"Sit," approaching the room, Zu Tower still sat down in Malaysia, and reached out to signal Jona sitting opposite. Duan past, "he said frankly," Now, if you are willing to listen, I can tell you truthfully, "
"Of course," the astrological warlock nodded hard.
"How many years have you been," Ying Galan pressed the handle, and there was a nostalgic expression on his face. "Since entering the temple, I have retreated with Yekong with each other. Galan, ""
Holding Sword and Galan is the ancient title of the Buddhist temple guardian. According to "The Grand Dharani Mantra of the Seven Buddhas and Eight Bodhisattvas", there are eighteen people in Sanga Lan God: one Meiyin, two Sanskrits, and three heavenly drums. Four sighs, five sighs, six Miao Miao, seven thunder sounds, eight masters, nine wonderful sighs, ten Vatican, eleven famous sounds, twelve Buddha slaves, thirteen chants Germany, fourteen eyes, fifteen eyes, sixteen listening, 17 thorough views, eighteen views, and the Dajo Temple located outside the city of Moheja actually has 36 guardians. Temple Galan, each two Galan uses a name of Galan God. Most of these soldiers who practice the secrets of "Lang Guang" are orphans adopted by temples. They have received strict training since childhood.
At the same year of the twelve years of Zu Tower and Yekong, the monitor of the temple awarded them the name of the "Brahma". The two teenagers were officially ranked among the eighteen gama. Holding the sword of the sword, and the ancestral tower is the shadow Jialan responsible for assassination, penetration and ambush, Yekong walks in the sun every day, and Zu Tower acts at night without wind and moon, the two practice the same "玖 玖"Light" secrets, but one person is born with righteous golden red Buddha light, and the other has the cold blue dark fire.
There is no shortage of demons' harassment in the peaceful age. The two slowly grew up in the battle day after day. Suddenly, countless earth yellow pagan flags were erected in the east desert of the Buddha country. At the beginning, "I want to participate in the war," Ye Kong fell in front of Daxiong Temple, praying for the temple supervisor to lift his status of his sword, and the guerrillas were about to open up. The sword of the sword is trembling with the blood that desires the enemy to moisturize.
"I'm not allowed," the temple supervisor rejected his request coldly, "You are the" Brahma Sound ", how can you join the army with the sword -holding sword of the Dajo Temple, that is not tolerant of the Dharma,"
"If I do n’t participate in the war, you do n’t participate in the war. He does not participate in the war, the blood will flow, the temple will collapse, and the Buddha will destroy it." Ye Kong raised his head, and the slender gray eyes burned the impulse of bloodthirsty.
"The impermanence of all walks is the law of life and death; the death of life and death, the death of silence is joy," the temple supervisor answered expressionlessly. "Everything in the world can live in the world The world can get the truth of silence, do you understand, "
"I, I don't understand ..." Ye Kong's red hair trembled like a flame.
At this time, a thin figure appeared on the steps of the hall, describing the withered Gao Wuzhang to look down at the red hair under the turbid eyes, and there have been countless amazing martial arts geniuses that have emerged in the temple for seven hundred years. But no one has the exquisite nature such as Yekong. At the age of fifteen, he learned the most powerful secret "Samadhi Yaya San Hua" in the first chapter of "Ji Guang". ,,,, the realm that can only be touched after the age of thirty at the age of 30. Although the shadow ancestral tower behind him is also a rare talented soldier. In the growing age, the light on Ying Galan has been completely covered by the empty empty, and it really becomes a shadow hidden in the dark. At this time, Zuta is standing behind the columns of the partial hall, looking at the middle of the square in the center of the square. man.
"Master..." Jekong buried his head lower.
"Hey... go ahead," Venerable Gaowuzhe said.
"What," the temple supervisor opened his mouth in disbelief, "Sir, what did you say?"
"That's his practice," the old monk pointed gently at the sword-holding Jialan at the bottom of the twenty-eight steps. "Being born in the world and entering the world are all Zen. Even the master of the state, Kshayri, said goodbye to the emperor and joined the guerrilla group. You What are you still struggling with?"
The temple supervisor trembled: "Master Ksali Jingsheng is a sutra debate practitioner and has no fighting ability. Wouldn't it be wrong to participate in the war..."
Venerable Gaowuzhe slowly walked down the steps, came to Yekong's side, and lifted the sword-holding Jialan with one finger. "Go," he repeated, "leave now, don't let them wait, it's early." It doesn’t matter whether you have classes or evening classes, just remember to eat on time and don’t damage your body,”
"Master," Jekong's knees were lifted far away from the ground, but golden-red flames ignited on his body, and his knees slammed into the blue bricks, "I'm leaving," after kneeling down for the last time. Ceremony, Jialan, who abandoned the name of "Fanxiang", slowly stood up and flew like an arrow towards the main entrance of the Great Prajna Temple.
The temple supervisor murmured: "What you do is extraordinary, which means that the Dharma rises and falls; if you are alive, you will die, and this destruction is happiness..."
"Hey, you haven't realized it, and he hasn't realized it either," Venerable Gao Wuzhe twitched the corners of his mouth to reveal a faint smile, and disappeared into the hall.
"Jonah,"
"Um,"
Zuta suddenly interrupted his narration, fumbled out a furry thing from his arms and handed it over. The astrologer took the little mouse with red pupils, white hair and a long tail without understanding, and then suddenly realized: "This is Punjab." animal spirit,"
"Yes, you can see what happens next. That was the last time I saw Ye Kong, but the two of us are each other's sword-wielding garlands, no matter how far apart we are, we will continue to be bound by fate. You Look," at this point, Zuta rolled up his sleeves, and a bright red wound with rolled flesh appeared on his arm. The scar was fresh and deep, but no blood flowed out. "The injury I received will appear on Ye Kong, and he The attacks I suffered will also be reflected on me. I don’t know where he is now, but the scars on his body prove that he is still alive. Ye Kong is fighting for something somewhere. This kind of pain makes me feel very sad. Don't worry," before he finished speaking, another stab wound suddenly appeared on his arm. Ying Jialan's brows furrowed slightly, but his expression gradually relaxed.
Holding the little white mouse, Jonah thought for a while and said: "In other words, there is a symbiosis contract between you, right? You actually share the life force, just like me and the monster,"
"That's right, one day more than a month ago, this guy overdrawn his life force like crazy and almost used up all my power. He must have encountered a strong enemy," Zuta said, stood up and walked out of the house. He walked over and said, "I have used the secret text to activate the playback function of the Punjabi beast spirit. Just press your forehead and you can see the scene it records. We are outside, that's it."
The tall red-haired warrior walked out of the house with rumbling footsteps, and the door slammed shut.
The 17-year-old boy took a deep breath and placed the white mouse flat on his forehead. "Ah," he screamed in pain. The animal soul trapped in the small plush stuffing began to release energy, like ten pounds of iron. The hammer hit the back of his head hard, and Jonah felt a familiar sharp pain, followed by dizziness. The bed under him turned into a thick and cold quagmire, dragging him into the darkness without light. .
I don’t know how long it took, but my five senses gradually recovered. The ethereal smell of sandalwood reached my nose. The air was scorching. The bright red sun hung high in the sky. Under my feet was the blue stone of the Great Prajna Temple. Jonah found that he was talking to his ancestors. Observing the world from the perspective of the tower, Ying Jialan's tall body and sharp eyesight made him very uncomfortable, like a hesitant dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant.
The long sword was slowly being unsheathed, "Clang," the bright blade lay across the sunlight. He was standing in the center of the square, surrounded by row upon row of majestic buildings. It turned out that this was the true appearance of the Great Prajna Temple before its destruction. , the ivory white pagoda is hidden among the many pavilions, the golden glazed tiles are shining, the cornices are carved with exquisite monsters, even the steps are made of white jade, the wind chimes jingle, pigeons fly far in the blue sky, and the sky is covered with clouds. At the end of the countless buildings stands a tall tower that reaches into the clouds. Thirty-six floors of exquisite reliefs hold up the ancient bronze bell. The east wind blows the cables, and the thick bell-ringing wood gently sways, playing a buzzing sound on the surface of the big clock. Whisper.
"Jekong, you can't leave," the tip of his knife dropped to the ground, and the clanging sound was sharper than a long knife.
"Zuta, I'm sorry," the red-haired sword-wielding Jialan stood opposite, his tall and thin figure lowered his head, "I understand that I am a traitor to Prajna Temple, please forgive me, this is a war,,, you Do you know what war is?"
Ying Jialan said solemnly: "You are wrong. Your body, mind, blood, and flesh all belong to the Great Prajna Temple. Your present life, next life, and hundreds of thousands of reincarnations are all arranged by cause and effect. No matter how the situation changes, you must We advance and retreat together with the Mahaprajna Temple, we were born in this place and we died in this place.”
Ye Kong raised his head, revealing gray eyes without joy or sadness under his messy red hair: "You were wrong this time. My brother, is your way to protect this cold temple?" He lightly stamped his foot, The blue stone cracked open with cracks like spider webs, "This is a dead thing, Zuta, the most important thing is to survive,"
"You are trampling on Jialan's name, trampling on the prestige of 'Fan Xiang', Jekong," the ancestral tower began to burn with blue karma fire.
"Sorry, let's stop here. After I leave, maybe you can walk out into the sunshine and let go of your cold obsession. Look, the sunshine is so warm." Ye Kong slowly pulled out the long knife, raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at sun.
"You don't know what the outside world is like, Jekong, we have grown up here since childhood. This is our home, our stage, our world," Zuta slowly raised the tip of his knife.
"Fight, my brother," Ye Kong suddenly dwarfed and accelerated, coming with the sound of a clear sword.