Anguo Temple was washed in blood, just the night after Qingyuan left.

He, on the other hand, witnessed the slaughter......

At noon, Qingyuan packed his bags and left Anguo Temple alone according to the instructions of Abbot Huikong, intending to go north, but he had just gone down the White Eagle Mountain, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"The seal is loose...... The ...... of the Catastrophe on Earth"

Please Yuan stood still, stayed where he was, and muttered to himself, in an instant, all kinds of possibilities poured into his mind, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, he couldn't help but disobey the teacher's orders, turned his head and ran towards Anguo Temple.

But when he arrived, Anguo Temple was no longer the place where Buddhism was cultivated in the past, and the crimson blood that came out of the crack in the door stained the pansy that Qingyuan had planted with his own hands.

"This ...... Here's what's going on......"

The heart-rending wails that came from inside the temple caused Qingyuan to lean back in fright, and he fell to the ground, his pupils rapidly dilated, and he stared at the smoke billowing behind the wooden door.

In just a moment, he reacted to everything, and what he feared really happened.

Qing Yuan's hands were clenched into fists fiercely, and the palms of his hands were pinched out of blood marks. He held back the grief in his heart and quietly climbed the wall in front of the door.

However, when he saw the view of the temple, he was close to collapse.

On the top beams of the eaves, there are arrow feathers with flint, densely packed, and the old wooden house is about to burn to ashes.

And above the hundred-year-old Bodhi in the center of the empty courtyard, hanging is his former companion......

But they were no longer breathing, their brown Zen robes were burned red with blood, and the wounds on their chests were even bubbling with blood, soaked into the Bodhi soil.

Vaguely, Qingyuan also saw an extremely familiar face - it was his best friend Qingchen.

"Uh......h Woo ......" Qingyuan couldn't hold back the churning pain in his heart anymore, and tears splashed down in big drops.

But he could not cry heartily, he could only bite his tiger mouth to prevent himself from crying, and the deep tooth marks bit through the skin and embedded in the flesh, and the warm and salty blood seeped into his mouth.

But at this time, Qingyuan no longer felt pain.

He tried to escape it all, closing his eyes tightly, but the constant smell of blood on the tip of his nose and the screams of his companions under the sword of tragic death were inescapable of facts.

It's like a sharp knife that scrapes off his heart.

But suddenly, the sound of swords in the temple suddenly stopped, and the excessive silence made Qingyuan open his eyes.

I saw that it was Elder Huikong!

He was caught by a man in a dark red robe with a sharp sword between his neck and entered the empty court, and the rest of the people around him stopped slaughtering when they saw him.

"Young master! The monks in Ankokuji Temple were questioned one by one, but they didn't know where the things were. A man in black knelt down on one foot and told his followers about the situation.

The man in red did not answer his words, but only beckoned to those who followed him, and immediately, they brought dozens of monks, including the capital supervisor Huineng and the rest of the elders.

"Back to the young master, the elders in Anguo Temple have been brought, and these dozens of monks were captured by our brothers after escaping."

Hearing this, the young master turned his head slightly, and finally opened his mouth, "Bring it forward." Her words fell lightly, without a hint of emotion.

But this was enough to surprise Qingyuan, but he didn't expect that the culprit who slaughtered hundreds of people in Anguo Temple was actually a woman!

After he spoke, the subordinate hurriedly pushed the monk who had tied his hands forward, and then the crowd formed a large circle and surrounded them.

"Abbot Huikong, we didn't come this time to stain the holy land of Buddhism with blood, but your mouth is too hard, no matter how you ask, you don't want to give me an answer." The woman said softly, every word filled with bone-chilling cold.

When the abbot heard this, he just smiled indifferently and closed his eyes, "If there are hundreds of thousands of eons, the work will not die, and when karma meets, the retribution will be repaid." ”

His frank appearance didn't look like a person who was about to become a wronged soul under the knife, but this relief angered the black-clothed gangsters around him.

"Hey! You old immortal! Think you don't understand, right? Who will taste the consequences of the curse?! ”

The leader of the man in black was angry, and he actually punched Abbot Huikong in the abdomen, and immediately, a mouthful of blood burst out of his mouth.

Seeing this, Qing Yuan couldn't hold back any longer, he let go of the hand covering his mouth, and was about to jump in with the tiles with both hands.

But at this time, Abbot Huikong suddenly looked at him, his eyes were full of kindness, as if he was talking to him about the fate, run quickly, and leave here with the wooden box.

But thanks to his glance, Qingyuan stabilized his heart, the corners of his lips pursed, and he carefully retracted his body, but his eyes always fell on the old man who was smiling at him.

"Shadow! Hugh is presumptuous! The woman raised her voice and scolded the man who had beaten the abbot without permission, and then put down the sword around his neck and put it in its scabbard.

"Abbot Huikong, I know that you are a hard bone, not afraid of death, and not afraid of pain. But look at how many people in this Anguo Temple have died tragically because of you, but if you are willing to tell us where that thing is hidden, they will not end up like this! ”

As she spoke, she pointed to the dead body hanging upside down on the linden tree.

The old man opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw that scene, he couldn't help moistening his eyes, but he still remained calm and silent.

"Huh." The woman sneered, walked up to him, leaned over, "Abbot Huikong, this is the last chance, as long as you open your mouth to tell the whereabouts of Hua Qingbi, we will immediately stop it, let them go, and never come again." ”

Her slender fingers pointed at the monks who were surrounded by them, and her face in a golden mask was full of indifference.

Huikong raised his head and looked at everyone.

The faces of those young disciples were full of fear and helplessness, but the faces of the elders were smiling.

He finally made a mistake and was no longer calm, as evidenced by his clenched fists.

But at this time, Huineng, who was bound, suddenly opened his mouth, and he shouted loudly, "Huikong, in the next life, we will still be senior brothers." ”

In the next second, he bit his tongue and committed suicide......

Immediately afterwards, the rest of the elders followed him and sought death together.

"No!" Huikong's lips trembled, and two lines of tears flowed out, he knew that why they did this, because they didn't want to be a burden to him.

The woman glanced back, sighed, and shook her hand at the men in black, and after that, there was a sword and blood shadow.

Only a few seconds later, the rest of the monks of Anguo Temple, except for Huikong, were slaughtered by them.

"Abbot Huikong, you see, this is what you caused." The woman looked back, crawled into his ear and whispered, "You have broken the precepts, kill the precepts." ”

But after hearing this, Hui Kong put away his tears and smiled calmly, and the laughter gradually became louder, echoing in the blood-soaked Anguo Temple.

"I am compassionate."

These were his last words, and when he finished speaking, he bit off his tongue and fell backwards, leaving him forever.

It is said that on the night when Anguo Temple was destroyed by blood, the third Buddha of the Daxiong Treasure Hall shed tears, and the deep tears flowed to the corner of the jaw, no matter how the descendants wiped, they could not be wiped off.

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