The mountain behind Manfukuji Temple.

In front of the dilapidated and ancient temple, a rickety old man is wearing a brown monk's robe, holding a prayer bead, and sitting cross-legged on the ground.

His mouth kept chanting scriptures, and his deep voice drifted into the distance with the cold wind.

The little novice next to him stood behind the old man with a pale face, his emaciated body trembling slightly.

The shouts and screams in the temple in the front mountain are endless, and the atmosphere of slaughter, even if it is separated by several miles, makes people feel a chill to the bone.

"Hey~~"

A sigh rang out, and the Celestial Master came to Master Deadwood's side.

"Why are you here?"

Master Deadwood stopped chanting and whispered.

"Why don't you go?" The Celestial Master looked at the Deadwood Master with a complicated expression.

"The old man can't leave!" The Deadwood Master looked at the palace pavilion in front of him.

The golden roof shimmers in the bright sun.

That's Manpukuji Temple, and it's not Manfukuji Temple.

A thousand years ago, Wanfu Temple was just a small temple with three or five monks, and a hundred years ago, the Sanskrit sound in Wanfu Temple was faint, and the bell chime was fluttering. And now Wanfu Temple has become gorgeous and solemn, but only a little bit of Buddha nature is missing.

He always felt that Manfukuji had changed, and it was no longer the Manfukuji Temple it used to be.

But whether it is Wanfu Temple or not, that is his destination.

"Get out of here, it's a hundred!" The Celestial Master whispered.

"Even if the old man is here, it's a hundred!" Master Deadwood turned his head to look at the Celestial Master, and a kind smile appeared on his old face.

"Why bother?"

The Celestial Master's expression became more complicated.

"There is obsession in the heart, and there is long-term love in the world." Master Deadwood said.

"I thought you could see through it!" The Heavenly Master said.

"I'm still a human after all, not a Buddha!" Master Deadwood said.

He looked at the Heavenly Master with a serious expression, "You shouldn't have come." ”

The Heavenly Master smiled bitterly, "Hey, I have to come!" ”

"Yes!" Master Deadwood nodded, as if he understood why the Heavenly Master had to come.

"Now that you're here, let's get started!"

"We haven't fought in thirty years, hehe, the old man won't give in!"

The Celestial Master took a deep breath, "Please! ”

The cold wind is bleak, and everything is withering, just like the hearts of the two at this moment.

……

In front of Manfukuji Temple.

Qin Wei stood in place, his eyes slightly closed.

Ears were filled with shouts of killing and screams.

After coming into this world, the killing seemed to have been with him all the time.

From Kyoto to the current Manpukuji Temple, although he has never killed anyone, there are thousands of people who died in front of him.

He seemed to have become accustomed to this kind of screaming and blood, and in the face of all this, a quiet heart did not waver.

"Hey~ People will always change, and so will this king!"

Qin Wei opened his eyes, looked at the bluestone ground sprinkled with blood and the corpses lying on the ground, and muttered softly.

"Your Highness!"

At this time, Wang An came to Qin Wei.

"What's the matter?"

"The identity of that innate martial artist has been found!" Wang An's voice was a little low.

Qin Wei looked at him and asked, "From Kyoto?" ”

Wang An was stunned, "Your Highness already knows!" ”

"It's just speculation." Qin Wei said calmly: "Is it the two royal mansions, or the East Palace?" ”

"East Palace!" Wang An lowered his head.

East Palace!

Qin Wei couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

Compared with the East Palace, he would prefer to be the two royal mansions.

Because he can have no scruples about the two major palaces, but for the East Palace, he has to scruple about three points.

The prince is dying!

At this time, he must not move the East Palace.

Not only now, even after the death of the crown prince, he will not be able to move the East Palace in a short time.

Death is great!

After the death of the prince, the East Palace was lonely, and if he moved the East Palace, it would be somewhat impersonal.

Of course, what he cares about is not human affection, but Lihuang's attitude.

"Why do you want to tell this king?" Qin Wei asked.

Wang An trembled, "The old slave doesn't dare to deceive His Highness!" ”

"Actually, you can not say it, can you?"

"The old slave just wants to serve His Highness!" Wang An still kept his head down.

In fact, he should report this matter to the Imperial City first, and then decide whether to tell Qin Wei in the Imperial City or not.

But now he reported it to Qin Wei first.

"Thank you, princess!" The corners of Qin Wei's mouth curled slightly.

"The old slave is not hard!"

"Teach Xiaoshunzi more in the future!" Qin Wei said again.

Xiao Shunzi next to him was slightly stunned and looked at Qin Wei suspiciously.

Wang An's expression moved slightly, and a gleam bloomed between his eyes, "The old slave understands that the old slave will definitely train this kid well." ”

Xiao Shunzi looked at him Wang An.

Why do you want to train me?

Qin Wei bowed his head slightly and looked at the Wanfu Temple again.

Wang An grinned at Xiao Shunzi, and then his expression was correct, and he asked again: "Your Highness, do you want to report this matter to the imperial city?" ”

"You didn't report it?" Qin Wei was slightly surprised.

"The old slave does things for His Highness, so he naturally has to obey His Highness's orders." Wang Andao.

Qin Wei thought thoughtfully, "There is no need to report it, and it will save the emperor's grandfather from being angry." ”

Donggong wants to assassinate him, even if this kind of thing is reported to Emperor Li, Emperor Lihuang probably won't investigate it deeply, at most it is just a reprimand or a little punishment.

There is no point in such a punishment, and it is better not to report it.

"Little Shunzi!" Qin Wei called.

"Whoa!" Xiao Shunzi hurriedly responded.

"In the future, the prince will be your godfather!" Qin Wei commanded.

"Ahh Xiao Shunzi was stunned.

"Can't you?" Qin Wei looked at him.

"Okay, whatever Your Highness says, it's what it is!" Xiao Shunzi bowed his head and said.

"Old slave Xie His Royal Highness is compassionate!" Wang An grinned at Xiao Shunzi again and bowed down.

Wang An reported the matter of the East Palace to Qin Wei first, representing his loyalty to Qin Wei.

And letting Xiao Shunzi be Wang An's godson is Qin Wei's recognition of Wang An.

Generation after generation of emperors and generation of ministers, as long as Qin Wei is still there, Xiao Shunzi's status naturally does not need to be said.

With this relationship between godfather and son, no matter what Wang An does in the future, Xiao Shunzi will miss this love.

……

The wind is cold, and the mountains are withering.

As long as people live, they will have a lot of unavoidable suffering, either because of themselves or because of others.

Whether it is a congenital martial artist or a monk or a Taoist, they are just a leaf in this world.

When the tide is rolling, we must all go with the flow.

After all, the Heavenly Master and the Deadwood Master still couldn't transcend it.

They can't change the general trend, they can only let it be driven by it.

The two have been old friends for decades, but at this moment they have to face each other.

The eyes full of vicissitudes were full of mixed emotions.

The two rickety bodies collided one after another, and a dull sound swept around with a heavy power.

"Hahaha~~ Old thing, the older you get, the worse you get!"

Master Deadwood laughed.

I saw that he was bathed in golden light, and his two shriveled palms kept bombarding like heavy giant hammers.

Each bombardment made the Celestial Master take a step back.

"The old man just doesn't want you to lose too badly."

The Heavenly Master's eyes were shining.

Ling Xubu stepped into the air, his thin palm slapping in the void, and bursts of thunder sounded.

The Deadwood Master smiled at this.

The golden mangs on the palm of the hand are a little better.

The golden energy collided with the blue thunder, and a violent wind erupted and swept away in all directions.

"Don't keep your hands, the old man is old, but he can't last long!"

Master Deadwood said.

The Heavenly Master's eyes moved slightly, he looked at him with a solemn expression, and said, "Then it's the last move." ”

"Good!"

Thunder sounded, thunder rolled.

The brilliant thunder mang wrapped around the old heavenly master's arm, spreading out all over his body.

An invisible and violent power envelops heaven and earth.

The surrounding dry grass and trees were all shaken to powder at this moment.

King Kong glass!

Buddhism authentic stunts.

It is based on the two exercises of Vajra Fist and Liuli Body.

A punch shook the world.

The rickety body, the old face, and a fist bathed in golden mangs struck with majestic power.

This punch contains hundreds of years of cultivation and perception of dead wood.

Strong!

There was a thunderstorm, and the old heavenly master waved his palms with all his might.

The two are old friends, and although they haven't competed for decades, he knows very well that in terms of strength alone, he is a little worse than Deadwood.

I saw that my fists and palms were about to collide together.

Suddenly.

The Heavenly Master found that Deadwood's fist seemed to be three points weaker, and the direction was also off.

It was just a deviation of three or two points, but it missed his palm perfectly.

The pupils between his eyes condensed sharply, and he tried to withdraw his palms.

But it's too late!

Bang!

The palm was imprinted on Deadwood's chest.

He had already regained five points of strength, but the dead wood had dispersed all the glass bodies.

Rumble!!

The fist grazed past the ears of the old heavenly master and bombarded the dilapidated temple gate, causing the temple gate to collapse with the earthen wall.

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

A dark red shot of blood.

"Ahem!! No, no, old! Deadwood coughed up blood.

The Celestial Master looked at him blankly.

"Why?"

He never wanted to kill Deadwood, he just wanted to stop Deadwood from going to Manfukuji Temple.

"You can't be liberated if you don't die!"

Deadwood said with a smile.

His rickety body trembled, and he staggered and did not stand still, and collapsed to the ground.

The Heavenly Master hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him.

"I~~"

"A day sooner or later!"

Master Deadwood looked in the direction of Wanfu Temple, slightly distracted.

The killing continued, and he couldn't hear the screams anymore, just the glittering golden roof.

The roof was very bright, very bright, just like the light of the Buddha on the Buddha.

He knew that the Heavenly Master didn't want to kill him, but he still wanted to die at the hands of the Heavenly Master.

If you are going to die, why not under the hands of the Heavenly Master?

It is more comfortable to die under the hands of the Celestial Master than to die of old age, to die of illness, and to be killed by some inexplicable person.

"It's okay, you didn't kill me, this is the relief I want for myself!"

The dead wood seemed to be comforting the Heavenly Master.

The Old Celestial Master let out a long breath with a shudder.

Killing, he doesn't care.

People are in the rivers and lakes, whose hands are not stained with blood.

But seeing his old friend die in his hands, he couldn't accept it for a while.

"There is no end to the sea of suffering!"

"Sea of Bitterness~"

Deadwood pointed to the ruined temple.

He closed his eyes.

The cold wind is gone, the mountains are gone, and the old man sitting in front of the Buddha is gone.

Heaven and earth seem to be colder.

The Celestial Master looked at the little novice hiding behind the door in the temple.

The Dharma name of the little novice is called the Sea of Bitterness.

The ignorant eyes were full of fear and uneasiness.

The Heavenly Master raised his head and looked around, the heavens and the earth were long, and he suddenly felt an indescribable coldness.

He lifted up the body of the dead wood.

The corpse was cold.

His heart was colder.

"Sea of Bitterness!"

"Let's go with the old man!"

The little novice came out of the ruined temple and looked at him, "The ancestor said that I can't blame you. ”

Dead wood has long been determined to die.

"Then would you be resentful?" The Celestial Master asked.

Kuhai's body trembled, his hands folded, and he chanted: "Amitabha, the little monk has no complaints." ”

The Celestial Master looked down at him.

"Forget it, don't be a monk in the future, go back to the Heavenly Master's Mansion with the old man."

Kuhai bowed his head and remained silent, following behind the Heavenly Master step by step.

The Heavenly Master held the corpse of the dead wood, and the bitter sea pulled the clothes of the dead wood.

The three of them walked on a bleak mountain road.

(End of chapter)