readx;? Xu Zhantang looked at the sky, the sky was dark, the thunder was mournful, and countless blood rains fell. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Screaming, and ponies who have just found their owners.

It didn't know what was happening, it only felt the resentment of its master, and only saw it lying in blood like mud.

"Yu Yu Yu!"

In the dark sky, a bloody horse crashed into Wuchen like fire.

"Amitabha. With a flick of his right hand, Wuchen gently brushed the pony aside, and he was merciful enough not to let the pony get hurt in the slightest.

Xu Zhantang wiped the blood rain on his face, stretched out his tongue and licked it, the fishy smell was very strong, so thick that he was used to seeing flesh and blood, and he wanted to vomit.

But he didn't dare, because there was no dust here.

The pony shook his horse's head, and when the dizziness of the clouds subsided slightly, he slammed into Wuchen with a sad scream, until it had exhausted all of its amazing endurance as a sweaty horse, and then staggered to the knees in front of Evil Sky and licked his master's little face with his tongue.

"Dustless, butcher!"

Four words, shouted out from the mouth of warm water in the most resentful tone, each word, a mouthful of blood, smashed on the dust-free ground, as if there were sparks splashing around.

"You pretend to be a living bodhisattva!"

"You have no compassion!"

"You are the most vicious executioner!"

"You've killed someone!"

......

With every curse he uttered, he crawled forward a foot, and when he saw Evil Heaven's calm little face and godless bloody eyes, he was grieved to death.

Xu Zhantang wiped the blood rain on his face again, and found that it was a little warm, and when he looked up, the blood rain had stopped, but what he wiped was his own tears.

Wuchen approached silently and bent down to help the warm water up.

Spit!

Losing the warm water of cultivation, she can only be like a woman, frantically scratching and scratching and spitting at Wuchen, in exchange for the words of compassion that Wuchen is calm and waveless.

"Amitabha, Lord Wen Shi is seriously ill, the old man will definitely save your life, my Buddha is merciful. ”

Spit!

Another mouthful of blood-colored spit spat on Dustless' right eye, scarlet lit up the merciful eye, like a demon's eye.

"Hahahaha, what compassion, what Pudu, you are the most vicious monk in the world!"

"You are 10,000 times more vicious than Xie Shuai!"

"The Buddha is blind!"

"The sky is blind!"

"All beings are blind!"

Wen Shui's curse continued, but his eyes had lost focus, Wuchen sighed bitterly, waved his hand to make Wen Shui fall asleep, and then picked up Wen Shui and walked towards the main hall.

The clouds open, the sun rises.

The fiery red light shone on Wuchen's body, but he couldn't wear through the black robe.

Xu Zhantang looked up at the golden plaque on the main hall, and the three words on it, Hall of Mercy, were very dazzling, so piercing that he couldn't open his eyes.

Is it the light of the Buddha that shines through the heavens and the earth......

He raised his gaze again in confusion, not seeing the golden Buddha, but as if he saw two people, and when he blinked and looked again, the figure was gone again.

"What is Lord Xu looking at?" Master Wuchen asked in harmony as he walked out of the main hall.

Xu Zhantang pointed to the sky suspiciously, Master Wuchen looked over, only saw the scene of the return of the frightened birds, and said compassionately: "Sin, the birds are afraid of killing and cultivating, and when the old man recites the scriptures a hundred times, he can get rid of the murderous aura on the mountain, if the master Xu has nothing to do, he can enter the temple to listen." ”

Xu Zhantang shook his head, bowed to Master Wuchen, glanced at the Hall of Mercy, turned around and staggered down the mountain.

At this moment, he didn't care how lucky he was to be invited by the Dustless Master to listen to the scriptures, he just wanted to escape from this dustless place, this place, so clean that he doubted, clean enough to make him fearful.

Master Wuchen sent him off with the name of the Buddha, closed the temple door, and carried the evil heaven into the main hall, and then carried a small bucket, came out with a rag, and knelt on the ground to wipe the bloodstains.

There were not many blood stains, which gradually disappeared as Wuchen wiped them, but there were four blood stains on the ground, and no matter how he wiped them, he couldn't wipe them off.

Got up and looked at it, there was a shocking feeling of blood stains everywhere, Wuchen was stunned for a long time, bowed down and said the Buddha name, and turned around with a small bucket to leave.

"Dustless, butcher!"

These four words, with blood as ink, are engraved at the entrance of the Dustless Temple.

Xu Zhantang was not mistaken, there was no Buddha manifestation in the air of Wuchen Mountain, but there were really people.

A fairy wind bone, a ragged one.

The fairy wind is bone, its name is fairy wind, and the ragged one is called the ghost wind.

Ghost Wind has a familiar nickname, crazy old man.

The dustless mountain is not high, but the two of them are very high, mortals look at it, there is a sense of horror looking back, three feet three feet from the sky, but unfortunately mortals can't see them, their eyes, but they can ignore the distance of three hundred zhang, through the temple of mercy.

"Ghost wind, this little monk is a little interesting, looking at his style of acting, he is quite like the crazy people in Leizhou. Xianfeng held a jade ruler with three red dots on it, one of which was very high and almost reached the end of the ruler, the second red dot was in the middle of the ruler, and the third red dot was at the lower end of the jade ruler.

The crazy old man didn't say anything, frowned and looked at the jade ruler, and shouted impatiently: "Lao Tzu brought you all the way to let you see the monk?"

Xianfeng glanced at the crazy old man speechlessly: "Where is such a big temper, I haven't seen it for more than a hundred years, and you treat your comrades with this attitude?" Believe it or not, I turned around and left?"

"Okay, okay, it's Lao Tzu who is wrong!" Ghost Feng was in a hurry, pointed to the jade ruler, and hurriedly asked, "How can there be three points on your measuring scale?"

Xianfeng looked at Ghost Wind like an idiot, shook his head and sighed: "It's been more than a hundred years, and you still haven't grown at all, since you know that it's a measuring scale, why can't you have three points?"

"Lao Tzu asked you to come and see the evil sky, you ......"

"Please, the measuring ruler is a soul treasure, full of spirituality, even if I don't drive, it can automatically detect this world. Xianfeng explained helplessly.

The crazy old man frowned: "A few years ago, there was a little doll who walked the dog Shi Luck and got an extraordinary Dao Fruit, plus there are only two Dao Fruits of the Evil Heaven, there can be no third!"

"Hehe, it's very simple, during the time you left, there were still people who got Dao fruits. The fairy wind smiled and threw the measuring ruler into the air, only to see a ray of milky white light shooting down from the bottom of the ruler, piercing through the Hall of Mercy and landing on the door of the evil heaven's brain.

The crazy old man said impatiently: "How long will it take?"

"At least one day. Xianfeng sat cross-legged on top of the floating clouds and smiled, "Don't worry, you've waited for three thousand years, and you still care about this day?"

"Hey, I just want to know if that Supreme Dao Fruit is the result of the evil heavens. The mad old man sighed wistfully.

Xianfeng was startled and said in surprise: "What's the matter, you demon slayer moved your heart of compassion?"

"Not really. The crazy old man lay on the floating clouds and muttered, "In the past three thousand years, counting the evil heavens, a total of thirteen ancient relics have passed through my hands, nine of which have failed to fit the inheritance of the Lord, and three have failed to obtain the supreme Dao fruit, all of which have been killed by me. ”

Xian Feng smiled and was about to speak, when the crazy old man said again: "But Evil Heaven is the most evil of the thirteen, and I don't know if I can do it now." ”

Xianfeng was stunned and said, "Isn't this called compassion?"

"Lao Tzu said that if he doesn't call, he just doesn't call!"

"Yes, you cow. Seeing that the crazy old man was angry, Xianfeng rolled his eyes and stopped sneering, but it didn't take long for him to help but say, "After passing the Dao Fruit level, it depends on the qualifications of this son, if the qualifications can't pass the level, hehe, Ghost Wind, you can do it yourself." ”

The crazy old man nodded silently: "I know, I won't miss the Lord's major affairs." ”

Although the dust-free temple is located on the top of the mountain, it is still far away from the sky of more than 300 zhang.

Therefore, what happened in the Dustless Temple only attracted Xianfeng's interest in Dustless's identity, and as for what happened to the evil sky, it was completely ignored by the two, as if in their opinion, this matter was not even as good as a fart.

The sound of the twilight drum startled the birds in the forest, they were already accustomed to this sound, and even after knowing the sound of the twilight drum, the old monks in the Wuchen Temple were about to start the evening class, and they could not understand the content of the chanting, they could only hear the compassion that made their hearts feel at ease.

But the evil heavens woke up.

What he heard was not compassion, but resentment that had penetrated into his brain.

The Buddha statue of the Hall of Mercy is golden, it is Zhao Ye mobilized craftsmen from all over the country, and it cost 100,000 taels of gold to cast, the dust-free temple is not big, but it enshrines the most valuable Buddha statue in the entire Song Dynasty and even in the entire Wanzhou.

The Buddha statue in the eyes of the evil heavens is redder than blood.

The first Buddha he knew was this kind of red, redder than human blood, redder than killing and cultivating, and redder than his own bloody eyes intertwined with resentment and anger.

So he stretched out his right hand tremblingly, and the direction of the stretch was exactly where the Buddha statue was.

"Amitabha. ”

After Wuchen finished the evening class, he looked at the little hand with compassionate eyes and asked softly, "Evil Heaven Donor, what do you want to do?"

"I want to touch it. ”

"Sin, although the Buddha statue is not the real body of the Buddha, it is not touchable by the world. Wuchen flicked his right hand, and with a click, Evil Heaven's right arm was broken at the shoulder.

As if it wasn't his own hand that was broken, Evil Tian's expression didn't change in the slightest, he still looked at the Buddha statue and asked, "Why is it so red?"

"The Buddha has no color and no appearance, and the red is the heart of the benefactor. ”

"What did the Buddha you worship do?"

"Good, the Buddha is for all sentient beings, and has handed down 10,000 and 96 scriptures, and the Buddha's principles and Zen are all in these 10,000 and 96 scriptures. Wuchen closed the scripture in front of him and replied lightly.

Evil Heaven slowly turned his head to look at Wuchen and said, "I want to hear it." ”

"Yes. "Glancing at the title page of the sutra, the dust-free Zen sound sounded softly, "This sutra is the first volume of the first product of the Huayan Sutra - the world lord Miaoyan product, for a while, the Buddha in the Mahati country Alan Ruofa Bodhi field, began to become enlightened. The earth is strong, made of vajra, and the wonderful treasure wheel, and all the treasures, and the pure Mani, are strictly ornamented......"

Wuchen read the scriptures automatically after reading a page, and he did not read them according to the book, because when he was twelve years old, he read the scriptures for six months, and realized them for two years, until now he is one hundred and thirteen years old, and he still memorizes them like a stream.

Tens of thousands of words were sprinkled and uttered through the dust-free mouth, turning into the voice of Daigo's empowerment, and the entire dust-free mountain was immersed in the edification of boundless Buddhism, and even above the three hundred zhang sky, the fairy wind listened to it slightly.

"I'm sure that this little monk is from the Leiyin Temple in Leizhou. The fairy wind stabbed the snoring crazy old man on the side.

The crazy old man frowned and asked, "Why?"

"Because of his Zen sound, it can barely reach my ears. Xianfeng sighed a little boredly, "Wanzhou is worthy of being the most barren place in the Kyushu world, and the only one who can catch his eye is the little monk from Leizhou." ”

How could the crazy old man not know the meaning of Xianfeng's words, clearly depreciating Wanzhou, implying that the thirteenth ancient relic he was looking for was also a waste, he smiled coldly, and was about to open his mouth to scold back, when a voice other than the chanting came from the Hall of Mercy.

"No need to read it. Evil Sky opened his bloody eyes and said softly.

"The Evil Heaven Donor doesn't want to hear it?" Wuchen closed the scriptures, and his heart was slightly turbulent, because he had never experienced a thing that stopped in the middle of the scriptures.

"I understand, why do I have to listen?"

Wuchen said his sin: "Evil heavenly donor, in front of the Buddha, don't be ......"

"Everything in the world has life, and cultivators, stimulate self-generated life, enter into the life of all things such as flowers, trees, and wind, and sense the life of all things, and reach the ultimate perfection, so that they can stop at perfection and be full of vitality. Evil Sky looked at Wuchen and asked, "Is that right?"

Wuchen was silent, and even the Buddha name forgot to say a word on the road.

Xianfeng looked at the crazy old man, and the fox asked, "Have you taught him the Zen Sutra?"

"!" the crazy old man opened his mouth and scolded, "Lao Tzu doesn't even know how to write Buddhist characters!"

The fairy wind was silent.

"Hey, what are you pretending to be deep?" Seeing this, the crazy old man stabbed the fairy wind fiercely, "Even if that kid is right, you are a dignified white-clothed elder of the Dao Palace, are you so shocked?"

Xianfeng shook his head, pointing to the evil heaven below where his cultivation was completely lost and there were still six days before death, and he wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh: "What he said is very simple, the first time people read the first volume of the Yan Hua Sutra, there are two percent of them who can participate in this enlightenment--"

The crazy old man rolled his eyes, and was about to scold for making a fuss, but then Xianfeng's next words made him sit up in shock.

"The perception is nothing, but the vitality in his body has increased a little because of this, even if the medicinal power of the Yuanyang Pill is exhausted, he can live for an extra hour. After Xianfeng finished speaking, he looked at the crazy old man and asked, "Are you sure this egg was hatched twelve years ago?"

The crazy old man nodded.

"In this way, it can barely be considered a good egg. ”

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