"Why so."
All the golden patterns in the temple were destroyed, but the abbot of Buqiu Temple standing outside the main hall still looked as calm as before. He raised one palm and chanted a Buddhist chant softly. He no longer looked at the swordsman in his hand, but looked far away. It was Zen Master Fu Kong who had a somewhat emotional expression, and his eyes were very pure.
"This Buddha pattern was originally one of the rare phenomena in Buqiu Temple. It has rarely been seen in the past ten years. According to the scriptures, it must be someone who has a deep connection with Buddha. I was lucky enough to see that the donor had probably never gone deep into a Buddhist temple, but he had Buddhist aura, and it was probably because of this that he caused the Buddhist patterns to appear. Now, using swords and weapons in the main hall to express anger is a bit of a bad rule, and it really shouldn't be done. In terms of seniority and age, the poor monk should call you senior brother, but the reason for coming here is to make our Buddhism prosperous in the future, to avoid the world's great disasters, and to pass on the fire from generation to generation. Now it seems that Zen Master Fu Kong has always been loyal to Fu Qiu Temple. A little bit biased.”
"Since the abbot is willing to call me Brother Poor Monk, it will be easy for you and me to sort things out." Zen Master Fukong answered the words and was not in a hurry to argue with the abbot in front of him. He turned to look at the three heads of the Buqiu Temple, " This old friend, Lao Na, had been depressed for a long time on a mountain. In his early years, he had been causing trouble everywhere and ended up in this situation. However, after all, nature is easy to change and hard to change. This time, he became angry again. With the Buddhist patterns in that temple, I am afraid he cannot control it. , knowing that there are a lot of cultivators in Wuqi Temple, and their realms are even more advanced, you might as well lend a helping hand temporarily, at least while I am sitting down with your master, don't let that person have murderous intentions."
Then the old monk looked around, picked a stone platform that was higher than the entire Buqiu Temple, jumped up, and then sat down cross-legged, completely ignoring Wu Shuang who was holding a sword in the main hall, and the abbot of Buqiu Temple. I am willing to follow and sit cross-legged on the stone platform with my eyes closed.
In the main hall, Wu Shuang raised his hand to hold Qingshuang in mid-air. He did not attack the monks sitting cross-legged around him, but looked around at the entire Buddhist hall. He saw golden light, heavy sandalwood incense, and a golden scroll. It hangs down from place to place, and flutters in the wind after the door is opened, making it very dazzling.
I remember that when I had not yet entered the Buddhist monastery, I could often see Buddhist temples like these with gold ribbons hanging in the north of Yizhang. When I was a child, I was curious about the incense ashes from the incense burner in the temple courtyard. I even stuck my toes into the incense ashes and almost got burned. He was wearing shoes that were so hot that he jumped up and down. He would inevitably be scolded by his parents, but he had never been beaten. After all, he was the only son of the Wu family. It was natural for him to be pampered, not to mention that in In the northern part of Yizhang, his family is considered to be among the richest, so to this day, Wu Shuang feels that he is very late in enlightenment. Even until the time when he entered the martial arts world, compared with his peers who are already very thoughtful, except for being reckless and heroic, he can Reluctantly put it aside from yourself, without any care at all.
After such a rare moment of confusion, three more people appeared behind the swordsman. The boundless Buddhist patterns and the sound of chanting sutras seemed to have only stopped slightly for a while, then surged forward again.
Others would be somewhat taboo in the Buddhist hall. Even the Taoist from Wujue, whom he often fought against in the early years, respected Buddhism. Wu Shuang looked down upon him, probably because he felt that he was clearly a swordsman, so he had to Holding a cut branch to show off, it looks like a master, but the way of swordsmanship is really a little off-beat. If you don't have the talent on the path of practice, you will probably die many times without even entering the world. One head is not enough.
"Of course I'll let the old monk talk to you. I'm good at fighting, but I'm afraid it's hard to have fun today. The broken lines and the sound of chanting can disturb people's interest. It's better to go faster. You three are Come forward one by one, or together?"
Wu Shuang turned around and grinned, picked up Qing Shuang loosely, and looked at the three leaders in front of him.
Dealing with people from the Buddhist sect is very tiring, but there may be a different feeling when dealing with them. Since I followed Zen Master Bu Kong into such a situation, whether it is to build momentum or to support the scene, I am already standing here, so An Xin drew his sword. He happened to have heard that the power of Buddhist pure vows has always been wonderful. In such a free time, it cannot be said to be a bad thing. Even Wu Shuang felt a little regretful. If he had known this, The old monk really shouldn't have come to the door with a Buddhist treasure, and he really shouldn't have just come with a handle of green frost.
Buqiu Temple is still the same Buqiu Temple that rests on an unknown mountain peak. However, the twilight light that appeared for a while has dissipated. It seems that the sun and lead clouds have owed some debts on credit, and now they have returned them. At that time of year, the sky was filled with more leaden clouds than usual, and a temple was hidden by the flying snow, making it almost invisible.
At this time, on the long steps outside the temple gate, a monk with a shaky face took off his bamboo hat with trembling hands, stood up unsteadily, and walked slowly back to the temple with his shoulders hunched. He may have not moved for a long time, and his muscles and bones were very stiff. After stumbling and stumbling to the front of the main hall, I saw that the monks who were supposed to take a break were still sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting sutras in unison. There was no one else but the three chiefs and the abbot were missing.
The enlightenment came very suddenly. I only exchanged a few words with the young monk who was clearing the snow. After thinking about a few things, I couldn't stop enlightenment and enter concentration. I only had time to cross my legs. Enlightening the Tao is not exclusive to Buddhism. There are only so many religions in the world. Even those small sects that fall outside the five religions also have many people who are able to enter samadhi and realize the Tao. However, most of them are practitioners who can temporarily rely on the flow of inner energy without eating or drinking. , until the spiritual light has gone away, and you can use this spiritual light to clarify the doubts and ambiguities, you can slowly return to normal. Although the body is unavoidable, the advantage is that you can understand your thoughts freely, and you can find large and small paths that are difficult to imagine on ordinary days. , and make arguments by analogy. Historically, only the so-called Taoist monks with extremely high levels of cultivation can achieve this. Therefore, although Zhe Shi was exhausted, he was still happy. However, after seeing the futon where the abbot of Buqiu Temple used to sit cross-legged, most of this joy disappeared. He then thought about going to the back temple, but met Feng Chen in front of the temple. Servant Taoist.
Buqiu Temple has always been a secluded place. Not to mention that this place is located in the northern part of the Yuan Dynasty. Even if ordinary people come here, they still cannot find the way to enter the temple. It is protected by a large mountain guard formation, so they are not allowed to enter or exit at will. But the person who came here today is still a Taoist.
"I dare to ask Master, have you seen a swordsman come to your door recently?" The Taoist was easy-going, holding the branch across his chest, respectfully saluting and asking, and he was afraid that the somewhat frail monk would not hear clearly, so he hurriedly asked He told me about his stature and appearance, and that he probably carried two swords. He heard the clouds and mountains shrouding the world, and shook his head frequently. He said that the temple was a secluded place, and there would be no outsiders coming. Instead, he asked how the Taoist lived. Mountain array.
"Destroyed by someone's sword, when the poor Taoist came, there was nothing to block him. He only had to take a step to come. It was probably a good thing that the swordsman in my mouth did." Seeing that Zheshi was always unsteady, he was afraid that something might happen. By mistake, the Taoist took out a few wrapped green balls from his arms and handed them to Zhe Shi's hand. Then he looked aimlessly at the entire Buddhist temple and walked into the main hall to look around for a while. He didn't notice anything unusual. , frowned and walked out the door, watching Zhe Shi slowly swallow the few cold green balls without suspicion and touch his head.
In the early years, I had some friendship with the abbot of this temple. This time, the abbot of the temple was so kind that I couldn't refuse the invitation, but the most important thing was the old monk's promise. The Taoist has been sitting in Jianwang Mountain for many years, but for some reason it is still difficult to get rid of the last few purple qi from the body. However, the Taoist has always had a very high vision and has never thought that the person on Nangong Mountain is him. The opponent, after all, still underestimated the sword that contained the foundation of the five realms. It took several years to remove most of it. Now only a few sword energies intertwined with purple energy are still left. In the meridians, no matter how hard the force is, it is as stable as a mountain. Now that I heard that there is a rare opportunity to solve the thorn in my heart, I came to attend the appointment.
There is no talented person among the five realms, so the Taoist has been thinking about the solution from beginning to end, which is to use Wu Shuang's discarded five-level Taoist foundation for his own use. Unfortunately, he is always half a step away and has to come here. Looking for an opportunity, he noticed the movement of Wu Shuang's flying sword breaking through the formation hundreds of miles away. When he arrived, except for the monks in the temple, not to mention Wu Shuang, there was no trace of the abbot, which naturally made the Taoist I was a little confused, and after knowing the cause and effect, I also knew that I couldn't blame the monk in front of me, so I planned to walk to the main hall and ask the monk for a few words.
The Taoist recited a few words about how cold the ghost sky was, and when he was about to take a step forward, there was a sudden sound of thousands of porcelain bottles exploding in the air, and then there were cracks in the air.
There is a temple of non-seeking on earth, and there is also a temple of non-seeking in the sky.
Countless earth, stone, bricks and tiles, together with the eaves of the main hall and the stone lions and copper furnaces, fell down one after another. The sound shook hundreds of miles, but they fell silently and disappeared suddenly. When the Buqiu Temple suddenly collapsed in the air, there was a sword light rising, catching people's eyes. .
It has been many years since the Taoist went out of the mountains, and it has been many years since he has seen such a domineering and straight sword energy across the sky. It was just a sword energy that destroyed a large temple, and the sword energy did not know how wide or narrow it was.
It only took an hour or two for the green frost to destroy two formations one after another. One was the formation protecting the mountain of Buqiu Temple, and the other was an empty formation except for the three heads and the abbot.
The swordsman holding Qingshuang stood on the head of half a stone lion. With one hand, he picked up Sui Nian, who was wearing moon-white monk robes. He was so frightened that he almost fainted. He landed lightly in the courtyard of Zhenbuqiu Temple and patted his hands. In the dust, as if there was no one around, he stepped down from the damaged stone lion that was gradually disappearing. He looked up at the three leaders who were bleeding from the mouth and nose not far away, with a sarcastic look on their faces.
I haven't tried to reason with him based on my Buddhist cultivation, and I haven't fought with my years of vows, but that's it.
But Wu Shuang, who was still flexing his muscles at the moment, did not want to open his mouth to respond to the monks in the temple. Instead, he quickly turned around and glared at the Taoist holding the branch in his arms with raised eyebrows.
"Since you like to watch it, do you think I look like your grandfather?"
