The sky is full of white clouds, and the cold wind is fluttering.

The giant bell "buzzed" and became louder and louder.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, caressing Yang Qing's body, her body had become unable to calm down and stabilize due to excessive panic and fear.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

Yang Qing didn't speak, and her eyes already showed a look of disgust.

Although she didn't speak, the look of disgust seemed to have told Wusheng, how could she not be afraid? How could I not be afraid.

His chest was already heaving violently, and so was the cloak behind his lifeless body.

It's okay, so what does it mean to have something? Yang Qing was shocked, scared and distressed.

The carriage has been destroyed, but what about the people?

Is the advisor dead? There were no bones, and it was as if he had been swept away by a broom.

Could this generation of military advisors be swept to death by this bald donkey with a broom?

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, he walked like a stone statue towards the bald donkey, and stopped seven feet from him.

Standing like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue.

The man didn't move, and neither did the gun in his hand.

What's moving?

Cloaks, only cloaks.

The cloak rattled, and his eyes were already staring and poking at the bald donkey like spears.

The bald head stared at the lifeless, stared at the lifeless body, the gun in his hand.

There are not many such people in the rivers and lakes, and there are not many such guns, maybe there is only one, but fortunately there is only one.

"Are you a spear god without life?"

Wusheng nodded.

"You're coming to me for a duel?"

Wusheng nodded.

"Do you know who I am? What is this place? ”

"The Burial Buddha Hall, the hall of the Twelve Docks, you are the Buddha facing the wall."

The Buddha smiled, "You come in, I'll duel with you." ”

As he spoke, his body was gently tilted and retreated.

Just standing under that giant clock, staring at lifelessness, waiting for lifelessness.

Wusheng walked in, it was clean, clean and disgusting.

He walked under a dead tree and slapped it, and suddenly the dead tree fell to the ground.

But before he could fall to the ground, he flew out, and the Buddha had already floated over with his teeth, and the broom had swept away, and then the big, thick half of the tree had floated out.

Wusheng stared and poked at the Buddha on the wall, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

The wall-facing Buddha gritted his teeth and was silent.

His face was already filled with disgust and boredom, as if he hated what he was doing without life.

Wusheng didn't seem to see it.

He kicked it out, and the remaining half of the tree rose and rolled on the ground.

The cold wind is blowing, and the dust is blowing.

The Buddha seemed to be about to go crazy, and screamed madly, "What do you mean, stop." ”

Wusheng has stopped, and when he stopped, the Buddha was as tired as a dog, and he held a broom and looked at Wusheng obliquely.

"You're not human."

Silent without life.

"You're a villain, you're a monster."

Wusheng was silent, Yang Qing had already smiled bitterly, staring at Wusheng with a wry smile.

I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.

The ground was still clean, clean and disgusting.

Wusheng stared at and poked the earth, as if he wanted to pierce the earth alive.

"Villains and monsters will go to hell and oil pots." The Buddha stared at Wusheng, "I want you to go to hell now, to the eighteenth layer of hell." ”

As he spoke, he was already floating into the void, and the broom in his hand was waving.

The movement of the Buddha facing the wall doesn't seem to be anything special, just sweeping the floor like usual.

But the absence of life has risen and fluttered like a light smoke.

He also floated and fluttered.

Nothing floats to the branches, and the broom follows the branches, sweeps to the branches.

"The gun god is lifeless, how is my sweeping skills?"

Wusheng nodded, "You used to be a Shaolin sweeping monk?" ”

"Yes."

"Why do you want to go to the wall here?"

"Of course there was a fault."

"You're angry?"

"What is murder and arson?"

He gritted his teeth and stared at Wusheng, the broom swept more and more urgently, and the more he swept it, the more it floated.

Wusheng is like a bedbug here, a bedbug that annoys him, and he wants to sweep it away at once, and he wants to sweep it away.

Wusheng suddenly floated to the bell and kicked the giant bell down, the giant bell fell to the ground, and the dust suddenly flew away.

Then he stared at the Buddha on the wall, and the Buddha gritted his teeth, holding the bell and staring at the lifeless without moving.

If his eyes could bite, he might be bitten to death.

"Looks like you're at fault, isn't it?"

"Yes, the abbot asked me to sweep the floor, and I will sweep the floor."

"You're sweeping hard."

The Buddha nodded, and the sweat on his forehead had rolled down.

"Yes, that's why I swept the House of Discipline."

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue walked towards him, approaching him.

He patted the giant bell hard, and then retreated far away, the giant bell "buzzed", and the expression on the face of the Buddha on the wall was distorted and deformed.

"You're the big devil."

When the bell gradually subsided, Wusheng walked over.

The Buddha on the wall seems to have seen a ghost, a ghost.

"Don't come here, I'm afraid of you."

There was no movement, and the stone statue stood not far away.

"You're going to face the wall here for the rest of your life?"

The Buddha nodded.

"Can't get out even a single step?"

The Buddha nodded.

"What if you go out?"

"I'm not a monk anymore."

"Are you either a monk or the hall master of the Burial Buddha Hall, the hall master of the Twelve Serial Docks?"

"Yes, but I'm still good as a monk, the rivers and lakes are treacherous, and it's unbearable to travel in other places."

Wusheng nodded, acknowledging.

Then the stone statue walked towards the Buddha facing the wall, kicked him away, and even kicked the bell away, flew out of the wall, and fell heavily to the ground.

The Buddha gritted his teeth, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out.

"You ......."

Wusheng walked up to him, standing like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue.

"Why don't you let me be a monk?"

"It's good to be a monk, but you're too wrong."

"What did I do wrong?"

"You're wrong everywhere."

"I want you to pay the price."

Speechless, standing like a stone statue, turning around like a stone statue, as if he didn't want to look at him anymore.

The Buddha struggled to stand up, gritted his teeth and swept hard, sweeping heavily on Wusheng's buttocks.

Wusheng gritted his teeth, and his body was suddenly swept away.

The power of that sweep was too fast, and they were too close.

The Buddha on the wall jumped up, rose from the ground, smiled at the sky, and was close to lifeless, his hand kept sweeping.

Wusheng gritted his teeth, and drifted like light smoke, drifting into the distance.

He seemed to be silently bearing the price, but he didn't make a move, not even a gesture.

Why not make a shot?

Yang Qing stared at him, "I've never seen such a powerful broom in the sky." ”

Wusheng sighed, "He is a sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple, he can sweep everything, and he can sweep everything." ”

"You let him out, just so that he could chase after you?"

"Yes."

Wusheng gritted his teeth, and had floated to the ridge of the roof, staring and poking at his eyes like spearheads, as if he was looking for something.

"Are you crazy about something?" Yang Qing smiled bitterly, "You let him keep chasing, it's very comfortable?" ”

Wu Sheng was silent, but he nodded.

Then he floated up and fluttered like a light smoke.

Suddenly, the room was swept away by a broom, flying high and falling heavily.

The Buddha gritted his teeth and stared at Wusheng, "If you can't run away, I will definitely catch you." ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing couldn't stand it anymore, because it was useless for him to see that he was floating high, this person was not an ordinary Buddha.

Something that will be unheard of and unbelievable.

She watched as the Buddha tucked the broom to the crotch of her pants, and then suddenly rose to the sky and chased after her.

Maybe they are all crazy people, only crazy people like to be chased like this, and only crazy people will chase people in this unbelievable and unbelievable way.

She saw him catch up, and as soon as the broom swept down, she laughed vigorously, laughing and staring at the heavy fall of others.

Wusheng gritted his teeth, standing upright like a stone statue, staring and poking at the Buddha on the wall like a spear.

The wall-facing Buddha smiled and fell, not far away.

"You're dead."

Wusheng gritted his teeth and was silent.

The icy cold wind is fluttering, and there are already bells on the top of the distant mountains, and the sound of wooden fish and chanting can be faintly heard.

The white clouds are long, the mist is fluttering, and the sky shows the light of the Buddha.

The temple seems to have swayed in the sky, and the indescribable hazy and mysterious, which makes people rise up with countless admiration and calm.

The Buddha clasped his hands together and chanted softly, and his soul and heart seemed to have flown to a temple without red dust and troubles.

Already sighing, he walked over and stroked his bald head.

"You're not a monk anymore."

The Buddha sighed slowly and slowly opened his eyes, "Yes, I'm not a monk anymore." ”

Wusheng stared at and poked at the Buddha on the wall like a spear, "What are you a monk for?" ”

The Buddha facing the wall is silent, and seems to have been integrated with the Tianbian temple.

"A monk is a monk, which means leaving home."

The Buddha nodded.

"In the rivers and lakes, it is also a monk, and it also means to leave home."

The Buddha was silent.

Stroking the broom, as if already pondering, pondering the meaning of these two sentences.

"That's different, being a monk in the rivers and lakes is not the same as being a monk in a monastery."

Staring and poking at the temple like a spear, the temple is full of fog and fog, and the Buddha's voice is longitudinal.

"What's the difference?"

"In the monastery, you can attain great unification and become a high monk in one fell swoop."

"You became a monk in order to fulfill the dream of a monk?" Wusheng sighed, "If you want to be a monk for something, you should not be good." ”

"Why?"

"Because even if you do, you can't be good." Staring at the bald head of the Buddha facing the wall like a spear, the bald head is still glowing, "To be a monk is to have no distracting thoughts, four emptiness, six ends, no life, no death, no joy and no sorrow...... ”

The Buddha stood up, facing the lifeless, staring at the lifeless eyes, the dark eyes without a trace of emotion.

He couldn't figure out such a profound question, how could a killing god understand it so thoroughly?

He sighed deeply and remained silent.

"If a person has done this, he has a Buddha in his heart."

"Do you have a Buddha in your heart?"

Wusheng rejected the question and was unwilling to face it.

"Whatever you do, you must be sincere." Staring at the broom in the palm of the Buddha facing the wall like a spear, the broom did not move, the person did not move, the cold wind fluttered, his clothes were already fluttering, "As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, a heart to the Buddha, no matter where it is, is the Buddha in the rivers and lakes not a Buddha?" ”

Facing the wall Buddha was silent, he could no longer argue.

"Only when a Buddha is in the heart can he become a Buddha." Wusheng didn't want to look at him, his eyes had fluttered in the sky, the white clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the soft light had fluttered.