Picking leaves said: "When the coffin carrying He Anzai was about to disappear, there was a monk with a face mask, he sat cross-legged in the sky, slowly landed on the lid of He Anzai's coffin, and recited the Sutra of the Dead. ”

A trace of anger flashed in Chen Anzhi's long eyes, and he asked, "Have you seen clearly?"

Picking leaves nodded, and said affirmatively: "I see clearly, I see that he is wearing a robe, and there is a Buddha rhyme flowing behind his head, he must be a Buddhist saint who has achieved a golden body, but he has a face, I can't see who it is, but he gives me the feeling that it is completely opposite to the Buddhist saint I have seen before, very weird, and there is an indescribable profundity, saying that he is a saint, but more like a Buddha." ”

He is a little entangled, he once followed the big sword immortal to gallop through three states and five places, his knowledge is naturally not short-sighted, Confucian saints, golden-bodied saints, sword saints, etc., and various mountain immortals, he has seen it and does not think it is very powerful, and this feeling that he can't see through has only been seen in three people, the first is the master of Li in the world, the second is He Anzai in the righteous world, and the third is the face monk sitting on the coffin.

That's why he said it, maybe it was a Buddha's words.

After hesitating again and again, he picked the leaves and said: "I vaguely feel that those face-painted people who carry the coffin have the breath of saints on their bodies. ”

Chen Anzhi sneered: "It seems that those old bald donkeys like to mix in no matter what." ”

Picking leaves asked, "Do you know who those people are?"

Chen Anzhi shook his head, "I don't know, it's just that behind the dark turmoil three thousand years ago, there were the shadows of those bald heads. ”

Picking leaves was puzzled: "In the dark turmoil back then, didn't the monks in the temple also open the door to save the world?"

Chen Anzhi frowned and said, "Do you know what is the most feared thing in the world?"

Picking leaves whispered uncertainly, "Strength?"

Chen Anzhi chuckled: "That's right, but the most frightening thing is the power of faith, a person's faith is fragile, but a group of people, thousands of believers, that vast power of faith, is the most terrifying." At that time, the world was in turmoil, the people were not happy, and even those gods of mountains, rivers and water broke their golden bodies, revealing their true bodies to resist external troubles, but have you ever seen those high Buddhas descend to the mortal world? And the gods of mountains, rivers and waters, and the gods and immortals on the mountains are gone, and who are the people worship the most?"

Chen Anzhi didn't finish his words and hid the rest of the words in his stomach.

Buddha, in the three states and five places have always been enshrined in the existence of the temple, different from the saints in the temple of the hundred families are real, over the years, Buddhism is not harmonious, there have been many splits, and now it is divided into two parts and eight sects, each holding a word, anyway, fighting for it, Sakyamuni is the Buddha, the holy Guanyin, these high Buddhas, no one has seen the real body.

Although today's Buddhism is divided into two divisions and eight sects, it seems to be in a situation of open contention and secret fighting, but Chen Anzhi is very clear that in the two main parts of Buddhism, Theravada Buddhism and the popular Buddhism, there are two bronze tripods, which hold the beliefs of believers in various parts of the three states and five places, and they are also incense.

The leaves fell silent and stopped talking.

When picking leaves to tell this story, the eight long swords of the topmost sword washing pool fell with a sad sword intent.

They are blaming themselves, blaming themselves for not being able to save He Anzai.

Chen Anzhi's expression moved slightly, he raised his head to look, and said softly: "It's not your fault, just do your best." ”

At this moment, Xiao Muchun finally lost interest in the Broken Long Sword, and returned to Chen Anzhi's side, his little hand gently grasped the corner of his clothes, and the other little hand rubbed his eyes, his face full of tiredness, "Big brother, I'm sleepy." ”

Chen Anzhi's eyebrows were soft, and he gently touched the little guy's head, "If you're sleepy, go back to sleep." ”

Xiao Muchun nodded obediently, turned into a ball of white mang, and drilled into Mu Chun's sword.

After Xiao Muchun went back, Chen Anzhi raised his head and looked at the leaves and said, "You better go back to the sword, there is still a difficult guy outside." ”

Picking Leaves suddenly smiled, pointing to the dark green long sword, the cracks on the sword body made the whole sword look fragile, which means that I am like this, can I go with you to cut the mountains and seas again?

Chen Anzhi also smiled, and he said, "You've been holding back enough time in this sword washing building, it's time to go out for a walk." ”

Standing in front of the door of the Sword Washing Tower, the Sect Leader of the Far Mountain Sect looked at the figure who walked out with the sword in his hand, his eyes shining, and asked, "Found it?"

Chen Anzhi nodded and said, "I found it." ”

The Distant Mountain Sect Leader Sect put his hands behind his back and chuckled, "Where are you going next?"

Chen Anzhi raised his head and thought for a while, "Let's finish the big test first." ”

"There's no need anymore. The head of the Yuanshan Sect said with a smile: "Isn't your participation in the big test just a cover to cover people's eyes, now that you are in the open, there is no need to pretend." ”

Chen Anzhi said: "That's what I said, then let's take a look." ”

After saying this, he raised his feet and left, and the Sect Leader of the Far Mountain Sect looked at his back and smiled.