Bai Yun once again peeked at Zhang Yuruo with his afterglow, and the woman in white looked away as if nothing had happened.

It was raining lightly, and after bidding farewell to the others, Bai Yun hurried after the servant through the crowded street, telling him to make sure that the letter was in the hands of the woman named Zhao Ruoli, and whether the servant agreed or not, Bai Yun turned his head and rushed out of the city in the direction of Muru Temple.

On the eve of the storm, it is always unusually calm, and the white clouds have a deep understanding of such a statement, this river and lake is originally intertwined by large and small rivers and lakes, just like the west portal of the south of the Yangtze River, the wind and waves are calm, and there is no danger of the collision of the rivers at all, but there is a feeling that the waves of the flat lake are not born for ten miles, and the undercurrent under the water surface is surging, agitating endlessly.

Baiyun doesn't care if there are pedestrians passing by along the road, after going out of the city, he rushed all the way, it only took two incense sticks to come to the foot of Muru Mountain, Baiyun looked up at the mountain, his heart jumped suddenly, the Buddha who sat on the mountainside seemed to be smiling and looking down, calming the gods and being kind.

The light rain stopped, but the gloomy dark clouds that shrouded Muru Mountain not only did not disperse, but was still gradually thickening with the trend of the river bursting the embankment, and the Muru Mountain at this time was a scene close to the evening dusk.

Recalling the first time when he went to Muru Temple, this big Buddha sat in the south and looked at the north with a majestic expression, but this time it seemed to come to life, and his face was lifelike with a warm smile.

The world is full of wonders, Baiyun did not have more thoughts, Muru Temple took a Jiazi years to build this sitting on the North Buddha, at the beginning of the completion, the gourd mouth resented the monstrous 300,000 souls of the dead 'Flag Silence', and no longer dared to be as vicious as before, the gourd mouth was therefore able to be peaceful and calm, and then the Buddha sat on the North Buddha for hundreds of years to pay tribute, and on weekdays, the Buddha light shined on the Buddha in a radius of 100 miles, saying that this Buddha has no spirituality, no one will believe it.

Bai Yun paused in front of the stone path at the bottom of the mountain, carried the Shentu long sword behind him, and swept along the stone path with a thousand green lanterns in the night.

In front of him was the Fa Yu monk and his terrifying black tiger, one person and one tiger were sitting on the stone steps of the stone road halfway up the mountainside.

Bai Yun retracted his body, and after falling down the stone steps, he said in surprise: "Fa Yu, why are you here?"

"Amitabha. Fa Yu stood up, clasped his hands and saluted, "Lord Baiyun, shouldn't you be on the way back to Jixia Mountain, why did you come back again?"

"I have something very important to discuss with the host, you lead the way. Bai Yun said anxiously.

"What's the matter?" asked Fa Yu without slowing down.

"I'll tell you more about it later. Bai Yunhuo burned his ass and said, "Take me to the host quickly." ”

Fa Yu watched Bai Yun for a moment, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "The reason why the little monk is waiting for you here is actually what the master meant. ”

Bai Yun was deeply stunned: "Master Huiping asked you to wait for me here?"

Fa Yu withdrew his gaze that stayed on Bai Yun, nodded and said, "Presumably, Muru Temple's eviction order is so urgent, it can't be delayed for a moment, the donor has already guessed the intention, right?"

Bai Yun did not answer.

Fa Yu's gaze is like a flame under the boundless night, hot and hot: "The donor is born with a fearless appearance that is unique in ten thousand, Buddhism has a saying that if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, sacrifice the small self to fulfill the big self, this is indeed one of the avenues of merit, but the master asked the little monk to pass the word to the donor, this trip to hell is bottomless, and the donor will never enter." ”

Bai Yun's face was full of unclear looks, and he said quite puzzledly: "The Buddha can cross me, why can't I cross the Buddha?"

The Dharma foolishness that has always come out of the mouth of Buddhism and Zen is dumb.

Bai Yun retorted: "Isn't the most taboo thing for monks to be a monk not to save when he sees death? My first master once told me that if you don't save yourself when you see death, and if you die and you will go to the eighteenth layer of hell and suffer the pain of not being able to live forever, Muru Temple will be in great trouble, and I know very well that if I don't help from the inside, won't I have committed the great sin of not being saved by seeing death?"

Bai Yun said in a deep voice: "Do you want to watch me being beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell and carrying the sin that makes Ji Xia shame?"

"Amitabha, but this has always been a family affair of Muru Temple, and the meeting of Muru Temple has caused heavy casualties to innocent disciples of all factions, although this situation is manipulated by others, but Muru Temple will not escape the blame. This trip must not involve other innocent victims. ”

"The five giants of the righteous path have always been connected by blood, where to come to the difficulties of Muru Temple is Muru Temple's own family affairs. Bai Yun continued: "Okay, even if this is Muru Temple's own family matter, but I am half a disciple of Muru Temple, who will I enter this hell?"

As soon as this statement came out, Fa Yu was not surprised, but calm as an ancient well, no waves and no ripples, although Fa Yu has the ability to observe people's hearts, but the view is the good and evil hearts, not the heart of the bent intestines, the reason why he was still unmoved after learning the identity of Bai Yun, because in the Yangtze River tributary Bai Yun grasshopper shook the tree to save the passenger boat, forced out of the body of the power of Buddhism The scene happened to be seen by the passing Fa Yu, that is the unique master of Muru Temple, the heart Sutra, and then think of the last breath held on to the last breath many years ago, crumbling on the next seat of the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, Baiyun's identity naturally came out。

"Amitabha. On another mountain stream path, there was a voice of vicissitudes: "Baiyun Shaoxia, you said that you are half a disciple of Muru Temple, what do you mean by this?"

In the shade of the trees, a gray-robed monk who was as thin as wood was standing like a pine.

When Bai Yun heard the sound, it turned out to be the monk Huiping who presided over the Muru Temple.

"Fa Yu said that you have the power of Buddhism in your body, but Muru Temple's unique heart method is the Great Prajna Heart Sutra?" asked the monk Huiping with his palms together.

Bai Yun deliberately avoided the gray-robed monk's gaze.

Huiping presided over a sigh of relief, and said solemnly: "The Great Prajna Heart Sutra is the unique heart method of my Muru Temple, and it is also the foundation of the martial arts of Muru Temple. ”

The young man with the ebony wooden sword in his hand had ripples in his eyes, and the Great Prajna Heart Sutra could only be in the presiding room of the Muru Temple

It has been passed down from generation to generation, but why is this method hidden in the red sandalwood Buddha beads left by the gray-clothed old monk?

Bai Yun only guessed that there was a constant relationship between Li Jingxi and Muru Temple, but as for why Li Jingxi would live in seclusion in the north of the rivers and lakes, and why there was a mantra of the Great Prajna Heart Sutra, all kinds of doubts were unknown, and for some reason, Bai Yun's heart faintly gave birth to a bold idea.

Hui Ping presided over the Buddha beads, his eyes turned to the smiling Buddha, in fact, he was very aware of all this, the young man in front of him was the disciple of the senior brother who was called Rulai by the rivers and lakes, the reason why he was so aggressive, just didn't want the white clouds to mix with this troubled water.

Bai Yun wanted to speak and stopped, but Li Jingxi's name came to his lips but he swallowed it with a clatter.

Under the shade of the trees, the host of Huiping slowly turned around, turned his back to Bai Yun and Fa Yu, and said calmly: "Since Bai Yun Shaoxia can't tell the truth, then please go down the mountain quickly, your kindness poor monk and Muru Temple have it." ”

Before the words fell, the shadow of the tree swayed, a black shadow flashed from the canopy, and a blade roared and stabbed at the monk Huiping.

"Master!" Fa Yu exclaimed.

The black tiger turned into a sharp shadow and pounced, but it was obviously too late to pounce on the murderous sword.

The blade pointed at the body, but the old monk Huiping was not afraid of danger, and Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his color.

The gray-clothed monk calmly made the black-clothed figure hesitate slightly, and just in the midst of the lightning, a young man holding an ebony wooden sword came into the air, and the divine sword flew out of his hand, like a longbow from the string piercing through the yang in a hundred steps, and accurately hit the blade of the sharp broadsword.

With a bang, the black-clothed man's hand was crooked, the aftershock affected his wrist, and the pitch-black broadsword in his hand flew out of his hand, nailing deeply into a locust tree with yellowed branches and leaves, shaking the yellow leaves straight down.

After a circle, the Shentu missile flew back into Bai Yun's hand, and Bai Yun's body was like a fluttering long ling, and it was quietly attached to the front of the man in black.

"Is that you?" Bai Yun was shocked and angry, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

This black-clothed man who had a grudge against Bai Yun sneered, and had no intention of fighting with Bai Yunluan, just as Bai Yun was close, the white butterfly volleyed in the air, and his feet stepped on the void air and swept backwards.

Bai Yun took advantage of the momentum to pursue, clinging to the man in black without giving an inch, and an unknown cruel smile appeared in the cold dark iron mask.

Bai Yun was desperate, like a bloodthirsty beast, the god in his hand glowed with a hideous red light, eager to break the black-clothed man in front of him into thousands of pieces.

The gray-clothed monk frowned deeply, and when he saw that Bai Yun was so abnormal, he muttered in a low voice: "Amitabha, the devil comes from the heart. ”

One-on-one stubbornness, in addition to simply competing for strength, also pays attention to delicate thoughts.

There is a huge disparity in the strength of the battle between Bai Yun and the black cloth, and the heart and liver of the man in black must be delicate and exquisite, and the victory or defeat is self-evident, but even so, the hatred and killing intent have long been like maggots in the tarsal bones between the bone marrow of the white clouds, what about hitting the stone with an egg?

The black-clothed man was like a ghost, and his qi exploded between his arms, and at the same time, the scarlet and blood-red Shentu long sword pierced into the chest of the black-clothed man.

Dressed in black

The person's palms came out together, as if two iron plates were clamping the gods, and the qi from the black clothes skyrocketed at this moment.

The scarlet sword light attached to the sword body did not decrease but increased, and the tidal wave-like qi overflowed from the qi sea lake where the Great Wu Wei was floating and the foundation was built, and it was continuously injected into the Shen Tu long sword.

The man in black's gaze suddenly became cold and misty.

The gray-clothed old monk couldn't help but be taken aback, and his fingers plucking the Buddha beads stopped abruptly.

The black-clothed man's palms thrust down the blade of the sword, and at the same time, his arms were suddenly raised above his head, and the divine sword wrapped in a dazzling red light also changed its trajectory.

(End of chapter)

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