The mountain behind the Empty Pure Buddha Temple.

Hong Xin and Puhua sat opposite each other until dusk.

Hong Xin slowly opened his eyes and said lightly: "You have always been restless, and you have done your best for the teacher." ”

Puhua also opened his eyes, and his eyes were a little red: "Master......"

Hong Xin got up and turned his back to Puhua, and walked to the side: "For the teacher, I will send you down the mountain, after going down the mountain, you and I will break off the righteousness, one parting and two wide, and we will not see each other." ”

Puhua stood up silently, knelt down and bowed again, and kowtowed nine times in the direction of Hong Xin's descent from the mountain, before he also got up and went down the mountain.

In front of the Bodhi Hall, several senior brothers were divided into two rows, and Hong Xin stood in the middle, waiting for Puhua to follow behind him.

When Puhua walked behind him, Hong Xin said: "You have nothing to be nostalgic for, if you go out of the mountain gate, you will no longer be a disciple of my Buddhism." ”

Puhua looked very firm this time, walked in front of Hong Xin, stood and made a Buddhist salute to him, and then bowed to all the teachers and brothers one by one.

Hong Xin watched this disciple go away, feeling a little conflicted in his heart, and kept thinking that he stepped out of the mountain gate, and he would go back to continue his retreat and cultivation.

Who ever thought that the last thing he wanted to see was to see it.

Inside the monk's robe, his hands trembled, and his clothes were wet, which was a sign that the demons were gradually gaining the upper hand.

"Wait. Hong Xin stopped, and Puhua stopped.

Hong Xin asked, "After you go down the mountain, are you going to kill someone?"

Puhua looked up at the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected that the sky was full of red glow, but he felt that the glow at the moment was also dazzling.

All the brothers looked at him together, a little puzzled, a little confused, and a little sympathetic.

Puhua took a deep breath and said, "The demon in my heart has been formed, if you don't kill it, I'm sorry for the mother who gave birth to me." ”

Hong Xin frowned and said: "The sins imposed on others are like beating a living person into the eighteen layers of hell, the Buddha said that this is what only Rakshasa does. ”

Puhua said: "After all, the master doesn't understand the hardships in the disciple's heart, don't persuade me to be merciful." ”

Hong Xin's expression changed, Puhua then walked forward, Hong Xin took a deep breath, and sighed: "Okay, okay, leave you here today, don't go down the mountain to do evil!"

When he landed, Hong Xin shook like a body, like a protruding boulder, and rushed towards Puhua's back.

When Puhua turned around, the four palms were facing each other, and the relationship between master and apprentice in the past was completely destroyed.

The powerful strength of the two of them burst out from each other's palms, so that these junior brothers all used the mental method of Xiaofu Tu Gong before they stood still.

After all, Hong Xin has cultivated for a few more years than Puhua, and his palm power is getting stronger and stronger, and Puhua's face is hideous, but he can't be beaten.

With a loud bang, Hong Xin charged a blow, Puhua retreated in defeat one after another, and his hands were against the floor of the temple, drawing ten straight lines with blood.

Puhua struggled to stand still, his hands just left the ground, Hong Xin had already risen to the sky, in mid-air, Hong Xin was surrounded by golden light, like a living Buddha, faintly behind him, a golden Buddha statue appeared.

Only Hong Xin's eyes swung towards Puhua, his right palm waved down in the air, and the Buddha statue behind him also moved, the palm did not arrive, and the palm power had arrived. Puhua roared like a beast, his whole body gathered his energy, like a bell, and his palms were raised, not afraid to greet him.

Those senior brothers all anticipated the power of this palm, and they all used light skills to retreat, but it was a mixture of mental power, forming a golden barrier in front of them to resist the powerful force that was squeezed down from time to time.

The three elders of this empty pure Buddhism are all in the top ten on the list of Qingzhu heroes, with high cultivation and strong internal strength, which is rare in the world.

Senior brother Hong Wu, in the past ten years, he has retreated and practiced Buddhism Sanskrit Yin Gong into the realm of transformation, and in today's martial arts, even if the Sword Saint is alive, he does not dare to win.

The third junior brother, Hong Ming, has been fond of education all his life, and his martial arts cultivation is also a seemingly extremely ordinary Arhat vajra, but he can rank seventh on the list of Qingzhu heroes that year. In recent years, I have practiced Buddhism in retreat, and I have realized a lot, if the list of Qingzhu heroes is rearranged, with Hong Ming's current cultivation, I will be in the top five without worry.

As for Hong Xin, who has the same essence of Buddhism's great compassion, the retreat has reached the realm of transformation in the past few years. He has cultivated the golden body Buddha statue, which is a sign of the integration of Buddhism. The Great Compassion Palm is practiced to the extreme, raising the palm can subdue the demons, and turning the palm can protect all sentient beings.

Hong Xin single-handedly punished the demon, Puhua double-palmed to resist stubbornly, under the light of the Buddha, the heart demon has been completed, the karma is stacked, irretrievable.

Puhua tried his best to resist, trying to break free from Hong Xin's palm, but he couldn't ask for it. At this time, he was like a trapped beast, eager to get out of the cage, but he was generalized and confined in an iron cage.

The blood flowing from the fingers of Puhua's hands gradually covered his palms, and the blood condensed, making it even more hideous.

"Amitabha. ”

Hong Xin knew that he was irretrievable, and the golden Buddha statue behind him had also opened his eyes. This King Kong opens his eyes to kill, and the Golden Buddha opens his eyes to punish demons.

Hong Xin's palm power was endless, and a rumbling bell sounded in mid-air, mixed with Hong Xin's sigh.

Puhua's body trembled slightly, and he had already exhausted all his strength. Dafu Tugong looked so pale and powerless in front of Hong Xin at this moment.

Hong Xin was like a meteorite falling from the sky, with a golden flame on his body, leaning down, Puhua roared angrily, but as if he saw his own situation in hell, he was already desperate.

In an instant, Hong's heart had arrived, and his palms were against the Puhua Heavenly Spirit Gai, and all the teachers and brothers closed their eyes together, and their hands were folded together to recite the Buddhist scriptures.

Puhua also closed his eyes, he knew that all struggles were superfluous.

He was a little tired, his body suddenly became numb, and he slowly closed his eyes, nostalgic for the last sight in this world.

In the dream, he saw a golden Buddha with paint off, the big Buddha originally closed his eyes and had a kind face, but when he opened his eyes, there was blood in his eyes, but his eyes were angry.

Immediately afterwards, the gold sheet on the Buddha statue began to crumble, as if it had been corroded, and the golden body slowly turned into a crumbling piece of iron.

Puhua said in a loud voice: "Since you are not a Buddha, then you can't sit on the lotus!"

Dafu Tugong started Puhua to split down with a palm, and the head of the big Buddha was shattered by it, and under the skull, the black gas rushed to the sky, and Puhua couldn't open his eyes.

Puhua felt a burst of suffocation, going back and forth, but he kept walking in the dark, hitting the iron wall from time to time, and the pain was unbearable. This kind of artistic conception has never been encountered by him before.

It was a great sadness, a great helplessness, a great unwillingness.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light fell from the sky, dispelling these gloom, and Puhua was able to open his eyes.

He saw that the upper body of a golden Buddha was revealed in the clouds, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

However, under the light of the Buddha, he felt that his whole body was as uncomfortable as fire, and with fire in his eyes, he saw that his lower body was already burning.

When he opened his eyes again, Puhua roared angrily and broke free from Hong Xin's palm, Hong Xin was caught off guard, turned over, and after landing, he took two steps back.

When the brothers opened their eyes, there was only Hong Xin left in the center, and Puhua had long since disappeared, leaving the scorched square land when he stood there.

Hong Xin sighed: "The demon has been achieved, and the bell still needs to be tied to the bell, so let him go." Amitabha, good, good. ”