Ten years ago, Zhigao, who had changed into a robe and monk's robe outside the Dharma Cave, saluted the two uncles in front of him and walked towards the cave. Looking at Zhigao, who was firm in his back, Xintian said quietly: "He is good." Xinkong on the side shook his head, his face unspeakably uncomfortable, "This is not something he should bear." Xinkong clasped his hands tightly, and there was no wind around him, but the monk's robe fluttered as if it was blown by the wind.

Ten years later, blood gushed out of the mouth of the standing Xin Yuan, and the vitality on his face slowly disappeared, and the Xin Kong opposite him stared at Xin Yuan and asked angrily: "Is this what you want?"

Nobuchi spat out a mouthful of blood and spurted it on the ground, splashing all over Nobuku's cloth shoes. Feeling the surging internal force coming from his back and palms, his body was squeezing his internal organs everywhere. Xin Yuan's expressionless face suddenly exploded with a hint of abuse.

"Do you remember that year...... Do we have a conversation under Tallinn?" Shinbuchi also stared straight at Shinku, the playful abuse on his face turned into a smile, and asked with difficulty.

Xinkong and Xinyuan, as senior brothers, naturally talk to each other from time to time, and even Xinkong has always liked to talk to this little junior brother. There were many conversations under Tallinn, but it was that one that he could remember at once.

That was nineteen years ago, when Nobuya was twenty-nine years old and Nobuchi was twenty-six years old. The reason why Xinkong remembers it so clearly is because just a few months after the conversation, he broke his vows and was punished and imprisoned in the Dharma Cave for five years.

Xinkong still remembers that the weather was not too good that day, and it was Shinbuchi who was squatting under the pagoda to open his mouth first.

"Senior brother, what has I been thinking about lately?" Xin Yuan grabbed a branch and wrote the word freedom on the ground. Xinkong, who was standing, thought to himself that this kid must have quarreled with the master again, why did he quarrel this time? The junior brother and the master quarreled too much, which was a common thing in the temple. Oh, it must be because of the Buddhist scriptures that my junior brother brought back.

"I don't know what freedom is, but don't quarrel with the master anymore, the master is not in good health, you have to talk to him well, I'm afraid the master will let you study the scriptures well. Shinku said with a smile.

Xin Yuan kept drawing something on the ground in his hand, and replied, "The master won't let me learn martial arts anymore." Xinkong was also stunned when he heard it, the master actually didn't let the junior brother learn martial arts?

"The master said I was infatuated. Xinyuan's answer made Xinkong understand at once, and laughed, "You, that's it, you always want to study new things, this time you brought back the scriptures, it must be reasonable for the master not to let you continue to study." The master can harm you. ”

"But it was the master who let me enter Shaolin at the beginning, and the master who let me learn martial arts is also the master, and the master said that learning Buddhism can go to the heart of infatuation, and now he tells me that he is infatuated and does not let me learn martial arts. Isn't this a contradiction in the master?" Xinkong just wanted to explain, and Xinyuan continued: "I have recently understood a little thing, the Buddha is also like this, the Buddha said that all living beings are suffering, but he also said that all living beings and all things can be Buddhas. ”

When Xinkong heard this, he knew that his junior brother had gotten into the tip of the horn again, raised his eyebrows, pointed to a weed on the ground and said, "This grass is a Buddha?"

Xin Yuan stopped his hand, looked at the grass and replied, "It's the Buddha." ”

"Is that dog a Buddha?" Shinku pointed to a stray wild dog nearby.

"It's a Buddha. ”

"That piece of dog shit is also a Buddha?" Xinkong pointed again, only to see that the stray dog just pulled out a piece of dog shit, and then flicked his tail and left in style.

Xin Yuan was stunned and replied, "That's also a Buddha." ”

Xinkong didn't expect his junior brother to really call the shit a Buddha, and he was a little angry in his heart, Shaolin monks and even warrior monks practice Buddha every day, you say that this shit is a Buddha, doesn't that mean that we are learning shit? Xinkong pointed his finger at Xinyuan and said angrily: "Then you are also a Buddha?"

Shinbuchi frowned, and then stood up as if he had suddenly figured it out.

"Then I am the Buddha. Shinbuchi stared at Shinkong and said.

This time it was Xinkong's turn to frown, he wanted to use shit to make Xinyuan understand that what the Buddha said was just to guide people to goodness, and the reason why there were contradictory Buddha words was because these Buddha words stories were just compiled and passed on by later generations, so that people believed in Buddha and then worshiped Buddha, which was just a means of passing on the world. Just as he really wants to ask Xinkong whether he believes in Buddha or not, he is afraid that he also does not believe it, but Xinkong feels that the heart of goodness is the true meaning of the Buddha, and goodness is the belief in emptiness, and it is the Buddha that is his heart.

"I am lonely, I am free, I am my own Buddha. Xin Yuan said strange words again, and after hearing it, Xinkong finally understood the reason why the master did not let the junior brother learn martial arts again. Looking at the look in his junior brother's eyes now, it seems to be nothing, but when he looks closely, it is as daunting as a bottomless abyss.

Xinkong swallowed his saliva, and his face was no longer the previous joke, but full of seriousness. "I don't think freedom is about doing whatever you want. It's about what you don't want to do, and you don't do. Word by word came out of Xinkong's mouth.

When Xin Yuan heard this, his eyes suddenly flashed back to a clear look, and after thinking about it with his left hand, he smiled at Xin Kong and left.

Seeing that his junior brother had returned to normal, Xinkong wiped the cold sweat that came out of his head and smiled bitterly in his heart. The junior brother is good at everything, but this mind of research and inquiry is too delicate, and it is easy to be too obsessed with things and fall into a delusional situation. Thinking back to the terrible eyes of his junior brother just now, he felt that the name given by the master to his junior brother was not good.

"What's the name Xinyuan, it's really ......" He suddenly remembered that his junior brother didn't seem to be called this Dharma name at first, but he couldn't remember the specific situation, so he left Tallinn and walked towards the Buddha Hall. With a snap, Xinkong's left foot on the road stepped on the poop pulled by the stray dog before, the soles of his feet were mushy, and a stench suddenly rushed into his nose.

Shinku was agitated by the stench and patted his head. "Ah, I remember, at the beginning, the junior brother's name was called reputation. The hand that was still on his head rubbed his smooth head and continued to walk forward, as if he had no notice of the shit he had just stepped on under his feet.

"Then it's better to call it Xinyuan, this reputation sounds a little piercing to me. ”

......

"Senior brother!" Xin Yuan shouted. It had been many years since this title had been heard from Nobuchi's mouth, and it made Nobuchi feel in a trance for a moment. Shinku, who came out of his memories and thoughts, looked at Shinbuchi on the other side as if he knew what he was recalling, his mouth opened wide, and his whole face was distorted into an indescribable weird smile. Shin Yuan's left hand was raised high, and Shin Kong and Zhi Gao saw that Xin Yuan's movements were driving internal forces, and rushed towards Xin Yuan's body.

It was the left hand that turned into a palm, and it fell rapidly at the highest place, not slashing at Xinkong or rushing towards Zhigao, and the palm fell firmly on Xinyuan's own chest.

"People have limits! I'm no longer human!" The blood that spurted out of Nobuchi's mouth hit Nobuchi straight in the face. It was warm and smelly, but what surprised Xinkong even more was that the internal force of Xinyuan, which had been crushed, suddenly exploded and counterattacked. It is more like a huge wave to say that it is a counterattack, and a giant hammer is indomitable and rushes from the opponent's body.

A gust of wind blew on Shinbuchi's body, surrounding Shinbuchi. Xin Yuan's face was already crazy, and people didn't feel like they had seen a powerful ghost. Because the face that was originally lifeless and emaciated was now like new flesh was reborn, and the muscles on the face bulged like a skin filled with water. The original white hair also turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. The white underwear on his body is tearing open one by one, and it is about to fall apart.

Zhigao and Wang Jian, who watched this change, were all frightened, even if everything in front of them as Buddhist disciples and martial arts people was still too bizarre, what kind of evil art was this?

With a pop, Nobuya and Zhigao flew backwards as if they were suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand, and both of them hit the wall, spitting out large patches of blood.

And in the hall, a trace of white vapor emanated from Xin Yuan's whole body. Is that really still Xin Yuan? I'm afraid that everyone who has seen Xin Yuan here before will ask this sentence, because the white-haired and emaciated old man in his fifties before is gone, and there is only a sturdy man about thirty-five years old, who is shirtless, muscular, and full of black hair hanging down the back of his head.

The man raised his right hand and clenched it in front of his face, his index finger outstretched to the sky. The left hand hangs down to the side, and the four fingers are on the ground.

"I am the only one in heaven and the world, and now my life is over. ”

The man moved his head, obviously not looking at himself, but Shinkong and the others seemed to see that the man was staring at him, and there seemed to be nothingness in his eyes, but if you look carefully, you can see the bottomless abyss.

It seems to be said to everyone, but it is not said to anyone. It's just that these words are so cold, so cold that everyone who hears them can't help but shiver.

Is that a question? But it's not like a question.

"You say, am I a Buddha or a demon at this moment? ”