"The Son ......"

In the heavy shadow next to the dead tree, Qu Zhengfeng stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the figures of the three people who saw sorrow, emptiness, and Yang Jin, and disappeared in the different directions of the holy mountain, and his eyes overflowed with a little thought, and he read it, and then looked at the Zen master Xuelang who was sitting cross-legged.

"Does the Zen master know what kind of existence the so-called 'Holy Son' is?"

There were no particularly clean stones on the ground, not even dry rotting leaves, and all the trees under the Snowy Sacred Mountain had not produced a single leaf long before more than ten Jiazi.

In the sky, the stars and the moon dimmed.

Everything above the snowy region, against the backdrop of the Holy Sacrifice Formation above his head, turned into an oppressive scarlet.

Zen Master Xuelang sat cross-legged on the ground, his snow-white monk's robe stained with dust mixed with ice and snow foam, and he didn't care at all, as if no matter when and where he was, and what kind of situation he was, he was so indifferent.

In the slender palm, the Buddha beads turn lightly.

After listening to Qu Zhengfeng's words, a somewhat kind smile appeared on his face, and he actually asked, "Yang Jin Daoyou has already mentioned that the Holy Son is the son of the Buddha, and it is a special place called from the reincarnation of a hundred lifetimes. Regarding the matter of the new secret, Yang Jin Daoyou knows much more than the poor monk, since the Qu donor is confused, why don't you just ask?"

“……”

It is said that the three masters of Zen Buddhism are all powerful, and they have reached the realm of harmony and accessibility, Qu Zhengfeng originally didn't believe it very much, especially not very much that the Xuelang Zen master in front of him who had been trapped by the word "love" could also have great wisdom, but the moment he heard that rhetorical question, he knew that he was still biased.

He doesn't know if there is great wisdom, but the insight into the details is really terrifying.

At this time, the eyes of the two collided together, Zen Master Xuelang's gaze was peaceful and obscure, but Qu Zhengfeng's eyes revealed a bit of indescribable edge.

But after a while, he finally laughed.

"It is worthy of being one of the three masters of Zen Buddhism, so I didn't ask, it was because I saw that my Taoist friends were still there. Qu, a little junior sister, has her own standards for looking at people and things. When she mentioned this 'Holy Son Shanya', she knew that she had already judged in her heart that she did not regard this Holy Son as an enemy. Not everyone can be the senior sister of Yashan, I will not question her judgment, but I have my own doubts in my heart, of course, it is more appropriate to consult the Zen master in private. ”

Zen Master Xuelang smiled silently.

Qu Zhengfeng didn't continue what he said just now, but still asked about the Holy Son: "Please forgive Qu for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, the new secret sect is not the correct law, and it is incredible that this group of people with evil intentions can summon the so-called 'Buddha' from the reincarnation of a hundred lifetimes." Is this so-called Shanya really a 'Buddha', not some terrible monster?"

Speaking of this, he paused, glanced at the formation at the height, and squinted slightly: "Or ask more rudely, is this Holy Son Shanye, really a 'human'?"

Is the Son of Shan really human?

Zen Master Xuelang clasped his hands together, and like Qu Zhengfeng, he looked at the heights, hiding his melancholy and accessible eyes, revealing a bit of compassion for the world, and pronounced a Buddha name, only sighed gently: "How can the poor monk ever say that the Holy Son is a 'human'?"