one who wears black robe all day long doesn't feel distressed at all. It's the same every day. He boils two jars of water into a bowl of soup, and then fills the cup for the man in green.

The swordsman was subdued and spent most of the rest of the time standing in front of the window, his eyes always falling on the face of the swordsman in green. He only slightly averted his eyes whenever the waiter came to deliver food.

Three or five days later, in this desolate place, the man in black robe received a letter. He opened it, looked at it, and thought about it for a long time. Only then did he realize that it was the disciple in the mountain gate complaining about it. He had written it eloquently for several pages, but he could only pick out a few sentences.

Looking carefully, it is said that if the master encounters Wu Jue, he must not do whatever he wants. It would be a small matter to ignore his disciples. If Wu Jue takes care of him, the whole gate of the mountain may be in danger.

The swordsman in green coughed twice, but he still didn't wake up. It was obvious that he was seriously injured in the battle, and he had not been properly warmed up yet. It was rare for him to sleep peacefully for a while, but he turned his body and turned his back to the man in black robe.

The man in black robe twisted his fingers, and the silver light enveloped the swordsman in green. He turned the man over again and faced the man in black robe. His eyes looked much better now. He leaned against the back of the chair and slept peacefully.

go.
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