Just when Zen Jian looked at the Tao Liantai was stunned.

A dumbfounded monk tiptoed close to Zen Jianyi from behind, and suddenly jumped out from behind and made a grimace at Zen Jianyi: "Uncle Shi, let's go down the mountain." ”

It was the little monk who came from the round sky, his appearance was a little ugly, with a square and wide mouth, a pair of attractive ears, and two eyes under the thick eyebrows! Dripping, dripping, like two water beads on the lotus leaf, the body was thin but vigorous, carrying a bag for a long journey.

Yuankong thought that he could take care of his old man again, and he could also look at his little junior brother, and his heart was naturally excited, and he changed his restlessness and restlessness a few days ago, and he looked like he couldn't wait to go down the mountain for a moment, and he was about to throw yesterday's heavenly omen and vision out of the sky.

"Down the mountain?" As soon as the words fell, the Zen sword did not move, and as soon as his body swung, he freed his hand from his back and waist and slapped it in the air, swept out his sleeves, and quietly struck a blow, shaking the trees and rolling up the smoke and dust.

Urging the palm power with three points of force, the round sky is not moving, and the Zen sword squints at his feet, this cunning stinky boy actually prick out a horse step early!

"Uncle Shi sneaked up on someone?" Yuankong reached out and scratched the back of his head, grinning and smirking.

Zen Jian couldn't succeed at a glance, turned over and took off, flew over him who was blocking the way, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something in Yuankong's bag in the air, dazzling, and reached out to take out an object from his bag, Yuankong didn't notice: "Go down the mountain, I don't want to be burdensome." ”

As he spoke, he walked in the direction of the Buddha Figure.

Yuankong knew that Uncle Shi wanted to test himself, so he followed behind Zen Jian, and smirked: "Uncle said that he laughed, Yuankong followed the elderly master down the mountain several times before, served the master, and protected him thoroughly. ”

"Stinky boy, do you mean that Uncle Shi also needs you to take care of it?" Zen Jian walked in front and heard this, stopped, and glanced sideways at Yuankong.

Huikong is old, but Zen Jianyi is the year of fighting, and the Yuankong kid is open-mouthed, and he also wants to prove that he is not a burden.

"Don't dare!"

"Don't dare, what don't you kid dare!" Zen Jian raised his right hand and waved the silk silk in his hand, and his footsteps continued to move forward.

Look at the silk silk that is a yellow-white handkerchief, embroidered with blooming chrysanthemums, a variety of postures and solemn appearances, strange tight, the nose seems to smell a rich fragrance, elegant and similar to the fresh fragrance of tea, surrounded by pungent nose.

Gu Pan lingers in this poetic and picturesque flower scene, but it can make people feel like in the embroidery picture, and the embroidery pattern can also be so vivid on the handkerchief, which really makes you smack your tongue!

This monk actually has a woman's thing hidden in his body!

"Uncle Shi, give it back to me!" Yuankong's voice was very low, he trotted over, reached out to grab the things in his hand, and then ran to the left of Zen Jianyi, and then ran to the right to grab it, but he couldn't get it again and again.

"You kid, red dust, beware of confusion and misguide. Zen Jian grabbed it and whispered: "The abbot knows that it is indispensable to be punished, can I sell it to you?"

"How much?" Yuankong lowered his voice, stretched out his index finger and put it on his lips to make a boo, he was like a child who had eaten something bad, holding back his grievances, and said, "The merit box is all Buddha's!"

"I don't want money!" Zen Jian shook his head and smiled.

"Then what do you want, Uncle Shi, I don't have anything of value!" Monk Yuankong leaned his right hand to his lips, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and he was confused, and his hand was about to reach into his mouth.

"A hair!"

The monk of Yuankong was very surprised, and touched his head, where is there a slippery one!?

"Little bald man, you wait for me, I'll go and worship my master and leave!" Zen Jian took the handkerchief into his arms and walked in the direction of the Buddha figure.

"Oh. Yuankong knew that his uncle had a free and easy-going personality, and he would definitely not go to report to the first seat of the Discipline Hall, and he was waiting for his uncle there, looking at the figure leaving.

In the blink of an eye, the Zen sword line to the Buddha map, the stupa of many stars is standing here, how many Buddhist relics are hidden here, the Zen sword is full of awe, and goes straight to the only meditation room here.

Entering the house, but saw an old monk closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures, holding a rosary in his left hand, knocking on the wooden fish with his right hand, making a "dong dong" sound, the old monk was the Fankong Zen master who preached the scriptures in the Daxiong Treasure Hall that day.

"Master!" Zen Jian said with his hands folded.

"Did the host let you go down the mountain?" Fankong was not chanting, he opened his eyes and looked at his disciple, and when he got up from the futon, the Zen sword was quick and helped the old Zen master up.

"Well, I came here to say goodbye to my master. Zen Jian lowered his head.

Zen Jian helped Fankong to lean over on the table behind him, Fankong Zen Master fiddled with a clay Arhat, there were eighteen clay Arhats on the table with different postures, some with beards, some fan, some with their backs facing the sky, some closed their eyes to recuperate, some sat cross-legged, and naughty in teasing monkeys to play, etc., lifelike.

"When the blood moon is in the sky, the evil forces are descending on the earth, and the righteous path is probably about to fall into a crisis!" said the last few words of Zen Master Fankong.

"Master, what do you know about the Blood Moon?"

"Since the Qingyang Master ascended to the immortal, the Demon Sect has been dominated by four major factions, namely the Chaos of the World, the Muddy Goddess, the Nine Domes of the Luo, and the Beacon Flame of the World, although they are all very strong, but they have all been hit hard by the Qingyang Master, and it is an indisputable fact that the strongest Chaos of the World's Destruction Dao was ambushed by the Qingyang Master, the Lord of the Muddy Realm Qin Jue was burned in the Buddha Map, and the Nine Domes Luo Lingyi died in Dayu Mountain, only this beacon fire escaped a catastrophe, and the Lord of the World, the gods, and the seven protectors are nowhere to be found.

It is not known whether the other demon cults have never appeared in Kyushu for a long time and are not sophisticated, or whether there are amazing people who have created new cults by geniuses. There is little record of the blood moon, but I have heard that the Wanjuan Pavilion of the Great Pole Gate contains a name and a poem number. ”

"What's the person's name?"

"Lord of the East Pole. ”

"The poem?"

"Heaven has always been overwhelming, but I am obsessed with it. Fankong's lips trembled slightly: "If you want to know more about the Blood Moon, I'm afraid you have to go to the Dao Gate Supreme Great Extreme Gate!"

"This time I went down the mountain, and the host's advice was to bring my senior brother Huikong back, and there was no matter of tracking down the blood moon. When Zen Jian heard this, his face was surprised, what kind of ability did the Lord of the East Pole dare to say such nonsense.

"I'm afraid that the situation is chaotic, the world is disturbed, deceitful, and treacherous, and in the end, I can't help myself. ”

"The master doesn't have to worry too much, the blood moon may also be a temporary phenomenon, don't worry about it, if there is anything unusual, just like when the three decent factions joined forces to deal with Lingyi. "Zen sword.

"The mountain man doesn't understand how to count the nails, and a leaf falls to know the autumn of the world. In addition to justice, there are many evil forces in this world that are very powerful, which are greater than the Lingyi of a hundred years ago, and we don't know it. "Zen Master Fankong looked at the Buddha figure he was guarding in confusion.

Speaking of this, Zen Jianyi suddenly remembered that Lingyi had come to ask about Liantai's intercession, and his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

"Seeing that your brows are twisted so closely, what is there to worry about, why don't you say it?" said the Zen master of Fankong, with his eyebrows fluttering.

"Why didn't you ask here that Liantai Mountain killed Lingyi, and the tiger returned to the mountain, and finally ended up with my Buddhist monks and Dajimen immortals buried in Dayu Mountain. Zen Jian buried the question in his heart for a long time, and he wanted to ask his master but didn't dare to ask, and finally said it.

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and the Buddha does not indulge in the power of life and death. "Brahman Kong knew that his disciple Zen Jian had always been jealous and hateful, and he hated demons and evil ways.

"To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself. Zen Jian was entangled in his heart, although he admired Lingyi, but since ancient times, good and evil have not been separated, and he still said it after all.

"What is the way of justice in your heart, and what should you do about it?"

"Justice requires a process of practice, and it is also the result of desire. "Zen sword.

"What kind of process, what kind of result?"

"Righteousness, sitting upright, doing no evil, doing all good, not words but deeds; eliminating all evils, eradicating evil cults, restoring innocence to the world, doing evil deeds, and sweeping away the injustices in the world is justice. ”

"The world is dangerous, there are many disasters, is it a cure, is it a punishment, is it a forgiveness, is it a killing, how to judge?" Van Kong asked.

"No matter what the means, stopping the other party is the only goal, if there is any room, you can block it, if there is no place to turn around, then use violence to counter violence, and kill to stop killing!"

"Amitabha, countering violence with violence, stopping killing with killing, killing karma is creating karma! Defeating the enemy may be justice, but killing them all is nothing but revenge. When Fankong heard this, he was shocked, and his apprentice was very murderous.

"Since you have already taken action, why should you be merciful, you must eradicate the roots of the grass, so as to prevent future troubles, and the thunderbolt method is to eliminate the evil. Otherwise, Master Fanzhu would not end his fate like this, and he would definitely be able to ascend to heaven and fly to immortals!"

"There are thousands of people, demons, demons, ghosts, and monsters in the world, and perhaps many should have died, and many should have died. Heaven is still indecisive, what kind of judgment can we make? Do not easily judge the life and death of all things, whether good or bad, even the wisest people can hardly grasp the life and death of others, and it is difficult to foresee all the future outcomes. Perhaps your momentary softness of compassion can change the fate of many.

At the beginning, Lingyi had to ask the lotus platform, and Fanzhu was born with the heart of the Bodhisattva to let Lingyi go, and finally killed her in Dayu Mountain It was a last resort. Zen Master Fankong showed compassion on his face and said eloquently.

After hearing this, Zen Jianyi was also covered by clouds and mountains in his heart, and subconsciously knelt on the ground: "Master, the disciple is ignorant." ”

"Be careful when you go down the mountain, whether it is a thunderbolt or a bodhisattva's heart, you have to think twice!"

Zen Master Fankong sat back on the futon, closed his eyes and twisted beads, chanted and knocked on the wooden fish, without any expression, very much like a living Buddha. Zen Jianyi felt uneasy in his heart, but the master's teachings were deeply rooted in his heart, and he slowly got up and withdrew from the room.

"This is going down the mountain, why don't you go back to the meditation room to get your sword?" Yuankong stepped forward to follow Zen Jianyi, who had just come out of the meditation room, and didn't see anything unusual about him, sticking to him, trying to find a chance to get his handkerchief back.

"Amitabha!"

"When you encounter a monster, it doesn't work?"

"Then drop you out and feed it. ”

"Uncle Shi, you must like it very much to see that you are a tendon and meat monster, chewy!" Yuankong reached out to pinch the muscles on the arm of the Zen sword.

"People are old, old bacon is not fragrant, small fresh meat is the king!"

The Yuankong monk pinched his bones again and said, "I don't have any oil and water on me, the monsters will dislike it!"

The master and nephew walked one after the other along the stone steps to the outside of the Big Buddha Temple.