There are some things in the world that have no answers.

It's like many years ago, the entire Central Plains, on both sides of the Qi River, couldn't figure out why the purple-robed master took the lead and led the Northern Wei Iron Cavalry to slaughter the entire Buddhist Gate?

Until now, there has been no answer to this question.

You can guess, speculate, and come up with countless pieces of evidence to prove that your idea is right.

Slaughter Buddhism in order to build a country with Buddha's fortune?

Or is that purple-robed national teacher a ruthless and unrighteous person and an ungrateful person?

He was bent on destroying the Buddha and deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, just for his own selfish desires and seeking the supreme power of the Northern Wei Dynasty?

Or did he kill thousands of people and set up a capital with Buddha bones in order to take revenge on Buddhism and cut off his path of cultivation?

There are different opinions, but no matter how fierce the dispute is, it is doomed to be in vain.

But one thing is undeniable.

He was undoubtedly a wicked man.

In this world, the line between good and evil is clear.

What counts as a wicked person?

A person who kills an innocent life is considered a wicked person.

Then the one who slaughtered the entire Buddhist sect was, of course, a wicked person.

Heinous.

So no one will think about such a question: Does this purple-robed man have a Buddhist door in his heart?

When Xuan Shangyu left Qijiang.

The old valley lord of the Hidden Valley asked this question.

It's a pity that the purple-robed Great Master didn't answer, and the sword boat didn't even pause at his feet.

So the old man just watched the sword boat go away in silence.

There is no answer to this question.

If you don't open your mouth in the purple robe for a day, you won't have an answer for a day.

Never.

The old valley lord who has to take one step more than everyone else and vaguely sees the truth may have his own answer in his heart.

There are so many answers, and none of them are the right answers.

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Under the Bodhi tree in Luoyang.

The purple-robed Great Master stood still for a long time.

In his mind, there are countless pictures of wandering flowers, from birth to death, from birth to end, from fate to fate, from chaos to chaos.

It wasn't just the Hidden Valley Lord who asked him this question.

Too many people have asked.

Xuan Shangyu silently put away his purple robe, thinking back to these pictures.

When he forgot to return to the mountain, when the master scolded himself for his sins, didn't he ask himself?

When he waved the butcher's knife at his fellow Buddhists, the painful look in the eyes of those people was not asking themselves?

At the head of Luoyang City, Shen Hongying loosened her shackles and watched her run to Bodhi on a dusty ride.

The thirty-two princes stood silently behind them in a row, holding heavy crossbows.

Loosen the string with his own hands, and watched the puddle of blood splash on the little junior brother's face, when he looked at him.

Their gaze, their silence, their fear.

There are doubts, there is indignation, there is sadness.

It's all questioning.

Xuan Shangyu under the Bodhi tree was silent.

He knew that he was a descendant of the Buddha-figure after practicing the Buddha's three-life decision, and he was a substitute.

But after being sensible, he sometimes asked himself.

Ask the deity.

Is the purple-robed man who locks himself in the remains of the Buddha like himself, when he is extremely lonely, think of this question?

Hyun Sang-woo shook his head.

His voice was hoarse, and he slowly said to the man of the Cao family beside him: "Your Majesty, I am good at reciting Buddhism." ”

Finally opened his mouth and solved the problems of the world.

Cao Zhixuan was slightly stunned.

The purple-robed man stretched out a hand, his five fingers slightly opened and then retracted, catching a swirling Bodhi leaf.

"When I was very young, I was taken in by Master and left on the Forgotten Return Mountain. ”

"Like the little brother and the little sister, I practiced on the Forgotten Mountain, watching the flowing clouds there and reading the Zen Dharma there. ”

"If I could, I'd love to keep it that way. ”

His gaze widened, and he finally looked at the linden tree.

I was stunned to see the red-haired woman under the tree.

The purple-robed Great Master's bun was long gone, he closed his eyes, let the light rain brush his face, blew his long hair, and said in a trembling voice: "But in this world, things always backfire...... Isn't it?"

The young emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty was stunned.

"Master has been very kind to me...... Fabulous. ”

Xuan Shangyu slowly opened his eyes, and said with a complicated expression: "It's a pity...... If I had met him underground, he would never have been so kind to me again. ”

The man of the Cao family didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Luoyang's Vermilion Bird Void Flame Array was extinguished by that Bodhisattva, and a city of creatures was saved. The purple-robed master said softly: "After today, Bodhi will take root, and the Buddha will be Pudu, starting from Luoyang and going to the entire Northern Wei Dynasty, and gradually sparks the plains. That's a little selfishness on my part, isn't it?"

Cao Zhixuan's expression was complicated, and there was a scattered voice of chanting Buddha in his ears.

How ridiculous?

The capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty, which advocated the destruction of Buddhism, actually fell the seeds of Buddhism taking root and sprouting?

The world's ridiculous.

However, the purple-robed Great Master said in a soft voice: "What Your Majesty wants is just a piece of the country. Life is hard, and these people are very difficult, so don't raise a butcher's knife against them. The Northern Wei Dynasty can not build Buddhist temples and pagodas, but it can no longer create evil. Otherwise, the six realms of reincarnation, karmic retribution, Your Majesty, as the lord of a country, how can it be avoided?"

"Over the years, the Northern Wei Dynasty has gone against the grain, dragged out its vitality, and dragged it to half of the world, but it will have to repay its debts after all. The purple-robed master smiled and said, "But who will pay these debts?"

Cao Zhixuan, who was dressed in plain clothes, raised his head suddenly, stared at the purple-robed man with a smile on his face, and finally understood where the ominous thoughts he had when he left the Peony Pavilion came from.

Even if you hold the ukiyo-e seal, you can't feel at ease.

Because under the land of Luoyang, the killing breath that is faintly aimed at the Northern Wei Dynasty is cause and effect, reincarnation, and the most unspeakable retribution in the world.

Whoever deserves the robbery will surely die.

The man of the Cao family narrowed his eyes and said, "What are you...... Are you going to blackmail me?"

The purple-robed man shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not a threat, it can only be regarded as a little willfulness." When the deity is born, he will do the same. Your Majesty has calculated me for so many years, and today I repay my grievances with virtue, can I not fulfill this little request?"

Cao Zhixuan, who was holding the ukiyo-e seal, sensed the enormity of that karma, even if it was a national heavy weapon, in the face of the vast and ethereal cause and effect, it could not resist.

Then he looked at the purple-robed man beside him in astonishment.

The purple robe suddenly waved his sleeves, looked at the little bluestone monk not far away, and laughed softly: "Bodhisattva, is it my turn?"

Qingshi's face was complicated and he nodded.

The statue of Tantuo Jizo Buddha was torn by ten thousand ghosts, and the karma that belonged to Liu Bai Chan had all dissipated, and the breath that lingered between heaven and earth became more and more faint.

And a wave is not settled, and a wave rises, and the waves generally condense from behind the Buddha statue.

Senran Hell Corpse Mountain Blood Sea.

It belongs to the robbery of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The purple-robed master muttered: "One hundred moves of Northern Wei chess, the final step, I will take it." ”

The man of the Cao family looked at the purple-robed man in a daze.

The purple-robed master slowly raised his arms, shook his sleeves, bowed, and crowned, and then recovered his indifferent complexion and walked towards the smiling Tantuo Bodhisattva.

Follow all the way.

The Bodhi leaves swirled and fell at the foot of the purple robe, condensing like a tornado.

A resentful soul flew out from behind Tantuo Bodhisattva, his face distorted, and he bit the purple-robed man's shoulder fiercely.

Xuan Shangyu's face was compassionate.

He looked at this comrade who was once on the Forgotten Mountain, but now he turned into a powerful ghost who could not be reincarnated, and vented his anger on himself.

The purple robe on his shoulders was dripping with blood.

Karma.

Karma.

After raising his head slightly-

Hyun Sang-woo took a deep breath.

Looking at the overwhelming shadows coming, they were all familiar faces from the past, and the hideous faces when he waved the butcher knife were now more distorted and angry.

The purple robe was cut into countless small cuts, and blood droplets flew out.

His cheeks were cut by a knife, and dozens of scarlet blood marks spread out in an instant.

And the man was expressionless and moved on.

The man of the Cao family watched the purple-robed man who was struggling step by step, walking on thin ice, but the more difficult it was to walk, the more stoic his steps became.

Cao Zhixuan couldn't understand why this purple-robed clone, who knew all the deceptions, obviously didn't want to be bound by the deity, and wanted to burn the city to fight, but finally chose to die?

The more he thought about it, the more Cao Zhixuan couldn't calm down.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

The man of the Cao family had planned for the worst, even if Luoyang burned the city and the thousand-year-old capital was destroyed, he couldn't shake his heart in the slightest.

Of course, he also thought about the best ending.

But the current ending is too perfect and too dreamy.

Cao Zhixuan faintly couldn't believe it.

If this doppelganger of Xuan Shangyu is willing to respond to the catastrophe, he will end all the karmic retribution in Luoyang.

The Buddha-figure Buddha in the ukiyo-e seal has practiced the three lives of the Buddha to the end, and in the last doppelganger disappears, the merit is complete, and the tenth realm of cultivation is achieved.

This is the cloth outside the chessboard.

It's a miracle.

It not only preserved Luoyang, but also preserved itself.

It's just a doppelganger.

The emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who had already made plans to cut his flesh in pain, stood stunned on the spot, and couldn't believe it for a while.

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There are some things in the world that have no answers.

It's like many years ago, the purple-robed man waved a ruthless butcher's knife at the Buddhist sect.

Then, sixteen years later, he left another foundation for Buddhism.

So is it good for him to recite Buddhism or not?

Xuan Shangyu gave Cao Zhixuan's answer.

To be precise, it was the doppelganger in the purple robe who gave the answer.

But he was left with a new problem.

The purple-robed clone who was obviously going to compete with the deity for a game was willing to go into a dead end, and would rather die dead.

What is the answer to this question?

Similar to the previous question.

There is no answer.

As long as the purple-robed man didn't speak, there was no answer to all this.

Never.

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The purple robe walked on the road to hell.

He silently endured the bite of ten thousand ghosts.

Then he paused and stopped in front of the linden tree, behind the red-haired woman.

He didn't speak, just quietly looked at the black-robed red-haired woman.

The karmic erosion that Donkey Kong's physique could not resist became more and more obvious in this woman.

After being imprisoned in the Buddha's remains for sixteen years, and countless reincarnations eroded, Shen Hongying's divine soul had long since dissolved.

Even if that Bodhisattva condensed her with great magical powers, she would not be able to survive for long.

Compared with Liu Baichan, who turned into light and rain, it is just one after the other.

Xuan Shangyu's face was complicated, looking at the red-haired woman, still doing her best, moving towards the Bodhi tree point by point.

Every time you advance, the Donkey Kong physique, which is condensed by monstrous karma, is eroded.

The closer you are to the linden, the heavier the erosion.

A white streak appeared on the top of the red-haired woman's head.

Pale.

The paleness of the years, like heavy snow, collapsed from the heavens, and then spread in all directions.

Redhead is gray.

The face is withered and old.

It's not a poignant picture.

Hyun Shangyu was bearing the karmic erosion behind him, his face was neither happy nor sad, and he stood still and watched as the red-haired woman wrapped her arms around the huge Bodhi tree.

The blue and purple color on the canopy of the tree spread to the ground, and the crystal clear Buddha edge shrouded her body cast from Buddha bones.

In order to create a body with the physique of Donkey Kong, the Northern Wei Dynasty spent countless resources of the six Buddha remains, and the blood slaughtered was unknown.

At this moment, under the washing of Bodhi, it is all washed away little by little.

The black robe also turned white, and the red hair also turned white.

The vegan woman closed her eyes.

The red hair fell to the ground, and the pale color fell more rapidly, and the avalanche spread.

Heavy snow in Tunku Su Road.

Forget to return to the flowing clouds of the mountain.

The girl in red has a full head of white hair.

It's a bleak picture.

Xuan Shangyu looked at the red-haired and white-haired girl in a daze, and put her arms around Bodhi and kissed the Bodhi tree gently.

He didn't think of a word for no reason.

The most painful thing in this life is that when you are desperate, you find that you are powerless.

Life is full of suffering, no matter whether it is high or low, everything cannot go well.

In Xuan Shangyu's mind was the white-robed man who stepped on Luoyang with Bodhi on his back sixteen years ago, and the cry that shook the nine heavens.

"If Shen Hongying dies, I don't want to live alone!"

In front of me was this silver-haired woman who was dreaming softly.

"If Liu Baizen dies...... I don't want to live alone. ”

Shen Hongying kissed Bodhi.

Then follow Liu Baichan and leave.

Cause and effect are settled.

The purple-robed master was stunned and said, "Master said that all stories in the world have a good ending and a bad ending. ”

But if a person works hard and can't do something, how can he change its outcome?

Cause and effect are entangled, joy, anger and sorrow.

He lowered his eyebrows slightly, and said in a sad voice: "But in the end, the ending is not up to us. ”

"So...... What about tragedy?"

Under the linden tree, the spirit is lingering.

There is a fragrance sweeping, and the Bodhi leaves are flying.

The purple-robed master walked straight forward, never looking back, passing by the little monk of bluestone, and only nodded lightly and smiled.

Qingshi clasped his hands together and looked compassionate, and the Buddha responded.

He walked up to the statue of the Buddha in Tanta Jizo.

Further on, there is Senran Hell.

There will be no return.

The broken purple robe swayed wildly in front of the Buddha statue.

Xuan Shangyu stopped with difficulty, raised his head, and looked at the compassionate expression of Tantuo Jizo Bodhisattva, as if he was smiling but not smiling, and he couldn't guess his thoughts.

He turned his back to the beings and said softly, "It's really like a ......."

The soul power drifted away, and then condensed.

The purple-robed national teacher's favorite blue-curtained lotus platform swayed and condensed a phantom in the sky above Luoyang.

The man of the Cao family had a complicated face and looked at the green curtain show.

Freeze at the end of the pantomime.

The red clothes pitched, blood splattered, Yu Ji followed the overlord, a silent pantome throughout the whole process, only the bell and the sword fell to the ground.

The man of the Cao family suddenly understood the true meaning of this green curtain lotus show.

The heavens and the earth have changed.

The purple-robed master waved his sleeves and laughed wantonly.

"This Yu Ji, no matter how well you act, don't you want to die?"

One step ahead.

Into the Infernal Hell, the six realms of reincarnation.

Karma descended from the sky, and blood overflowed from under the seat of the Buddha Tanda.

The purple robe was completely torn apart, and countless fragments of soul power overflowed.

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In this world, there are many questions, and there are no answers.

Why is the purple-robed clone willing to die?

As long as he doesn't open his mouth.

Then no one will know the answer.

But he finally restrained his smile and softened his face.

In his mind, countless images flashed by, from birth to death, from birth to end, from fate to fate, from chaos to chaos.

Scene by scene is extremely familiar, just like a play on the stage, looking at his own script, seeing his own life.

The clone of the purple-robed Great Master held a voice that no one could hear, and muttered in a low voice.

"If ......"

"If I hadn't opened that 'book'...... Everything, will it be different?"

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In this world, there are many questions that are unanswered.

It's like, what is the "book" in the mouth of the purple robe?

What is the image that flashed through his mind?

These are destined to be unanswered.

Because once you have the answer, there will be the next question.

One question after another, one answer after another.

There will never be an end.

So...... If the doppelganger of the purple-robed Great Master hadn't opened that book, would everything have been different?

There will certainly be no answer to this question.

As long as he doesn't open his mouth.

PS: Promise everyone's outbreak.,This chapter can be sent into two chapters.,But merge into one chapter.,If the state is good at night.,There will be a change.,If the state is not good.,Then it's estimated that there will be none.。

Then I wish you all a happy May Day~

At the same time, don't forget the red ticket~