"Boom!"
In the ruined temple, a faint bell rang out. The sound was not loud. In just a moment, the old monk's ruined temple suddenly disappeared into ashes, as if it had gone through countless years and disappeared in time.
The dust on the old monk's body was also annihilated in an instant, revealing the gray monk's robe, and a pair of eyes slowly opened on his withered face.
The extremely plain eyes, after years of vicissitudes, are deep and calm, full of the light of wisdom.
Suddenly, the old monk was stunned for a moment, feeling in a trance. Fragmented fragments suddenly appeared in his mind. The picture was blurry, and he didn't know how many years had passed.
In the picture, countless Buddhas fell under the bodhi tree. However, their indestructible golden bodies, which were originally boundless in power and supernatural powers, had mottled black shadows, decaying, strange, and full of ominous atmosphere.
The Bodhi tree behind them has also lost its divinity and spirituality. The leaves are withered and withered, and the Bodhi seeds are dry and rotten, with no vitality.
In the endless years, even the Buddha with unpredictable supernatural powers had no choice but to sit still and wait for the loss of life. There is no way out ahead, only eternal silence and despair.
At this moment, the old monk seemed to have become a spectator. He watched intently as the Buddhas who once had the power to chase stars and moons, burn the sky and cook the sea slowly decayed. The bone-gnawing despair filled the air and turned into hatred that filled the space. meaning.
I hate this sky, I hate this land, I hate the people around me.
The ultimate hatred came from the final death of the Buddha. At this moment, he could hardly tell whether the person in front of him was a Buddha or a demon. The monks of this generation are lucky because they encountered a time of great strife and had the opportunity to transcend.
But for those amazing and talented monks in the world of immortality for thousands of years, the ending was cruel. No matter how brilliant they are, they dominate the whole world, and in the end, they can only be hidden by time and become a piece of loess.
This kind of despair with no way forward is hard to accept. Even Buddhas have anger, greed, anger, and hatred, but their greed, anger, ignorance, and hatred are different from ordinary people.
The more powerful a monk is, the stronger his obsession will be, and for the old monk, his obsession is also detached.
But compared to those sages, he is undoubtedly lucky, because he survived until the dawn of time. Even if he cannot reach the other side, he can see the opportunity of transcendence and fulfill it before death. His obsession.
"There is no tree for Bodhi, and there is no stand for mirrors. The nature of the Buddha is always pure, and there is no dust anywhere." The old monk recited a powerful Buddhist verse, and a Buddha light flew out from behind his head. The Bodhisattva sat in it and recited the sutra. arts.
Large Buddhist and Sanskrit texts appeared in the sky, and the sound of Sanskrit chanting resounded in the space. The phantoms of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and bhikkhus emerged one after another. They all sat down by the lotus pond, telling the truth of Buddhism and the true meaning of the great road. .
Flowers are falling from the sky, golden lotuses are emerging from the ground, and a faint scent of lotus is filling the air. Once you smell it, your mind will be intoxicated and your worries will disappear.
In just a moment, the old monk's heart gradually returned to calm, and his mind returned to itself.
He raised his head and looked far away, as if through endless space, he saw the girl who had just survived the catastrophe. "The cause and effect that has been entangled for thousands of years is finally coming to an end."
Under the influence of human calamity, the grudge between Grandma Shu and Buddhism will finally come to an end. However, the end does not mean the end, it is just the beginning of another story.
And Su Ming was just a witness to this story.
Suddenly, the old monk stood up, and the Buddha's light around him converged, turning into an ordinary old monk again. As soon as he stepped on it, he was thousands of miles away. In three or two breaths, he arrived at the place where the girl was. .
This technique is exactly the magical power of Buddhism. It is called the Divine Foot Tong. It can breath thousands of miles. It cannot be practiced by monks who have no great magical power, great magical power, and great realms. Even the Shaolin Temple, one of the three sects in the world of immortality, rarely has the Divine Foot Tong. of monks.
It is enough to show how rare this magical power is.
"Amitabha, female benefactor, we finally meet again." With a simple and vicissitudes of voice, the old monk instantly appeared in front of the girl in green, his eyes full of memories.
Hearing the familiar voice, the girl's delicate body trembled and she slowly turned around. Her pretty face was full of disbelief, "Wuhui, you are actually still alive?"
"The female donor was joking. The old monk has only a broken body left after he has lived until now. He is here just to settle the cause and effect. Why do you say this?" The old monk looked at her indifferently. Sadness without joy.
A hint of guilt appeared in the girl's eyes, and she said sadly, "I was transformed into a spirit by the grace of Wenshu Temple. I feel very guilty about Liansheng's death, but I only injured him and did not kill him."
The old monk shook his head slightly, his eyes still calm, "The donor's words are wrong. Although the poor monk claims to have no regrets, even the Buddha has times of regret, let alone me. If I had not used the Manjusri's Wisdom Mantra for me, If you enlighten your spirit, what happened next will not happen."
"Everything originated from me, but in the end, it still originated from you. Liansheng was injured by you, but he encountered a monster and died unfortunately. This was his fate and his fate."
"If it hadn't been for his death, the poor monk would not have achieved what he has today, nor would he have reached this point. And the donor may not have achieved what he has today. He is here today because of human calamity, but the poor monk still has to do it. Let me ask you, donor, have you ever regretted it?"
This question immediately caused the girl to fall into confusion. In terms of cause and effect, she must be indebted to this old monk. The reason why she was able to develop spiritual wisdom and transform in the first place was all due to the help of this old monk.
But later, as her wisdom gradually opened up, she wanted to leave, so one day, she left Wenshu Monastery. However, this departure caused the death of Liansheng, a disciple of the old monk Wuhui.
In the process of chasing her, Liansheng was injured by her, and unfortunately encountered a monster. Because he was injured, he was ultimately defeated and died tragically at the hands of the monster.
At first, the girl didn't know about it, but it wasn't until she became a golden elixir demon cultivator that she knew what happened next. But when she returned to Wenshu Temple, the place was deserted and only ruins were left. Over the next few hundred years, this incident was gradually forgotten by her subconsciously.
However, if she had to do it all over again, she would still choose to leave.
A demon is a demon and can never be with a human being, not to mention that Liansheng is still a monk.
"Master Wugui, I have no regrets about this matter. If I had to do it again, I would choose to leave." The plain words contained firm belief. Hundreds of years of monastic life had made the girl's character extremely firm.
If she hadn't left at the beginning, she wouldn't be where she is now.
