"Gone. ”

"Go home. ”

The Song Yi people, who had fallen from the city wall, stood up in the sand pit and walked towards the light of the sand and dust in the distance.

Holding the scabbard and falling, but the sole of the boot rubbed the city wall several times, and finally evolved into the cinnabar that trampled on the Lingshan city wall and ran, the body gradually stabilized, facing the earth, and finally when he was about to fall to the ground, the toes stepped on the bricks and tiles, swept out, his cheeks were almost flush with the ground, and the slender waist covered by red armor twisted in the air, and finally smashed the ground with the scabbard, made a pole vaulting posture, came to Song Yiren's side, and inserted the scabbard back into his waist.

One big and one small stood in the vast yellow sand, raised their heads, and looked at the majestic and magnificent building of books and slips in front of them, one after another huge ancient Sanskrit, suspended and engraved in the air, turned into glowing fire, lingering.

Song Jinglian's eyes were in a trance.

His father, standing in the center of the book, between heaven and earth, like a sage, vaguely echoes every word.

In Master Shao Yun's "Buddha Language", it seems that everyone has the opportunity to become holy, even if he stands outside the Shujian Building, there is telepathy, but it is a pity that Song Yiren stood still, and did not continue to take another step forward, he raised his hand and grabbed a corner of the green shirt flying in the air, the man who stood in the yellow sand and Sanskrit with his hands on his back, cut off a piece of his shirt, and left without looking back.

Jin Yi, who was covered in blood, maintained a kneeling posture, and the blood on his forehead had spread into a pool of blood at his knees.

Shao Yun suddenly shouted: "Da Keqing!"

Song Que stopped slightly, but in fact, he was not waiting for Shao Yun's words, but waiting for the two young men behind him to follow.

After the old man finished reading, he was silent, he kept his head bowed, and did not shy away from being seen by Song Yi and Cinnabar...... This is what he owes Song Que, this is what Lingshan owes Song Que, and the matter has come to this, Song Que cut his robe and broke up, leaving Lingshan, he has no shame to speak again.

Even, he really hoped that Song Que could stay.

The silence of the old man, it is not difficult to guess what it means.

That's why there will be this silent retention...... It's because Shao Yun really can't speak, and he doesn't know where to speak.

"When I twisted the fire, Lingshan was in dire straits, saving people's lives is better than building a seven-level floating slaughter, although I don't practice Buddhism, but I recognize Buddhism. Tens of millions of people in Lingshan should live well, and hundreds of millions of people in Dongtu should have peace. ”

The green shirt in the yellow sand said with a smile: "The so-called Zhenling Mountain, guarding the peace, for a hundred years, can be regarded as dutiful. ”

"Leaving today is reasonable, and the law is law...... Thou shalt not stop me. ”

Song Que said lightly.

"When the Buddha ascends the throne, he only needs to light the soul fire on the Obon Festival and illuminate the ancient cave of Futu, and the momentum of Lingshan waiting for a hundred years of transfer will come. ”

He didn't look back, and said with a smile: "Babies also have to grow up, and they can't always be fed by people, Master Shao Yun...... Isn't that the reason?"

The old man sighed.

Put your hands together.

"On Obon, will the big guest come again?"

Song Que said calmly: "I have cut my robe, Keqing Mountain has nothing to do with me, and Lingshan has nothing to do with me. can't afford Master Shao Yun's sentence 'Da Keqing', and he has no interest in your sect's Obon. ”

He faced the yellow sand, which no one could see, and the tip of his brow frowned slightly.

Over the years, I have been tired of intrigues, and today I have left the sect by means of Jin Yi's provocation, and I really can't find the things I really care about.

So when he turned around and left at this moment, Song Que didn't hesitate at all.

But...... Think about it a little more.

In fact.

He is in Lingshan, and there are still some things that he can't let go.

For example, "commitment".

Song Que is an extremely optimistic promise

When the wind came, he had promised Ning Yi that he would do his best to help him heal Pei Lingsu's soul injury...... And today he left the sect, he will not come again for the Obon Festival, since he wants to "break off", he must break it clean, but he promised Ning Yi that he could not do it.

Song Que's voice was extremely soft, and he instructed: "After I leave, the master must treat Ning Yi well, and must not let Mr. Ning Xiao be wronged again in Lingshan." ”

The old man smiled bitterly: "After you leave, I will leave in a short time...... Since then, the entire temple of light has been Ningyi's, and I have told him in front of the hall that the light was given to him, just to make a good fate. ”

This sentence swayed in the yellow sand.

Jin Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, his body trembled uncontrollably, he couldn't believe it.

Master Shao Yun, he actually gave away all that piece of light?

Gave it to Ning Yi?

Under the blood on his face, the great sect master of the Vinaya Sect closed his eyes in pain, the green tendons on his forehead swelled and bulged, and his expression was complicated.

Song Jinglian, who was standing outside the Shujian Building, was even more dumbfounded, he twisted the fragments of tattered clothes in the corner, and looked back at the direction of Lingshan with some astonishment, his eyes locked on Tianqing Pool through the city wall...... The bell of the Daxiong Treasure Hall rang before, and Ning Yi was summoned, is this the matter of talking?

Shao Yun wanted to give Ning Yi the most precious piece of light in Lingshan.

This trip into Lingshan, Ning Yi got too much and too much creation.

"Finally knew...... The prosperity of Lingshan is not in Lingshan. Song Que laughed a little sarcastically, restrained his smile, and said without emotion: "This piece of light is good, this is what Ning Yi needs." Lingshan will not lose money on this deal. ”

Then Song Que realized that he had captured an important piece of information in Shao Yun's sentence.

After you're gone, I'm going to leave in a short time......

Shao Yun's "walking" is "walking" with his own.

The meaning is different.

"Have you seen 'Jumi' in the North? ”

The old man suddenly asked Song Que such a question.

Da Keqing was silent for a moment, nodded, and said, "I've seen it." ”

"No, it's ugly. The old man smiled dumbly and pointed to his chest.

It is where the heart of mortals resides.

The body of the Almighty is separated from the mortal womb and gradually leads to the temple of immortality...... What is stored there is the heart of the Dao.

Sacrifice your own avenue to protect the holy mountain and the veins.

Song Que pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Everyone has something to care about in this world, and Zhu Mi had to choose to sacrifice in order to protect the holy mountain he cared about, so he lost something, but he also got another 'compensation'......"

Shao Yun grinned at the corner of his mouth, "Is that so, Da Keqing is worthy of being a Bodhisattva who removes obstacles, and he can see it much more thoroughly and freely than me." ”

"It's just an outsider. Song Que said: "The master's yang longevity doesn't look like it's going to be exhausted. ”

"The master said that I have a life to practice, but I have no life to participate in books. ”

Shao Yun's eyebrows slowly lowered, two long white eyebrows floated with the wind and sand, and he murmured softly: "Sitting in the light for a long time, you can't practice, you can only turn the book, and after reading the book, the lamp will also burn out...... I have a hunch that the day of departure is not far away. ”

Song Que was speechless.

Jin Yi hadn't moved for a long time, and it seemed to have condensed into a blood-colored stone sculpture.

Song Yiren's palms felt a burst of warmth, lowered his head, looked at Cinnabar holding his palms with a sad expression, and said to him in a very soft voice, "Master Shao Yun is a good person, I don't want him to die." ”

The young man was silent for a while, and then stopped talking.

The person who dedicates everything to Lingshan is actually not a reckless person like Jin Yi who "throws his head and spills blood", puts his head under the guillotine at every turn, everything is black and white, and he is prone to life and death.

Death" is always on the lips of the person, and does not really think about the future of Lingshan.

The future of Lingshan is alive.

Everyone has to live well.

It was precisely because of the existence of people like Master Shao Yun who lived, endured the humiliation of the Dao Heart, and sat in the Hall of Light that Lingshan was able to survive the most difficult moment...... And his father, Song Que, is actually such a person, burdened with the incomprehension, contempt, resistance, impeachment, resistance, and resistance of the two sects of Zen and Vinaya, and resists the burden again and again.

Cinnabar had already suppressed her voice.

But in the environment at this moment, where can you escape Shao Yun's ears and eyes.

The old man's kind voice sounded softly.

"Little girl...... There is nothing to die, everyone will die, this is the end of all things. ”

There is some nostalgia in his eyes, some reluctance, every ancient Sanskrit text in the book building is the "truth of the avenue" that he saw when he sat down, the closer to the Tao in the book, the closer to the end of life.

Life is like flipping through a book.

People will always die.

When it was dusk, I looked up and saw that it was already dark...... And the book in my hand has lost its meaning.

Shao Yun said in a trance: "Death is an easy thing, living, living well, but it is difficult." ”

Jin Yi's body was like a thunderbolt, and he whimpered in a low voice.

This sentence was addressed to him.

At this moment, the atmosphere has become a little depressing, and every text in the book building is no longer shiny.

The old man asked softly, "Da Keqing, if I leave today, will you still leave?"

Song Que turned his head and looked deeply into the old man's eyes.

With guilt in his eyes, Shao Yun slowly folded his hands, his sleeves swayed, and there were some traces of feathering.

This is to force him to stay.

Song Que's eyes were a little moved, if he was really a ruthless person, it would be impossible for him to stay in Lingshan for so long.

"Why not. ”

Song Que sighed, a little annoyed, and said, "Since it is the cause and effect that should be broken, let it be broken...... Master, don't embarrass me anymore, keep this last breath, and protect Lingshan day by day. It's not a good thing to force Song to stay. ”

The old man's eyes closed slightly, as if he was thinking, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

His half-cut sleeved robe was finally stable again.

The whole person is no longer virtual, and the "light" that may be annihilated at any time is finally condensed.

Shao Yun said in a hoarse voice: "It's me who is rude." ”

Song Que shook his head, and finally said in a deep voice.

"I promise you, on Obon, I will come to Lingshan again to witness the Bodhisattva twisting the fire and illuminating the Buddha cave. ”

Shao Yun was silent and saluted again.

Song Que looked at Song Jinglian and Cinnabar, and saw someone's movement of subconsciously looking back at Lingshan.

He said softly.

"Come back to Changbai Mountain with me to get one thing, and then you can go wherever you want, if you want to stay in Lingshan and do some unfinished business, it doesn't matter, Obon, I'll pick you up again." ”

Song Jinglian nodded.

In the wind and sand, the three of them slowly left.

The majestic bell rang in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Yellow sand rolls.

The old man shouted.

"The two sects of Lingshan, many Arhats, send off the Bodhisattva who removes obstacles. ”

The Buddhist disciples on the city wall heard this shout.

"The two sects of Lingshan, many Arhats, send off the Bodhisattva who removes obstacles. ”

Obscuring the sky.

In the sand tide, a green finch that was standing quietly at the head of the city was frightened, spread its wings, and flew up.

At the head of Lingshan City, a lonely long line swept out in the distance.