"Senior Brother Wusheng, you listen to me, you listen to me...... Yes...... Don't. ”

The man struggled frantically, but in vain. Wusheng didn't pay attention to any of his words at all, and between several parts, he directly threw him on a flat ground in the distance, although it would not cause any serious injuries, but it was inevitable to eat pain.

"If next time, if I hear you chewing the root of your tongue behind your back, I won't be spared."

Wusheng said a word, his eyes were cold, he no longer paid attention to it, but took Wuhua and Wuguo and started to go up the mountain.

After experiencing this, the bad premonition in Wusheng's heart became stronger and stronger.

"Gotta go up the hill right away!"

Wusheng said in his heart, in a hurry, he actually showed his cultivation, obviously this matter in his heart was very urgent.

Seeing this, the flowerless and fruitless naturally also exert their cultivation and follow the footsteps of the lifeless.

Fortunately, Chengguang Peak is not too steep, so that after the three of them have performed their cultivation, they are like walking on the ground, and they have already reached the top of Chengguang Peak in just a few incense sticks.

Quiet, deathly still.

This is the only perception that the three of them have since they came to this mountain peak.

This is not the first time they have come to Chengguang Peak, but it is the first time they have set foot in the past three years.

After Lin Yun officially entered the school, Chengguang ordered several people not to disturb Lin Yun's cultivation. If it weren't for the suddenness of today's events, they would not have broken this command of Chengguang for fear of a change.

"Senior brother, my heart ...... It hurts! ”

There was no result of a sad sigh, but the tears had fallen, as if it was an instinct, and if you want to control it, you can't do it.

Wusheng didn't refuse, nor did he pay attention, his eyes looked at the meditation room where Chengguang was before, and his eyes moved, and a misty color filled his eyes.

But...... He couldn't cry.

"Master!"

Wusheng said a heavy sentence in his heart, he had already guessed that all these feelings were coming from this meditation room, and the closer he got to it, the more sad it became.

Step by step, Wusheng seemed to use all his strength to go towards this meditation room.

But with every step, he subconsciously paused, as if he had fear in his heart and didn't want to ...... Face the consequences of your own conjectures.

So much so that in just a few tens of meters, it was lifeless and walked out for nearly a quarter of an hour.

He didn't want to face it, no flowers and no fruit, the same is not wanted. So instead of urging the lifeless, they hoped that the speed of the lifeless would be slower. In this distance, you can walk until the stars fall, and then rise in the rising sun.

Perhaps, this bad feeling in their hearts will disappear, perhaps...... It's going to be a day like ever.

But in the end, all this is not something they can escape.

Wusheng's footsteps had already walked to the door of the meditation room, he looked at the door in front of him, and stopped again.

The beams in this memory are still the same, but at this time, it seems that it represents a more layer, as if it ...... Engraved with wind and frost.

Crunch!

Wusheng finally pushed open the square door.

When he raised his head, it was as if his whole body had been drained of his cultivation in an instant, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground......

At this time, inside the square door, an old monk was sitting on the bed, closing his eyes, full of likeness, as if he had fallen asleep in this meditation.

And on his body, he was wearing the first seat of Tantra that had been treasured for many years...... Logo clothing.

And in front of the bed, a young man in black clothes was kneeling there, reading a ...... Scriptures of the Dead.

"Amicanda, Vigarandhi, Amitabhi, Vigaranda, Gami, Gagana, Tsangdakari, Suppa Ha^"

The moment he heard this scripture, his eyes went dark and full of disbelief.

But he knew it had already happened.

He forcibly held back the tears in his eyes, forcibly suppressed the sadness in his heart, and step by step, he walked directly to Lin Yun's side, and fell to his knees with a bang.

Touch! Touch!

Two more heavy voices appeared, it was no flower and no fruit.

The four of them were lined up side by side, and no one cried anymore, but ...... Recite this scripture silently.

But what they didn't know was that with the chanting of the four of them, the sound of the scriptures, and the body of the clear light in front of them, unexpectedly emerged one after another, like ripples, released in a circle.

At this time, in the Tianlong Temple, the first Xuan Ku of Zen Buddhism suddenly opened his eyes from his deep sleep.

"The Sutra of the Past Life? How can there be a Sutra of Afterlife on Chengguang Peak? ”

His eyes moved slightly, and in a hurry, he directly put on his Buddha clothes, stepped out of his meditation room in one step, and then walked in the direction of Chengguang Peak.

And at this moment, he is not the only one who really feels it, Xuan Ci, the abbot of Tianlong Temple, and the first Xuan Bei of the Dharma Academy, are also induced at this moment.

……

Golden sun in October, late autumn moonlit night.

In the midst of the gloom, the wind carried pathos, sweeping the entire Tianlong Temple, and even the entire Tiandu City, filled with a sad atmosphere.

"Eh, it's late autumn in a blink of an eye, the fish are hibernating, and all kinds of frost are on the sky."

In a certain village, the old man in the village sat at the entrance of the village, looking at the boundless fallen leaves, and felt a kind of sadness in his heart.

Like the twilight sunset, what I have in my heart is only a longing and remembrance of the world.

"Hehe, village chief, why are you so emotional today, I remember yesterday, you also said that the golden autumn and October, the harvest of fruits, is a season worth celebrating, why has it only been one night, you have become so sad and sad in autumn." Beside him, a young man walked up, carrying firewood, and said with some jokes.

The old man, on the other hand, shook his head slightly.

Then without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the village, but in his eyes, there was a little more confusion, even if it was himself, he didn't know how he could make such a feeling, but the only thing that was certain was that his figure had become more and more clumsy.

"The village chief...... Old. ”

The woodcutter thought a little, looked at the sky, the autumn wind and the leaves, it was indeed nothing to be happy about.

As he spoke, he also stopped thinking about it anymore and walked towards his home step by step.

And this scene, what happened here, is not an isolated case. In the entire Tiandu City, inexplicably, they felt congestion in their hearts, and it felt like the sadness in God's hearts, which also affected their emotions.

"It's snowing? It's snowing before winter? Is this the heavenly prince sighing? ”

In Qingyun Town, Tiandu City, at the door of the rich and noble, the staff dressed in fancy clothes said lightly.

"Eh, I don't know what's going on today, I always feel a sense of sadness. It seems that he is really old......"

As he spoke, his servants put on a fur for him.

After all, in the rich and noble, the body is naturally very important.