Master Wu'an's body was broken, and his internal force was dissipating little by little.

He looked down at the black-feathered cavalryman lying on the ground, who had already lost all his breath of life.

The master folded his hands and recited a few verses with a kind gaze.

The leader stood on his hands, his eyes glinting with a look of pleasure as he looked at the master, as he grew paler.

"Master, your cultivation and Buddhism are profound, but it's a pity...... There are some things in this world that need to be done by any means......" said the leader with some regret.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

"For the sake of the end, even the lives of your companions are at the expense of your choice?" the master sighed compassionately.

The leader smiled faintly, his whole body was as black as ink, and it looked like the dark night sky was covered by dark clouds above his head.

"If you can hit a person like the master, he can be regarded as a ...... death"

The master stopped talking, but his tall body stood in front of the door of the main hall, but he did not have the slightest intention of getting out of the way, which the leader of the black feathered cavalry knew with just a glance.

He raised his long blade, and the remaining eleven cavalrymen behind him were already waiting for orders.

"Kill ......" His voice was as cold as the cold wind in the night, and just one word could already explain that he had made a decision in his heart.

Then there's no need to wait.

The wind blows the sky and the earth is slightly cold, and the shadows of the trees in the mountains are swaying.

At this time, the eleven black-feathered cavalry had already launched a final attack on the Shoreless Master in front of the main hall.

This time there was no longer the slightest hesitation, but a one-hit kill.

After Master Wu'an shattered his heart palm in his body, the meridians of his whole body formed a huge funnel, and he could clearly feel that the true qi was being withdrawn from his body little by little.

This evil palm technique is really powerful, and the master can't help but admire it in his heart.

But he didn't show any fragility or near-death anxiety, but remained as calm as ever.

The attack of the black-feathered cavalry was about to arrive in front of him in an instant, and the killing intent startled a gust of uneasy wind, blowing the master's wide robes whirring and dancing.

The master closed his eyes, feeling the killing intent in the air getting closer and closer, feeling the cold sharp weapon that was about to attack his body.

He suddenly found that his senses were clearer than ever.

Even the slightest fluctuations in the air are so clearly visible, as if the dust beats regularly in a small world.

Originally, with the master's cultivation, it was enough to feel the changes in some airflows in the world, but it was almost impossible to perceive the changes in the surrounding environment and airflow so clearly and sensitively, not to mention that the heartbroken palm in his body not only shattered many of his abdominal organs, but also destroyed all the meridians in his body.

The master raised his hand slightly, like a Buddha's finger, slightly plucked in the empty air, and a light breeze suddenly rose.

It was all true, and he would soon be able to determine it.

The Shoreless Master, who was already in the water, couldn't help but be a little surprised, but he was still bittersweet.

The joy is that he is about to dissipate his strength, and he suddenly breaks the mirror and improves in the desperate road, and the sad thing is that he may have to recreate the killing at this moment.

He spread his hands flat on his chest, and then slowly flipped over, and in an instant, the light of the Buddha appeared all around him, and when more than a dozen cold weapons were about to touch his body, it seemed that an invisible air flow was easily removed between the flipping hands.

The light of the Buddha rippled between heaven and earth, and at this moment, all the weapons were suddenly broken, and where could they go for another half a minute.

"The old monk has broken the mirror!" said the Black Feather Leader in surprise.

"Amitabha, the world is impermanent, there is rain falling, and there is sunny weather

, there are high mountains and cliffs, and there are also flat waves, I thought that this is the avenue where all the truths in the world converge......"

The master flipped his hand and retreated the collective blow of the eleven black-feathered cavalrymen, his face was like an ancient god and Buddha, he raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said in a voice like a bell: "Now, the night is impermanent, but the cycle of night and day has never ended, life and death are impermanent, life and death are endless, heaven and earth are impermanent, and the avenue of heaven and earth is also evergreen......

"Therefore, impermanence in the world is permanence, and there is me in the world, and there is no self in the world!"

Although the six realms of Buddhism were created by the patriarch of the Wuliang Valley Li School more than a hundred years ago, in fact, Buddhism Zen Buddhism has existed for an unknown number of years, and there have been many eminent monks during this period, but it is not many to say that Buddhism has cultivated to be equally superb.

As for the nirvana and silence of the six realms, it is even more rare, and even reaching the fourth realm of selflessness is rare in the world.

Therefore, it can be said that it is extremely difficult to improve the realm of Buddhism, not only to practice more and more, but also to comprehend the profound Zen machine, which is also unique for thousands of years.

In the past 100 years, the reason why Wuliang Valley has become one of the four major sects in the world, and it has become the only holy place of Zen Buddhism in the world, is not because of its name, but because there are many monks in the world, but it is rumored that the highest cultivation is only the highest quality.

And like Master Wu'an, he lives in a remote small temple, in addition to teaching a group of disciples every day, he laughs and scolds with disciples who have nothing to do with killing, and tastes life, who would have thought that he would be a rare Zen master in the world.

Even so, Master Wu'an has only just passed the third realm of impermanence, and he wants to live in peace, and it is difficult to improve his cultivation.

The leader of the Black Feather Cavalry saw the Buddha shining all around the master, and knew that he had achieved great cultivation, and he couldn't help but have a trace of timidity in his eyes, but he soon disappeared without a trace.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and his purple pupils became unusually cold.

"Since the mirror is broken, you can't let him go......"

In the blink of an eye, the leader held a long blade in his hand, and the other eleven people surrounded him, forming a strange pattern, and there seemed to be a cloud on the pattern, swallowing the breath of heaven and earth into it.

Suddenly, I heard the thunder rolling in the sky, the wind howling, and the momentum was overwhelming.

The leader was wrapped in black, and his body gradually rose into the air, and the long blade in his hand suddenly transformed into a huge light blade with a strange shape, as if it could be used to dominate the sky and split the ground.

Master Wu'an did not lead the Buddha Light around him to rush to make a move, after all, his heart was full of compassion, and he couldn't bear to create killing karma.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw that there was a faint blood light at the center of the eleven people's zenith eyebrows below the leader's body, which was absorbed by the strange patterns on it, and then transformed into even more amazing momentum and power.

The dark clouds rolling in the sky have gathered on the top of the glazed tower in a blink of an eye, and the thunder sound rings in the ears.

The master's brows furrowed, he couldn't imagine that these people would use such strange and cruel secret techniques in order to achieve their goals.

The giant blade in the leader's hand flashed with thunder, and in the blink of an eye, it had become a peak momentum.

The thunder light illuminated his only exposed eyes, and the purple pupils that were rare in the world also shone in the light, but at this moment, these purple pupils could no longer give people a trace of beauty, only evil.

"Amitabha, I can't imagine that the world-famous Poseidon Palace has so many evil and cruel secret techniques that have been passed down in the world, and I don't know how many killings will be wasted, in this case, the old monk should use the Dharma to live ......"

The master's face became more compassionate and calm, and he seemed to faintly hear a loud noise in the hall, and then the wrinkled corners of his eyes followed

A smile on his face.

Because he knew that the secret passage under the Buddha statue had been opened at this moment, and everyone in the tower had naturally entered the secret passage, so even if the glazed pagoda fell tonight, life should be safe and sound.

This was the last trace of his concern in his cultivation, and since they were safe, what did the master have to worry about.

If there is no desire, it will not be broken, and if there is no worry, there will be no self.

The master's palms gradually closed, and the faint Buddha light surrounding his whole body instantly fell into the master's palms, and his long beard fluttered slightly.

At this time, a huge thunder came from mid-air, and the thunder shook the heavens and the earth, and in an instant, the huge light blade had already struck the master.

The master raised his eyes and smiled, like a Buddha.

The mouth silently recited: "My Buddha is merciful, compassion for all sentient beings, heaven and earth, sentient beings, no phase, no self, no shore ......" word by word is like a compassionate Sanskrit song!

After speaking, the moment his palms parted, the Buddha's light suddenly became like a blooming lotus flower, illuminating the dark glazed pagoda behind him in an instant.

The Buddha's light collided with the magnificent blade of light between heaven and earth in the air, making an earth-shattering loud sound.

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On this night, there seemed to be a big battle in the Lotus Temple, and the final result was that the glazed pagoda that had stood for thousands of years was actually cut in half from the middle by some unimaginable huge weapon.

The remaining half of the glazed pagoda stands there like a bamboo shoot rising from the ground.

After the glazed pagoda was cut down and collapsed, it snowed heavily all night, which was an extremely strange heavy snowfall since the beginning of spring.

Snow covered every corner of the temple and buried all traces of that great battle.

The next day, all the disciples who had been sent out of the monastery by Master Wu'an returned, and they were saddened by the collapsed glazed pagoda.

When they opened the door of the hall, which was tightly closed, they saw an old man in a gray robe sitting on a futon in front of the Buddha statue, his face as calm as ever.

This old man is naturally a deaf and dumb old man.

The disciples searched the entire monastery, but they did not find any trace of the master and the killer, not even a single corpse, as if everything was completely covered by the heavy snow of this night, and there was not even a trace left.

What made them even more puzzling was that no matter what they asked, he shook his head and didn't know.

Therefore, they don't know what happened that night, where Master Wu'an, Killing, Luo Bei and the others went, whether they were dead or alive, no one knew.

Everything seems to have become a mystery.

Master Wu'an's eldest disciple Guan Yun was the first to come out of his sad mood, and he told all the disciples that Master had either traveled far and wide, or had passed away, but he definitely did not want them to be silent in this worldly mood.

What they should do now is to rebuild the Lotus Temple, so that this temple that has stood for thousands of years will not be lost because of this.

People will always have to leave after they live for a lifetime, and only those Dharma that transcend nature can be passed on forever.

When the monks began to rebuild the temple, they still stood in front of the main hall with the broom in their hands that had been used for an unknown number of years.

Looking at the blue sky in the distance, looking at the floating clouds that are swimming away, I can't help but show a smile.

In front of this door, he himself seemed to lose count of how many years he had been standing.

In the world, the morning dew turns into snow, and the dust everywhere goes to time.

Everything may eventually become this dust, quietly passing away with endless time.

What is left behind after death?

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