I don't know when, the canopy above Longyuan has been covered by dark clouds, getting thicker and heavier, and gradually it rains heavily, the river breeze makes the top of the mountain a little cool, at this time, it is obviously a hot summer, but there is a feeling of autumn, when the rain falls, the fog in the canyons around Longyuan is even more hazy.

The undercurrent on the river is already surging, and when the heavy rain is majestic at this time, it is even more like a wave, the wind and the water moves, and the raindrops the size of beans fall, crackling and hitting the water surface, constantly waving, wave after wave, some of the broken giant trees are floating in the river, and some of the dead branches and leaves flow along the river to the distance.

On the withered branch, Fuxian's robe has been broken, his face is pale, sitting cross-legged, the blood at the corner of his mouth keeps flowing out, the broken arm is slightly drooping, but he is dragged by a burst of heaven and earth vitality, slowly clasping his hands, still a bright Buddha of compassion, whispering: "My Buddha is merciful, the world is suffering, I only ask my Buddha to purify all sentient beings!"

I don't know when the Demon Zen Staff has disappeared, or it is lost in the mountains, or it may sink to the bottom of the river, the Fuxian monk is still the Fuxian monk, but it is not the first precept hall that wants to shine in the world, the faint Buddha light, nor the grandmaster who can fight with Chen Tongxuan, he is just a monk.

Chen Tongxuan stepped on the water, the majestic rain fell into the canyon, but did not enter his surroundings, as he stepped step by step, the originally turbulent river began to fall silent, walked not far from Fuxian, and said: "Your Buddha, can't save you." ”

Fuxian shook his head and said: "Buddha, always Buddha, Buddhist scriptures, but not written by my Buddha, what we cultivate is not Buddha, but ourselves, it is the heart that is covered with pollution, I am Buddha, you are also Buddha, it is the Buddha who saves me, and it is the Buddha who kills me, this is the Buddha country." ”

Chen Tongxuan was silent for a long time before he sighed: "I only know that the king is defeated, some people are running thousands of miles and keep killing people, but they are also saving people, some people sit in the Buddha hall, claiming to be Buddha, but they are killing people, the Buddha said the Pure Land of Bliss, I also want to ask, where is the Pure Land of Bliss?"

Fuxian's vitality disappeared again, covered in blood, struggling to sit firmly, supporting the body that was about to fall, moving down the river, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, gradually, chanting became Buddha singing, full of compassion, as if it was liberated, but it was extremely solemn and sacred, at least it was the first time Chen Tongxuan saw Fuxian so holy.

Fuxian's eyes showed reluctance, and then gradually turned indifferent, and he whispered "Amitabha", slowly raised his head, his bright red lips squirmed slightly, and his voice said weakly: "I seem to have seen the Buddha, it should be the legendary land of bliss!"

Fuxian is dead, and there is a ray of Buddha light shining.

Sacred as usual, but in the form of a Buddha.

He sat cross-legged, looking at the sky, and he said that he had seen the Buddha, and no one knew if he had really seen the Buddha, but in a distant monastery, located on a mountainside, there was a bell on the top of the mountain, as if it was enveloping the vast mountain, and suddenly a sound sounded.

The Sanskrit sounds that surrounded the monastery suddenly stopped.

"Boom!"

The second bell rings.

Suddenly, a white crane flew from the west.

"Knock"

The third bell rings!

Sanskrit paused, and countless monks stood up.

Buddha sings "Amitabha"

That temple is called Daguang Temple, there are several monks appear on the top of the mountain as if they have made an appointment, looking at the north from afar, there are no mountains and rivers in their eyes, just a smooth road, as if looking at the end of the world.

"Senior Brother Fuxian has passed away. A monk said.

"He said he saw the Buddha!"

"Where is the Buddha?"

"No, Buddha, omnipresent!"

"The Buddha is about to come to earth. ”

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

............

In the dragon abyss, mottled land, a gray long river suddenly poured down from the sky, magnificent, magnificent like a continuous mountain, terrifying and monstrous, the river is from the nine heavens, but also from the world Sheji, from a picture scroll.

Cai Xi waved his hand gently, the long river seemed to be in his hand, the long river seemed to shroud him in it, he slapped it with a palm, but it was not a palm, but a long river passed through thousands of miles, those tens of millions of miles, passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, passing through cities, and passing through the vicissitudes of life.

At the end was an old man, with a sword flying beside him, with a buzz, he wanted to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers, to cut through the mountains and rivers, a sword, as if through a hundred years, the sky changed color, the vitality of heaven and earth was like a galaxy rushing, the light was sprinkled, and the void was boiling.

It's just that he cut a mountain, saw a city, he cut a city, saw a sea, he cut a sea, he saw a country, that is the country of Zhao, he can't bear to cut it, he can't bear to destroy it, he takes the sword and takes his life!

The sky was rainless, but it was shaking.

"The Su family's country, a hundred years of Zhao country!"

Su Qiankun spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell from a high altitude, a loud noise sounded in Longyuan, the sky trembled, pieces of dark clouds collapsed, he slowly fell, the hundred-year-old man was like a withered tree, and his gray hair began to fall off.

The map of the mountains and rivers was tucked around Cai Xi's waist, and he fell to a mountainside that was still half cut in one step, sighed, and said: "Qiankun Ancestor, why don't you break through the country with one sword?"

Su Qiankun is an old man, an old man who has lived for nearly two hundred years, an old man who has guarded the country of Zhao for decades, and the descendants of the royal family of Zhao for more than 100 years.

"The size of the country is not a thousand mountains and rivers, not a territory of thousands of miles, it is easy to break the river, it is easy to break the mountain, but the unity of the country and the country, how can I break it, for a hundred years, this country is no longer the Su family. ”

Cai Xi sighed slightly and said: "Actually, sixteen years ago, His Majesty let the Prince of Qi enter Beijing, really just to give the Su family a way out, after all, back then, King Qi rescued thousands of miles, His Majesty was very grateful, others don't understand, don't you Qiankun Ancestor still understand, if Your Majesty really wants to attack the Qi Palace, you don't need to make too much effort, there is no need to make those means." ”

Su Qiankun opened his eyes, looked at Su Beisheng who was more than ten miles away, took a deep breath, and said, "I naturally understand, but I am just a slave, how dare I disobey the wishes of my master?"

Cai Xi frowned, slightly shocked.

Su Qiankun smiled faintly and said: "I entered the palace at the age of thirteen, entered the mandate of heaven at the age of fifty, was appreciated by Emperor Wenzong, promoted to the head of the inner house, gave the surname Su, entered the worship pavilion at the age of eighty, and gave the name Qiankun, I am just a eunuch!"

Cai Xi was stunned, he had never heard of this matter, even Mr. Wufeng had never mentioned it.

Su Qiankun tried to open his eyes wide, his eyes were dim, he looked at the young man in the distance, his eyes gradually dissipated, and finally called in a low voice:

"Your Royal Highness, it's time to go home!"

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