"You don't care who I am, I just want to enter the temple to see the Buddha, why do you block the road and hurt others?" Li Xiuyuan looked at him coldly.
"My young master is praying for blessings. Who do you think you are?"
Although the man in black dispelled the murderous intention in his heart, the pain on his back did not diminish. In addition, the young master did not come out, so he did not dare to let Li Xiuyuan in.
A coldness flashed in Li Xiuyuan's eyes: "Is it possible that in Tianluo City, you have to look at the faces of certain people to see the Buddha? In this case, it's okay if the Buddha is not seen."
After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave.
The man in black injured himself and soiled his snow-like clothes, which immediately made him no longer want to see the Buddha.
He frowned, feeling that the mark on the sleeve of the man in black was disgusting.
At this moment, a cold voice came from the Buddhist temple: "It doesn't matter that there is a Buddha but no one can see it. Which family are you a young man from? Why do you want to contradict my family's guard?"
While he was talking, a handsome young man with a bald head and white clothes walked out of the hall. He was only thirty years old and was dressed in white like Li Xiuyuan.
What made Li Xiuyuan feel disgusted was that the young man's sleeves were also marked with a swastika made of golden silk thread.
Li Xiuyuan, who was about to turn around and leave, couldn't help but stop when he saw the young man in front of him.
He replied coldly: "Didn't you see your men hurting people?"
The young man looked at the blood stains on Li Xiuyuan's body and frowned. Naturally, he understood that his guard had hurt the young man in front of him, but he had no intention of apologizing.
While the three of them were confronting each other, a woman about the same age as him, with shoulder-length hair and a yellow skirt, walked out from behind the young man.
Looking at the three people outside the hall, he frowned and said softly: "Wuhua, why is there so much noise outside the hall?"
The moment the woman appeared, Li Xiuyuan had the illusion that he had seen the woman in front of him somewhere.
The woman in a yellow skirt was clearly in high spirits and did not notice the boy in the blood-stained gown at all. In her opinion, it was the boy who disturbed her praying in front of the Buddha.
"Whose family are you? You can actually strike a palm against my guard." The young man called Wuhua by the woman in the yellow skirt looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked.
The wedding was coming soon, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble.
Taking out a white square towel, Li Xiuyuan gently wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth.
He replied calmly: "I just passed by the Buddhist temple and wanted to see the Buddha. I didn't expect that the Buddha in Tianluo City only recognizes the powerful and does not recognize living beings. In this case, it's okay not to see him!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked down the stone steps.
When Wuhua heard this, she felt surprised and shouted coldly: "You can disrespect me, but you can't slander the Buddha!"
Li Xiuyuan turned around and smiled bitterly: "I have never seen the Buddha, how can I slander the Buddha?"
"Boom!" There was a sound, like a thunderbolt hitting Wuhua's head. He had been practicing Buddhism for many years, but he lost in Buddhism to this ordinary young man.
The woman behind her frowned and said, "Wuhua is a hateful person. Let's send him away. After we finish our work here, we have to go home and have lunch with our mother!"
"Brother! Why are you here?"
At this moment, a voice like a mountain spring sounded from behind Li Xiuyuan.
Li Xiuyuan sighed, turned around, looked at Mu Mu and said with a bitter smile: "The temple gate here is too high, we can't climb it, even if the Buddha is gone!"
After saying that, he took Mumu's hand and walked down the stone steps!
"Oh!" Mu Mu replied. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she saw the blood stains on Li Xiuyuan's chest.
There was a roar and anger rose, grabbing Li Xiuyuan's hand.
Looking at the three people in front of the main hall, he asked coldly: "Did you hurt my brother? So it turns out that there is no Wang Fa in Tianluo City?"
After finally reuniting with Li Xiuyuan after a long absence, how could Mu Mu tolerate others bullying her brother?
The young man Wuhua looked at Mu Mu, frowned and said: "We are praying in the main hall, so naturally we can't let others disturb us. It was your brother who contradicted me.
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Guard! "
Mu Mu took a step forward, looked at Wu Hua and asked coldly: "Why is your guard fine, but my brother is covered in blood? Is it allowed for the big to bully the small in the Jinguang Temple?"
After speaking, looking at the abbot master who came out of the hall, Mu Mu continued: "Because my brother is devoted to the Buddha, I went to donate incense to the temple. If I had known this, it would be better to throw it into the misty rain lake!"
"It's so good, the female donor is serious!"
The abbot monk looked at Li Xiuyuan, who was covered in blood, and naturally understood what happened in the temple. However, as Li Xiuyuan said, even the Buddha of Jinguang Temple had to look at the face of the young man in front of him.
In this way, listening to Li Xiuyuan's angry shouts outside the hall, I felt that I had practiced Buddhism for hundreds of years in vain.
"Mu Mu? Are you sister Mu Mu?"
It was at this juncture that the woman in a yellow skirt finally recognized Mu Mu and was shocked. She quickly stepped forward and took Mu Mu's hand and asked.
"I haven't seen you for a few years, why have you changed back again? Oh my god, you've become a child again!"
The woman in the yellow skirt is naturally Tang Qiuyu's disciple, Xia Wutong, the princess of the Five Domains Dynasty. Seeing that the wedding is approaching, today I specially came to Jinguang Temple with my fiancé Wuhua to pray for blessings.
But he didn't expect that the hateful guy injured by Wuhua's men turned out to be Mu Mu's relative.
No, the smart Xia Wutong immediately remembered the two words Mu Mu called out. She had been to Phoenix Valley several times and had never heard that Mu Mu had a brother!
"So what, don't hold my hand. For your sake, I will remember this grudge for you today!"
After speaking, he turned around and took Li Xiuyuan's hand and walked down the stone steps.
Since the person in front of her was a princess, she knew there was no way to avenge her.
Neither the confused brother in front of her nor the gentleman and mistress in the inn would allow her to mess around here.
But in this case, it is absolutely impossible for her to attend the princess's wedding.
"Sister Mumu, does master live with you? Where did this hateful young man come from? You can't hurt the feelings of our sisters that have lasted for decades because of him."
Xia Wutong didn't know that Mu Mu had completed Phoenix Nirvana, because Tang Qiu Shi never mentioned Mu Mu's matter to her at all.
But now that Mu Mu has come to Tianluo City, it is obvious that he is here to attend his wedding.
She couldn't let the bald wild boy in front of her ruin her wedding.
This was a major event in her life. After waiting for countless years, Li Xiuyuan finally let go of Shura Tianyu and accepted Wuhua's proposal from Tianluo City.
Neither she nor her parents would allow such a thing to happen.
"Your Highness, please don't slander my relationship with my brother! My wife and husband are at the inn. Xiaoqing and Xiaobai are also here. Princess Wushuang's parents are also here. They will all go..."
After Mu Mu finished speaking, she chuckled and said, "Mu Mu is here to wish the princess a happy wedding!"
After saying that, she ignored the anxious Princess Wutong and took Li Xiuyuan's hand towards the square. She wanted to leave here as soon as possible and tell her husband everything that happened at Jinshan Temple.
She had to go back quickly to check Li Xiuyuan's body to see if he had been injured by the nasty guys in the City Lord's Mansion.
Xia Wutong looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar backs of the two of them and couldn't help shouting: "Mu Mu, are you here to attend my sister's wedding?"
Mu Mu, who had already walked halfway through the square, replied lightly: "Maybe!"
Wuhua looked at Xia Wutong's expression and the two people walking away, with an unspeakable gloom on his face. He did not expect that the boy who dared to contradict him turned out to be the brother of the little princess of Phoenix Valley.
It was nothing at this point, but Li Xiuyuan, who was helpless and unwilling, had already walked far away but said something calmly.
"Old monk, I see it's too hard for you to practice Buddhism, so you might as well practice Taoism!"
With a bang, Li Xiuyuan’s words
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It was like another thunderclap on the head of the old monk, the abbot of Jinguang Temple.
The Buddha said that all living beings have no identity and are equal from birth to birth.
But what happened in front of the Buddhist hall today not only broke the Wuhua and the abbot's imagelessness, but also broke the equality of all the Buddhas in the hall who lowered their eyebrows and lowered their heads in compassion for all living beings.
The young man's unintentional words, to the ears of these two people, were tantamount to murder!
Looking at the young man's retreating figure, the abbot monk shed tears and murmured softly: "I am a Buddha who suffers. If I don't suffer, I won't become a Buddha!"
After saying that, he turned around and left without saying goodbye to Wuhua.
Only the monks who were watching the excitement outside the palace gate, Wu Hua with an angry look on his face, and Xia Wutong with a sad look on his face were left.
The two of them came to Jinguang Temple to pray for their wedding, but they never expected that their guards would let the young man's blood stain the front of the Buddha, and the young man who left also dropped a curse that neither he nor the abbot could break.
Yes, Li Xiuyuan's last words sounded like the most poisonous curse to Wu Hua's ears.
Because he Wuhua is a disciple of Buddha on Mount Sumeru.
"Let's go back home, there are still many things to be busy with!"
Wu Hua looked at Xia Wutong and said softly: "I'll take you back first, and then go to the Yingbin Building to have a look. I don't think there will be any guests coming today."
Xia Wutong remembered what Mu Mu said when she finally left. Seeing the anger on Wuhua's face, he couldn't help but comfort him softly: "That's just a boy from the mountains. He doesn't understand the rules. Don't argue with him."
Wuhua looked at her and smiled and replied: "If I care about everything, then there is no need to go to Mount Sumeru to practice Buddhism. Let's go."
Under the watchful eyes of the monks, Wuhua took Xia Wutong and left quietly, just like Mu Mu who left before.
Stepping on the blue bricks that Li Xiuyuan and Mu Mu had walked on, Xia Wutong couldn't help but said: "Wuhua, I saw Sister Hua later and asked her to come and accompany me."
Wuhua looked at her and smiled softly: "Don't worry, if she comes, she will definitely ask her to accompany you by the Yanyu Lake."
Xia Wutong sighed and said quietly: "I don't know where Xiaoqing will go now."
It was a crisp autumn day in Tianluo City. At this moment, a dark cloud floated over, quietly covering the red sun in the sky.
Seeing Mr. Wu Hua leave, the monks returned to the Buddhist temple to continue chanting sutras. Their homework today was delayed due to Wu Hua's prayer, and they had to make up for it now.
"Oh my God! Look, the Golden Buddha is crying!"
The sharp-eyed young monk pointed at the big Buddha on the altar and shouted loudly.
So the monks who were preparing to chant sutras all looked up, but they only heard a long sigh from their abbot, Lao Shang, coming from the Zen room, and two drops of golden tears dripping down from the eyes of the Buddha!
Whether it is the old monk who turned around and entered the Zen room to repent, or the monks who raised their heads to see the Buddha in the main hall, they all understood the Buddha's greeting that has been passed down for thousands of years:
When the Buddha sheds tears, he sees the devil!
The monks screamed in sorrow for a while, and fell down one after another, weeping and chanting sutras. They were panicked and didn't know what to do, so they could only chant the scriptures desperately.
The old monk who fell out of the Zen room looked at the Buddha above and asked in a low voice: "I heard, is that young man a demon or that..."
At this point, even the old monk was frightened. He quickly stopped asking, lowered his head, turned the beads in his hand, and chanted the confession scripture over and over again.
What the old monk who lowered his head to chant sutras did not see was that even the Buddha on the Buddhist altar in the meditation room had two drops of golden tears dripping down.
Today's Jinguang Temple in Tianluo City has fulfilled the prophecy of the Buddha thousands of years ago.
The disciples of Buddha came to see the Buddha, but they were blocked by the demon hiding in the temple!
The flower of cause and effect sprouted from this moment, and an evil flower bloomed in the sinful Tianluo City.
The old Taoist priest somewhere deep in the mountains sighed softly and murmured: "The evil fruits of evil thoughts will bear fruit!"
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