Tang Long was also stunned when he heard Wu Gu's question:
"Isn't the young master here just for Lin Xiaolu? Then why did the young master come to this dead city?"
"Young monk is here to save my senior brother." Wugou said honestly, and then continued to ask:
"Is the little deer donor really here?"
Tang Long nodded, and then a trace of solemnity flashed across his face:
"This imperial city has been occupied by an old monk from Japan. That old monk is very powerful. He is what you immortals call the powerful Nascent Soul."
Hearing this, Wugou nodded. He was about to say that it was his senior brother, but suddenly he felt something in his heart and looked down.
On her wrist, her rosary is slowly turning.
He raised his head and saw an old black figure blocking the sun above his head, looking down at him.
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At this moment, in the palace, a Japanese monk was passing by the imperial garden. He was walking on the wooden bridge beside the pond with a smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.
Before leaving, the host told him that the Kingdom of Jin had been destroyed and was preparing to go to other countries. He wanted to inform others of this news.
And just as he was halfway walking quickly, he suddenly heard a soft sound behind him. He turned his head subconsciously, but his mouth was suddenly covered by a hand. Before he could resist, he was hit directly on the back of the head with a strong force. When he was dying, he felt that he was being carried into the pond. His body felt cold, and the world on the pond was getting farther and farther away from him~
On the quiet pond, the water surface gradually returned to calm, as if nothing had happened. After a long time, a young man with a small ball head emerged from the water. It was Lin Xiaolu who had been hiding here all night!
He came to the wooden plank bridge silently, waiting for the next "prey" to pass by.
Just when Lin Xiaolu came under the bridge, a loud sound that echoed through the sky and the earth suddenly erupted outside the imperial city, and at the same time, there was a faint sound of strange mantras, shaking the water in the pond.
Lin Xiaolu was stunned, and his cold eyes suddenly lit up.
With such a big movement, who is Xiu Ye Zongchun dealing with?
While he was thinking about it, a faint Japanese voice came from the palace in the distance. It was a group of Japanese monks who wanted to support him. Lin Xiaolu, who heard the movement, suddenly showed murderous intent.
No matter who Xiuye Zongjun is dealing with, now is a good time for him to kill!
"Brush!" With a soft sound, the young man rushed out of the pond, throwing water splashes flying in the sky, and pulled out a whole bunch of Dageng bronze vessels in mid-air, and rushed into the palace.
At the same time, high in the sky outside the imperial city, Wu San and Xiu Ye Zong were standing high above each other.
Below, Tang Long, Qin Congcong, and Liu Yuniang looked nervously from a distance.
At this moment, Xiu Ye Zongchun looked at Wu Kuan in front of him with playful eyes, and Wu Kuan also looked at him expressionlessly.
The warm sun was shining in the sky, giving a different kind of halo to their two cassocks, one black and one white.
"Junior brother...are you here to persuade senior brother to turn back?" Xiu Ye Zongchun asked with a smile in Japanese with a slight accent. Wu Guo shook his head:
"Senior brother, there is no turning back."
"Oh?" Xiu Ye Zongchun raised the corners of his mouth:
"So, junior brother is really here to die?"
"No." Wu Guo shook his head again: "I'm here to see senior brother off on his way."
Below, Liu Yuniang and Tang Long both looked solemn, while Qin Congcong looked at the evil-looking old monk with black nails with some fear.
The three of them have been extremely nervous since the appearance of Xiu Ye Zongchun, and Liu Yuniang feels even more so. As a snake demon, she is sensitive by nature and can feel the terror of Xiu Ye Zongchun more intuitively.
The same is true for Tang Long, but he is not completely afraid. In addition to fear, his eyes also contain a sense of courage as if he is ready to die. The black dragon tattoo on his left arm is also constantly glowing, making him look eager to try.
Nascent Soul? That's just a name for immortal cultivators, and it's the same in front of warriors.
In the sky, Wugou and Xiu Ye Zongchun exchanged a few simple words, and then Wugou said lightly to the three people below:
"Disciple, Donor Tang Long, the young monk sensed that the Little Deer Donor is fighting against a group of Japanese monks in the city. There are many of them and the Little Deer Donor is outnumbered. You go and help him. As for Senior Brother Xiuye, just leave it to the young monk."
Hearing this, Liu Yuniang hesitated for a moment, and then bowed slightly to her master. Tang Long also punched Wugou. Only Qin Congcong looked confused and continued to look up at Wugou:
"Little master, Brother Tang and Sister Liu are going to help Xiaolu, what about me?"
Seeing Qin Congcong's question, Wugou scratched his bald head, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. After a long time, he smiled softly and said:
"Donor Qin, please stay here. After all, Donor Qin is too clever, and I'm afraid it will cause trouble."
Qin Congcong, who was so smart, didn't hear the outtone of Wu Kuan's words. He only heard Wu Kuan praising his wit, and said "Okay" with joy.
Soon, Liu Yuniang and Tang Long left quickly, and Wugou looked at Xiu Ye Zongchun again.
"Senior brother, the young monk is just building the foundation." He said honestly.
"Well, my brother is Yuanying." Xiu Ye Zongchun said with a smile.
Wugou nodded and continued: "The young monk discussed the Dharma with Tathagata and neither lost nor won."
"Yes." Xiu Ye Zongchun nodded and said in agreement: "So master said that junior brother has the root of wisdom."
"Senior brother, that's a compliment." Wugou said, "The young monk has no wisdom, but a pure heart. Do you envy him, senior brother?"
"I'm not envious." Xiu Ye Zongchun smiled cruelly: "Because I will win your innocent heart today."
"Okay." Wu Gu sighed deeply, then put his palms together and said to Xiu Ye Zongchun: "Senior brother, please enlighten me."
Xiu Ye Zongchun also put his hands together: "Junior brother, please enlighten me."
An old man, a young man, a Nascent Soul and a Foundation Builder. After the conversation between the two monks, whose realms were completely different, golden light bloomed from their bodies at the same time.
Compared to Wu Gu, the golden light on Xiu Ye Zongchun's body is undoubtedly deeper. He has all kinds of unpredictable powers in the Nascent Soul realm, but his deep golden light reveals a trace of black energy. Not only is it not Holy and bright, but extremely evil.
Although Wugou's golden light was much thinner, it was extremely pure, but now there was a trace of blood red in his golden light, which was the evil he got after killing people.
"Junior brother, how does it feel to kill someone?" Xiu Ye Zongchun asked with a smile.
Wugou said expressionlessly: "The young monk kills people to save more people, and also to save those who are killed from committing fewer sins."
Xiu Ye Zongchun didn't believe it and continued to ask with a smile: "Monks don't tell lies. How dare you say that you were not angry before killing someone? Junior brother, you must have violated the precept of anger!"
Hearing this, Wu Gu smiled for the first time:
He looked at the extremely evil Xiu Ye Zongchun in front of him and smiled:
"Senior brother, what the young monk cultivates is compassion, not Buddha's heart. So what if you violate it?"
Xiu Ye Zongchun:......
In the sky, Muzan's eyes gradually turned blood red, but his body was still covered in golden light, showing mercy for all generations. Seeing this scene, Xiu Ye Zongjun, who was originally confident of winning, couldn't help but frown.
Killing Japanese people did not break the heart of his junior brother Buddha, but...
At this moment, Xiu Ye Zongchun, who was born as a Nascent Soul, felt a trace of fear for no reason.
Facing Wu Gu now, he felt like he was facing his master, Zen Master Wu Xin.
Master has said that cultivation in the realm has always been only one aspect. Just like in ancient times, there were powerful people who had never practiced cultivation, but they once understood the laws of all things in the world, formed their own way, and finally had the power to defeat the gods and demons in the world. With such great power, he rode on an ox and trampled through the void, disappearing without a trace.
Indeed, this is how I face my master. It is clear that my master is only a monk in the Dan Formation realm, but his state of mind is no different from that of a Buddha, so he calls himself a new Buddha. However, no matter how strong he is in cultivation, the spiritual method he cultivates is still the same. Dharma.
However, using Buddhist spiritual methods to deal with a real Buddha is simply impossible, and will be bound and backlashed by Buddhist teachings.
But now, my little junior brother has the same state of mind as his master, and is even stronger than his master back then!
No wonder! When I first came to China, this junior fellow student didn't dare to face me at all, so he could only hide awkwardly. I didn't bother to pay attention to him at the time. But now that he is suddenly so brave, it turns out that he has made a qualitative breakthrough in Buddhism in recent days. !
Thinking of this, Xiu Ye Zongchun felt a trace of jealousy and resentment in his heart for no reason.
Why can you become a Buddha by killing people? If I kill someone, I can only look like this!
Who do you think you are?
In the sky, he looked at the young monk with bloody golden eyes in front of him, his expression became increasingly sinister, and he said in a cold voice:
"Junior brother, you have really become a Buddha, congratulations."
Muzan's blood-red eyes looked extremely charming, but the golden light on his body was full of compassion, giving people a strange feeling. At this moment, when he heard Xiu Ye Zongjun's congratulations, he clasped his hands together, with tears streaming from his eyes, and smiled. He corrected:
"Senior brother...it's not that a little monk became a Buddha, it's that a Buddha became a little monk."
As soon as these words came out, Xiu Ye Zongchun felt like he was struck by thunder. His eyes looked at Wu San with horror, and he raised his hand and pointed at him in disbelief:
"You! What kind of Buddha have you become!"
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somewhere in the world
A golden monk meditating among lotus flowers opened his golden eyes.
The monk sat quietly on the lotus, and the lotus floated in an endless pool. The pool was also covered with other lotus flowers, large and small, and it was endless as far as the eye could see. They were both beautiful and holy.
However, although the monk at this moment was covered in golden light and extremely noble, his eyes shone with deep fear.
In the lotus lake, he sat quietly for a while, and then murmured to himself with a cold voice:
“Kill the Buddha and become the Buddha—Kill the Buddha!”
"Wow!" As soon as the words "Slaying Buddha" came out, all the lotuses on the lake ignited into blazing fire at the same time, turning the endless lotus lake into a sea of fire in just an instant.
The monk didn't react at all and turned a blind eye to the raging fire. Instead, he sat in the raging sea of fire, raising his head expressionlessly and looking toward the sky above, not knowing what he was thinking.
