Venerable Withered Leaf looked at Su Mo blankly, listening to the story in his mouth.

A peerless image of a high Buddha unconsciously appeared in my mind, that person...... It seems to be closer to the Buddha than him.

The hall fell into absolute silence, and no one spoke for a long time.

The sound of the Buddha bell rang, echoing throughout the ancient temple, with a trace of indescribable thoughts.

Shusheng looked at Su Mo's expression and sighed softly.

He seemed to be able to feel it in Su Mo's words...... The old monk in Su Mo's mouth seemed to have a great influence on him.

And his coming to this hanging temple seems to be related to the old monk......

And Rouge just looked at Su Mo with some distress, and there was an apology in his eyes unconsciously.

The man's brother seems to have suffered a lot.

He carried the burden of Pei's alone, living alone in the world, watching the suffering of the world.

Weather-beaten, young man with a white head......

Su Mo seemed to be a little sluggish, slowly turned his head, and left the Buddha hall.

Shusheng and Rouge also followed, leaving the monks in the huge Buddha hall dazed and sluggish.

In the three days, the Venerable Withered Leaves had all been defeated.

The emperor of the world, they don't seem to understand.

He has Buddha nature, a deep Buddha nature.

It's just that as an emperor, how can he understand the Buddha?

But who knows if he just understands Buddhism......

The withered leaves turned their heads in a trance, looked at the hundred-zhang golden Buddha in the hall, and slowly knelt on the ground.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The Buddha beads turn lightly, and the wooden fish accompanies the bell.

"His Holiness." Several Arhats walked up behind the withered leaves and clasped their hands together, "Do you want to lock this matter of the Tao in the Hanging Temple?" ”

The Buddha bead in the withered leaf's hand trembled violently, and then shook his head, "Let it be." ”

"If you lose, you lose."

Luo Han nodded, looked in the direction Su Mo left, and muttered to himself, "This Your Majesty of ours seems to be the Buddha that His Holiness has been looking for." ”

Withered Leaf shook his head and sighed lightly, and he didn't know what the expression was on his face that had never turned his head.

I don't know what I'm thinking...

Just looked up at the hundred-foot golden Buddha, and seemed to see a different Buddha light flashing away.

"Ami... Buddha ......"

......

Following.

The sunrise glow shines on the hanging ancient temple above the clouds, reflecting a golden holy pilgrimage.

Pieces of floating cones, large and small, hung above the clouds, and they came close to the largest ancient temple at some point.

In that holy halo, it was extraordinarily quiet.

Su Mo and the three of them walked into the Buddha hall as usual, and the Buddha hall was full of Buddhist disciples inside and outside.

The withered leaves stood silently in the hall, waiting for Su Mo to come......

Today is the last day, and it seems that he is only waiting for Su Mo to take away the last divine thought of the demon saint.

However, it seems that they know that the matter may not be over......

Shusheng and Rouge looked at such a big battle in the Hanging Temple, and suddenly frowned slightly, not knowing what this big battle in the Hanging Temple wanted to do.

I can only be secretly on guard.

But Su Mo just walked calmly in front of the withered leaves, wearing a white dragon-patterned robe with his steps.

The withered leaves didn't speak, but silently ran the Demon Tower, releasing the last soul thought of the Demon Saint.

Su Mo put away the last soul of the demon saint, and then looked at the dead leaves.

"Amitabha, the thoughts of the four divine souls of the demon saint have been handed over to Your Majesty." Withered Leaf clasped his hands together and said slowly: "I don't know what Your Majesty wants to discuss with the poor monk today?" ”

Su Mo waved his hand, "I won't discuss with His Holiness today, I have something I want to ask His Holiness." ”

The withered leaves seemed to have been prepared, and there was no accident, so he just nodded and said, "Your Majesty, it's okay to say." ”

Su Mo slowly sat on the cushion prepared by the dead leaves and took a deep breath.

"I wonder if His Holiness has ever heard that after the death of a monk, the body does not decay but turns into a golden body, what is the reason?"

Su Mo's words seemed to be a little apprehensive and a little uneasy.

Hearing this, Withered Leaf's body trembled, and he looked at Su Mo fiercely.

"Your Majesty is talking about that friend of Your Majesty?"

Su Mo didn't hide it, just nodded......

Seeing Su Mo's determination, Withered Leaf's eyes were dilated for a while, and his expression was confused.

All the Buddhist disciples inside and outside the Buddha hall were also like withered leaves in an instant, looking at Su Mo in disbelief.

Shusheng and Rouge looked at the reactions of the Buddhist disciples suspiciously, and seemed to be a little puzzled all of a sudden.

It seems that Su Mo's words shocked these disciples of the Hanging Temple.

Su Mo stared at the withered leaves, but saw the withered leaves turn to look at the hundred-foot golden Buddha, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Su Mo looked at the back of the withered leaf and frowned, "Venerable hasn't answered Yu I yet." ”

Withered Leaf still didn't answer Su Mo directly, but slowly told a story:

"It is rumored that when the world first opened, there was a monk who walked the world and saw the suffering of the world, but this monk didn't understand why people who suffered a lot in the world were unwilling to let go of their obsessions."

The monk took off his robe and walked into the red dust.

He wanted to see, what are the people of this world clinging to? Obviously, you only need to break the attachment to be detached. ”

"It seems that only by walking into the red dust can we find the people who bring out the red dust."

"So, the monk went through the life of the world." biquge.biz

"He met a woman who had fallen into the red dust, and he asked her why she was clinging to the sea of suffering."

The woman smiled and asked him, "What is the sea of suffering?"

The monk replied, "Red dust is a sea of suffering!"

The woman retorted: "The monk is not me, how do you know that I am in the sea of suffering and not in bliss?"

"The monk did not know how to answer, and in his eyes, bliss was also a sea of suffering."

"But the monk still insists on crossing the woman out of the red dust, the red dust is poisonous, and the woman's time is short."

So, the woman made an agreement with the monk that as long as the monk could make her feel something more blissful than the red dust, she would come out of the red dust.

"In order to save the woman, the monk gave up his Dharma body and married the woman."

"They have been together for several years, and the woman has withdrawn from the red dust, but she still seems to be in a sea of suffering."

"The monk could not understand and grew depressed."

"In the day and night together, the monk moved his heart, and the two fell in love with each other. But the woman still died in his arms. ”

"Before she died, she asked him, "What is bliss?"

The monk shook his head, as if even he was confused.

The woman saw the monk's confusion and smiled and gave the monk an answer..."

"Raw... Bliss! ”

"After the monk buried the woman, he withdrew from the red dust and drifted away from the world."

"Finally, the monk came to a tree on a mountain."

"Thinking about the woman's words, the monk finally came to his senses......"

As he lay dying, he plucked the fruit of a tree and ate it. Then sit under that tree and become a Buddha. ”

"The golden body does not decay ......"

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