"Sister Xuanxuan, I know," one of the levels said proudly: "My grandfather's surname is Mo, and his name is Xizhi." It's peaceful! ”

Although he had never seen his grandfather's face, he had heard a lot of legends about his grandfather.

"Mo? Mo Xizhi! ”

Tang Xuanxuan chewed repeatedly, she was familiar with these three words, it was too familiar.

When she was breaking through the level, she only heard about the Xingliu knife cutting the poster later, and she shouted that it was a waste, how good it would be if she left it to sell for money!

Shen Xingliu was also an afterthought, patting his head and shouting that it was a pity, you must know that there are six famous posts in the world today, and three of them are from Mo Xizhi's handwriting.

Shui Ruyi on the side was taken aback by her, and it was easy to shake her awake, "Sister Xuanxuan, what's wrong with you?" ”

Immediately, Tang Xuanxuan twisted a little, after all, she had damaged other people's things, and then told the cause and effect of the incident.

also said that the calligraphy was not broken by themselves, if they want to settle the account, don't look for themselves, go to Shen Xingliu...

"Poof, what a big deal do you think the concubine thinks..."

Shui Mo didn't think that there were so many origins in it, and now it seems that their encounter seems to have its own providence in the dark.

"Xuanxuan, if you like calligraphy, I'll give you some when I get back," Shui Mo smiled and took Tang Xuanxuan's little hand, "By the way, I still have a Sanrui treasure post there..."

"Oh no, actually, I don't like to write on weekdays..." Tang Xuanxuan hurriedly refused: "I actually just think they are quite valuable..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed non-stop.

Even Juekong couldn't hide his smile, so he let go of Xiao Shami, and instructed him twice, "The master is old, after you go over there, remind him to pay attention to rest." ”

"Disciple obeys!" The little novice folded his hands and bowed down to receive the teaching.

It's just that I didn't expect Master Juekong to be a monk who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

"Mrs. Shui, please, the poor monk will take the donors to the wing room first."

Shui Mo nodded and said, "I'm tired." ”

Although Juekong also wanted to go to the mountainside to watch the two of them play chess, he was the first seat of the Discipline Hall after all.

If you go to join in the fun with the little novices, you will inevitably feel a little unbearable, for fear that it will be difficult to manage Lingjue Temple in the future.

......

After arranging the residence of Shui Mo and the others, Abbot Juefeng immediately found his junior brother.

"Senior brother, it's hard work, Senior Brother Juebei of Zhike Academy is out on a tour, the affairs in the temple are busy, it's better to relax today, go to the pavilion with Senior Brother to watch the ancestor play chess, such an opportunity should not be missed!"

Juefeng also knew Juekong's temperament, grabbed his wrist, and walked down the mountain.

The two of them were not slow, and they arrived at the mountainside pavilion in more than a dozen breaths.

At this time, the pavilion was surrounded by seven or eight small novices and more than a dozen pilgrims, and when they saw the two coming, they turned around one after another, and were just about to say hello to the two.

Juefeng made a low gesture, signaling everyone not to disturb the two in the pavilion.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and without saying a word, flashed to both sides, clearing a passage.

The two monks stepped forward, only to see that it was indeed Master Huiyan, the person opposite, holding a black knife in his hand, was so young and extraordinary.

At this moment, Hui Yan and Shen Xingliu both closed their eyes, and they didn't seem to make any moves, but they were actually fighting between heaven and man.

"Whew! Oo, oa, ooh..."

From the eyebrows of the two of them, countless white lights continued to fly out, intertwined like a mess, and instantly filled the space in the pavilion.

When the light touched the surrounding pillars, they were blocked by the scriptures engraved on the pillars, and if they leaked, I am afraid that the corpses would already be scattered all over the place.

Juekong's eyebrows moved, and he let out a long breath, it seemed that the master had already prepared and didn't need them to make a move.

"Bang la la la la..."

The rays of light collided with each other, emitting five-colored halos, shaking the black and white sons on the chessboard.

"Amitabha, it seems that this benefactor is very obsessed,"

Juefeng clasped his hands together and looked at Shen Xingliu, as if he was about to see something, and said in surprise: "No wonder Master Huiyan wants to use this Sumeru Illusion to wash away his anger..."

Because he suddenly remembered that a few years ago, Master Xuanci had visited Lingjue Temple, and the person he said should be this person.

In the Sumeru Fantasy Realm, the earth-shattering shouts of killing continued.

Soon Shen Xingliu also joined the battle, and in the time when the black knife in his hand rose and fell, he had already killed hundreds of people.

At the same time, a white piece on the chessboard exploded, and the three hundred people in the illusion represented one son.

The two sons of black and white were shattered one after another, and unlike Shen Xingliu, Hui Yan stood on the high platform of the Chinese army, folded his hands, closed his eyes and recited the Heart Sutra lightly, and there was a seven-colored Buddha light shining behind his head, as if the war in front of him had nothing to do with him.

··· The Buddha told Subodhi: "All Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas should subdue their minds in this way! If it is immeasurable and infinite boundless sentient beings, there is no one who destroys sentient beings. ”

"Why?"

"Subodhi! If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of the long-lived, he is not a bodhisattva. ”

“···”

Every time a word is pronounced, the word will turn into a golden light, fly out of Hui Yan's mouth, and land on a white-armored soldier.

After receiving the blessing, the soldier will instantly transform into a battle god, and when he charges again, he will be invincible.

The Black Armor Legion was quickly defeated and retreated, Shen Xingliu was covered in blood, and the black knife was full of bright red.

"Ahem, hahaha, you're still pretending to be a ghost here, see if I broke your illusion!"

Immediately after, Shen Xingliu lightly smeared the back of the black knife, the horizontal knife was in front, and the bright sun in his body flickered, gradually emitting endless light.

"Zheng!"

The golden light became more and more dazzling, and all the white-clad warriors who were illuminated were all wiped out.

Hui Yan felt that a powerful force was recovering, and she was shocked, her eyes opened to see, and the Buddha light behind her head was also increasing.

The golden sunlight and the colorful Buddha light collided in one place, and the Sumeru Fantasy Realm flashed brightly.

"Whew... Wow..."

Shen Xingliu only felt dizzy in front of his eyes, and his eardrums were filled with a huge sound, which shook his brain and made his brain extremely painful, but fortunately, it was only for a moment, otherwise his brain would be boiling.

......

In the pavilion, the light dissipated, and the chessboard was covered with dust.

The light breeze blew, and he saw Shen Xingliu's figure swaying, he held his forehead in pain and slowly opened his eyes.

On the other hand, Hui Yan on the other side also took a deep breath and withdrew from the illusion.

"Incredible, incredible!" Juekong was surprised: "Someone actually broke the ancestor's Sumeru illusion?" ”

Juefeng and Juekong quickly stepped forward, protected Huiyan's side, and asked with concern, "Master, how do you feel?" ”

Hui Yan's face was as usual, and he said, "You guys are here, the old man is fine." ”

"I lost..."

Shen Xingliu's eyes were lost, and he looked at the chessboard blankly, the dust on it was blown away by the breeze just now, and Bai Zi was facing him, forming a "heart" character.

Between the black and white sons, he lost one and a half sons.

"The immediate gains and losses are not the real wins and losses,"

Hui Yan rejected Juefeng's action of wanting to support him, and said without hurrying or slowing: "If one thought moves, all things are born, and if one thought is silent, all things are destroyed." ”

Shen Xingliu looked up at Hui Yan, only to see him get up slowly, "Life and death are all in one thought!" You still need to understand the taste for yourself. ”

"Master..."

Shen Xingliu still had questions to ask, but he saw Hui Yan's figure slowly disappearing, he had said too much today, and he was already very tired.

"This..."

Although there are many questions, Shen Xingliu has also determined that there must be someone to pull the line for the reason.

Master Xuanci, what do you want to tell me...

"Amitabha!"

Juefeng and Juekong chanted the Buddha's name to Shen Xingliukou in unison, and bowed down, the latter quickly got up and saluted back: "I have seen two masters, may I ask who the old monk is?" ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Juefeng introduced: "That is the ancestor of the 'Hui' generation of my temple, the poor monk Juefeng, this is my junior brother, and his legal name is Juekong." ”

"Oh, I've seen two masters," Shen Xingliu said again, so it seems that Xuan Ci should be their master.

"Dare to ask the two masters, have you ever seen Mrs. Water and her party, I will come with them."

"I've seen it, donor, please!" Juefeng spread out a hand and asked.

The crowd of onlookers immediately parted ways, and in their eyes, this person was on par with Hui Yan, and they couldn't be disrespectful.

If Shen Xingliu knew what they were thinking, he would probably burrow into the cracks in the ground in shame, where was it comparable, it was obvious that he was crushed.

Juefeng sent Shen Xingliu up the mountain, and Juekong looked up, reverted to his previous strictness, and repelled a group of small novices.

......

Lingjue Temple is built on the mountain, surrounded by green on three sides, and there is a bamboo forest on both sides of the steps, which is extremely quiet.

"Master Shen, do you have any questions?"

Through the conversations along the way, Juefeng also knew Shen Xingliu's name.

"Yes," Shen Xingliu took out a bag from his arms and handed it to Juefeng, "This is given to me by Master Xuanci, I want to ask, what does he mean?" ”

Juefeng took the bag, and after getting permission, he opened it and saw that there was only a yellow, wordless piece of paper.

He pondered for a while and replied: "The deep meaning of Master Xuanci, the poor monks don't know, this paper is called Longhua paper, which is not common on weekdays, and only in a workshop in Liuzhou City, there is small-scale production. ”

"Uncle Shi can use this paper as a mystery, presumably this matter should be extremely important!"

Juefeng returned the bag, Shen Xingliu took it and pinched it, thinking in his heart: Liuzhou workshop? When everything is over, I have to go to Liuzhou first...

"Master Shen, what you saw in the Sumeru Illusion Realm today, and what Master Huiyan said, I hope to have a good understanding, it will only be beneficial to you, not harmless."

Shen Xingliu came back to his senses and bowed: "The kid has been taught!" ”

How much you can comprehend depends on personal chance, Juefeng bowed slightly, "This is the wing, and then there will be a meal sent to the room, and the donor will have a good rest." ”

After speaking, he didn't look back, turned around and left, he seemed to understand why Master Xuanci and Master Huiyan attached so much importance to this person.

In addition to Shen Xingliu's righteousness, he was surnamed Shen, could it be his son...

Shen Xingliu stood in place, bowed down and hugged his fists and said, "Master go slowly!" ”

The sunset on the horizon stretched his shadow very long and long.

"Brother Shen, you're here, what's the result? Did you win? The little wolf shook his nose and ran out of the chamber, cheering.

"Well, how can I say it, I won it..." Shen Xingliu was also unsure, but he was very curious about the Sumeru Illusion.

After coming out of the illusion, he only felt that his whole body was comfortable, and his thoughts were extremely clear, although he lost the chess game, at least he won himself.