In this kind of situation, Wuxu is powerless to change. Looking at Yuantong with a compassionate expression, Wuxu didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to clasp his palms, proclaim a Buddha name, and then leave. Before he walked a few steps, he heard the quarrel between He Qifeng, Lu Pingshan and the monks in the temple from the southwest corner, and then saw a small novice running over in a hurry, telling Yuantong that He Qifeng and the two of them did not listen to the dissuasion and trespassed into the mourning hall of the deceased last night.

Last night, after Wuxu watched the Dharma, he told everyone that the body of the deceased in the bardo had long been gone, and only a shell remained. He Qifeng and Lu Pingshan are estimated to have a heart of ridicule. Wuxu thought of this, and without waiting for Yuantong to speak, he summoned the two to ask, and sure enough, it was so. This matter can be big or small, Wuxu led the two, with apologies, and Yuantong explained a few words, that Yuantong is also very reasonable, straight is okay, and softly stopped the angry monks on the side.

Who knows, not long after the meal, Yuantong suddenly walked to the residence of Wuxu and the others, and said apologetically that he suddenly received a summons that a high priest of the shrine had settled in the temple tonight to hold a prayer ceremony for the samurai who died last night. Moreover, if the local residents from last night are going to come again, the whole temple may be busy, and I am afraid that the reception will not be good at that time. The implication of his words is self-evident, but he hopes that Wuxu and others will rest as soon as possible, and not appear at will and have unnecessary misunderstandings like in the daytime.

After listening to it, he secretly stopped everyone's seizures, and after thinking about it, he clasped his hands and said, "I waited for the cloud to travel here, disturbing your temple for a long time, and I was already uneasy, and now I just took this opportunity to say goodbye, and I only hope that there will be a period in the future." "That Yuantong, I didn't have this intention to come, but the monks of the Divine Palace suddenly wanted to come, and the disciples of his subordinates took today's He Qifeng and Lu Pingshan to talk about things, Yuantong thought about it again and again, and finally couldn't stop everyone's "not my race, its heart will be different" The theory of the heart, came to tell Wuxu to wait, but he didn't want Wuxu to respond like this, and a trace of shame appeared on his face, and he was about to speak again.

Wuxu raised his palms slightly and sighed, "Those who cultivate Buddhahood, although they have a heart to be born, their physical bodies are still in the world, and their karma is still there. These truths are sophisticated, and we still understand them. With that, Xiang Yuantong smiled slightly. Yuantong was stunned, refreshed, and then smiled, clasped his palms and said, "The Dharma came from Middle-earth, but now it is separated. Wuxu then picked up the Tao, "Everything has a way, like a dream bubble." If dew is like electricity, it should be viewed as such. ”

Yuantong, sent Wuxu and others, out of Lanruo Temple. Wuxu smiled at his acquaintance, and then went away in the night with Zhang Cuilu and others.

At night, Ranwakaji Temple looms and Nagasaki Island is lit up. How many stories are in it, how much prosperity is in it. Enlighten the void and ask everyone where to go. It is said that returning to Lanruo Temple will expose the deception and clarify the truth, and it is said that returning to Nagasaki will see how the Xuanyi Zhenjun calls the wind and rain to make waves: some say that it is better to move forward and travel deep into the hinterland of Fusang in Dongying.

The high monk of the Divine Palace, Xuanyi Zhenjun, and Yuantong spoke, quite helpless, and Wuxu could understand it. This high-ranking monk of the Divine Palace, I'm afraid he came for the true monarch of Xuanyi. But in Dongying Fusang, are there any real monks? There is no such thing as a monk in Wuxu's impression, unless it comes from the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, the Haiku Temple, or the Biyou Palace. Wuxu listened to everyone's words, frowned and pondered, and suddenly raised his hand and signaled everyone to silence.

After a while, I saw five monks, dressed in Dongying clothes, walking on the mountain road without touching their feet, one of them was about sixty years old, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, solemn appearance, hand knots fearless, all over the body released a faint golden light, and its cultivation should be about the eighth layer of mortal dust. On the left and right sides of it, four monks, each holding a wooden fish, an incense burner, a long flag, and a wheel, chanted words in their mouths. This cadre, mighty, is heading towards Nalan Ruo Temple. Presumably the so-called Shingu monk.

When he walked away, Wuxu withdrew the enchantment, Lu Pingshan couldn't help asking, "Why is Senior Brother so evasive?" Last night, Wuxu pointed out, the body of the warrior Zhongyin was long gone, leaving a shell, and the so-called Dharma was just talking about self-comfort, Lu Pingshan and the others became contemptuous, and then broke into the mourning hall to argue the law, but were stopped by Wuxu. Tonight, Wu Xuan led everyone to leave the temple, and on the way he met the so-called monks of the Divine Palace, and he enchanted and avoided it. Lu Pingshan and others were naturally quite puzzled.

Wuxu pondered for a moment, and only sighed, "Don't be rash. I waited for this time to visit the island to refer to the great causes and effects, and there was no need to get involved in unnecessary trivial disputes. When the people saw that they had said this, they had no choice but to give up. Along the way, everyone was silent, and unconsciously came to a secluded and secluded place, and saw a dark surge of ghost energy from a distance, thick as mist.

That Zhang Cuilu smiled, "Could it be that there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and the bronze coffin is hidden here?" The ghost aura that permeates this radius of dozens of miles does have a trace of the breath of a bronze coffin, but in the depths of that ghost aura, a cave looms, and there are three seal characters "White Bone Cave" on the entrance of the cave, and there are more than a dozen ghost cultivators in the cave, and the cultivation is mediocre. This white bone cave, Wuxu came last time. At that time, Wuxu came here inadvertently in order to regain his silence, and he also heard that two ghost cultivators were planning to use something to scatter harm people, and the specific executor was Xiaomeizi. According to that conversation, Xiaomiko seems to be a member of the forces behind this white bone cave.

Wu Xuan faintly felt that the bronze coffin probably fell into the hands of this mysterious force. According to the previous inference, the leader should be a true spirit cultivator of the ghost path. Looking at everyone's eager expressions, Wuxu smiled bitterly, "This is just a small stronghold. It's better for us to skip the past. ”

When everyone saw Wuxu say this, they had to suppress the agitation in their hearts, restrain their breath, and take a detour. Unexpectedly, in the white bone cave, suddenly the ghost qi gushed out, and there was a miserable howl. Almost at the same time, several Confucian sects were righteous and upright, like white light rising in front of them, and one of them shouted, "Charm and spirit, Hugh is rampant!"

That Lu Pingshan, Zhao Qiuhe and others, their hearts were already aggrieved, seeing this scene, they couldn't help but realize that they were empty, and they flew up one after another, surrounded by Buddha light, and killed the past solemnly.

In this white bone cave, there are all ghost cultivators who do not enter the stream. Wuxu, who followed up, flew forward, the battle was over, and most of those ghost cultivators were killed by Xuanyi Zhenjun and his party.

"Master Wuxu, don't come to harm?" The Xuanyi True Monarch stood at the entrance of the cave and smiled at Wuxu and the others.

Wu was humble and condensed in his heart. How did this Xuanyi Zhenjun recognize his identity? He had a hurried fight in Yangzhou Mansion before, but he had never explained his name. Seeing that he slightly removed his gaze from the nine-leaf green lotus lamp sacrificed by Zhang Cuilu and others, Wuxu suddenly realized, it seemed that all the monks in the world had concluded that this nine-leaf green lotus lamp had fallen into his hands,

Zhang Cuilu and the others naturally noticed the trace of greed in Xuanyi Zhenjun's eyes, so they put away the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, gathered around Wuxu, and waited intently.

Wuxu was about to speak, but he saw several subordinates of Xuanyi Zhenjun flying out of the white bone cave with a ghost cultivator. The ghost cultivator was restrained at the moment, unable to move at all, but his eyes showed a fierce light, and swept towards the people present one by one.

As soon as the Xuanyi True Monarch saw this, he preemptively said, "These ghost cultivators, with mysterious backgrounds, are a scourge to Dongying, and I am waiting to be invited by the Imperial Academy to come and surrender." A few days ago, it was discovered that there were monks from the Divine Palace involved. Master Wuxu must not be overlooked. With that, he took his subordinates and the ghost cultivator and flew into the distance. They wanted to find out the whereabouts of the bronze coffin from this ghost cultivator, right?

When Xuanyi Zhenjun and his party walked away, Wuxu looked around and said to Zhang Cuilu and the others, "The ghost cultivation here has been destroyed, why is it still so gloomy? ”

Zhang Cui's face was different, he hesitated for a moment, and said to Wuxu, "It's also quite strange for us to fight with those ghost cultivators. "It turns out that Zhang Cuilu and the others are now spirit bodies, and the aura in the ghost cultivation body can also be absorbed by reason. But when everyone rushed over to fight, they couldn't absorb it at all, and when those ghosts cultivated and died, all the ghost qi in their bodies suddenly disappeared, and it seemed to merge into the air, turning into that strange breath of death.

Wu Xuan suddenly asked, "Can you absorb this breath of death that shrouds the air?" Lu Pingshan replied, "Senior brother, I can't hide it, I tried to absorb this death qi when I walked around the island. It's a pity that it can't be at all, it seems that only dead things or ghost cultivators can absorb it. After a pause, he said again, "But with the help of the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, you can eliminate a little." He Qifeng suddenly said, "Senior Brother Lu's words are wrong. This dead qi seems to be somewhat similar to the Silent Annihilation Sword Intent released by the master before, maybe the master has a way to resolve it. ”

Wu Xuan was stunned for a moment, this dead qi was similar to his own Dharma Realm Silence Qi? Why didn't he think of it before. Since Tianyuan Temple was used as a dojo and was conjured up, Wuxu rarely set foot in the Silent Dharma Realm outside the temple, and rarely attracted the breath of Silence. Because enlightenment is to cultivate the dojo rather than the Dharma realm.

Wuxu thought for a moment and said to everyone, "Let's let Wuxu give it a try." With that, fly into the still-lifeless cave of bones. Zhang Cuilu, He Qifeng, Lu Pingshan and others glanced at each other, surrounded the turtle in the middle of the humanoid form, and guarded the entrance of the cave to protect the Dharma.

In the White Bone Cave, Wu Xuan slowly channeled the breath of death into the Silent Law Realm, and suddenly found that it was unhindered to absorb it. That aura of death, as soon as it entered the Silence Law Realm, instantly turned into the aura of annihilation. Upon closer inspection, he could hardly see any difference, but this breath of death seemed to be more active and raging than the aura of silence. Wuxu has absorbed too much, and there is a faint desire to destroy everything.

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Let's say that Wuxu was in the White Bone Cave, in the Silence Dharma Realm, when the breath of death permeated in the cave, in the depths of the Fuso Islands in the East Thousands of miles away, in a huge underground palace called Kyoto, a stiff corpse slowly woke up, sat up from the bronze coffin that had disappeared for a long time, his eyes flickered, glanced in the direction of the White Bone Cave, and muttered, "Who dares to absorb this Netherworld Qi?!" After a few moments, a low chant was heard, and four samurai flew a kilometer away, bowing respectfully to the zombie.

"Nagasaki White Bone Cave Buddha Cultivation. The zombie spurted out a few words. The four samurai, like Feng Lunyin, slammed down, then retreated, and flew murderously in the direction of the Nagasaki White Bone Cave.

Let's say that in the Lanruo Temple, the five monks of the Divine Palace that Wuxu and the others met before flew to the end, and after being respectfully welcomed by Yuantong and others, they were all silent and sat on the upper seat. When the temple was full of people again, the old monk raised his hand and made a handprint towards the coffin surrounded by everyone. The four attendants on the left and right of him, each holding the magic weapon in his hand, chanted endlessly.

A moment later, the lid of the coffin was lifted abruptly, and the samurai, who had been dead for many days and whose body was no longer there, came to life and stood up from the coffin. He stiffly turned his head to look around, then slowly levitated into midair.

Lanruo Temple Yuantong and the others all looked at them dumbfounded, and the surrounding crowd was panicked for a while, and then burst into excited shouts.

The warrior who had risen from the dead, expressionless, rose to the air in the midst of the shouts of the crowd, merged with the vast life, suddenly raised his head to the sky, let out a roar, and then he drew the long knife that was buried beside him, and his face showed terrible anger and murder.

It's a strange scene.

Yuantong and several people on the left and right were dumbfounded, looking at the few high-ranking monks of the Divine Palace who came from afar. This samurai was too dead to die. Last night's ritual was only for these living people to see. Unexpectedly, this samurai actually lived! Or was he refined into a puppet?!

In the crowd, some quietly peed their pants, some simply fainted, and some directly jumped and screamed as if they were enchanted.

"Amitabha!" Yuantong recited the Buddha's horn and asked the five eminent monks, "People cannot be resurrected after death. I'm afraid it's wrong for you to summon the souls of the dead so that they don't enter reincarnation, right?"

The old monk at the head glanced at Yuantong coldly, "What's wrong? Could it be that you collude with foreign monks and don't want to see the martial soul of your clan live forever and guard Dongying?!"

Yuantong immediately fell to the ground, unable to move. Several attendants on the left and right hurriedly clasped their palms together and bowed, apologizing.

"The martial soul lives on forever!" the crowd saw this, and a thunderous roar erupted.

The old monk of the Divine Palace, looking at the crowd, smiled with his chin and praised. Suddenly, his face changed, and he looked in the direction of the White Bone Cave. After a while, he looked at Nagasaki Suikaju, and then flew over with the four monks on the left and right, as well as the samurai who had "risen from the dead".

"The martial soul lives forever!" The Dongying people who had not yet been frightened and were gradually excited, as well as some monks of Lanruo Temple, saw this, shouted, and also ran wildly, following them from a distance, like a nest of stabbed wasps, buzzing towards the Cuixiang Residence at the bottom of the mountain.

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Lushan, Qingjing Peak, and Tianjizi walked out of their cave mansion exhausted, and said lightly to Kunlunzi, Yu Zhenzi, and the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain, including the Quanzhen Sect Leader Qiankun Yijian, Wu Youdao and others, "The destiny of heaven is difficult to violate. This is a matter of Buddhism, if the Daomen wants to intervene, since Changqingzi and Wuminzi are going, it is enough. The implication is that he does not agree, and there will be a great monk in the Daomen. Zhengyi teaches Tianjizi, who is famous for divination, since he said so.

Imprisoned Demon Peak, Zhao Tong came to a mountain peak, looked at a woman with a blank face, numb eyes, and was waving the magic sword in her hand like a machine, looked at it for a moment, and said slowly, "Li Mingshan, the sect has a task, and follow me down to Dongying Fusang." “

Lotus Fafeng, a group of true spirit Buddha cultivators, together for a long time, before passing down the decree, Hangzhou Fuxian Mountain and Duoji, to the world, to Dongying Fusang. There is only one sentence in the legal term, "Sincerely please return to the nine-leaf green lotus lamp." ”

Rakshasa Peak, Wen Tianxiang, whereabouts unknown, the notorious thorn head Lu Yeqing is haunted, and there is no trace. Some of the ghost dragon monks who followed Wen Tianxiang were the strongest ghost monks. They didn't have any special arrangements for the appearance of the bronze coffin and the nine-leaf green lotus lantern in the East China Sea, they just cast a net all over the sky and sent people everywhere to inquire about Wen Tianxiang's news.

Yin Gang Peak and Haoran Peak also seemed to know nothing, and there was no movement.

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Wu Xuan resolutely stopped absorbing the vast dead qi, came out of the Dharma Realm of the Dojo, and sat silently. At this moment, the Silence Law Realm was already surging with murderous aura, surrounding the Tianyuan Temple Dojo, like a tide, without stopping.

Zhang Cuilu and the others seemed to feel something, and flew into the white bone cave one after another.

Wu Xu, with a slightly pale face and bright red lips, sat on the big black stone, opened his eyes and recited, "Disgust is not despair, silence is not destruction." Afflictions are bodhi, and they must eventually be practiced in Mahayana. ”

When Zhang Cuilu and the others saw this scene, they had doubts and couldn't help asking, "Master, what is the mystery of the Buddha recitation?"

Wu Xuan slowly closed his eyes, without the slightest expression on his face, his whole body was motionless, withered and decayed like hay, and his breath was completely gone, like a zombie, "Buddhism is convenient for the law, and all the sufferings in the southern Ganbu Continent are complete." People have a lot of karma, the dust net is densely woven, the five aggregates are entangled, and the heart that is not suffering and disgusted cannot be cultivated, and the heart that is not suffering and is disgusted cannot be taken off. There may be a time of despair here, the so-called everything is empty, and if there is no interest, you can let it go, and then you can give birth to the heart of the Buddha. However, once the mind of the Buddha is born, there should be no rebirth of the mind of appearance, no regeneration of aversion to centrifugation, no regeneration of despair, no regeneration of the mind of destruction, and no regeneration of stubborn hollowness. ”

Wuxu slowly muttered to himself, although he was still expressionless, his eyes were closed, as if he were not moving, but there was gradually a faint halo on his body, as if he had come back from the dead.

"What is the difference between extinction and destruction?" asked Zhang Cuilufu.

Wuxu pondered for a moment and shook his head, "There is no difference. ”

That's right

Disgust is not despair, extinction is not destruction.

Afflictions are bodhi, and there is no difference.