The Hanging Temple itself is a sect like a Buddhist country, except for the practice of the temple, it is a huge land, and most of the believers live.

And the ones responsible for maintaining orderly production and sheltering believers are the temples in various places. It is equivalent to the general government.

At this time, on an unnamed hill in the domain.

Two bald heads, one old and one young, sat side by side - facing the moonlight, meditating.

One bald head is clean and shiny, while the other bald head is a little dirty and not very beautiful.

And the eyes of the two monks were extremely open, without a trace of meditation to the Buddha.

The old face is yellow, and he is naturally a bitter monk.

Those who know him know that he has never been willing to stay in the main temple of the Hanging Temple, but he travels everywhere at every turn, and he does not see anyone all year round. And every time he returns to the Hanging Temple, a small temple built randomly on this nameless hill is the place where he often rests.

"Alas. After being silent for a long time, the bitter monk sighed and said, "I don't know how your junior brother Jingshen is doing in Linzi." ”

The young monk Jingli said in a sullen voice: "Linzi is not a blessed place, and the junior brother is allowed to suffer in the encirclement of those red and pink skeletons. ”

Monk Kujue coughed: "Yes, although your Jingshen junior brother has a wisdom root, his blessing is not as good as yours!"

The monk sat on the ground on the hill with the master, without even a clean mat, but the wind blew the monk's clothes very cool, and said happily: "Master, don't test it again, and take the junior brother back earlier, and enjoy the happiness together!"

"......" The yellow-faced old monk Tian said shamelessly: "This still depends on the fate, the time has not come, the time has come, he can get lost and know his way back, and the master can take him back to the mountain gate." ”

Monk Jingli sighed sympathetically: "Senior brother is really pitiful, when will the time come?"

"It's heavenly. Ku Jue shook his head with a serious face: "Buddha said, don't say it!"

The monk closed his mouth innocently, looking like I would definitely keep it a secret.

Looking at this simple apprentice, Kujue couldn't help but sigh again.

"If only my poor pure goose apprentice were still alive......"

The young monk had a strange expression.

"What's wrong with you?"

Monk Jingli said with some cringe: "Senior Brother Jinghai said, I don't have any Senior Brother Jingyan at all, it's all made up by you. ”

Kujue's eyes glared: "What nonsense! Your senior brother Jing'e is commonly known as Zuo Guanglie, born in the famous Zuo clan in the Chu State, and you don't know how majestic you are when you are alive, so can you be fake?"

"Ugh. Monk Jingli said: "Senior Brother Jinghai said that you didn't teach Zuo Guanglie anything, and people are powerful, but it has nothing to do with you." ”

Kujue was about to get angry, thought about it, pressed it down again, and asked, "What else did he say?"

Jingli scratched his bald head, feeling apprehensive, but after all, he didn't dare to lie to the master: "Senior Brother Jinghai also said that you had to accept Zuo Guanglie as a disciple, set a law name for him, and ran to block his door, but Zuo Guanglie summoned a bunch of strong people to come over, and almost let you confess in Chu State......!

"He knows what a fart!" Kujue stood up suddenly, furious, and the ragged monk's robe hunted under the moon.

Jingli shrunk his neck and said, "He said that Uncle Bitter Illness told him." ”

"Bitterness knows what a fart!" said Kujue continued to scold angrily.

"The abbot said......"

"The abbot knows a ...... The abbot only knows a little bit about the skin!"

Jingli shrunk his neck and finished speaking: "The abbot said that if I hear the master scolding, I will plug my ears. ”

Kujue begged him: "Who do you listen to?"

"Who's listening to whom. ”

Kujue nodded: "There is Huigen." ”

After saying that, he suddenly sighed again: "If Jing'e Goose is not my destined apprentice, how can I find your Jingshen junior brother in the dark through his residual spiritual light?"

Speaking of the clean goose, there was real sadness in the eyes of this yellow-faced old monk.

"I can't gather souls anymore. Otherwise, you should be allowed to meet your brothers......"

Jingli lowered his eyebrows and frowned, and felt a little sad: "Then Senior Brother Jing's goose has indeed entered?"

"I haven't had time to go through the motions yet!" Ku Jue said angrily: "But in my generation of cultivators, what do you care about those vulgar rituals? Otherwise......"

Otherwise, he didn't continue.

Is it really possible to fight the Qin State because of life and death on the battlefield? In the name of a master who has "not yet started"?

Not to mention whether it was looking for death, in fact, although he unilaterally determined that Zuo Guanglie was his destined disciple through the secret method, Zuo Guanglie never ignored him. was even annoyed by being entangled, and directly gathered a group of masters to chase him out of the Chu Realm......

There was silence on the hill for a long time.

"What happened?" Kujue asked suddenly.

He asked about the follow-up to the chat between Jingli and the bitter disciple Jinghai.

There is a tacit understanding between master and apprentice.

Seeing that the master's mood seemed to be better, Jingli grinned, "When he goes back, put him in a grinding bag and beat him with a stick." ”

Kujue nodded and praised: "Good apprentice!"

......

However, it was said that in the old site of Kurong Temple, the sound of the Buddha's horn in Jiang Wang's ears became clearer and clearer.

And Chong Xuansheng and Fourteen beside him didn't hear anything.

Jiang Wang's hand on the sword gradually let go. Confused, he began to walk around without direction, suddenly turning left, suddenly turning right.

Chong Xuansheng and Fourteen didn't know the situation, so they didn't dare to disturb for a while, so they had to follow closely by their side.

It's a strange situation.

At this time, Jiang Wang only felt that something was calling him, calling him to approach and explore, and he was just following the direction of the call.

But his consciousness was actually quite clear, he was thinking, and he didn't notice the movement of his body.

If he heard correctly, the Buddha name was "Amitabha".

After the Hanging Temple Kujue came to the door and forced him to accept the disciples, in order to know himself and the other, Jiang Wang also made up some knowledge of the Shi family.

For example, such an honorable position as "Amitabha", of course, he will not ignore it.

According to the Mahayana Sutra, in the past, Amitabha Buddha established the Western Elysium, a vast range of sentient beings.

Most of the disciples of the Buddha family have spent their lives in penance, mostly for the sake of entering the world of bliss, for the sake of rebirth bliss, which shows the respect of this Buddha.

The voice was faint and faint, and it reached the ears, but it became more and more grandiose.

Such as Hong Zhong Da Lu, shocking the body and mind.

At such a time, for some reason, Jiang Wei also remained silent.

Jiang Wang walked among the ruins, but he was completely ignorant.

I don't know when he felt a faint disgust for himself in his heart, and he felt that he had done a lot of evil.

The killing is the first to bear the brunt.

The people who have been killed, the people who have died because of him, face after face turn before his eyes.

"We are brothers. Why...... Why can't you forgive me...... Once. "It's Fang Pengju.

"You ...... It seems to hate me very much...... "It's Hu Shaomeng."

"All things have been decided, and they are as promised. Jiang Wang, I'll kill you!"

......

"When the time comes to the Age of Bones, I will definitely treat you well. "It's a snake-faced one.

"Who is the tiger, who wants to pick the head of the veteran!" is Ji Cheng!

......

"That's right, thank you. "It's Xu Fang.

......

There were also some vague and faint figures, dangling in front of him, also in a trance.

Countless faces approached, countless mouths opened.

The close and noisy voice, vibrating and finally converging into one sentence-

"You have to make a difference...... But how innocent am I?"