Daoxuan and Shenxiu's voices were not loud.

But because the dojo was too quiet, the voices of the two floated away, and even the highest part of the dojo of Enlightenment Mountain could be heard, Song Yiren, who was pressing the back of the wooden wheelchair with both hands, lowered his eyebrows, and tilted his hat down an arc, he looked at the back of the old man in front of him, and said slowly: "Uncle Gu Xing, if I am not mistaken, since I left Lingshan with a serious illness, the Zen law has been separated from the mountain for more than ten years. ”

The old man, who closed his eyes slightly, said hoarsely: "Fourteen years." ”

The bright eyes under the hat narrowed into a crescent moon, and Song Yiren smiled: "Then they should not have seen each other for more than ten years...... Will we see you again in private?"

Gu Xing just smiled.

"So...... There is another issue that has to be considered. ”

Song Yiren sighed lightly, "What can they do when they meet." ”

Zen and Ritsuko, one in retreat and penance, the other walking around, separated from each other, would not have met once in 14 years...... Maybe it was an accident or maybe it was destined, this hidden and unknown past was said during today's Zen law duel, which has to make people think of the question in Song Yi's mouth.

Daoxuan and Shenxiu met seven years ago, what can they do?

Naturally, it will not be a meal of tea and fasting.

Naturally, it's a fight.

It can only be a fight.

So...... The answer to this question is even more curious.

Who won?

In the early spring of April, the flying leaves that were shocked by the murderous aura on the Daoxuan robe, followed him all the way up the Enlightenment Mountain, on both sides of the mountain steps, there was a gloom, and at this moment the fallen leaves covered the dojo, and the law that had always been taciturn and silent, spoke again after reporting an extremely accurate year, month and day.

"I'm not going to lose again today. ”

Song Yiren's eyes were quite complicated.

The answer to your own curiosity.

It's revealed.

Seven years ago, Ritsuko and Zenzi had a battle, and Ritsuko Daoxuan, who was promoted to a very high position on the expedition everywhere, was defeated by Shenxiu as early as seven years ago.

He held the old man's wheelchair and frowned, "This matter...... Senior Brother Shenxiu, he didn't tell me. ”

Song Yiren noticed that Uncle Gu Xing's expression was always calm, and the qi on his body was restrained to the extreme, but there was not the slightest ripple...... Does Uncle Shi know about this?

I know that seven years ago, Ritsuko and Zenko had a fight.

Do you also know that Ritsuko is defeated?

This is one of the most important things...... If Song Yiren knew that Senior Brother Shenxiu's victory was so great, he would not have designed so many Shura to drag down Dao Xuan, and this battle would no longer be as unpredictable as he had expected before.

Even, his thinking at the beginning ...... will be transformed.

From the very beginning, he was on guard against borrowing fire from the East, beware of the most powerful enemy, and beware of the man who was destined to inherit the Vinaya and was known as Vashiro.

And Senior Brother Shenxiu is actually stronger than Daoxuan?

Song Yiren's pupils contracted slightly.

A deeper, more puzzling question suddenly occurred to him.

Why didn't you realize it?

On the night of the heavy rain, the meeting between myself and Senior Brother Shenxiu, as well as the conversation between each other...... He subconsciously ignored this senior brother's cultivation, and this is the last thing that should happen, as a life star, he interviews people, just in an instant, he can sense the qi on the other party's body, cultivation, realm, whether there is something hidden and wrong.

Song Yiren looked at the dojo, between the beautiful robes, the waves of air that rolled out, shaking the fallen leaves one after another.

Following a certain fallen dead leaf, Song Yiren raised his head.

The dome of the Godo Mountain Dojo.

The air of the main hall.

Long leaves that fly down. At the highest point, at the point where it intersects with the light, there seems to be a narrow cloud.

The young man with the hat, holding on to the wheelchair, fell into a brief stagnation.

He pondered a question that lasted for a long time, from the heavy rain in Mingsha Mountain, to the meeting with Ritsuko in the suburbs, to the curse of ancient Sanskrit in the jungle, and finally the image of the Eight Formations...... These chaotic, disordered impressions would not have been answered.

But above the dome, in the shadow that slowly fell among the dead leaves.

Song Yiren saw the answer.

It was a black, illusory and real lotus petal.

Black Lotus.

Dongjing wants to borrow fire, and when Lingshan sends troops to handle it and Xiaoleiyin Temple is heavily guarded, he can still send his ghost cultivators to Mingsha Mountain...... The only explanation is that there is an "internal response".

And that Neiying must be a great man.

Ritsuko?Zenko?

Or.

An existence that has lived for a long time and has long controlled Mingsha Mountain in his hands.

This is the reason why that formation exists in the depths of the dense forest.

Song Yiren was in a trance, lowered his head, and looked at this uncle who had not seen him for a long time and had long been unfamiliar.

After the old man entered the temple by himself, he handed over all the power to mobilize the Xiaoleiyin Temple, so his vigilance was eliminated at the beginning...... He never thought that the borrowing of fire in the eastern realm would be involved in the end, and he would find out about his uncle, who was about to die.

Followed by.

There was a burst of soreness in his palm, as if he had been bitten by an ant, and the sour touch spread very quickly, like a bolt of lightning, Song Yiren's throat let out a very light muffled snort, he subconsciously wanted to let go and evacuate, but his hands were already out of control, followed by his arms, and his entire lumbar spine was swaying for a while.

Beside Master Gu Xing, on both sides behind Song Yiren, there were two Lingshan monks, and the two seemed to realize something, and one of them spoke, "Lord Jinglian?"

The Song Yi people can no longer speak.

His hat covered most of his face, and he also covered the tremor of his lips, and the sourness echoed in his limbs, so that he could not even make a sound.

The old man in the wheelchair raised a hand and waved.

"Let's all go down...... I have something to say to Jinglian. ”

The two monks looked at each other, a little hesitant.

The old man said calmly: "With the Pure Lotus here, I control the 'Falling Goose Array' in my hands, so I don't have to worry about my safety." ”

As soon as these words came out, the two monks also bowed and retreated.

On the high platform of the dojo, there were only two lonely people left.

The old man's voice, slow and steady, "There are only two of us left." ”

"The 'Falling Goose Array' has already been laid down in the Dao Mountain Dojo, and when the talisman is activated, your voice and divine thoughts will be enclosed in this three-foot space. The old man sat in a wheelchair, looking a little lonely, but his eyes were full of indifference, "Before the result of the Zen law dispute is settled, you will accompany me to watch it, if there is anything you can't figure out, I can tell you." ”

The whole body trembled.

Countless starlight burst out, and the young man who wanted to break free from the shackles of the formation couldn't even shake off the fallen leaves on the hat.

The Falling Goose Array has been launched.

This formation, when repairing the Xiaoleiyin Temple, had spent a lot of effort on Lingshan, known as the second holy array of Buddhism, except for the Lingshan Mountain Guard, in the territory of the East Soil, there is no formation that can be compared.

In this square inch of land, the Song Yi people were like a quagmire, unable to move.

He said with difficulty: "The ghost cultivation of Liuli Mountain in the eastern realm, you put it in?"

The old man turned his back to the hat and mumbled.

Song Yiren spoke with difficulty again, and said two words that outsiders couldn't understand at all.

"Borrow fire?"

Master Gu Xing said calmly: "Borrow fire." ”

Song Yiren closed his eyes.

At this moment, his thoughts were surprisingly calm, and countless pictures were reflected.

But he still couldn't figure it out.

Song Que had told him before that there might be someone in the Little Lei Yin Temple who had colluded with the Eastern Demon Sect...... But he never imagined that this person would be his uncle.

Cultivating to the realm of Master Gu Xing, the disputes in the world have nothing to do with it, the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, the status and fame, everything you need, why bother to betray Buddhism again.

To the point of disrepute?

The old man was confined to a wheelchair, and he seemed to have opened a pair of heavenly eyes, able to see the deepest part of the human heart, and could see everything without opening his mouth.

"You must be curious why I did these ......" Gu Xing smiled softly, regained his holy and solemn countenance, and said in a solemn voice, "Because, I have seen the true Buddha." ”

Song Yi's body was shocked.

He looked at the old man in disbelief, the slowly turning head, the two of them looked at each other, the old man's eyes were pitch black, reflecting a nightmare like a nightmare, blood and fire intertwined...... As soon as the soul thought was touched, the three ancient knife scabbards made a crackling thunder and lightning sound, and a talisman tied to the outside of the waist bag burned and turned into ashes on its own.

"Song Que gave you a means of self-preservation......" Gu Xing smiled, "Others are in Lingshan, they won't come here, those two friends of yours are in a good realm, but they are not enough to break the game." After today, we will all die here. ”

There was silence.

Song Yiren bit his lip and stared at the back of the old man's neck.

The skin that should have been old and decayed, in the bare back of the neck, not only was not wrinkled, but it was smooth, and the old man's spirit had weakened, but the exposed skin was as white as a lotus, like a newborn baby...... And on the side of the shoulder, a pitch-black, narrow lotus petal spreads out.

Black Lotus.

......

......

Countless fallen leaves, shaken in the air by the energy.

One after another.

All eyes converged on Zen and Ritsuko.

All ignore one person...... A young man wearing a light shirt, standing in the dojo ring in a daze, his opponent had already abstained from leaving, the young man held the talisman token in his hand, and the practitioners who had entered the final stage of the bathing Buddha puja all chose to abstain, leaving the final duel to Shenxiu and Daoxuan.

And he held the token, and his posture was no different from those before the abstention.

The only difference is that he didn't say a word.

Not a word was spoken...... Naturally, there was no abstention.

But his opponent had already jumped down, and the stone dojo ring was empty, and he was alone.

There is only one person.

But no one could see him.

In everyone's eyes, it is a fallen leaf, a Taoist propaganda, and a divine show.

No one noticed that there was a teenager in the rain of fallen leaves.

Confused, puzzled, and puzzled stand here.

He didn't understand why these people chose to abstain......

Now that they abstained.

Then you are promoted.

The lark's thoughts were interrupted by a fallen leaf falling on his cheek, and he twisted the leaf while raising his head.

In the clear eyes of the young man, countless fragments were reflected, fallen leaves, folded shadows, and overlapping lights, and he suddenly frowned, because he saw a "thing" completely different from those verdant leaves.

A long, shaky, silhouette.

Pitch black lotus.

Staggered and landed on the hand he stretched out.