Eighteen golden light pillars soared into the sky, surrounding the ancestor in red.
The ancestor in red was still struggling, and the wood spirit power in his body was almost exhausted. Suddenly, the Shaolin abbot pushed the Zen staff in his hand towards the ancestor in red. The staff quickly drew a straight line in the air.
, one end of the Zen staff has penetrated deeply into the body of the ancestor in red in the blink of an eye.
The red-clothed ancestor frowned, with a look of pain on his face. At this time, eighteen beams of light gathered towards the red-clothed ancestor in the center. When the eighteen beams of light fell on the red-clothed ancestor, they all
And Weiyi. The ancestor in red finally transformed into himself at this time and turned into a green vine.
After a moment, the golden light dissipated, and the abbot stepped slowly towards the green vine suspended in mid-air. He gently picked up the green vine with his right hand and sang in his mouth: "Amitabha, the donor has suffered for thousands of years because of one evil thought.
It’s a pity that all your cultivation has ended today! Just let the poor monk cross your path to the Brahma Realm in the West.”
The abbot said with compassionate eyes, and with a sway of his body, he was back under the fake bodhi tree again.
He carefully inserted the vine into the soil under the Bodhi tree, and a dark yellow bud slowly stretched out from the vine.
"That's it. Only when you are dedicated to doing good can you move forward!" The abbot muttered to himself in a low voice and closed his eyes again to meditate.
In the early morning of the next day, Xuanmu seemed to be escaping from a catastrophe. He woke up from his dream in horror, his forehead covered with sweat. When he sat up, he realized that he was actually sleeping in an ordinary Zen room.
Opening his eyes, which were suddenly enlarged a moment ago but now feeling a little groggy, Xuanmu checked himself. There was no missing flesh or stumps on his body, and it was surprisingly intact. This made Xuanmu very happy.
He slowly walked out of Shaolin and stood outside the gate of Shaolin Temple. He sighed inwardly. He wanted to thank the abbot and say goodbye, but he was very hesitant in his heart.
Master Yunlan told him that Buddhism and Taoism are fundamentally different. But he thought about it and finally ran towards the Bodhi Garden quickly.
"Pfft." Xuanmu knelt in front of the abbot, kowtowed deeply to the old abbot, and said sincerely with gratitude on his face: "Thank you, abbot, for saving my life. Although Xuanmu is a disciple of Kunlun, he is not as good as the abbot."
I will definitely repay you with a spring of kindness. I will live up to the abbot's kindness."
"Get up, you're here to say goodbye, right?" the abbot said softly, still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.
"Yes, Xuanmu still needs training and goes to Yangzhou. So I say goodbye to the abbot."
"Go ahead and come back to Shaolin as a guest when you return."
"Well, for sure." Xuanmu said gratefully and reluctantly said goodbye to the Shaolin Temple.
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In front of the Shaolin Temple, Xuanji looked at her in shock. It seemed that she treated Xuanmu who walked out leisurely as a prehistoric monster. For a person who had been sentenced to death and executed a few hours ago
, appeared in front of me again, anyone would have such an expression.
"Hey, Senior Sister Xuanji. Why are you here?" Xuanji did not speak, but Xuanmu asked in surprise first.
"Oh, I came to Shaolin to worship incense." Xuan Ji said with a somewhat uneasy look. Anyone could tell that what she said was a lie.
"Blessing incense, you are a disciple of Kunlun, what kind of incense should you offer to the Buddha?" Xuanmu asked again in surprise.
"Who stipulates that Taoist disciples cannot offer incense to the Buddha?" Xuanji was asked, her face looked a little ugly, and then she asked in a pretentious manner.
"No, no, no. Just go ahead and I won't disturb you." Xuanmu waved his hand. He had no intention of getting entangled with such an inexperienced but arrogant and ignorant girl. As he spoke, he strode towards her.
He walked towards the east direction.
"Junior brother, where are you going?"
"I'm going to Yangzhou City, do you want to go with me?" Xuanmu turned around and replied rather teasingly to Xuanji's question.
"You dare to walk out of the Shaolin Temple? Don't you know that the ancestor in red wants to kill you?" Xuan Ji was just a child. She couldn't hold back and finally asked the doubts in her heart.
"Ancestor in red." Hearing Xuan Ji's question, Xuanmu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is the ancestor in red?"
When Xuan Ji heard this, her upper and lower lips opened in astonishment and remained motionless for a long time. After a long while, she asked: "You don't know the ancestor in red?"
"Yeah, yeah." Xuanmu kept shaking his head, confused.
"You don't know the ancestor in red, so why does she want to kill you?"
"Yes! I am also very confused, why did she want to kill me?" Xuanji's question made Xuanmu faint. He was now in the clouds and mist, and he had no idea what he was talking about.
"You asked me how I knew. She said you killed two of her disciples, so you came to avenge them."
"What? Is it that yellow-faced woman?" Xuanmu yelled when he heard this.
"It's really rude..." Xuan Ji's eyes showed disdain.
"Hey..." Xuanmu returned the look with even more disdain and said, "What kind of manners are you talking to my little beggar? Are you sick?"
"Forget it, I won't let you care about it. You are a disciple of Kunlun and my junior brother. As a senior sister, I have to protect your safety. You should stay in Shaolin honestly to avoid any disadvantages in your travels.
Died violently."
"Did I die unexpectedly?" Xuanmu was saying, suddenly a hint of cleverness flashed in his eyes, and he asked with interest: "Senior sister, how did you know that the ancestor in red wanted to kill me?"
"I..." Xuanji was speechless for a moment. She was organizing her words, should she tell the truth or...
"Tell me the truth, was it you who was the unlucky guy last night?" Xuanmu asked with a smirk as he thought of what happened last night.
"What kind of unlucky guy? You are the real unlucky guy. Do you know? It was because I bumped into you that you were targeted by that yellow-faced woman, and she even said she wanted to take me on as her apprentice." Xuanji became furious when she mentioned this.
, the corners of his mouth turned up high.
"You agreed to be her apprentice? Congratulations, your master, the yellow-faced woman, has passed away. Hehe..."
"Can I, a high-ranking disciple of the fourth level of Kunlun Qi Refining Stage, condescend to be her disciple?" Xuan Ji looked at Xuan Mu with a look that looked like an idiot.
"Since when did Senior Sister Xuanji become so smart? Junior brother, congratulations to you again, it's because that yellow-faced woman is already dead."
"So much nonsense."
"Then I won't talk nonsense." Xuanmu said coldly, and walked towards the east again. He thought to himself: What nonsense should I talk to her? I'm asking for trouble. But that's right, if she hadn't appeared last night, I would have been there long ago.
I was destroyed by that yellow-faced woman. I still have to be grateful to her.
When Xuan Mu's heart reached this point, he stopped moving forward. He turned around and was about to thank Xuan Ji when he suddenly saw a familiar figure and asked in surprise: "Why did you come to Shaolin? Didn't you say you wanted to go back?