All the way to hide the figure, do not leave the slightest trace under the feet, Yuqing Linyun Gong is like a god, a step to resist the wind, not long after, has come to the sky Buddha light near the front.

The light of the Buddha in front of him is no longer as pure and holy as when it was first discovered by Yu Qinglin just now, but it is getting weaker and weaker, as if it has been forcibly suppressed by external forces for no reason.

Have scruples and think twice. Yu Qinglin stopped, stopped in the sky above the Buddha's light, and the dust was turned out by him again, stepping on his feet.

"This is the end of Yecheng West Street, I heard that the Lingfeng Temple, the treasure temple of Xuanguo Yecheng, is here, looking at this direction, this should be the mountain behind the Lingfeng Temple, or not, uninvited, and go down to have a look."

Far above the clouds, ethereal, Yu Qinglin looked carefully before and after, except for the faint Buddha light, there was no other abnormality, so he let go, flicked a sword finger, and flew into the Buddha light with the dust under his feet.

"Hahahaha! Old bald donkey! It seems that you are also a little overwhelmed! I even called a helper! ”

As soon as he entered the center of the Buddha's light, Yu Qinglin felt like he had entered a vast and boundless maze, but it was more accurate to say that it was not so much a maze as a void. It was dark, boundless, as if all the light had been swallowed up.

In my ears, there seemed to be a strange voice coming from all directions. It sounded weird, suddenly it was a man in the prime of life, suddenly it was a pale-headed old woman, and suddenly it was a delicate daughter's house, and after a while, it suddenly became the voice of a yellow-mouthed child.

"Amitabha, one day when I am born purely, you evil demons will not have a chance to take advantage of it."

Yu Qinglin heard the voice of another person, the other party should be an elderly monk, but he followed the direction of the voice, but he still saw nothing except the darkness of sleepiness.

However, the next moment, when he was not sure of the direction, at the source of the voice, a majestic Qingsheng Buddha Qi emerged and rushed towards him, and Yu Qinglin hurriedly dodged.

"Ah!! Old bald donkey, you are already on the verge of death, and you have forcibly cultivated yourself to trap me in this broken temple, do you think that you have trapped me year after year, year after year, how long can you last? ”

The "evil demon" in the monk's mouth, although he was injured by Fang Cai's Buddha qi, but his momentum did not decrease, and the Buddha light shrouded in this dark void dimmed a little.

"Amitabha, pure life is a monk, and he has long put life and death aside, if you take me alone, you will fall into hell forever, and you will not see the light of day, and it is also a great merit to think about it."

"Whoosh!" It was another Qing Saint Buddha Qi that was exactly the same as Fang Cai's attack.

Fierce and pressing, with one into three, three and three, and finally into countless golden shining "swastika" characters, overwhelmingly towards the surrounding darkness of the universe dispersed, clinging closely, there are silk threads connected, such as the stars, the warp and weft are meticulous and distinct, thousands of knots, like a net of heaven and earth will be firmly net the entire void.

"Brake!" It was the sound of the owner of the corner of the clothes moving sharply and passing the eye of the wind. Yu Qinglin saw an old monk dressed in a pure white robe coming over.

As he put his palms together, the sound of Sanskrit sounded, and a string of white glazed prayer beads became long, and the strange darkness around him was also covered by a Buddhist net composed of the word "swastika", which shrank and became smaller and smaller, until it changed into a black mist-like thing, which was completely netted.

When he saw the evil demon and caught it, Master Pure Life was almost a chess move, but he relaxed his guard, chanted in his mouth, and was about to personally put the rosary restored to its original size on the mouth of the Buddha net, when suddenly, there was a trace of black mist like a fish that slipped through the net, leaking out of the net, and turning into an invisible blade when it landed, passing through the chest, and the distance between the centrifugal passes was only an inch long.

Panicked by this attack, although it was not life-threatening, it gave the evil demons in the net a chance to take advantage of, seeing that the Buddha net collapsed into powder in an instant visible to the naked eye, and the darkness of Fang Cai spread unceremoniously again.

"Wait, since you say that I am the helper found by this master, how can I sit idly by?!"

Before the words fell, Yu Qinglin put the dust whisk in his hand behind him, and threw it into the air, and a whisk of dust turned several times in the air, and while rotating, it also changed.

At the same time, Yu Qinglin performed the ethereal and fast body again, jumped up, took the changed dust in his hand, and went straight to the black fog that was still spreading overhead.

"Khooth! Boom! Sonor! Boom! The echo of the hand-to-hand battle, I could only see that the light in mid-air was constantly staggered, and the black fog gradually fell into the wind.

Seeing this, Master Jingsheng, who sat down on the spot and lowered the injuries on his chest, hurriedly restarted the Sanskrit sound, and he was able to control the evil demons in one phase.

As the black mist retreated one after another, living up to expectations, Yu Qinglin's last palm shot down the black mist that had condensed into a ball, and Master Pure Life immediately sealed it with a long string of white glazed prayer beads.

"Amitabha, today depends on the cooperation of the donor, if you don't give up the dislike, let the old man serve tea and thank you?"

Today's event, everything has settled, Master Pure Life clasped his palms together, and very warmly invited Yu Qinglin, who had just flown down.

Although this demon had been injured by his Buddha light before, his skill was also greatly weakened. But it was not easy for the young man in front of him to be able to escape unscathed.

Master Jingsheng thought in his heart, and inadvertently glanced at the sword that Yu Qinglin was still holding in his hand, and transformed from the dust. Master Pure Life narrowed his eyes and took a closer look again. On the body of the sword glowing with cold light, there are two lines of small seals:

"The bamboo is jade, and the feather is high."

Years ago, he had seen it.

The treasured fragrant tea is in the lamp, and the sandalwood incinerator is on the side. By chance, Yu Qinglin, who met in the quiet place behind the Lingfeng Temple, sat opposite each other with Master Jingsheng, and after talking, they were very close to each other.

"Master Yu, you frequently look sideways, but you are curious about the string of white glass prayer beads on the old man's neck and the evil demons sealed inside?"

Master Jingsheng broke a sentence, but Yu Qinglin didn't admit it directly. "Master Pure Life, I just saw that you are just as curious about my sword......"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and they tacitly agreed. Yu Qinglin made a long story short, and told Master Jingsheng about meeting a little monk wearing the same white glazed Buddha beads when he met Subigara earlier.

"Whew."

After hearing this, Master Jingsheng put down the teacup in his hand lightly, sighed, and shook his head.

"That little monk is my little apprentice Zhenzhi, donor rest assured, he is fine, but now he has been punished by me to copy scriptures in the quiet room, facing the wall and thinking about it."

"Hmm, Master Pure Life, why are you curious about my sword?" As soon as Yu Qinglin's words fell, not far behind him, the saber that was casually inserted on the ground flew back into his hand on his own initiative, and instantly turned into an ordinary dusty appearance, and was thrown away by Yu Qinglin, and the thousands of snow silk silver fell on his arm again.

Seeing a whisk of dust here, Master Jingsheng's heart immediately had a conclusion in his heart about the matter that he had doubts about earlier, and since he had a conclusion, it was better to take this opportunity to directly verify it.

With what he thought in his heart, Master Pure Life did not come out of a twist, and asked directly, "I don't know the head of the Dao, but it is from the Water Stopping Peak?" The heavy spell on Prince Xuanyuan's left eye was performed by the Dao Master? ”

"Hmm...... Master, since you ask me this, you must have the answer in your heart, and if you have the answer, whether it is right or wrong, you should not be too persistent. What's more, master, my question, you haven't answered yet. ”

The tone is not very polite, but in his heart, he is secretly wary of Master Pure Life. Zhishui Peak has been in hiding from the world for many years, and the elderly abbot of Lingfeng Temple in front of him, could it be that he has met his master who has been traveling abroad for many years?

Master Jingsheng's face was kind, his face was full of wrinkles, and the smile that had never been put down at the beginning suddenly changed, and his face turned into a piece of remorse as the eyebrows on his brow bones were completely white, and his eyebrows, which were long and hung down to his shoulders, shook.

"Yu Dao Chang, you and I are just drinking tea here, talking like this, it is inevitable that there are some calculations, and if it goes on like this, there will be hurt and anger. But there's a story here, would you be interested in hearing it? ”

Master Jingsheng got up from his seat, Yu Qinglin also stood up together, only to see Master Jingsheng holding another string of prayer beads in his hand, one by one, and the steps under his feet also came with the rhythm of the beads, he slowly walked to the middle of the Zen courtyard, Yu Qinglin followed. Without waiting for him to respond, Master Pure Life's long eyebrows trembled with a frown in the center of his eyebrows, and the beginning of the story began.

"A long time ago, there was an emperor who had a whim one day and wanted to recruit capable people for the community and the people. After seven days and seven nights of competition, there was only one middle-aged monk and two other Taoists left in the hall, and those two Taoists, one was an old Taoist, and the other was his apprentice, who looked like young girls......"

At the beginning of the story, Yu Qinglin faintly felt that something was wrong, but he put it aside for the time being, and asked in his heart, and it was not too late to ask after the story of the Pure Life Master in front of him was finished.

"The Emperor's decision created an unexpected problem for both sides, and he brought them to the cabinet and asked them to meet a child. At this critical juncture, the old Taoist only let the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl next to him step forward, and the little girl was not timid, but only turned around beside the child, looked at it from head to toe, and came to a conclusion. ”

"Little girl?" Yu Qinglin frowned, muttered a sentence in his mouth, and followed behind Master Jingsheng, not knowing that he had walked back and forth a few times in this small Zen courtyard.

Master Jingsheng did not reply to Yu Qinglin's words, but still continued to speak on his own.

The middle-aged monk was a young abbot, and he recognized that the child was the emperor's crown prince. The emperor asked him to say first, and the middle-aged monk told the truth that the child was the face of the emperor. However, the little girl sneered at the time, and then she said very resolutely that the child would never be a generation of Ming monarchs in the future, and if he ascended the throne one day, he would be in danger of losing the country within twenty years. The emperor was furious on the spot, but the old Taoist and the little girl took the sword on the spot and disappeared. ”

At this point in the story, the two of them paced and happened to return to the tea case. Master Jingsheng poured the tea cup of the two with his own hands, and after taking a sip of fragrant tea, he continued to speak.

Later, the middle-aged monk still returned to the temple to be his abbot, but the temple where he was located became a treasure temple to protect the country. A few years later, one day, he was summoned to the palace again, and the emperor still asked him to show a young man. The young man and the prince are very similar in appearance, much younger, and much shorter, although he died early, but faintly exudes the emperor's dragon energy, and the monk had to tell the truth again, the emperor's appearance, but he will not live long. The Emperor sighed at that time, as if talking to an old friend, about the crown prince, who has become more and more obedient and arrogant in recent years, and about the ministers of the court, headed by Prime Minister Zhuo, who asked for the change of crown prince......"

Because he was injured by the evil qi, even if the blood had stopped, Master Pure Life couldn't help coughing a few times, stroking his chest, seeing Yu Qinglin's worried face, Master Pure Life shook his head and said that it was okay.

"Within a few years, the emperor was ill, and the state affairs were handed over to the prince, after that, the prince's younger brother accidentally fell to his death, and within a few years, because of the death of the crown princess, the prime minister's family was also beheaded all over the house, and only a young child who ran to protect the national treasure temple because of a moment of greed escaped the catastrophe."

After the story was told, the tea in the hand of Master Jingsheng was also finished by him.

Although this story is told very ordinarily, and there is no direct name, it is not difficult to guess that the middle-aged monk in the story is the master of pure life in front of him, and the young child who escaped by luck should be the little monk Zhenzhi who Yu Qinglin has only seen once, and as for the little girl, it must be his good sister.

Secretly smiling in his heart, Yu Qinglin shook it, he couldn't imagine that he still had such a relationship with the Pure Life Master in front of him.

After drinking the tea, Master Jingsheng put his palms together, and his face was a look of shame.

"Investigate the cause and effect, if it weren't for the fact that the old man couldn't cultivate back then, hastily speaking, they wouldn't have died, Amitabha Buddha ......"

Seeing this, Yu Qinglin had no choice but to speak out to convince him, "Master Jingsheng doesn't have to blame himself, according to your words, the emperor had wolf ambitions back then, how could it be the master's fault later?" ”

A word of comfort could not easily resolve the regret that had been in the heart of the Pure Life Master for many years, but now, the Pure Life Master also had another more important matter.

The eyes look at each other, and their meaning is self-evident. The anger has not been eliminated, even if there are heavy spells to suppress it, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not have an impact on Xuanyuan Xuanyuan.

"Master Pure Life, please rest assured, since I am the one who supervises Xuanyuan Jue, if he really has a day when he does a lot of evil, then I will be the first to not let him go!"

The resolute promise came out of the mouth of the Daoist in front of him, and Master Pure Life knew that he was worthy of trust, otherwise, that sword would not have appeared in his hand.

Standing in the center of the Zen Temple, watching Yu Qing go away from the wind, Master Jingsheng was full of guilt.

"It's not my fault, but because of my words, how many of them are implicated and killed?"