It's dusk.
The sunset came out for a while, but was soon swallowed up by the clouds.
I don’t know if it’s because the desert in Xizhou is too cold, but the color of the morning glow is a bit light, making it look very lackluster.
Dou Ya'er walked to the sand dunes and looked back to the west.
The towering Lingshan Mountain was right in front of her, with Shen Yu and Yang Liu inside, but she couldn't move on.
With her level of strength, it would be of no use even if she went there. Dou Ya'er would not even be able to pass through the cold fog and would die.
At this time, her spiritual power was almost exhausted, and no one else from Dao Sect showed up. Even from the beginning to the end, no big shot came forward to accuse the temple of everything it had done.
Last night, Dou Ya'er had already anticipated what would happen today, but she didn't care much, so things became very difficult.
Because heading west from Yaochi, someone pointed out a road to her and told her that someone was waiting for her there.
The road was very lonely, and then she saw the temple.
There is only this one building in the entire desert, which is easy to see.
Dou Ya'er endured the severe pain and moved forward slowly.
She walked to the temple and thought she would see that person. Unexpectedly, she saw an old man first, which was a bit surprising.
The old man sat on the threshold, not knowing what he was thinking.
There is a pair of couplets hanging on both sides of the temple door.
"Save suffering, help people in trouble, and save the world. Seek the Buddha, seek the Tao, and seek yourself."
This couplet might have some deep meaning, but Dou Ya'er didn't think about it and walked towards the temple.
As they passed each other, the old man asked: "Is the injury healed?"
Dou Ya'er hummed, walked to the golden Buddha, and narrowed his eyes.
Although the evening light was dim and reflected by the gold paint, it was still a bit dazzling.
The golden Buddha is very handsome, with his belly exposed and his smile slightly narrowed.
Her eyes fell on the knife in front of the Buddha.
The iron knife was as long as a roof beam and how heavy it was.
Thinking about the rumors about this sword, Dou Ya'er's eyes gradually brightened and gave birth to some hope.
But where is the owner of this sword?
She turned around and walked to the temple door and asked, "Do you know where this is?"
The old man said: "Does it look like giving birth to a baby?"
Dou Ya'er was startled and asked: "Who?"
The old man said: "That Buddha."
Dou Ya'er was silent for a while, pointed at the fog in the distance and asked, "What are those?"
"Those fogs come from the Blood Sea." The old man looked at the fog in the west and said: "This is the most important moment in his life, so he does not hesitate to waste his blood and energy to let the people of the Blood Sea have a better life. Lingshan and the Blood Sea There are endless grievances between them, and this Buddha was built by believers in his image. It has been covered by wind and sand for countless years, and it only appears now."
Dou Ya'er said: "It is painful for women to give birth and they will become very weak. Why would He do this? Could it be that He also comes from that sea of blood?"
The old man said: "I also read it in a book and went to see it once out of curiosity. It is indeed painful, and the mother does become weak after giving birth. I was even thinking that this might be the weakest moment in His long life."
Dou Ya'er said: "The monk in Lingshan just wants to kill Him? Why didn't he kill Him before?"
"First of all, she hasn't given birth yet, and she hasn't reached her weakest point yet. No one knows how many years it will take."
The old man said: "Even if she really gave birth, do you think those guys in Lingshan dare to go in and kill her?"
Dou Ya'er didn't understand and thought, isn't this the best opportunity for Buddhism?
"If we gather all the powerful people in Lingshan, even if we don't use those old Zen guys, it is certainly possible to kill her, even if she doesn't give birth to a child."
The old man looked up at her and said calmly: "The problem is that maybe 90% of the participants will die, so who is willing to give up the road to immortality and fight for it?"
Dou Ya'er said: "But someone has to do it."
After hearing this, the old man smiled and seemed a little pleased.
Many, many years ago, someone was like Dou Ya'er now, and actually contacted the strongest people from various Buddhist sects and told them their plans.
That man even went to Lingyin Temple and the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism.
However, no one responded except that idiot.
The abbot of Lingyin Temple’s generation gave the best answer.
After that day, the man never saw him again.
"For all these years, only that idiot has been working hard here. Have you ever seen them come here?"
The old man sat on the threshold, pointed at the great figures in the spiritual world who had not appeared behind the clouds, and said with contempt on his face.
Dou Ya'er looked at her and asked, "Who are you?"
With such an attitude towards a big shot like Lingyin Temple and the leader of the Zen Sect, using the word "idiot" to describe the leader of the Vinaya Sect cannot be an unknown old man.
The old man didn't answer.
A sigh sounded in the temple.
The old man ignored it.
Dou Ya'er turned around and looked around, but still didn't see anyone, and couldn't tell where the sound came from.
"I understand why you are here, but I can't help you."
The sound was rich and bright, echoing in the temple, as if it came from everywhere, and seemed to be missing something, making those who heard it feel sad.
No one was seen, but Dou Ya'er knew who the other party was.
She bowed seriously to the temple and said, "Daozong Douya'er, I have met the sect leader."
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The owner of that voice in the temple is the master of the Vinaya Sect, the real man behind Lingyin Temple.
He is the leader of the Vinaya Sect of this generation. He has never participated in anything in Lingyin Temple and just practices silently in Xizhou.
As an ordinary disciple of Lingyin Temple, he won the third place in the Immortal and Demon War, but he refused to return to Lingyin Temple to inherit the mantle of the abbot and take charge of the holy land.
In the years that followed, he continued to travel around the world, defeating many geniuses in the world, making Lingyin Temple the second most sacred place in Lingyin after the Dao Sect.
He himself has become one of the strongest people in the spiritual world.
What is even more awe-inspiring is that he chose to live in seclusion in Xizhou during the most glorious period of his life, and then never left this barren place again.
Over the years, his name has been gradually forgotten by the world, even less famous than the Zen disciple Huike.
But who knows, he has been guarding the Blood Sea for hundreds of years, guarding Lingyin Temple, Xizhou, and even the entire world for three hundred years.
Over the years, he had fought countless battles with the being in the Blood Sea, and was seriously injured and nearly died many times, but he never gave up.
Lingyin Temple.
The Zen disciple of the previous generation, the master of the Vinaya Sect, was the Sword Buddha.
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Dou Ya'er has been traveling around the Spiritual Wasteland in the past few years, going to many places and seeing many things. She did hear about Jian Buddha in the academy.
The academy has the most talented practitioners in the world, and they will never obey anyone.
But in the spiritual wasteland, hundreds of years ago, no one dared to disobey the title of Sword Buddha.
Dou Ya'er will naturally have such thoughts too
Except for Shen Yu, few people could convince Dou Ya'er.
To be disrespectful, she didn't think anything of people like Feilaifeng Su Mo and Yang Liu.
Isn’t it just that I have been practicing for a few more years?
——If I have been practicing for so many years, I don’t know who is stronger.
She still subconsciously compared this Sword Buddha with Shen Yu many times, and then sometimes fantasized about it and put herself into it.
She can't do such a thing.
So when she saluted, she was very serious and her posture was very low.
Sword Buddha said: "It turns out that she is a disciple of Yuan Temple. Yes, yes, the little girl comes from there and has great potential."
Dou Ya'er stood up straight and said shyly: "Senior Sword Buddha is well-known."
After finishing speaking, he remembered the purpose of coming to the west this time, and couldn't help but asked: "Senior, Lingyin Temple arrested Master Yangliu, why?"
If anyone dares to have anything to do with Lingyin Temple at this time, it must be this Sword Buddha.
Because many years ago, he was a Zen disciple of the previous generation.
"The wheel of history has started, and no one has such great power to stop it. Buddhism has guarded the sea of blood for countless years, and too many geniuses have died. This is simply a killing battlefield, but Daozong and the academy have turned a blind eye, and even thought that this It was caused by Buddhism, but what they didn't know was that Xizhou was a spiritual wasteland that had long been so barren that even practitioners could only survive, let alone those mortals. If they wanted to practice, they had to open the sea of blood. That woman was Fairies can connect mountains and rivers and seal thousands of rivers of blood, but only she can untie them."
After listening to this, Dou Ya'er was silent for a long time.
This is a matter between the three religions. Just like the Buddha in front of him who looks like a woman giving birth to a child, who would have known that the Lord of the Sea of Blood is actually a Buddha of Buddhism.
"Can no one beat Him?"
"Maybe there is, but I don't know who it is, because no one has ever opened this passage in the past three thousand years. Only occasionally some low-level blood sea ghosts will come to the world when the seal is loosened."
"Is it so difficult for Buddhism to deal with those low-level ghosts?"
Dou Ya'er has experienced many things over the years, and people will always grow up. He was ignorant at the beginning, but now he has become able to think about some problems.
The ghosts in the blood sea are too strong, so strong that even Buddhism has trouble dealing with them, and above them are some low-level ghosts.
"You let them out completely like this because you want all practitioners in the world to get involved."
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Douyaer has nothing to say.
Sword Buddha's voice did not sound again.
She walked back to the temple gate, sat on the threshold, looked at the ethereal Lingshan Mountain, and said softly: "Is there no other better way?"
Dou Ya'er still wanted to hear another answer.
"The fog was too cold and no one could survive, so there was no need to wait, but everyone always had to act like they were worried and wanted to do something."
The old man said: "Just watch, in a few days, everyone will come here, Xizhou will be very lively, and your uncle Shen Yu may also appear."
Dou Ya'er said: "Uncle Master is not dead?"
The old man said: "He is either dead or dying. In short, he is dead."
Dou Ya'er said, "No, even if you all die, he won't die either."
After saying this, the temple became very quiet.
The girl sat on the threshold.
The pot-bellied Buddha looked at her.
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Cold fog locks the desert.
Many practitioners wearing the emblems of various sects passed through the air.
Douyaer stayed alone in the ruined temple.
The closer we get to Lingshan, the colder it gets.
The old man has also left, and the Sword Buddha has also left.
Dou Ya'er was still sitting on the threshold.
After winter, it’s spring, and it’s still cold.
She didn't ask the old man's identity, but Dou Ya'er knew that this was probably the person Jianfo said could fight the Lord of the Blood Sea.
If the sky collapses, there will always be someone taller to hold it up.
She stood up, spat out the blood from her mouth, and walked away.
The wind blows and the girl is alone.
