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Gu Chuanxia walked in the crowd, but no one could see him, he was like an invisible wind, passing through the crowd. Those monks who were not weak in cultivation also ignored him and let him go into the depths of the temple.

The winding path leads to the secluded, and the Zen room is full of flowers and trees.

No one would have imagined that in the depths of the famous Great Ci'en Temple, a place that is listed as a forbidden place, there would be such a small Zen monastery, and an invisible barrier separates it from the outside world, dividing a small space.

The formations running around not only prevented outsiders from entering, but also prevented those inside from coming out.

It's a prison!

Gu Chuanxia's body changed from real to virtual, like a dream, gently drifting through layers of obstacles and entering the Zen temple.

The Zen courtyard is not big, and the grass and trees in the courtyard are numerous, growing savagely, without any constraints. A monk dressed in gray monk's robes appears to be sitting by a dry well, chanting scriptures.

When I got closer, I realized that the monk was empty from his waist down, and there was nothing. In other words, ordinary people may have died a long time ago, but this monk has another miracle, he has lost half of his body, and he is still alive and well.

And the monk's face was crisscrossed with dense scars. The scar was like someone holding a file and shoveling off the flesh of his face inch by inch, and the layers of wounds accumulated in one place, corroded by strange poison and curse, and could not be repaired.

"What time is it now?" The monk's voice was unexpectedly good, full of masculine charm, and by the voice it was even conceivable that he was once a beautiful man.

"If you are talking about how many years have passed since the reign of Taizong, thousands of years have passed. Gu Chuanxia changed from nothingness to reality, stood in front of the monk and looked at him and said.

"Do you know who I am?" and what I want to ask?" the monk asked one after another.

Gu Chuanxia said: "I naturally know that you are a debater monk! During the reign of Taizong, the name of your debater monk can be said to be known to everyone, and everyone knows it!"

The monk laughed miserably, with an indescribable poignancy in his voice.

"The past is all evil, and the fame is all over the place. Now he is just an old monk holding his crippled body, barely breathing, where else does he have any name? I used to think that I had a unique opportunity and eloquence. But I didn't think that thousands of words could not be worth a sentence from the king of the prosperous world. ”

"In that case, why are you still alive?" asked Gu Chuanxia, staring at the debate monk.

The debate monk said: "Because of a promise." ”

"Are you still waiting for her?" asked Gu Chuanxia.

"Did you know she's been dead for thousands of years?" the ancient legend continued.

The dense, scarred face of the debate machine showed an inconspicuous expression, as if it was just a simple tug at the corners of his mouth.

"I know, but I also know that in a short time the great tribulation will come, and the three thousand red dust, and all the worlds of Futu will return to dust, and the living will die, and the dead will return. All living beings will face the Last Judgment. ”

"I'm going to live and wait. Wait until that time to look at her again. I don't have to let her know who I am, just look at her again. ”

Gu Chuanxia sighed softly.

"Why are you sighing, are you pitying me, or are you sympathizing with me?" said the monk with anger in his tone.

"You and I have nothing to say. People like you will never understand how lucky it is to find someone who is worth waiting until the end of the day. This is my blessing, and it is my creation. How can you sigh about such a thing, and what is there to pity you?"

"I should have pity on you! chase power, chase eternity, but forget what is the use of power and eternity. What is the meaning of such a life, even if it is immortal?" the debate monk mocked the ancient legend.

Gu Chuanxia shook his head and said, "You are wrong! I did not pity you, let alone sympathize with you. I sighed just because, sighing that Emperor Taizong, who was wise and martial in his life, made a wrong decision about the matter between you and Princess Gaoyang. He thought that life and death could separate you, but he never thought that it would make you closer. ”

The debate monk said: "He will naturally be wrong! Although he is a rare Ming Jun for a thousand years, he is by no means a reasonable and good person. How could someone like him understand this?"

"Very good! Listen to you, and understand that you are also a man of temperament. You came to me, but for the sake of Master Sanzang?" asked the monk Bianji.

"How do you know I'm here for Master Sanzang?" asked Gu Chuanxia rhetorically.

The debate monk sneered: "Although my debate monk was a little famous in the past, but a thousand years have passed, how many people really still remember me? What qualifications do I have, worthy of someone like you, to go to great lengths to come to me and say such things to me? You only found me because I used to follow Master Sanzang in the past!"

I want to ask what the book "Journey to the West" is all about. Gu Chuanxia said.

"I've never heard of such a book!" said the debate monk shaking his head.

Gu Chuanxia said: "No, although you are locked up here, you must have heard of it. And it's familiar. The book "The Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty" records only the most superficial things, and there may be some truth in "Journey to the West". ”

"You don't even ask what "Journey to the West" is, and you deny it, isn't it just a lack of heart?"

The debate monk was slightly stunned, and then said, "Okay! Even if I know something, why should I tell you?"

Gu Chuanxia had a sneer on his face: "I can kill you." You are highly poisonous, and the Dharma body of the Buddha that you have cultivated is all protected by the original spirit. If I kill you, you won't even be qualified to enter the underworld. So you'll never see her again, and even then, won't you say it?"

The debate monk gritted his teeth, his ugly face, and he looked at the ancient legend fiercely.

"Despicable!"

"Perhaps, but you're not a good person. True feelings may be expensive, but I disdain the so-called true feelings that have no discipline and bottom line. Why did "Journey to the West" come about?" Gu Chuanxia stared at the debate monk, his eyes overflowing with murderous intent, obviously what he said before was not a lie, and it was not just used to intimidate the debater.

The debate monk was holding a string of jade precious Buddha beads in his hand, which was delicate and small, and looked more like a plaything of his daughter's family.

After a few fiddles, the debate monk finally sighed, half of his body was short, and then he said: "There has never been any Journey to the West, and a large part of this story is made up." ”

"What?" Gu Chuanxia never thought it would be such an answer.

But this doesn't make sense, he clearly saw Brother Monkey in the ancient dream, saw the ancient war, and got the benefits of Pan Taoyuan. How can it be fake? How can it be fake?

(To be continued.) )