Ben Yi recited the Dharma in a low voice, and said in a slightly fluctuating tone: "It is the will of heaven that the six courts should be robbed, and even if we don't want to, it will be in vain. Now that the Master's breath has dissipated, it is obvious that he has been killed. The two of you and I will be responsible for the revitalization of Bodhi Academy. Therefore, we must forget everything, be indifferent to hatred, integrate our body and mind into the Dharma, find the truth from it, choose the right place, and build a new Buddhist monastery. ”

Jiezen shook his head and said, "If the mind is nothing, everything is calm." If there is a thought in the heart, the dust is not dispersed. Senior brother, you are profound in Buddhism and are enough to take on great responsibilities, and I have not yet passed the fate, and there is still a fate in the world. Take care, senior brother, I hope you will not live up to Master's expectations, I am going. Turning to leave, the back of the precept was a little gloomy, and there was a faint sadness.

Ben Yi sighed slightly, looked at the distant figure, and whispered: "Between life and death, it comes from a thought. Brother, take care. He got up, stood still for a moment, and then went in the opposite direction.

Leaving his senior brother, he walked aimlessly on the wilderness, feeling a little gloomy in his heart. As an outstanding disciple of Bodhi Academy, he was also in a surging mood, thinking that one day he could benefit the world, become a respected monk, and carry forward the compassion of Buddhism. But now, the Bodhi Academy is not there, the master is not there, the Six Courtyards are not there, the demons are rampant in the world, and the old ambition is so unattainable at this moment, and the deep loss fills his heart.

A little depressed, he sighed softly and looked to the southeast, where he had grown up. Now, it is no longer there, and all that is left for him is regret and regret, as well as that deep sadness and sorrow.

After a long time, he put away his frustration, looked around, and then flew into the air, shuttling between the sea of clouds. The royal qi volley, soaring for nine days, its speed is so fast, in the blink of an eye it has been a hundred miles away.

Perhaps the high-speed movement will bring people a sense of exhilaration, and the original bad mood of the meditation has improved greatly after a short time of flying. For this reason, the precepts smiled indifferently, the thought of the extinction of Buddhism hovered in his heart, and the former tranquility returned to his side.

During the flight, he forgot about the worldly things and immersed himself wholeheartedly in the broad and profound Dharma, almost reaching the realm of the six senses of channeling.

This is an extremely superior Buddhist Zen realm, which has nothing to do with the time of cultivation, but focuses on a word of enlightenment, once you enter that realm, it is like a pearl of wisdom in your hand, and you can grasp everything around you when your mind turns.

At this moment, Jiezen is on the edge of this realm, although it is still a little bit worse, but the keen spiritual sense of the nearby sense has increased several times, which makes him inadvertently discover a strange aura.

It is said that the aura is strange because it appears and disappears, one moment is upright and peaceful, and the other moment it is eerie and evil, which makes it difficult to distinguish.

This breath came from the ground, but it suddenly disappeared when the precept was paying serious attention, which made the precept startled, and he immediately woke up from the silence.

Stopping, Jie Zen looked at the foot, it was an undulating hill, and that strange smell came from a valley.

After thinking for a while, Jiezen said to himself: "Since we met, we have a fate." Good karma and bad karma are inevitable. After saying that, he fell and came to the ground.

After a few glances around, Jiezen's gaze stayed on the edge of a mountain cliff covered with rattans.

There, the blue-gray stone walls were covered with rattans, and about three feet above the ground, there was a particularly dense place, and there was a faint smell of something strange.

Jiezen looked at it and knew that behind the rattan was a hole, but what would be hidden in the hole?

Demons, monsters, or beasts, or nothing?

While thinking, a strange murmur came from the cave, and the heart of the precept was moved, and he immediately flew up, and came to the stone wall in a blink of an eye.

At this time, he was about to enter, but suddenly a strong wind shot out, bounce him away from the defenseless.

Jiezen was a little surprised, and while resisting that strength, he changed his body method, and soon returned to the entrance of the cave again, paying attention to the situation inside.

This time, there was silence in the cave, and there was no more strong wind coming out.

After observing for a long time, there was no movement, and then he parted the rattan on the stone wall and rubbed his body into it through the six-foot-large hole.

Walking all the way along the cave, after a distance of about ten zhang, Jiezen came to a larger cave, where he found an acquaintance, Xu Canghai, the Danqing swordsman of the Confucian Garden.

At this time, the Danqing swordsman was lying quietly on the ground, a trace of black gas appeared on his pale face, the person was already unconscious, and there was a pool of black blood on the ground on the side, and there was nothing else.

Seeing this, Jiezen exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly flew down to his side, crouching down to check his injuries.

Soon, Jiezen came to a conclusion that the Danqing swordsman in front of him was dying, and the reason why he didn't die was because he had a strange poison in his body, and it was that poison that maintained his life and devoured his life.

This may sound contradictory, but what is the actual situation, and I don't understand why he did it like this.

Thinking that Danqing Swordsman and Master Faguo were together that day, Jiezen decided to save him no matter what, and then asked about the events of the day.

However, at this moment, Jiezen stood up suddenly, then turned around, and looked ahead vigilantly.

In front of him, a pitch-black figure stood still, like a ghost, except for the occasional flicker of a pair of dark blue eyes, there was not the slightest fluctuation of life.

This is a dead spirit, Zen thought to himself. For the current encounter, he has a faint feeling in his heart, but he doesn't know why.

Putting away his panic, he said in a deep voice: "Who are you, why are you here, and this person on the ground is hurt by you?" The black shadow didn't answer, but his eyes flickered slightly, and there was a faint hint of complicated expression, but unfortunately the precepts didn't catch it.

"Why don't you speak, do you dare not answer, or do you not want to answer?" If it didn't work once, he asked a second time, obviously he wouldn't give up if he didn't get an answer.

The black shadow looked at him, and his blue eyes occasionally flashed a trace of purple, but unfortunately it was extremely short-lived, and he couldn't see it if he didn't pay attention. He noticed it, but he didn't understand the mystery, he thought it was due to some secret trick of the black shadow, so he didn't think much about it.

In the center of the cave, the black shadow and the precept were two feet apart, indifferent to each other, and no one gave in. The black shadow is very strange, and when he asks how to ask about it, he is like a dumb person, and he doesn't say a word. At the same time, he refused to leave, just so indifferent, not even the slightest change in his eyes.

After asking for a long time, he finally had to give up, and continued to squat beside the Danqing Swordsman, pressing his right hand on his chest, and slowly inputting a righteous and peaceful force to begin to heal him.

The black shadow's eyes moved, and his gaze moved to the Danqing Swordsman, staring silently like that. Two zhang away, just a step, but the black shadow did not move, his eyes only flickered slightly, and the frequency of purple mangs increased slightly.

Time passed silently, and I don't know how long it took, the Danqing swordsman on the ground moved, and with the help of the true power of the Zen Buddhism, the black aura on his face gradually disappeared, and he finally opened his eyes.

On the side, Jiezen's face was pale, in order to save the Danqing Swordsman, he could be said to have done his best and gambled on his cultivation.

If he delayed for a while, once he ran out of true yuan, not only would he not be able to save the Danqing Swordsman, but he would also be seriously injured.

Fortunately, after all, the luck was not bad, and the Danqing Swordsman woke up in time, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, and the whole person was relaxed, and he immediately fell to the ground.

Godless eyes looked straight at the side, and it took a while for the Danqing swordsman to see the appearance of Jiezen clearly, and said in a low and surprised voice: "It's you, why are you here, it's you who woke me up?" ”

Jiezen's face was slightly happy, and he nodded: "It's me, I didn't intend to pass by from above, and I noticed that there was an abnormality below, so I came to see it, and I didn't expect to meet my seniors------"

After a pause, Jiezen suddenly turned his head to look at the black shadow, only to find that he was looking at the Danqing Swordsman with strange eyes.

That glance was a little longer, not only did the Zen Zen notice it, but the Danqing swordsman also noticed it, so he also looked at the black shadow, the two looked at each other, their eyes converged on one point, but unfortunately, in just an instant, the black shadow disappeared in a flash.

Jiezen was slightly startled, and said: "Slow, don't go, who are you and why are you ---"

Danqing Swordsman sighed lightly: "Forget it, let him go, after you know his identity, you will only rely on sentimentality." ”

Jiezen was slightly stunned, looked back at Danqing Swordsman, and found that his face was desolate, with an indissoluble grief, as if the pain was eroding him.

"Senior, do you know him?"

Danqing Swordsman smiled, and the vicissitudes of life looked at the precept in a heavy mood, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Danqing Swordsman groaned softly: "Help me up, I'll take you to a place." ”

Hearing this, Jiezen got up, held his body with both hands, and asked, "Senior, where are you going to take me?" ”

Danqing Swordsman glanced around, stretched out his hand and pointed to a dark corner, and said in a low voice: "There is a cave over there, it is very deep inside, and the place we are going to is right there." ”

Jiechan replied lightly, helped him walk slowly, and asked, "Senior, how did your injury come from?" What about my master, how is he now? ”

Danqing Swordsman paused, glanced at him twice, and then continued to move forward, and said sadly: "Master Faguo has passed away, and my senior brother has also gone." The rest of me was also lucky, I was able to escape when I met an old man, but unfortunately the old man was ---Alas---"

Hearing this, Jiezen's body trembled, and the whole person almost fell, and he cried out sadly: "Master--- why is this like this, why? Senior, tell me, at whose hands did Master die? ”

Danqing Swordsman didn't persuade him, because some things can't be calmed down without experiencing sadness, so when it's time to vent, there is no need to endure it.

"Just that morning, after your master sent you away, we met the Black Tiger King of the Demon Domain. That battle was tragic and tragic, but unfortunately the gap in strength was not something we could change after all, so it was still ------ in the end."