The wind blowing through the mountain trail behind Zifeng carries the coolness of late autumn.

Eight or nine purple-clothed masked sect members rushed over in Bei Mingxuan's eyes, getting closer and closer. When he was terrified, he couldn't think of any way to escape......! Is it really going to be like this?

"Brush~"

A purple shadow flew out of nowhere, shuttling through the group of purple-clothed cultists at a speed faster than lightning.

This magical, incredible scene, only watched Bei Mingxuan was shocked and sighed. He only swallowed his saliva, and the purple light and shadow had already swam among several purple-clothed people!

These purple-clothed people can win the trust of Bei Gu Feng, and the strength of the qi vein will not be underestimated. But compared with this purple shadow, which is so fast that the naked eye cannot catch the free shuttle among the purple-clothed crowd, it is very different.

The purple shadow finally stopped and stood silently in Bei Mingxuan's line of sight. After a moment's effort, several purple-clothed people with stalemate movements and expressionless faces fell to the ground one after another, fainting.

This fierce mysterious man always had his back to Bei Mingxuan, and he had no intention of turning around. His decoration is no different from that of the man in purple lying on the ground. If he didn't guess wrong, he should be the one who paid attention to Bei Mingxuan!

At this time, Yu Qianqian also appeared and walked over. With a touch of worry, she glanced at the purple-clothed man who had fainted to the ground, and then looked at the man.

The first to speak was the mysterious man: "Hurry up, don't delay any longer!" He only finished saying this and walked away to look into the mountains and forests.

Bei Mingxuan suddenly said, "Thank you, Fifth Brother!"

If Bei Mingxuan didn't guess wrong, this person ...... It should be the fifth of the Seven Evils!

The mysterious man in purple hesitated for a moment, but finally did not look back: "Big brother asked me to tell you that Yu Wanshan has been haunted by the Temple of the Dead recently. ”

Yu Qianqian stared at Mo Xiao's figure and disappeared into the jungle, her expression glazed over. When the name was mentioned again, when she heard these three words again, her heart couldn't help but ache.

On this day, Bei Mingxuan and Yu Qianqian hurriedly left Wushan Purple Peak. At the request of Yu Qianqian, the two first went to Wushan Cangfeng.

Hundreds of peaks, pines and cypresses into the clouds. Days have passed, and the strong smell of blood has not yet dissipated.

The emaciated figure silently looked at the endless sea of corpses in front of her, the place where she had spent half her life. Eyes full of flesh and blood, broken walls.

What else could she find from this place? She finally wept again...... Wail...... until the whole body is exhausted.

That night, she had a nightmare. In the dream, everyone turned into a bloody ghost, crying and rushing to tell her that she didn't deserve to die!

When she woke up from her dream, she found herself lying on the solid chest of a man. He hugged himself deeply in his arms and repeatedly chanted, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Xuan Xuan is here, Xuan Xuan is always by his side, don't be afraid." ”

That night, the man never slept. He was afraid that she would wake up from her dream again, and all she could see was night......

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Inside the Temple of the Afterlife

The buzzing bell seems to come from ancient times, carrying a magnificent, empty momentum, swinging through the temple, and the sound is thousands of miles away. Soon, the crisp wind chimes flickered and fell. Forming a unique Sanskrit sound in this golden wave.

Wisps of sandalwood wafting from the temple of the dead and the countless muffled chanting voices can make people forget the glitz and calm the restlessness.

Behind a blue spring that crosses the temple, there are many ancient temples. It only became broad through the vision of the ancient temple.

At the end of countless bluestone slabs, there are many stone statues of gods and Buddhas sitting or standing. There are so many Buddha statues that people can't see them all, and each one of them is exquisitely carved and lifelike.

Looking up, you can know that countless small Buddha utensils are carved under the knees of this giant Buddha that is high in the sea of clouds and beyond the eyes!

At this time, under the knees of this giant Buddha, there is a clear shadow standing quietly in front of many Buddha statues. Her aqua blue dress swayed and sank slightly, and she had been looking up for a long time, silently watching.

"Donor, I've been here for half an hour, but what are you thinking?" a dry voice came from behind Ah Ying.

Ah Ying Xu felt that his neck was a little stiff, raised his hand to help it, turned sideways, and saw that the Master of Bitterness walked over calmly. He asked, "Why, believe it? Can it, do it?"

The rosary in the master's withered hand did not stop, the wrinkles on his face deepened a little, and he smiled awkwardly: "Old monk, I never believed in it!"

He straightened his body slightly to face the mountain Buddha, looked up, and said, "It's just a rotten stone, but it's a lot bigger than an ordinary stone." How many innocent lives were taken by two dynasties and three generations for it back then, and it was a scourge!"

Ah Ying affirmed in a clear voice: "It is a Buddha, you believe in it, you all believe in it." ”

The Master of Bitterness shook his head in some disapproval. He walked slowly to the many Buddha statues, and raised his hand to touch a strange-looking Buddha statue with three heads and six arms, "There are a total of 1,008 stone statues here, representing 1,008 kinds of calamities and misery ...... in the world."

"A croaking baby comes without a thing, walks through this world, and when he says goodbye, he can't find anything, it is a kind of sorrow......"

Ah Ying said without any tone: "Only life, not death, but there is sorrow?"

The bitter master wanted to turn around, but he couldn't turn around, and replied with a somewhat ridiculous smile: "Don't laugh, everything in this world is in the cycle of reincarnation, and some people will be destroyed when they are born, so why is it said that they are only born and immortal." ”

Ah Ying did not answer the bittersweet words again.

He moved slowly and came to another stone Buddha, "Everyone has desires, and if they have desires, they will ask, and this statue represents the suffering of asking but not being able to get it." ”

"I don't know what to ask for, isn't it, won't it be bitter?"

The bitter master paused, but did not answer Ah Ying, and continued to come to another Buddha statue with a body like a snake, "Everything in the world is cause and effect, and this is the calamity of cause and effect, sorrow. ”

Ah Ying said: "There is only cause and effect, isn't it, there is no calamity, sorrow?"

"The many sufferings in the world cannot be solved by relying on it, so we never believe in it, but only in ourselves......" Ku Le's newly raised head slowly drooped.

Wisps of warm sunlight shone on the towering giant Buddha, shining abnormally, climbing up the bittersweet and thin face, and the knife-like folds became clearer.

"The benefactor has peerless miraculous skills, and he is not a ferocious person, but should be like this towering mountain Buddha standing between heaven and earth to find the answers to all questions. ”

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According to the rules of the Temple of the Dead, whenever a monk passes away, 7749 Buddhist disciples are required to chant the sutra for seven days. In the past two days, the sound of chanting in the temple of the past life has been interrupted from time to time.

After the news of the death of Master Du Nan spread, all kinds of people came to mourn day by day. During his lifetime, he traveled all over the world to help people in the world get out of the sea of suffering, and there were no less than 1,000 people and 100 people.

Ah Man, who was hiding under the yellow leaf ancient tree, sent a middle-aged man in white with a sword into the hall of the Temple of the Dead, and said in his heart: "Eight people came yesterday, and four people have already come at this hour today. ”

A voice sounded behind Aman: "Senior Brother Aman recently stopped here to watch, what are your thoughts?"

But what came was the refuge of the bitter and happy disciples.

Aman and the refuge bowed together, and then said, "Recently, there have been frequent people coming and going in the temple, but they are all here for the master of difficulty?"

"Uncle Shi was close to people in his life, and every once in a while he would travel around the world to help people get out of the sea of suffering. Over the past few decades, there have been many people who have received his favor and received his guidance. Since the news of the death of the uncle, there are inexplicable people who come to worship and burn incense every day, and see the true face of the uncle again!"

"Master Du Nan is worthy of being a generation of monks, and his reputation is so high, it's a pity that he ......" Some words, Aman finally found it difficult to speak.

The refuge didn't talk to Aman much, he took a few steps towards the Temple of the Afterlife, and then looked back and said, "Senior Brother Aman is staying here, why don't you follow me into the temple?"

Aman stayed under this yellow-leaved ancient tree before but did not enter the hall, what he was afraid of was the forced gaze of the monks in the hall. But when I heard the refuge monk say this, my heart suddenly became like a mirror.

He only gasped lightly, and said to himself with an open-minded heart: "Master Du Nan was not killed by my sister in the first place, if I hide like this, I will still look weak! The so-called body is not afraid of shadows, so what does it matter if you enter the hall with your senior brother!"

When he arrived at the gate of the temple, Aman already smelled a sad and resentful smell inside. He just walked in. only to find that few people cared about their arrival at all. The eyes of the Buddhist disciples in the audience all stopped on the man in white in front of Master Du Nan, who had passed away.