Wansong Temple.

The pine waves rise and fall outside the temple, and the sound of chanting scriptures in the temple is low and solemn.

In the mourning hall, white banners shaking, incense candles burning, and green smoke curling. Wuneng and the corpses of the monks were placed side by side, covered with white cloth. Dozens of monks knelt on the cushions, tapped the magic weapon, and recited the mantra of rebirth.

The surrounding Bodhisattvas were watching, the Arhat stood upright, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Wuneng is respected in Buddhism and is famous in the world. Now he has passed away unexpectedly. Buddhist believers and heroes come to pay their respects to the world.

The little monk Shenkong knelt in front of Wuneng, staring blankly at the outline of the human body under the white cloth, his eyes were empty, he was not sad or sarcastic, as if he had lost his soul. He was an abandoned child and grew up in Wuxiang Temple.

He regards Buddhist temples as his home and monks as his close relatives. Because of his high understanding and knowledge of various Buddhist scriptures, he is highly favored when he is sensible. Even if he occasionally acts naughty, his elders cannot bear to blame him and are carefree.

Growing up in the middle.

But this time, Master Wuneng and his senior brothers suddenly died!

When I saw the zombie and cold corpse with my own eyes, the frozen expression of fear, and the black bloodstains, the simple world of Shen Kong collapsed.

The Buddha said that only by abandoning one's skin, transcending the six realms of reincarnation, understanding one's mind and seeing one's nature, cutting off one's own troubles and karma can one achieve Bodhi. Even so, when facing the test of life and death, how many eminent monks and masters can stand still.

Like a mountain?

It is easy to know everything and it is difficult to do.

Shen Kong is just a teenager in his teenage years. He has a lot of knowledge, does not recognize the sorrows of the world, does not understand the difficulties of life, does not know the separation of love, hate and separation, and suddenly encounters this change, and is at a loss, and forgets all the essentials of all Buddhist scriptures.

He could not hear the outside world's voices, nor could he see other colors, and he was full of hope that enlightenment would wait for people to stand up again, and he was as vibrant as before.

The mourning people came and went, and the monks chanting had changed two rounds, and the sky gradually became dim. When the lights were on, the shadows swayed, and the bodies covered by white cloth remained motionless.

Shen Kong finally realized that the deceased was irreversible. Death means separation from the world. Whether one can be reborn in a cycle is unknown. It is still unknown whether he can be reborn in a cycle of reincarnation. It is so difficult for ordinary people to take a boat to reach the other side! If you want to save others, you must first save yourself. If you are like a bubble, you can

Fragile, like duckweed without roots, how can we talk about promoting Buddhism?

Hiss! Two tears fell to the ground and disappeared in an instant.

Shenkong fell cross-legged and his hands formed seals: "... Therefore, there is no color in the air, no feeling, thinking, action, consciousness, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, no color, sound, smell, taste, touch, law, no eye world, even the unconscious world, no ignorance and no non-noness

There is no age or death, no age or death, no suffering, no accumulation, no path of suffering, no wisdom or gain. Because there is nothing to gain, Bodhisattva. Because of Prajna Paramita, there is no worries in the mind; because there is no worries, there is no fear.

, stay away from inverted dreams, and ultimately Nirvana..."

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The stream flows in the barren mountains and dense forests.

Meng Hu washed away the blood on his hands, stretched out a fat hare with a wooden stick, tied it up, put it on the fire to grill it, and then gently slap the green smoke with banana leaves.

Sheng Shifeng sat under the tree to regulate his breathing and recuperate. His face was pale and his breathing was deep and long. His chest, shoulders, and arms were wrapped in bandages, and his blood was shining. He was obviously seriously injured. Yesterday, he fought with Jiang Lie and inspired every point

Potentially, successfully crossed the threshold of the innate realm, but the realm has not yet been stable, and it is also the weakest time.

The rabbit meat is roasted, with fragrance everywhere and grease.

Meng Hu raised the barbecue, walked gently to the shade of the tree, and whispered: "Palm, it's time to eat."

Sheng Shifeng slowly opened his eyes, his divine light was as clear as water, deep and bottomless. He reached out and teared one of his hind legs and said in a deep voice: "Is there anyone with unknown identity in the forest?"

Meng Hu said: "No."

Sheng Shifeng said: "I fought with Jiang Lie in the rain, and brought the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into my body to break the shackles, realized the sword path, survived in death, and finally entered the innate realm. Do you think you will gain something after seeing?"

Meng Hu's face was excited and said with a heavy emphasis: "Disciple has realized it, but it still takes time to digest it." He watched the two masters compete at the close range and was able to peek into the scenery behind the door. It was once a lifetime ago.

Great fortune. Especially since he belongs to the Duxiu Peak lineage, he witnessed with his own eyes how Sheng Shifeng broke through from acquired to innate realm. He was also deeply inspired and had a very clear understanding and judgment of the future promotion path.

Sheng Shifeng smiled and said, "I want to recuperate here for a few days, so I will avoid the limelight for a while. You first explore and practice yourself, and if there is something you can't understand thoroughly, you will boldly raise it. Xiaohu, you must be successful and not always look at others' glory.

Light, my son from Duxiu Peak is going to stir up the storm!”

Meng Hu's chest was hot and he clenched his fists and said, "A man will stand tall for the world for the rest of his life! I, Meng Hu, vowed to become famous all over the world and be the dominant ruler in troubled times!"

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The rain comes after the sky is clear, and the sky is clear and cloudless.

The sound of hooves shook, and dozens of elite cavalry entered the Cao family. The leader was Zhao Yanrong, the princess of the Song Dynasty, and beside her were Ye Huayu, Tuoba Jian, Qiao Hui, Yin Lianlian and others. Everyone looked grim and their eyes revealed

A little worried and anger.

Cao Jiaji was blocked by the imperial guards for a long time, and there were no corpses or broken weapons. There were faint blood on the street.

Zhao Yanrong and others looked around, imagined the fierce battle in the rain, and sighed. Fu Jingtao attacked the crowd with few people, and it was not easy to escape. After all, the monk Wuneng ambushed him at that time!

Zhao Yanrong said angrily: "In order to please Li, Wuxiang Temple, even wants to be shameless! If one day our Song Dynasty imperial guards kill the river, they will set fire to the temple and razed it to the ground."

Qiao Hui sneered: "They just steal chickens but lose rice!" The news that Wuneng and others were killed by the mysterious man had spread, and they could be considered a vent of anger.

Ye Huayu frowned and said, "The third brother is now speechless, so I don't know where he has been hiding? I hope he has not been injured by Wuneng and has the power to protect himself."

Yin Lianlian said, "If the young master is injured, how can he escape the devil's claws of Wuneng?"

Ye Huayu calmed down a little, and then a sharp murderous intent rose. He held the hilt of the sword and said lightly: "This fact is the commander of the Southern Tang family behind the scenes! Since they do not talk about the morality of the world, we don't have to abide by the rules. My Xuanyuan Gate

The sword can kill people!”

Zhao Yanrong gritted his teeth and whispered: "Junior Brother Ye, the relationship between the Southern Tang and the Song Dynasty is subtle. Don't impulsively assassinate the disciples of the Southern Tang family."

Ye Huayu said coldly: "According to the princess's wishes, we will fight back and scold us?"

Zhao Yanrong sighed, "You might as well tell you that the Southern Tang Dynasty has officially proposed peace talks to our Song Dynasty, hoping that the Zhao and Li families will marry each other and turn war into jade and silk."

"What?!" Everyone looked in shock.

Zhao Yanrong said: "Why are you looking at me? It's Li Bixia, the princess of Southern Tang, who wants to marry into the Song Dynasty, and betrothed to my nephew Dezhao as his wife. It's not that I want to marry far away from Jiangnan. The marriage is very important here, I'm two

I have to think carefully and have not made a decision yet. In order to avoid misunderstandings, it is not advisable to have conflicts with the Southern Tang family at this time."
Chapter completed!