Master Jiyan seemed to be unable to hear the sound outside, and he continued to climb upward.

Master Jiyan has been practicing his fists and feet diligently since he became a monk, and he was a warrior monk when he was young, but now that he is old after all, the backlog of illnesses in his body for many years has been revealed.

He looked for a place to settle along the edge of each stupa and carefully resembled a pilgrim, the majestic stupa lining his body thinner and his arched back revealing his old age.

Every time he climbed a floor, everyone felt nervous for him, for fear that he would fall from the tower if he was not careful.

Wujie looked at the master, and his heart became more and more flustered, and a feeling of regret arose spontaneously, impacting his belief, he could die, and the people in the tower could die, but they were bound to go, but his master ...... That was the Master who raised him and taught him.

His body trembled involuntarily, and he clenched his teeth tightly so that he did not say anything remorseful.

The master was getting closer and closer to him, and the unprecepted cold sweat fell from his forehead, he looked at Master Huijing in a panic, but found that Master Huijing was no longer as indifferent as usual, and was stepping back step by step at this moment, and in the voice of the monk chanting scriptures, Huijing's movements were particularly conspicuous, which was incompatible with all this.

Not far away, I faintly saw a figure leaning towards this side, obviously to rescue Master Huijing.

Master Huijing once said that he is not afraid of death, and he will not be afraid, but now his appearance is not as he said.

Wujie couldn't help but be a little shaken.

Seeing that Huijing was about to escape.

"Where are you going?" Song Chengxuan's cold voice sounded.

Huijing followed the voice and looked over, and Song Chengxuan was standing there with his back to him.

"We're all here watching, and you can't go." Song Chengxuan's voice was indifferent and murderous, making people dare not act rashly.

"Bang" "Bang" sounded a few times, and several people were thrown on the ground, it was the people who came to rescue Huijing, those people staggered up from the ground, and wanted to move forward on this Huijing, but they were quickly stopped back.

Song Chengxuan didn't look back, but walked straight to Xu Qinghuan's side, Xu Qinghuan In view of Song Chengxuan's attitude, she moved her steps and leaned towards Song Chengxuan.

If it weren't for the worrying situation of Master Jiyan and the monks in the tower, they would have been able to breathe a sigh of relief now.

Xu Qinghuan refocused his attention on stepping on the foot and said softly: "Will the master ......?"

Song Chengxuan said: "It depends on whether the master thinks about it or not." ”

Wujie was confused and led astray by Huijing, and Master Jiyan wanted to save this apprentice, but I don't know if Master Jiyan's painstaking efforts and beliefs can bring Wujie back from this road.

Xu Qinghuan nervously grabbed the handkerchief.

At such a juncture, the closed door was opened, several monks walked out quickly, their faces were full of anxiety and panic, out of the stupa collapsed to the ground, sweat had already wet their robes, they looked at Huijing, their expressions were confused, their hearts were obviously greatly shaken, they are all people who follow Huijing, they are infected by the feelings of Master Jiyan and many monks who forget to die, and their hearts have changed.

Then the monks who were reciting the scriptures walked out of the stupa, and they walked a little further away and sat there cross-legged, and these monks were dedicated to the Buddha and were never shaken by Huijing.

Now they didn't look at Master Jining, as if they already knew what the outcome would be.

And they will accept such a result calmly and will not have the slightest worry.

Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel respect.

More and more monks came out, Wujie was already panicking, he was powerless to stop it, now all he could do was to detonate the firearms under him, but he couldn't lift himself, what he had thought of was so difficult to do.

In the end, the monks moved out of the large vats in the tower, and the vats were filled with the corpses of the deceased mages.

A monk walked up to Song Chengxuan and said, "There are other corpses in the tank, presumably they are the ones who were harmed by Huijing and others." ”

Now that there is evidence, Huijing can't escape easily.

Now everything has settled except for the unprecepted.

At this time, Master Jiyan had already climbed to the top of the tower, and the master and apprentice were facing each other.

"It seems that you still have a way out," Master Jiyan said, "and the Buddha also has pity on you." ”

"Master Jiyan," Xu Qing'an shouted first, "Come down, it's all right, your rebel can only blow himself up now." ”

Master Jiyan didn't move.

The undisciplined cold sweat had soaked the clothes.

"Master, let's go!" Unprecepted pale.

Ji Yan said slowly: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

Without vows, you are willing to let go, destroy your form and keep the festival, cut off your love and have no relatives, abandon your home and enter the holy path, and be willing to save everyone. ”

Ji Yan said as he took off his monk's robe and slowly put it on Wujie's shoulder.

Just like when he shaved the presiding over the unprecepts.

When shaving his hair, Ji Yan once asked: "Do you want to remove the top hair for you today?" ”

Wujie replied: "Okay." ”

Then Wujie's hair fell to the ground, and finally Jiyan put on a monk's robe for Wujie.

Everything seems to have gone back to the past, back to the moment when he was a monk without precepts, when he was still very young, his mind was pure, and at some point, he was mixed with a lot of greed that should not be there.

Wujie once hated the master for leaving, he didn't understand what it was good to be an ascetic, why didn't he take over this ancient temple, where the Buddha relics are enshrined, how many monks have to travel long distances to come here for pilgrimage, and he also felt supreme glory standing next to the master.

What they should do, as Buddha disciples, they should do.

Later, he met Huijing, and at first he was satisfied, but he gradually gave more and did what he was not willing to do.

This is his sorrow, he has long ceased to be a monk.

"Master, let's go!" Wuxian said, "The disciple has gone too far, and if you want to go all the way, the disciple will not repent, and you don't need to persuade him." ”

Ji Yan said indifferently: "I'm not here to persuade you, the choice has always been your own business, and no one can help you, but if you choose, you have to continue walking." ”

Wujie was about to speak, suddenly felt a tightness in his arm, and then his whole body was thrown out, under him was a firearm that had been placed in advance, and the firing pin of the firearm was lit, hooked with a silk thread as thin as a hair, and if he moved slightly, the silk thread might break, and when he left like this, the firing pin must have fallen.

The firearm was about to explode, and Wujie saw where he was sitting, and there was an old monk in a middle coat, who was Master Jiyan.

With a "boom", the flames rose into the sky, drowning Master Jiyan's body, and just before the huge momentum arrived, someone grabbed his arm and led him to jump down step by step from the top of the tower.

The end of Wujie's nose was full of the smell of gunfire, which was faintly mixed with the breath of Master Jiyan, yes, Master had been shattered by the firearm, and the blood was mixed with the dust and scattered.

Wujie suddenly remembered that when he practiced Buddhism with Master, Master had said.

"Wujie, do you know that when people come to this world, they can't leave alive, no one knows where we're going, and we can't regret the road we have walked, but if one day, you are wrong, and you can still have a chance to regret it, then repent!"