"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where is the dust. ”

This sentence is a profound verse of Buddhism, and it is widely spread. But there are very few who can truly understand. At this time, this sentence sounded in the ears of the three people who were carrying the long sword, which naturally surprised the three of them.

"This monk is so strange, why are you telling us this?" said the woman, puzzled.

"Buddha follows fate, don't mention this matter in the future, everything is fate!" said a man.

However, a trace of jealousy can be seen in his eyes.

............

There was no word all night, and before dawn on the second day, the Heavenly Sword Sect was already enveloped in a sad aura.

Lanterns were hung on both sides of the sect's entrance, and nine of them were connected together on one side, suggesting that ninety-nine would be one. Walking inside, everything is decorated with white cloth.

Passing through the front hall, three coffins are placed in the apse. In front of the coffin, there were three spirit tablets with the names of Cao Long and the other two elders written on them.

A woman knelt on top of the mourning hall, slowly burning some paper money and other objects.

In fact, there were no corpses in the coffin, some were just clothes.

The Great Elder of Sword Dust did not appear, and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were all standing on both sides of the Spirit Hall with grief and indignation. There was no crying, all feelings were suppressed.

Jian Wuxin was also standing on the side of the mourning hall, his eyes red.

"Cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals! Cultivating against the sky, as long as there is no catastrophe and ascension, fate is uncontrollable. Look a little away, and you can go further. Lin Yun came behind Jian Wuxin and spoke.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fall so soon, there's a lot of work to do. Once my sword was not stained with dust, but now it is about to be baptized with blood. Jian Wuxin said.

"Well, whatever you do, I'll support you. It may not be calm today, so let's be careful!" Lin Yun said.

"If someone comes to disturb my teacher's spiritual hall today, then I will use the sword in my hand to kill my own way. Jian Wuxin said with a firm gaze.

Lin Yun nodded, maybe Jian Wuxin really needed a killing to vent the grief and anger in his heart. Just like him in the past, he was too kind and weak.

The real strong people have stepped on the sea of corpses and blood, and have experienced many hardships. But it doesn't mean that killing people is a demon, sometimes they don't kill, but they are demons.

At this moment, suddenly a disciple ran over. He whispered: "Two elders, there is a monk outside, who wants to come in and offer incense to the door master." ”

"Uh~~"

Lin Yun and Jian Wuxin were stunned for a while, and some monks were willing to incense and exceed. Just come in, you don't have to report it!

Seeing their doubts, the man continued: "But... But..."

"Say it, what's going on?" Seeing that this person was speechless for a long time, Lin Yun spoke.

But the monk held a wine gourd in one hand and a chicken leg in the other. What's even more outrageous is that he also wants Elder Lin to greet him in person before he is willing to come in. The disciple said.

This disciple thought that this monk had clearly come to make trouble, and he originally wanted to drive him away. However, Luo Jingshou, who was greeting the guests in the front hall, wanted him to come over and inform some Lin Yun and Jian Wuxin.

Lin Yun was also confused when he heard this, and he definitely didn't have any intersection with the monk. And this monk behaved quite strangely, which made people suspicious.

"Let's go, I'll go and have a look with you, Brother Wuxin will stay here!" Lin Yun said.

Jian Wuxin nodded and said, "Be careful!"

Lin Yun waved his hand, signaling that it was okay, and then walked out with the disciple.

............

In the front hall of the Heavenly Sword Gate, Luo Jingshou looked at the person in front of him with a smile. And there are a lot of people around, all of whom are very curious.

Although the person in front of him is dressed like a monk, he also looks solemn. But the state of drinking wine and eating meat is really flattering.

"Elder Lin is here, Elder Lin is here. Someone said in a loud voice.

The others also turned around and found Lin Yun walking slowly. A white shirt with a white monkey sitting on his shoulder.

The monk who drank wine and ate meat naturally discovered Lin Yun. After taking a big sip of wine, he reluctantly stuffed the wine gourd and hung it around his waist. The chicken leg was also wrapped in a piece of oiled paper by him and put it in his arms.

After the monk put away the wine and meat, he looked at Lin Yun, and Lin Yun naturally looked at the monk as well.

Judging from his appearance alone, the monk's age should not be very large. He was wearing a yellow robe and a pair of Buddhist cloth shoes on his feet. As for cultivation, Lin Yun didn't see it, but there was a faint sense of danger. Looking closely, you can see a trace of Buddha's light enveloping this person.

However, because of the obscurity, not many people can see it.

Luo Jingshou walked a few steps to Lin Yun's side and briefly explained the matter. Lin Yun nodded slightly, motioning for him to greet the others.

"In Xia Lin Yun, I don't know what to call Master?" Lin Yun came to the monk's approach and said.

"Lord Lin is polite, the poor monk's name is Juekong!" said the monk.

The monk's words startled the people around him to open their mouths wide, if this person did not lie, then he was extremely high in the Buddhist path. However, such a young monk with the word "Jue" was heard of for the first time by everyone present.

Lin Yun was naturally surprised, and said: "Today is the day of my Heavenly Sword Gate's great funeral, Master Juekong has come from afar, and I invite you to enter the apse to rest for a while. ”

"There's no need to rest, the poor monk is just passing by. I heard that the Heavenly Sword Gate had suffered such a catastrophe, so I came here today and prepared to chant the sutra to surpass the soul. Monk Juekong said.

The people around him laughed loudly, and the wine and meat did not leave the wine and meat when the monk first came. Although it looks like the Dharma is profound, it doesn't make a good impression on everyone after all.

Others sneered, but Lin Yun was amazed in his heart. From the words of Monk Juekong, he felt a trace of sincerity. And he doesn't care if the other party drinks and eats meat, because there are some things that can't be seen on the surface.

On the contrary, in Buddhism, there are some monks with great wisdom, and there are many people who do not pay attention to these false rituals.

"Then there is Master Lao Juekong, please inside!" Lin Yun said very politely, and stretched out his hand to guide Monk Juekong.

In the stunned eyes of a group of people, Lin Yun and Monk Juekong walked towards the apse.

The atmosphere in the apse was much more mournful than in the front hall, and all the disciples who came to the Heavenly Sword Gate were wearing linen and filial piety, standing on both sides of the mourning hall.

And the people who came to mourn were also very solemn and did not have the slightest disrespect. It can be seen that the reputation of Tianjianmen and Cao Longfei is still very good.

Monk Juekong was also dignified at this time, with his hands folded and the Buddha's name, and walked step by step to the mourning hall.

Just as Juekong walked past Jian Wuxin's side, he actually stopped and took a look.

Jian Wuxin naturally discovered the Juekong monk who came with Lin Yun, so he didn't slack off. Immediately, he folded his hands and bowed to Monk Juekong.

Juekong nodded, raised his feet and entered the mourning hall.

Above the mourning hall, there are not too many people. There were several disciples standing around to protect the spirits, and a woman knelt on the ground burning paper money.

This woman is the junior sister of Jian Wuxin, whom Lin Yun saved that day, and is also Cao Longfei's daughter. When the woman saw Lin Yun and a monk coming in, she also got up and wanted to greet her.

"Little girl Cao Biyun, meet Elder Lin and Master. ”

Lin Yun just nodded, while Monk Juekong said.

"Lord Cao is polite, and the poor monks are here to chant the scriptures. ”

"Biyun thanked Master!" Cao Biyun bowed and said.

Then the monk Juekong sat on the ground on the lower side of the coffin in the mourning hall, and with a gesture of his hands, a wooden mallet and a wooden fish appeared in his hands.

The wooden fish struck by the mallet in his hand, his eyes were slightly closed, and his mouth was full of transcendent scriptures.

Lin Yun stood behind him and looked at Monk Juekong. At the moment when the wooden fish was knocked, Lin Yun's heart moved.

"This person is already in the realm of the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and he didn't find it just now, so there should be some treasure to protect the body. At this time, the excesses also briefly made the body protection treasure lose its effect. Lin Yun said to himself.

Now he felt more and more that this monk was mysterious, and that he was reciting transcendent scriptures. He obviously felt that the Dharma of Monk Juekong was definitely not low.

Of course, the Dharma here does not refer to cultivation, but to the understanding of the Buddha.

The Buddha talks about fate, and all living beings can be disciples of the Buddha. But if you don't have enough understanding, you can only be an ordinary monk in your life.

As the sound of the wooden fish spread, all the people who kept the spirit felt a lot more relaxed in their hearts.

In this case, it was naturally treated by Lin Yun, and now he is finally relieved by Monk Juekong. Slowly close your eyes and feel the wonder of the transcendent scriptures.

And the sword outside the door is heartless, and the feeling is the most profound. He even had the feeling that this transcendent scripture was not transcending the soul, but rather transcending him, the surviving person.

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The arrival of the monk Juekong seemed to be a farce.

But at the foot of the mountain of the Heavenly Sword Gate, there were two men and a woman who were also walking towards the sect of the Heavenly Sword Gate. The three of them were all swords tied to their backs, and they did not cast spells to fly up the mountain, but walked step by step very respectfully.

The three of them had just reached the halfway point of the mountain, when suddenly a group of people flew over their heads. The speed is also very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it is in front of the sect of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"It seems that the Heavenly Sword Sect will not be able to Nanning today!" said one person.

"Hey, our Shushan Sword Sect hasn't come down the mountain for a long time, so these people dare to bully the Xia Sect at will. Another said.

The Shushan Sword Sect is a very powerful sect in the immortal cultivation world, and it is as famous as the Shangqing Palace. But as a sword cultivator, he used to often send some disciples down the mountain to do some chivalrous deeds.

However, in recent decades, few people from the Shushan Sword Sect have gone down the mountain. No one knows the specific reason, but it makes the lower sect that followed the Shushan Sword Sect in the past often bullied by other sects.

Just as the three of them were discussing, in front of the Heavenly Sword Sect's sect, someone said loudly.

"Xuanyin Sect, Fire God Sect, Styx Sect, what are you doing here? Our Heavenly Sword Sect, you are not welcome, please go back!"

"Disciples who don't follow the rules, we will naturally come to mourn the master of Caomen. Hurry up and inform your new door master and come out to meet us and others. Chen Zhonggui said with a smile.

"It turned out to be a person from the three sects, and the disciples below were not sensible, and they were offended. However, my Heavenly Sword Sect is in a big funeral today, and it is inconvenient to receive you. Please come back!" Luo Jingshou walked out and said.

"Hmph, boy, I'm going to go in today, what can you be me?" said Chen Zhonggui and wanted to leave.

"Take a step forward and die! If you really want to mourn, kneel down outside the sect and kowtow three times, and then you can get out." ”