Chapter 577: The Past Past

The sentence "You take the bowl and go" instantly stunned everyone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Mahayana such as the bowl bowl, the treasure of Buddhism from the thunder sound realm, annoying the empty actually want to give it to the fat man?

Not only Hong Wu, but even Chen Kang himself frowned, and glanced down at the bowl in his hand.

"What's the matter, that annoying empty actually made a Buddhist salute to the fat man? The Fourteenth Lama, the Supreme of the Three Tribulations, why would he be so respectful to a Jindan period? Hong Wu, who was ten miles away from the Black Eagle Canyon, his divine thoughts jumped suddenly, revealing an extremely surprised expression. The big crocodile, on the other hand, was crawling in the woods, not daring to move. The breath of emptiness makes it feel terrified.

"Annoying, do you want to use this broken thing to break the past? Since Zangkong confessed his mistake, why didn't he come to see me in person? ”

Looking at the Mahayana bowl in his hand, the fat man was silent for a long time before he raised his head and said with a solemn face.

"Shizun is not wrong, he just doesn't want to see you sink deeper and deeper. In this world, there is no karma that Buddhism cannot resolve. As long as you are willing to let go, you will become a Buddha on the ground. Fuku shook his head, still clasping his hands together. This action is eternal and unchanging, and it comes naturally.

"Hahahaha...... Become a Buddha on the ground? I have practiced for so many years, picking it up countless times and putting it down countless times. Where is the Buddha? Where is the mercy? Where is the other side? Annoying, you can only use this to deceive those ignorant and foolish people. Don't talk nonsense, unless Zangkong personally kneels in front of me and admits his mistakes, don't think about peace in all parts of Mongolia! The fat man's face turned grim, as if he had made up his mind, and he looked at the empty and sneered.

"Buddha is always there. The world is the place where the Buddha let us practice. Grievances and hatreds, life and death, where there will be eternal and unchanging existence. Uncle Yude, it's been five hundred years, and you still can't let it go? Nu Kong sighed, his eyes looked directly at the fat man, full of hope and helplessness.

"yes, it's been 500 years...... But these 500 years are no different from one day to me. I have never regretted it, so why should I let it go? Annoyance, your Dharma can't kill me, let's go, I don't want your Mahayana bowl. When the fat man said this, he suddenly threw the bowl in his hand back to Fukong. This supreme treasure of Buddhism was returned like this. But in the eyes of the fat man, he can't see the slightest pity, only an unswerving killing intent, stubbornness, and persistence! This scene once again shocked Hongwu.

After retracting the bowl, Nukong lowered his head and was silent for a long time. The fat man didn't care about him, turned around and flew towards the west. Immediately, Li Pei ordered the troops to retreat. In an instant, the Haxinqi army was gone. The entire Black Hawk Canyon also fell silent. The vast battlefield left only thousands of corpses and untold blood......

King Yuli was almost killed by the fat man, and he escaped death, where did he dare to pursue. After being silent for a long time, he came back to his senses and hurriedly bowed down to the 14th Lama in mid-air. The Yellow Cloth Sect Leader personally descended, and this was an incomparably glorious moment. NusKong didn't say much after receiving the salute, and suddenly glanced at the mountains in the distance. Then he frowned, stepped into the void and disappeared.

It wasn't until half an hour after Fukong left that Hong Wu flew away from the depths of the mountain range. At this time, the army of Kashgar had also withdrawn from the Black Eagle Canyon. The battlefield was empty, and many corpses were not buried. It can be seen how hurriedly the two armies left.

After turning around in place, Hongwu followed the big crocodile and came to the palace of Haxinqi again. The fat man seemed to know that Hongwu was coming, and stood alone in the garden and waited.

"I know you have something to say, and since I'm over, I'll tell you everything."

As soon as Hongwu fell into the garden, the fat man turned his back to him and sighed. Then, without waiting for Hongwu to answer, he began to pace in the huge garden. Hong Wu frowned, looked around, and found that an unusually powerful enchantment had already sealed the void. People from the outside can't get in, and people from the inside can't get out. Not even his divine thoughts could be extended to the slightest.

"Alas, it turns out that the fat man's cultivation has reached a point where even I can't figure it out. It seems that he said that he couldn't kill himself, and he wasn't bluffing......" Hong Wu looked at the fat man's back and sighed. I just feel that the person in front of me is becoming more and more mysterious. The farther you go, the farther you go. In the body of this King Haxinqi, Hong Wu no longer seems to be able to find the figure of the fat lama back then.

"I was born as a disciple of the Yellow Cloth Sect, and since I can remember, I have been practicing under the seat of the 13th Lama Zangkong." The fat man walked for a moment, then suddenly stopped and began to speak.

"As I grew older, year after year, one day at the age of twenty, I remembered my past. Five hundred years ago, I was the second deity of the Yellow Coat Sect, that is, the disciple of Zangkong. If nothing else, when I am in seclusion, I will be the future master of the Yellow Clothed Sect. At that time, in order to compete for the guardianship of the Mahayana Nyorai bowl, there was a war between the Buddha and the Huangyi Sect every other day. The disagreements within Buddhism also made the various ministries in Mongolia at that time blaze and suffer. I can't bear to suffer from the suffering, but the Mahayana bowl is related to the mystery of the thunder sound realm, and I have to fight. So he infiltrated the great world of Buddhism and wanted to steal the bowl. At that time, it was the ninth generation of the Buddhist sect who guarded this magic weapon, and I was bent on ending this dispute that had lasted for tens of thousands of years, so I made a ruthless decision to kill the nine generations of the host by virtue of cultivation, and won the Mahayana Nyorai bowl......"

When the fat man said this, he took a deep breath, suddenly paused, and his eyes became extremely misty. Although his tone of voice was slow and calm, it was like an earth-shattering war song, which shocked Hong Wu to the extreme.

"And then?"

Later, in order to take revenge, the always pure Buddhism poured all the power of the sect into the mountain gate. You also know that after the split of Buddhism, the strength of Buddhism was far above that of the Yellow Cloth Sect. It's just that the group of monks of the Buddha Sect are dedicated to the Buddha, and they have no quarrel with the world, and they are not very famous. But this time, I was wrong. At that time, there were two major elders in the Buddhist sect, both of whom were cultivated in the Three Tribulation Realm. They gave Kurakura two options. First, the two religions are at war and will not die. Second, kill me, and the Yellow Cloth Sect will be in charge of the Mahayana bowl for a thousand years. ”

When the fat man said this, he turned around and looked at Hong Wu quietly. At this moment, he was like an ancient sculpture, silent for a thousand years, buried for a thousand years. He didn't say the rest of the words, but Hong Wu already understood. "The Thirteenth chose the latter, let you die, and kept the Mahayana Nyorai bowl for a thousand years! Yes, he didn't hesitate to choose the latter, but I don't blame him. ”――