"Buddha...... It's not Senior Brother Daoxuan. ”

When Song Yiren said this, for some reason, he looked at Jin Yi's expression frozen, his eyes were in disbelief, and he actually gave birth to a kind of "pleasant" pleasure in his heart.

The voice of the Great Sect Master of the Vinaya Sect was like a knife, word by word, containing violent anger.

"What are you talking about?"

Song Yiren put aside these thoughts and was unmoved, his voice was still cold, "Why should the great sect master be angry, the dispute of Zen law is witnessed by thousands of people...... Are you suspecting that Jinglian is talking?"

Joke?

He Song Yiren has seen many big scenes since he was a child, and he will be afraid of you as a great sect master of the Vinaya?

The dad standing next to him is a vegetarian?

At the same time, strange thoughts crossed my mind...... The monks don't speak, and he is not a monk...... The monk is a vegetarian, and his father is indeed not a vegetarian......

Shook his head.

Song Yiren said coldly: "Please also ask the great sect master, be cautious in your words and deeds." ”

Jin Yi struggled to make his breathing sound no longer heavy.

Anger control.

Anger control.

Since taking charge of the Vinaya sect, his temperament has indeed become easily angry, and he is easily impulsive, probably because of his perennial dealings with blood, this spiritual mountain is a holy land, but there must always be someone to face the darkness...... Over the decades, he has killed many living beings, and according to the karma of Buddhism, he has also been burdened with unforgivable karma.

He doesn't ask for anything in return, the only thing he asks for is that Lingshan can become better because of his own efforts.

After Jin Yi controlled his gaffe, he made his voice sound much softer, "The battle of Zen law is carried out in the bathing Buddha puja, and the final winner is the Buddha, I don't know if I remember wrong?"

Song Yiren shook his head and said, "The Great Sect Master is not mistaken, it is indeed this rule. ”

Jin Yi spoke again: "Shenxiu is dead. ”

This sentence is already a kind of certainty, and it sets off the meaning of another sentence.

Shenxiu is dead.

Zen lost.

So...... It was the Vinaya who won.

But Jin Yi didn't say this directly, he changed the conversation, looked at Da Keqing's son sincerely, and asked sincerely: "So...... I want to ask, if the Buddha is not a Taoist, who else can it be?"

Song Yiren scratched his head through the hat.

He was silent.

In fact, I was thinking about how to answer Jin Yi's question...... Throwing out the name "lark" directly seems to be too deterrent.

An ascetic from the Great Wall of the East?the name of a strange boy who has never been collected by Lingshan information?

The young man under the hat smiled helplessly.

The voice of the great sect master of Zen Buddhism relieved him of the siege.

The magnificent, ethereal Buddha voice sounded beside Master Mu Heng.

He kept his hands folded and recited in obscure ancient Sanskrit the words of the Xuyun Master before his retreat.

"The Flame Twister...... Inherit the position of the Buddha. ”

Jin Yi's expression was a little ugly, this is a prophecy that has been circulated before the "Zen Law Dispute" began, the one who twists the fire, where is the one who twists the fire?

Neither Shenxiu nor Daoxuan are fire-twisters!

Master Mu Heng, who looked sad, paced slowly and came to Song Yiren's side, he looked at the clear eyes under the hat, he couldn't suppress his sadness, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to know...... How did Shenxiu die?"

than to answer Jin Yi.

The Song Yi people are even more reluctant to answer this question.

He glanced at his father.

The big guest secretary took himself from

Brought down the carriage, in fact, it is to let yourself speak...... The identity of a junior may be more appropriate to say the "shame" of Buddhism in Mingsha Mountain.

Song Yiren took a deep breath.

"Shenxiu, in a sense, I killed him. ”

Sigh.

He didn't give the two great sect masters a chance to react, and continued to speak: "Master Gu Xing, the abbot of Xiaoleiyin Temple, colluded with the ghost cultivator to steal the wish fire, and slaughtered the disciples of the Buddha on the occasion of the bathing Buddha puja, trying to awaken the ghost Buddha 'Ayia Nava' with evil magic, and Zen Zen Shenxiu is also one of them...... After the plan failed, he was subdued by me with a 'rope of tyke', and he chose to kill himself before I could kill him. ”

Like a thunderbolt.

Mu Heng couldn't believe it at all, and his whole brain was blank...... This great sect master of Zen Buddhism, who has always been as steady as a mountain, almost fell into the yellow sand, his body was shaky, and he was supported by Song Que raising his hand and popping out a wave of energy, so as not to lose face.

And the same is true of Jinyi.

The two great sect masters, who have been in high positions in Lingshan for a long time, have been cautious and divined the hexagram in advance, but they never expected that such a serious "mutiny" would occur in Xiaoleiyin Temple!

"Gu Xing...... ......"

Mu Heng covered his lips, a mouthful of blood had already overflowed through the gap between his fingertips, and said in a trembling voice: "How can Shenxiu be this kind of person, Gu Xing misleads my Zen Sect! Gu Xing misunderstands my Zen Sect!"

Song Yiren sighed helplessly.

Jin Yi panicked, and hurriedly said, "How is Daoxuan?"

"Senior Brother Daoxuan is fine, he has never been sick. ”

Song Yiren looked at the great sect master, and his voice unconsciously became a little colder, "Senior brother lost to Shenxiu in the battle of Zen law, if Elder Jin Yi wants the result of the battle of Zen law...... Then there it is. ”

Dao Xuan was defeated.

Shenxiu is dead.

The two sects of Zen and Vinaya have been fighting for so long, and as a result, Zen Buddhism is not a winner, nor is the Vinaya sect.

Jin Yi's eyes were also a little black, his steps staggered, it was a pity that Song Que just looked at it coldly, and did not mean to "help", the great sect master of the Vinaya Sect pulled out the burning stick behind his back, and plunged it into the yellow sand, stopped shaking his body, raised his head, and asked fiercely: "Who is the Buddha?"

Song Yiren did not speak.

"It's me. ”

A thin, somewhat faint voice sounded in the first carriage.

The young man with the hat, the heart in his chest was almost about to jump out, approaching the Buddhist gate, his breathing became heavy, and he had already heard the sounds outside the car and the conversation.

And after emptying his mind, he made this choice.

Da Keqing, who had his back to the lark, showed a somewhat relieved smile.

This little guy is really a very smart man, and he stayed in the carriage to ask him to wait for the right time to appear.

It is...... Right now.

Holding the carriage out, stepping on the lark in the yellow sand, slowly took off his hat, he did not have too many habits to hide his face, the previous Song Yi people's advice, he also forgot it, left behind, so under the light of the golden cave sky, in the long night, those ascetics above the city, all saw the delicate face under the hat.

That ...... The face of the Buddha.

The eyes with aura, slightly feminine, but not delicate facial features, the jaw is quite sharp and angular, and the eyes are still resolute.

The lark spoke again, this time instead of looking at the two great sect masters, he stood under the wall of Lingshan Mountain, looking at the countless ascetics on the head of the city, and at the thousands of living beings encircled behind the city wall.

"Buddha, it's me. ”

It's a kind of announcement.

Jin Yi suddenly felt a "majestic" force, a huge inspiring force that wanted to drain his soul from the heavenly spirit cover.

His heart seemed to be beating faster.

Not only the Great Elder of the Vinaya Sect, but with the action of this Buddhist young man taking off his hat and throwing it on the yellow sand, everyone's heartbeat accelerated.

Song Yiren's eyelids jumped wildly.

He looked at the young man who slowly walked out of the carriage in amazement.

The lark raised his head, looking at the thousands of fires behind the night of the Lingshan City Wall, throwing away the hat with one hand, and holding his chest with the other hand, as if to hold down his "heartbeat" sound.

The words he had complained about to himself earlier......

Recalled.

The lark said that his heart was beating a drum.

Now Song Yiren clearly heard the voice in his heart.

"Boom!"

A dull sound.

It's like a drum!

The grains of sand in the yellow sand are jumping rhythmically.

"Boom!"

The interval is smooth, but the second sound is more intense!

The lark felt the great call, he clutched his heart, and released his soul...... So the entire city wall of Lingshan, all the ascetics, together with the territory of Lingshan, the mountain peaks, the quiet rooms, the people in the market town, and the sleeping chickens and dogs, all heard the fanatical and pious heartbeat of this young man's heart.

Futu Ancient Grotto, a dusty Bodhisattva sculpture, sits on its knees, holding a tin staff in its right hand and a wishful jewel in its left hand, and the corners of its lips seem to be slightly upturned.

The voice of the lark trembled in the yellow sand.

"If there are good men and good women in the next life......"

The drums grew louder.

"Or because of life, or because of public or private, or because of life and death, or because of urgency, into the mountains and forests, or through rivers and seas, or through great waters, or through dangerous roads......"

No matter how big it is.

"It is a person who should first recite the name of Jizo Bodhisattva ten thousand times. ”

Larger.

"The land passed, the ghosts and gods guarded, walked, sat and sit, always safe and happy, and even met tigers, wolves and lions, and all poison could not damage it. ”

At the end of the thought, the young man raised his head and looked at the sky above the Lingshan city wall, and the incense that had been dormant in the Futu Grottoes for a long time, one after another, rose up in levitation, gathering a huge smiling Bodhisattva face above the earth boundary.

The two sides look at each other.

One in heaven.

One in the world.

The Great Sect Master of the Law Sect with a pale expression, holding the vajra stick at the moment, could not control the trembling of his body, and he muttered and repeated the words of the Void Cloud Master.

"The Flame Twister...... Inherit the position of the Buddha. ”

Twist Fire ......

Twist Fire ......

Such an ethereal thing.

The young man standing in the light of the Buddha was dressed in flying clothes and his body was thin, but his voice was extremely firm.

He walked out of the small Xun temple and saw all living beings.

At this moment, he opened his mouth to announce to all beings.

"My name is Skylark. ”

"It's a disciple of the Quan Chen. ”

"It's the Buddha of Lingshan. ”

"It's also ......"

"The flame twister of Jizo Bodhisattva. ”

This voice is like a sudden drum in the world.

Lingshan has been waiting for this drum for too long.

The lark closed his voice, and someone in the city really beat the heavy drum, and the drum beat like a wave, and it was superimposed.

The sound of brilliant drums resounded in the long night.

Song Yiren let out a long breath, looked at his junior brother with mixed emotions, and then shouted loudly.

"Open the gates—"

"Hijizo!"