Stomp and tread.

Hurried footsteps were heard.

A middle-aged monk hurriedly walked over with Huiguo.

The middle-aged monk should be the Ming Hai that the white-eyed old monk said.

Ming Hai didn't seem to expect that there would be a pair of handsome young men and women in Master Xuanku's Zen Academy.

He glanced at them in surprise, and after bowing his head slightly, he didn't ask more, and hurriedly took Huiguo into the meditation room.

"Husband, do you say that Master Huiguo can save Master Xuanku?"

Yu Bingqing asked in a low voice.

Jiang Guanyu shook his head and said firmly, "No."

"What about you, husband?"

Yu Bingqing tilted her head curiously and looked at him, her cute appearance made Jiang Guanyu hate to correct her on the spot.

He touched her tender face with a doting face, hesitated for a moment and said, "There is no problem at all in saving his life, it's just that Master Xuanku doesn't know what happened, his martial arts foundation has collapsed, even if he is saved, I'm afraid that his cultivation will be in vain."

"Huh? How so?"

Yu Bingqing covered her mouth and exclaimed softly, her eyes flashing with pity.

You must know that for martial arts powerhouses, it is worse than death if cultivation is abolished.

Therefore, Jiang Guanyu would quit so cooperatively when the white-eyed old monk refused his treatment.

In fact, Jiang Guanyu did not tell the truth completely.

If he really goes all out, he will not only be able to save Master Xuanku, but also maintain his strength.

But he also has to pay an unimaginable price.

Because at his level, he has been able to barely touch the laws of heaven and earth.

He had an intuition that Master Xuanku's suffering was not a man-made disaster, but a heavenly house.

If he insisted on preserving Master Xuanku's strength, that cause and effect would inevitably be transferred to him.

At the beginning, Long Li was a god realm powerhouse, and he couldn't stop the heavenly punishment, not to mention that he was just an eight-star martial emperor.

Although he was grateful to Master Xuanku for his kindness in helping him break through, this kindness was not worth his life to repay.

Human nature is selfish, and to repay kindness, we must also do what we can.

What's more, even without the help of Master Xuanku, his breakthrough to the Eight-Star Martial Emperor would only be a few months late.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddha horn sounded in the meditation room.

Immediately, Master Huiguo's depressed voice came: "Senior Uncle Ancestor, Senior Uncle, it's Huiguo who is incompetent!"

"Amitabha, how can this be?"

"Yes, who was Uncle Xuanku victimized?"

"Huiguo, is there really nothing you can do about it?"

The meditation room was like boiling water poured into a pot of oil, and it boiled instantly.

Voices of compassion, outrage, doubts, unwilling inquiries......

All kinds of voices, endlessly.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha horn of the white-eyed old monk was like a deafening Honglu bell, making the noise in the meditation room disappear in an instant.

"Huiguo, what can you find out why? Let Senior Brother Xuanku suddenly do this?"

The white-eyed old monk asked slowly.

"Hui Xuanbei Uncle Ancestor, it is Huiguo who is incompetent, and I can't find out why the ancestor suffered this catastrophe, but Huiguo can be sure that the old man is not injured by external forces, but seems to have suffered a curse, and the foundation collapsed, and the longevity was exhausted." ap.

Hui Guo replied respectfully.

"Damned? How is this possible?"

"It's just nonsense, Uncle Xuanku has always been merciful and purified all sentient beings, how can he suffer from heaven's punishment?"

"Amitabha, the Hanging Temple has been giving for so many years, giving free needles and medicines to the poor people, countless living people, and blessings for hundreds of miles, how can such merit be punished by heaven?"

"Huiguo, did you collude with the murderer to murder Master Xuanku, and quickly and truthfully recruited him."

The meditation room exploded instantly, and everyone couldn't accept this conclusion, and some radicals even suspected that Huiguo had colluded with outsiders to murder Master Xuanku.

"Silence!"

Old Bikshuni, who had never said a word, suddenly let out a loud shout, and his ears roared like a lion's roar.

The noisy meditation room immediately fell silent again.

"Senior Sister Xuanci, what do you think about this matter?"

After a while, the white-eyed old monk Master Xuanbei asked.

"Hui Guo grew up in the Hanging Temple since he was a child, his virtues and character are obvious to all, and the medical skills are taught by Senior Brother Xuanku himself, although the two are called ancestors and grandsons, they are like father and son, and Hui Guo will not do anything to hurt Senior Brother Xuanku."

Master Xuanci said slowly, which can be regarded as a reassuring pill for Huiguo.

Although the monks still have doubts in their hearts, Master Xuanci has already closed the coffin, and no one dares to question it in person.

"Huiguo said that Senior Brother Xuanku suffered from heaven's punishment, what do you say, Senior Sister?"

Master Xuanbei did not dwell on whether Huiguo colluded with outsiders, but used "heaven's curse" as an excuse to make trouble.

"Who says that it takes heaven to be damned for doing bad things? Although we are Buddhists, we are also practitioners who practice against the heavens, although for thousands of years, no one has ever stepped into the fourth realm again, and no one knows what it is like when we step into the fourth realm, but who dares to say that our monks will not encounter heavenly tribulations when they step into the fourth realm?"

Master Xuanci's words were reasonable, and the meditation room was in an uproar for an instant.

Although there is only a one-word difference between the catastrophe and the curse, the truth is tens of millions of miles apart.

Heavenly punishment is a punishment from heaven for doing all the bad things, which will bring shame on Buddhism, so no one wants to accept it.

And the Heavenly Tribulation is a kind of test for cultivators by the Heavenly Dao.

If you cross the past and climb to the sky in one step, if you can't cross it, your cultivation will be abolished, and if you die, you will die.

But in any case, the truth doesn't matter anymore.

The Tribulation is easier for them to accept than the Divine Curse.

Master Xuanbei's face changed drastically, and his voice trembled, "Senior Sister is saying that Senior Brother Xuanku has already touched the threshold of the Fourth Realm, so he has suffered a heavenly calamity?"

"I'm just guessing, but Senior Brother Xuanku's talent is the most outstanding in the Pure Land, and there is a great possibility of encountering the Heavenly Tribulation when he touches the Fourth Realm."

Xuan Ci said in a calm tone.

"But if it's a catastrophe, why don't you see a thunderbolt coming?"

Xuan Bei's words were sharp, and he asked rhetorical questions.

Xuan Ci was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "I don't know, but I think it may be related to the exercises practiced by my Buddhism, my Buddhism cultivates the heart, which is very different from ordinary monks, perhaps, the heavenly tribulation that descends is the heart tribulation, and the tribulation thunder is not visible."

"Amitabha!"

Although what she said was speculation, it was reasonable and convincing to all the monks present.

Even Xuan Bei had nothing to say, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

Jiang Guanyu can be heard that this Buddhism seems to be harmonious, but in fact, the interior is not monolithic.

He didn't know if there were any Buddhist masters with a longer generation.

He only knew that the relationship between Xuan Compassion, Xuan Ku and Xuan Ci, who had the highest rank on the scene, did not seem to be harmonious.

In particular, Xuan Bei seems to be quite hostile to Xuan Ku, and his words are ill-intentioned, as if he wants to ruin Xuan Ku's reputation.

Xuan Ci should be a neutral person, or rather, slightly biased towards Xuan Ku, so that he will defend him.

There is a statement given by Xuan Ci that Xuan Penance has made a breakthrough and suffered a catastrophe, and the result of the catastrophe has been concluded.

This ending is acceptable to everyone.

Even Xuan Bei is unwilling to affect his prestige in order to discredit the dying Xuan Ku.

"Amitabha! Since this is the case, then everyone will disperse, Huiguo will stay to take care of the Xuanku junior brother, and after he passes away, he will immediately ring the death knell, close the temple for three months, and handle the transcendent rituals."

Xuan Bei stood up, and after giving an order, he floated away.

Master Xuanci glanced at Master Xuanku, who was getting weaker and weaker, with a complicated look, and he was also tight

Then get up and leave.

All the monks clasped their palms together, bowed to Xuanku, and after announcing the Buddha's horn in unison, they all dispersed.

Out of the meditation room, except for the bitter bamboo master, none of the rest of the monks looked at Jiang Guanyu and his wife.

Jiang Guanyu couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, secretly sad for Xuan.

He thought that the Buddhism in this world would be better than the Buddhism in his previous life, which only knew how to accumulate wealth.

But now it seems that they are still overestimated.

But this is also normal, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Where there are interests, there will be disputes, and where there are disputes, there will be selfishness.

Even if it is a place outside the square, it is difficult to escape the word utilitarianism.

"Grandma, you have also seen it, what is the point of such an indifferent and ruthless Buddhism to stay, why don't you go home and enjoy the joy of family."

Yu Bingqing couldn't get used to seeing the faces of the Buddhist monks, and took Kuzhu Shitai's arm and said angrily.

"Shut up, Hugh is unscathed!"

Kuzhu's face changed greatly, and she hurriedly covered her mouth.

"Grandma, although what Bingqing said is a little disrespectful, it is also pertinent."

Jiang Guanyu said sincerely: "The Green Lantern Ancient Buddha was originally a place of pure cultivation, but it was mixed with entanglements of interests, and the holy land of Buddhism may not be a pure land."

Kuzhu is an elder, so he can naturally scold his granddaughter, but he still has to be polite to his grandson-in-law.

Shook his head lightly and said, "Although there are some entanglements, but in the end it is much less troubled than the red dust in the outside world, my heart is dead, I just want the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha to spend the rest of his life, you don't have to persuade it anymore."

Yu Bingqing pouted helplessly, and she was not too disappointed.

Because she accompanied her mother to visit her grandmother many times when she was a child, and every time her mother would persuade her to return to vulgarity, she never succeeded.

Therefore, she just said it casually, and she didn't report any hope at all.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Guanyu looked at Kuzhu with burning eyes, and said, "I heard my mother-in-law say that the reason why my grandmother saw through the red dust was because my grandfather and his old man passed away, and my grandmother escaped into the empty door like ashes, right?"

"Amitabha!"

Kuzhu pronounced the Buddha's name and refused to answer the question.

Jiang Guanyu refused to give up at all, and directly threw out a bombshell: "What if my grandfather and his old man didn't die?"

"What?"

Kuzhu Huo Ran raised his head and looked at him in disbelief.

Jiang Guanyu knew that there was a door, and directly took out Zheng Yuanfeng's portrait: "Grandma, look, can you know this person?"

"This ...... This is the portrait of Yun Feng, you ...... Didn't you follow his appearance and paint a picture to deceive me?"

Kuzhu trembled violently at first, with tears in his eyes, but soon thought of a possibility, and his face became calm.

"I don't mean to deceive my grandmother, I have seen this person with my own eyes and have been in contact with it."

Jiang Guanyu swore a promise.

Yu Bingqing also said on the side: "Grandma, how could we make such a joke with you, grandpa is really not dead."

Kuzhu trembled and flicked the portrait, and said in disbelief, "You really didn't deceive me?"

"If I deceive my grandmother, I will be thundered and thundered, and I will not die well."

Jiang Guanyu solemnly swore an oath.

The monk is the one who pays the most attention to vows.

As soon as the oath came out, Kuzhu had already believed most of it.

But she couldn't accept it and shook her head again and again: "This ...... How is this possible? If he hadn't died, why hadn't he come to me for so many years? I've never visited Tingting."

"It's a long story, and I suspect he's been brainwashed by evil spirits, lost his mind, and forgotten his past."

Jiang Guanyu frowned, he felt that Master Xuanku's vitality was getting weaker and weaker, and if he didn't save him, he was afraid it would be too late.

Without waiting for Kuzhu to express his position, he hurriedly said, "I'll talk about this later, I'll revive Master Xuanku first."

"Can you really save Uncle Xuanku?"

Kuzhu Huo Ran's eyes widened in disbelief

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