The days that followed were uneventful.
Although Yang Liu was worried that Shen Yu was trapped in the dirty land of Yanli, he also knew that with his current state, even if he could connect with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from Feilai Peak, it would be difficult to do anything in Lingyin Temple.
Du Cheng is just an elder in the lecture hall. Above this, there are three leaders.
Unless he is possessed by the spirit of Miaohua again, it is impossible to kill a great practitioner at the pinnacle of the Bodhisattva realm.
The waiting time is always very long, and Yangliu's heart becomes calmer and calmer.
Even Lu Wu became much quieter. Because of Huike, even though the eyes of the monk guarding outside the house were filled with resentment, he did not take any further action.
Even if the enemy of the sect is right in front of them, they all abide by the sect's rules and precepts.
This is one of the reasons why the nine holy places have been able to stand in the spiritual wasteland for thousands of years. ap..
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On a spring day, the breeze is gentle.
An old monk came to the courtyard, and Yang Liu recognized the identity of the visitor at a glance.
The first seat of the Dharma transmission hall.
Cross the delusional monk.
For the first time, Yang Liu only glanced at the old monk from a distance on a cliff and did not see his face clearly.
So, she looked carefully at the monk in front of her.
He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, is not very tall, and is wearing a very ordinary Zen robe, standing abruptly in front of the door.
Buddhist practitioners are introverted, and it is not obvious from their appearance that they are practitioners.
Yang Liu heard Su Mo mention that the higher the level of Buddhist cultivation, the more one returns to his original nature and is like an ordinary person.
What's more, this old monk's status is transcendent. When Lingyin Temple presides over the retreat, he is the highest-status person in the entire temple.
Therefore, Yang Liu did not let him stand outside the house like he did to Huike. Instead, he took the initiative to salute and invited the old monk into the house.
Monk Duwan sat casually on a futon and said straight to the point: "Lingyin Temple has always had a normal relationship with the Taoist sect, and you killed my junior brother Duhai and threw you into a Buddhist cave. It is really a helpless act."
The old monk's tone was calm, as if chatting with an old friend.
But the meaning is also decisive.
Monk Duwan thought for a while and then said: "I saw what happened that day with my own eyes from a distance. In the Patriarch's Hall, Patriarch Miaohua's finger bones suddenly possessed you. That's why Junior Brother Duhai died. All this has nothing to do with you. How important it is."
Yang Liu's eyes widened and he said dumbly: "I'm right, you still want to lock me up?"
The old monk nodded and said: "There is never right or wrong in the world, it is all about trade-offs. You killed Junior Brother Duhai, Lingyin Temple needs an explanation, and this explanation is yours."
Yang Liu was dumbfounded. It was a holy land, and people from Lingyin Temple could actually do things like this.
Still unreasonable.
"You mean, pick the soft persimmon," Yang Liu pointed at himself, gritted his teeth and said, "And I, am this soft persimmon?"
Monk Duwan hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "It can be said that in fact, most things in the world are like this, but some people do it more obviously. For example, you, a disciple of Dao Sect, behave in the same way. In the Liubo Mountain incident, Dao Yan Zhenren cultivated Because he was not successful, he killed Xi Qingshu, who was weak in cultivation, but the real murderer only received a little punishment."
Willow was silent.
She has been at Feilai Peak for many years and knows a lot about Dao Yan's deeds.
The feud between Liubo Mountain and Master Daoyan happened more than a hundred years ago. At that time, the master's cultivation was not yet complete. When he was going through three disasters and five tribulations, he once took in a scholar in Bowang City in Central Continent. This scholar was very capable. The key person in the sect's calamity was killed by the contemporary mountain master of Liubo Mountain.
Daoyan Zhenren was so angry that he went up to Liubo Mountain and killed an insignificant deputy mountain chairman, Qingshu.
The reason was the same as what the old monk said. The master's cultivation was not yet complete. He wanted to kill the mountain master but couldn't, so he had to kill Xi Qingshu.
Of course, more things happened later, but it is indeed a fact to pick on the weak.
After a long time, Yang Liu said: "In your eyes, I am a soft persimmon, but
I don’t know if my senior brother Shen Yu comes back, will he let you treat me as a soft persimmon? "
Monk Duwan smiled and said, "He can't come back."
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Ten days later.
The atmosphere in Lingyin Temple became increasingly tense.
Many Dao Sect disciples have stopped practicing and stand outside the courtyard every day, nervously watching the monks coming and going.
More and more huge auras appear in Lingyin Temple.
Those strong men who had traveled abroad and made orders have also returned to the mountain. Many of them were even younger disciples of the Lecture Hall and Monk Ku. After knowing the whole story, they tried to break into the courtyard countless times.
Fortunately, Huike came forward in the end and managed to calm down the situation.
But there were still some young disciples who were unwilling to give up, and began to ridicule the Dao Sect disciples who were guarding outside the house.
Qiu Wen came from Cuizhu Peak and was considered a very talented disciple among the three generations of disciples. He had only practiced for less than ten years and was already concentrating the golden elixir. A few days ago, he came to Lingyin Temple to express his condolences to the bitter monk at the order of his master. He met Yangliu. Naturally, I have to keep my uncle's matters outside the door.
Today, several Lingyin Temple disciples came here to provoke.
Qiu Wen pulled out his long sword, pointed it at the opponent, and said in a deep voice: "I'll say it again, if you want to fight, then fight."
Standing opposite him was a young monk with an extremely handsome face, swaying in Zen clothes, and the Buddha's light could be vaguely seen above his head.
For Buddhist practitioners, if the Buddha's light appears, it means that their practice has entered the vajra realm, which is comparable to the golden elixir of Taoism and even the cave true realm.
As a third-generation disciple of Lingyin Temple, he turned a deaf ear to Qiu Wen's words and said condescendingly: "Who do you think you are? You are just a waste who has just condensed the golden elixir. You are not qualified to fight with me, so please ask the elders in your house to come out. "
Qiu Wen took a step forward, his long sword drew an extremely graceful trajectory in the air, and the sword tip pierced forward with a whistling sound.
"Yuanzhen, you are going too far."
Along with an angry curse, the sword light instantly enveloped the young monk. ..
Yuan Zhen stood quietly in the field, high-spirited and turned a blind eye to the murderous sword energy around him.
He was the first disciple of the third generation of the Lecture Hall. His cultivation level had already reached the Arhat realm, so he didn't care much about Qiu Wen's attack.
Yuan Zhen knew clearly that with Uncle Hui Ke's personality, it was impossible for him to go into the courtyard and personally kill the enemy who killed the Patriarch.
But if a few Dao Sect disciples were killed, Huike would pretend not to see it.
Yuan Zhen was filled with excitement and joy at the thought of having the opportunity to seek some justice for his ancestor and kill a third-generation disciple of the Dao Sect.
Even if we will face the same pursuit by Dao Sect disciples in the future, so what?
Grudges in the world always end with the death of one party.
Yuan Zhen shouted suddenly, clenched his right hand, and then swung it forward. An extremely violent breath swept up countless flying sand and rocks.
The sword light all over the sky suddenly collided with the violent tornado.
First, the front of the tornado was scattered by the sword light, and then condensed. Then the sword light that filled the sky disappeared instantly, and it ran straight towards Qiu Wen in an extremely domineering way.
There are many similarities between Linghuang Buddhist cultivation and Wufu cultivation. They both cultivate the body first. However, Wufu's way is to use force to realize the Tao, so he does not cultivate the soul.
But Buddhist cultivation is different. After the physical body has been polished to the extreme, you can step into the Arhat realm and begin to make great aspirations and realize the Taoist soul.
Therefore, Yuan Zhen's punch was domineering.
Only by chopping melons and vegetables to defeat or kill that Dao sect disciple, Master Hui Ke or the leader of Duwang would turn a blind eye.
On the other side, facing this irresistible punch, Qiu Wen's face changed slightly, his steps changed, he twisted in the air, and narrowly dodged the punch.
The next moment, another punch appeared in a strange and unpredictable way at the position where he was exhausted.
boom!
A sharp pain came from the left side of his waist. Qiu Wen groaned and was instantly knocked to the ground.
Countless gravels flew around, one
A huge depression appeared behind him. Yuan Zhen's fist did not slow down and he hit Qiu Wen's chest hard, who was lying on his back on the ground.
Several Dao Sect disciples outside the venue couldn't help but exclaimed and stood up one after another.
However, his body was imprisoned by a powerful force, and he was unable to save him.
"Old monk, let me go."
Inside the house, Yang Liu opened his eyes wide and glared angrily at the calm and calm Duwan Monk in front of him.
At this moment, she had sensed that outside the courtyard, the Dao Sect disciples were trapped in the fairyland. Although she had only practiced at Feilai Peak these years and was bullied by the disciples of Qinglu Palace, if she watched a third-generation disciple die in front of her, it would be Something that cannot be done no matter what.
Therefore, Yang Liu stood up without hesitation and prepared to take action.
Monk Duwan just waved his sleeves, and a faint light enveloped the entire room. Yang Liu suddenly felt as if he had lost contact with heaven and earth.
Monk Duwan lowered his eyes and ears, and said calmly: "Although the body of the Earth Immortal is powerful, there are ways to break it. As long as you are cut off from the Immortal Mountain, no spiritual power will be introduced into your body."
Yang Liu looked at the bell in the old monk's hand and said in shock: "Heaven and Earth Bell? How come the treasure of the Hidden Moon Sect is in Lingyin Temple."
Monk Duwan smiled and said nothing.
Yang Liu's eyes were dim, knowing that there was no hope of getting out of trouble today, but the third-generation disciple died because of him, and he might not be able to live in peace in this life. .
"Despicable." Yang Liu was furious.
The layout of a holy land is so narrow-minded. This is no longer a pick-up on the weak as the monk Duwan said, but a revenge for lowering one's status.
Looking at the woman in front of him, Monk Duwan said calmly: "Uncle Ku has fallen, Junior Brother Duhai has died, and the souls of several ancestors have also dissipated because of you and Shen Yu. Although our Lingyin Temple is an upright Buddhist sect in the world, there will still be Hatred and grudges are the inner demons in the hearts of disciples. If the inner knots are not eliminated, the inner demons will arise."
Yang Liu suddenly ran out of words.
Grudges in the world can never be settled with just a few words.
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Outside the courtyard, Yuan Zhen's fist hit Qiu Wen again, and a harsh sound of bone cracking spread throughout the courtyard.
This third-generation disciple of the Dao Sect was covered in blood, but he did not make any sound of pain. His clear eyes were filled with tenacity.
Countless disciples' eyes were about to burst, and they desperately mobilized the spiritual power in their bodies to open their imprisonment.
Yuan Zhen looked at Qiu Wen on the ground indifferently, and did not take action again. Instead, he squatted down gently, patted his face, and said with a smile: "I am a Buddha who is compassionate, but I also have the wrath of King Kong. That uncle of yours There will be retribution. Killing you today can relieve my knot a little bit. Those Dao Sect disciples and the younger generation are just a bunch of showy tricks."
