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Jiangnan Buddhism Three Treatises Ancestor Tingqixia Temple.

At this time, it is a sunny and warm and pleasant good scene, and the gentle sunlight shines on the simple plaque hanging in front of the main entrance, glowing with golden light, quite a bit of the majesty and solemnity of the Buddha's light.

The Buddha will be merciful, it is aimed at the people who can be crossed in the world, and those who cannot be crossed are all demons, and they will be killed, is this considered the greater selfishness behind the great goodness of Buddhism?

In the morning sunshine, a green dress with a calm expression, wearing a robe that would be recognized by most people as filming a costume drama when walking on the street now, with a calm expression, carrying a long sword on his back, appeared at the door of Qixia Temple in a grand manner, and walked up the stairs step by step, but there was a trace of mockery in his eyes and a complicated look that no one could tell.

There is no high temperament, no high aura.

If it weren't for the combination of this Tsing Yi and long sword giving people an unusually harmonious feeling, the tourists of Qixia Temple, who have an endless flow of people every day, would even regard him as a hero who walks the rivers and lakes to perform tricks and eat.

There are about 50 steps.

Song Qingyi walked slowly, his vision gradually broadened, and the figure of the sweeping monk in front of the door had already come into view.

Song Qingyi sighed slightly, his expression a little complicated.

He didn't understand how much wind and rain glory and disgrace were contained in this place under the light of the Buddha, and he didn't want to know, Song Qingyi only understood that a long, long time ago, in this temple, there should have been an old man who could stand up, and in one sentence, he only needed one sentence to fulfill himself for a lifetime.

That year, that day.

The wind and snow in Jinling were majestic, Song Qingyi returned to the door with a long sword on his back, and watched the woman walk past him with a child who was not yet three years old, and she didn't look back at herself from beginning to end.

The wind and snow are sick.

Song Qingyi's state of mind seemed to turn white with the wind and snow that day, until it was frozen.

The sun was shining on this day, but Song Qingyi's state of mind was like many years ago, cold and frozen, without any waves.

Song Qingyi's eyes were complicated, gradually upward, he suddenly raised his feet, and the last three steps were stepped over in one step!

It is as if I have stepped into the long river of time, and returned to that snowy night many years ago.

It's just that this time Song Qingyi didn't have a humble look, his feet fell to the ground, his body suddenly straightened, and he stood directly at the door of Qixia Temple.

The momentum is awe-inspiring and fierce, and he adjusted himself to the peak state in an instant.

Shoot your sword at any time, and play your sword at will!

The pain and lovesickness that had been buried in my heart for many years finally turned into an almost deformed fighting spirit in my chest, and my blood was boiling.

Although this Tsing Yi swordsman who is out of the sword but can definitely compete with Wang Fuxing in the peak state, the moment he stepped up the steps, his momentum suddenly increased to the top!

The young monk who was sweeping the floor at the door subconsciously took a step back.

Looking at the middle-aged man standing alone at the door with a long sword in Tsing Yi, he hesitated, finally took a step forward, subconsciously clasped his hands together, and said softly: "This donor..."

"I want to see Abbot Takaku."

Song Qingyi said slowly, looking at the young monk, his tone paused, and he added another person's name: "There is also Master Longxiang." ”

The young monk's body stiffened suddenly, and his eyes revealed a bit of strange surprise and strangeness, mixed with a hint of respect.

Qixia Temple is known as the ancestral court of the Jiangnan Three Treatise Sect, and the abbot Longkong is the name of the Buddha, every day there will be countless people trying to see each other, although the young monk is young, but in the temple has been three years, used to seeing this kind of character, now I hear that Song Qingyi wants to see the abbot, my heart is also quite disapproving, I wanted to send it away casually, but this person added a master of Longxiang in the back?

Who is Master Longxiang?

He has lived in seclusion in the temple for many years, the senior brother of the abbot Longkong, the huge Qixia Temple, and the only old monk who is sloppy and sloppy every day.

Casual and casual, follow the law and follow the fate.

He never appeared in public with the abbot, and although he did appear in the temple on weekdays, most of the time it was a place where tourists were not allowed to enter.

Such a figure, except for the disciples in the temple, ordinary tourists, will definitely not know his Dharma name.

At least the young monk has been in the temple for three years, and he has never heard anyone say that he wants to see Master Longxiang.

"Who is the benefactor?"

The young monk didn't dare to slack off, and subconsciously asked, his eyes curious.

"The old man is visiting, the Song family is in Tsing Yi."

Song Qingyi said slowly, his tone was calm, he glanced at the little monk, and said quietly: "There is little master Lao." ”

Old friend?

The young monk glanced at him, didn't say anything, and turned to enter the temple.

Song Qingyi hesitated, originally wanted to raise his heels, but after hesitating, he didn't move, standing quietly in place, waiting for the news after the other party's report.

In less than ten minutes, the young monk was already panting and running over, with a flush of excitement on his face, standing in front of Song Qingyi and gasping for breath several times before he said intermittently: "Fang... The abbot please. ”

Song Qingyi looked indifferent, nodded in thanks, and entered the temple gate directly.

The small thatched hut where Abbot Longkong once entertained Wang Fuxing and Huangfu Lingxi, which is often mistaken by tourists for a toilet, has now been rebuilt, and the interior is simple and tidy, unable to stop the scorching heat and cold, and the ordinary is almost poor and sour.

Takaku sat quietly on the chair, through the door, looking at the young man who had knelt in front of the temple all night in the wind and snow many years ago, his eyes were peaceful and full of emotion.

Song Qingyi approached step by step, walking steadily, and when he came to the thatched hut, his body subconsciously paused, seemed to hesitate, and finally stepped forward directly.

"Abbot Longkong, it's been a long time."

Song Qingyi said slowly, his tone was calm, looking at the dragon in front of him who was wearing a not new but very clean Buddhist robe, but his eyes fluctuated quietly.

Long Kong clasped his hands together and saluted back, but he didn't get up, his face was peaceful, and beside him, there were two cups of tea.

"What is the benefactor? When you come to the door today, don't you still remember the grievance many years ago? ”

Longkong said softly, seeing that Song Qingyi didn't seem to have any intention of coming over to drink tea, he didn't mind, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of it.

There are very few tea leaves in the teacup, which is bland and tasteless, but it is this blandness that makes people's hearts the most peaceful and without hustle and bustle.

Song Qingyi sneered suddenly, took a step forward, and the awe-inspiring momentum that had already been reined in suddenly swelled, as if he was poked in pain by Longkong's words, and said in a cold voice: "Master is talented, virtuous, and compassionate, Tsing Yi wants to ask for advice, how do you teach me not to remember?" ”

"There's nothing wrong with remembering. But life is troubled, or forget about it. ”

The ancient well of the long sky does not wave, the tone is not undulating, and the hands are closed, but it gives people an unusually cold and hard feeling.

Song Qingyi's momentum rose again, and he continued to move forward, the sneer on his face was already a little hideous: "Forget it? That Tsing Yi dared to ask, Uncle Futu, have you really forgotten? You can be indifferent to other people's lives and deaths, but that person is right under your nose, can you bear it? ”

Take Futu as the real name, and Longkong as the legal name.

Futu.

How many years has this name not been mentioned?

Decade? Twenty years?

Long Kong raised his head suddenly, his eyes were cold, staring at Song Qingyi, brushing and standing up, and suddenly stomped his feet.

The old monk, who was originally kind and kind, was instantly furious!

The surrounding tables and chairs also shattered under this seemingly unstomped foot!

Song Qingyi, who also raised the spirit of his body to the apex, suddenly turned pale, took two steps back, but his eyes did not waver, and he looked at Long Kong coldly, but behind Sen Han's eyes was a very good hidden look of ecstasy.

"The three major families, the contemporary head of the Xia family is mediocre, the Qin family is cowardly, the Tang family is distracted, and the down-and-out Wang family has sprung up, what does Uncle Futu want?"

Song Qingyi said indifferently, staring at the overwhelming pressure, when describing the three major families, he used a word that almost everyone would ignore.

Contemporary.

The contemporary head of the three major families.

That is, Xia Qinwei, Tang Ning, and Qin Tianjiao's fathers.

Longkong's expression was flat, his momentum suddenly converged, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to the appearance of a monk, smiled freely, and put his hands together: "Amitabha." The poor monk is already an outsider. Don't want to pay attention to the worldly things, please go back. ”

Song Qingyi was antecedents by the huge qi machine, and the momentum of the monk on the opposite side was unusually sudden, and under the strong contrast, this figure who was definitely a master outside almost vomited blood, and his face turned a little whiter, and the violent mood fluctuations kept changing on his face, sometimes gloomy, sometimes angry, and sometimes confused.

"The juniors came here today, not to invite Uncle Futu out of the mountain, but to ask the seniors to save one person and break her death!"

Song Qingyu said in a deep voice, his face changed in a thousand ways, and finally became flat, no longer in a-for-tat confrontation, he bent down lightly, and bowed deeply to the sky.

"Who?"

Longkong's eyes flashed, and his tone was not wavering.

"Huangfu Lingxi!"

Song Qingyi said word by word, although the tone was solemn, but it was extremely bitter.

"Amitabha. Old things, can't the donor still let go? ”

Abbot Longkong's eyes calmed down the moment Song Qingyi straightened up, and his hands were folded.

Song Qingyi was expressionless and silent.

"What's the solution?"

Longkong said quietly, his tone was indifferent, without any emotion, it seemed that he had really seen through the red dust, and the four were empty.

"There's a sword to solve. Name frenzy! ”

Song Qingyi gritted his teeth and said, with no hint of disguised anger in his eyes: "The frenzy is suppressing Lingxi's luck, that old immortal has never let this sword come out, his heart can be punished, it is clear that he has calculated his idea on his own apprentice, and intends to let Lingxi resist all disasters for the Wang family, he Wang family revival road, I can see it, but I can't help him if he acts like this!" Please Uncle Futu bring the frenzy to life! Death is coming, and if there is no solution, the spirit rhino will die. Die! ”

Long Kong was silent, standing quietly in place, one hand quickly turning the Buddha beads in his hand, silent.

Song Qingyi didn't wait for Longkong to respond for a long time, gritted his teeth, raised his head again, and his expression was already crazy: "If Uncle Futu finds it difficult, it's easy. Kill the king and revive, never suffer in the future! ”

Kill the King for revival!

Kill the King for revival!

This is definitely not something that can be said as Song Qingyi, but he said it so resolutely.

Long Kong's hand turning the Buddha bead stopped suddenly, the complicated and regretful look in his eyes flashed, he turned his head, his tone was indifferent, he looked at Song Qingyi and said, "Is it worth it?" ”

"It's all worth it for her!"

Song Qingyi laughed miserably, his eyes were crazy and decisive.

Takura continued to be silent, but the hand that turned the Buddha bead in his hand became more and more rapid.

There was silence in the hut for a long time, and just when Song Qingyi couldn't wait to speak again, a Buddha finally sounded in his ears: "Amitabha, the poor monk is an outsider, what does this matter have to do with me?" ”

Song Qingyi's body suddenly stiffened, his facial features froze, his pupils continued to expand, and he stared at the old monk in front of him, with a look of shock and disbelief.

"What does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with me? Hahahaha, what do you have to do with me?! ”

Song Qingyi was stunned for a long time, and finally laughed bitterly in the middle of the air, the laughter was desolate and hateful, almost crazy.

He suddenly stopped laughing, his face turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, this unusually chic and calm swordsman in Tsing Yi lost his demeanor at this time, and roared: "Old bastard, what else will you do besides shrinking here as a turtle with a shrunken head?" Haha, what does it have to do with you? Your heart, liver, and lungs are eaten by dogs? Huangfu Futu, are you worthy of Chaoge?! ”

Long Kong turned sideways to Song Qingyi, his expression calm, but he closed his eyes.

Song Qingyi said three times in a row, his tone was completely cold, and he said coldly: "Since you are ruthless and unjust, then I will kill you old bald donkey first!" ”

"Zheng !!"

The sword roars!

Song Qingyi's momentum instantly reached its peak again, and without the slightest hesitation, a sword slashed directly at the old monk whose real name was Huangfu Futu.

Takaku turned abruptly.

The hand that turned the Buddha beads paused suddenly, and the ninety-nine eighty-one Buddha beads exploded!

When the long sword arrived, the old monk's wide sleeved robe shattered instantly!

Long Kong's expression was calm, and this high monk, who was admired by countless people, took a step forward directly, and rushed into the light blatantly, with one hand like a ghost, directly slapped on Song Qingyi's chest.

The sword paused.

Song Qingyi's face turned pale in an instant, turning into a dead gray, blood gushed out of the corners of his mouth, and his body was suddenly thrown backwards!

smashed through the hut and fell to the ground.

The green clothes were already bloodstained and shocking.

The swordsman still held his sword firmly, struggling to get up, clinging to muttering, "Old bald donkey." ”

The hut is collapsing!

Abbot Longkong stepped out of the hut one step at a time, but it was King Kong who looked at Song Qingyi angrily, and shouted: "Get out!" ”