The dull old Buddha horn suddenly sounded outside the sword casting workshop, and Mura Masahiro shook his spirit one by one, and played it directly from the ground, this Buddha horn was like a heavenly sound to him, and the morning bell and dusk drum sounded loudly in his ears.

Muramasa Hongichi hurriedly greeted the sword casting workshop, only to see a huge monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, walking towards the sword casting workshop under the guidance of the young man of the sword casting workshop, wearing a bright yellow monk's robe, obliquely draped in a vermilion robe, outlined with red gold thread, looking solemn from a distance, there is an urge to take refuge in my Buddha.

"Zen Master Miaoshan." Muramasahiro stumbled over and bowed respectfully to the fat monk with his hands folded.

"Hehe, Hongyi don't have to be like this, the old man already knows about the empty cicada, and he can't say that this is still a creation for him." Zen Master Miaoshan folded his hands and returned a Buddha salute, showed a slight smile, and said to Muramasa Hongichi.

"Yes."

Muramashiro was shocked, and looked at Zen Master Miaoshan with some astonishment, but he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he had to retreat to the side and wait for Zen Master Miaozen's orders.

"Lord Hongyi, don't be so restrained, this is your territory, let's just go in and see the empty cicada, you have no opinion." Zen Master Miaozen glanced at Muramasa Hongichi and said gently.

He still has some impressions of Muramasa Hongichi, although he is a sword-casting master, but he is too much of a philistine, likes to be calculating, suspicious, and is destined not to become a sword-casting master for the rest of his life, all the ring knives in the temple are from the workshop of the Muramasa family, and the quality is not bad.

"There are no secrets in the Muramasa workshop, and you can't be honest with the master, just go in." Muramasahiro wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said curtly.

"Master, please." After speaking, Muramasa Hongichi hurriedly stepped forward to personally guide Zen Master Miaozen.

Jokes, who doesn't know that you Miaoshan Zen Master is angry-eyed Ming King, decisive in killing, even if the shogun sees you, he has to give three points, not restrained, not informal, I don't know when my head moves.

"Thank you, donor." Zen Master Miaozen bowed slightly, and followed Muramasa Hongichi into the sword-forging workshop.

This village is really worthy of being a sword-casting grandmaster-level figure, a sword under the blow of his flowing water, has appeared his perfect prototype, the swimming fish pattern on the top of the hundred Xuan appears is lifelike, it seems to swim in the water under the fire of Youlan, as if it is a work of art that is about to take shape, not a murderous weapon.

"Empty cicada, have you ever understood?" Zen Master Myozen looked at Muramasa Chiba, who was forging a katana, and said kindly.

"The disciple is enlightened." Muramasa Chiba's right hand trembled slightly, but he still didn't stop the hammer in his hand, and it kept pounding on the workbench.

"Amitabha, Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust. Now that you have a great understanding and go to the Western Elysium realm, do you still have concerns? "Miaoshan Zen Master Baoxiang solemnly praised the Buddha's name, and did not persuade Muramasa Chiba at all, but saw him off.

"Master Miaoshan, my brother him?" Muramasa Hongichi was suddenly anxious, if Muramasa Chiba died, their Muramasa family would have no backer, and they would not be able to let people swallow it all in the future, he could no longer care about the deterrence of Zen Master Miaoshan, and reminded anxiously.

"Amitabha, Hongyi's words are wrong, this is the great creation of the empty cicada, how can the poor monk stop it." Zen Master Myozen said with a smile, a pair of sharp eyes staring straight at Muramasa Hongichi, as if he had already seen through his inner thoughts. "Then the Muramasa family forges the sword for a day, and I, the Nichiren Sect, will shelter for a day, so donor Koichi will do it yourself."

"Yes, yes." Muramasa Hiroichi suddenly soaked his clothes in cold sweat and said in fear.

"Hmph." Zen Master Miaoshan snorted coldly, and asked Xiang Muramasa Chiba again, "Do you have any worries about the empty cicada?" ”

"The disciple has nothing to worry about." Muramasa Chiba stopped thrashing and said calmly, and the katana in his hand was instantly put into the cold well water by him and quenched.

"Amitabha." Zen Master Miaoshan bowed his head and was silent for a long time, and the rosary in his hand kept flipping.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, no sound, fragrance, no touch, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old death, no old death..."

Suddenly, after Muramasa Chiba reinserted the quenched katana into the furnace, he put his hands together and silently recited the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra", and the Zen sense was strong, and he turned his head and smiled at the Miaoshan Zen Master: "Master, the disciple has gone." ”

After saying that, Muramasa Chiba suddenly jumped into the furnace of the height of the second hand, and died under the raging flames, and the red flames rose sharply, which was the same as the karmic fire flame in the legend of Buddhism.

"That's what I smelled. For a time, the Buddha lived in the city of the king's house, in the mountains of Jajari, and there were 12,000 people with the great monks. They are all arhats, all the leaks have been exhausted, there are no more troubles, they have caught their own interests, they have all the knots, and their hearts are at ease. Its names are: Arāṇṣṇṇa, Mahakaṇa, Śrupīpin Nakāṇa, Gāyaṇa, Natija, Sariputta, Maha Gandharan, Mahakajayan, Āmian Lou Tuo, Rabina, Bhavan Potti, Libhata, Bharinga, Bhakābha, Mahakūra, Nanda, Sundra Nanda, Furu Namidorani, Subodhi, Ananda, Rahura, all knowledgeable, great arhats, etc.

The solemn and solemn "Miao Fa Hua Lotus Sutra" with the martyrdom of Muramasa Chiba suddenly sounded in the sword casting workshop, Miao Shan Zen Master had no sorrow or joy, looking at the flame, his eyes reflected infinite piety, and watched the empty cicada ascend to the Western Elysium realm, proving the status of an arhat. The surrounding crowd, under the inspiration of Zen Master Miaoshan, could not help but recite the "Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Method" to send off the transcendent to the enlightened.

"No..." I don't know when, Muramasa Miaohua came to the sword casting workshop, looking at the martyred Muramasa Chiba, tears filled the haggard face, the cloak was scattered, and the whole person's soul was hollowed out, and the eyes that were smart before had long since ceased to exist, gloomy and confused.

"Second brother, my little sister is here to accompany you, and our children, when the time comes, we will still be a family over there, happy and happy, and there will be no obstacles." Suddenly, a flash of brilliance flashed in Muramasa Miaoka's eyes, muttered to himself, walked straight to the stove, and pulled out the katana that was still calcined in the red lotus fire.

"Quick, stop Miss." Muramasahiro was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly shouted at the craftsmen around him, even if he was ruthless, he didn't want his two relatives to die in front of his eyes at the same time, he didn't believe in any afterlife.

"Big brother, little sister has to go over there to accompany the second brother, otherwise he will be lonely, and he will complain about me. I'm sorry, the eldest brother and little sister can no longer do anything for the Muramasa family. Muramasa Miaohua said calmly, and then the sharp blade slashed through her delicate and white neck, Yin Hong's blood, stained the entire knife body red, with infinite relief, Muramasa Miaohua closed her eyes with satisfaction.

Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense? The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow. Hand hoe the flower out of the embroidered boudoir, endure the falling flowers back and forth. The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei; Taoli can be sent again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year? The incense nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless! Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing; When can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once adrift. Flowers are easy to see and fall are difficult to find, the front of the steps is sad to kill and bury the flower people, leaning on the flower hoe alone and sprinkling tears, sprinkling the empty branches to see the blood marks...

As soon as Muramasa Hiroshi looked at the little sister who fell in a pool of blood, two lines of turbid tears couldn't help but gush out, the cardamom of Nianhua dispersed with the wind so easily, Shaohua's red face broke his heart, and he wandered for half his life, but he ended up with a broken family, his family was far away, and he lost his knowledge and cherished it, he trembled and walked to Muramasa Miaohua, picked up the katana that was quenched twice with his little sister's blood, and his lips trembled and he couldn't say a word.

"Amitabha, let's mourn on the birthday of the Lord Hongyi." Master Miao Shan couldn't help but fold his hands and recite the "Mantra of Death" for the deceased.

He knew that the girl who had passed away in front of him was not only the sister of his beloved disciple, but also his lover, and it was also the bond of his seeking Buddha and asking questions, and it was also the hope of his enlightenment and attainment of the status of an arhat. I never expected this woman to be so strong and not hesitate to be martyred.

"Master, alas." Now Muramasa Hiroshi is a mixed taste, I can't say whether he is angry or happy, or any other feelings, but Xiaoxiong is a Xiaoxiong after all, and he knows how to maximize his benefits.

"Lord Hongyi, please rest assured, our Nichiren sect will definitely be present at the funeral of Lord Miaohua, and I will personally preside over a grand water and land puja when the time comes, so that the deceased can transcend as soon as possible and ascend to the Western Elysium realm as soon as possible. Amitabha. "Master Miao Shan clasped his hands together and took the initiative to convene a grand water and land puja.

"There's Master Lao." Muramashiro was slightly happy in his heart, and saluted to Zen Master Miaoshan.

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"This is the Muramasa knife that was martyred by Muramasa Chiba?" Hao Lao was slightly shocked, interrupted Liu Sheng's story, and said with a frown.

Judging from his years of experience in sword casting, this Muramasa sword has not even reached the master-level technique, let alone the grandmaster-level craftsmanship, which makes him frown secretly.

"Hehe, Old Hao, you're in a hurry, I haven't finished the story yet, so you can draw conclusions later." Liu Sheng shook his head helplessly, he didn't expect Hao Lao's temper to be so urgent, he didn't even have the patience to listen to the story, he really didn't know how he became a character of a double master.

"Okay, okay, you can talk about it." Hao Lao said curtly.

PS: Xiaohua recently sprained her waist, can't sit for a long time, and now she has to recuperate at home, today is only a little better, Xiaohua will try to keep changing, please reward, recommend, collect one or two, and then send a few evaluation votes is the best.