"Yu Chengfeng. You deceive people too much, if my master asks you to deal with the people who are blessed by the Buddha, do you dare to go?"

"Amitabha, step aside. Minghui stopped appreciating in a deep voice.

I was so annoyed by the situation in front of me that I never imagined that the situation of victory would turn out like this, and Minghui fought with his life to bring back the evidence in order to protect the reputation of Buddhism. What I didn't expect was that the evidence that Minghui brought back actually showed that the ancestor was protecting Ye Aofeng, which made me feel confused. Now that Minghui has become a lamp in the wind, judging from the breath he emitted, he can't even survive tonight, is it necessary for me to humiliate a dying person again?

"Master Minghui, there are three things I want to ask you, and I hope the master can answer. "I closed my eyes for a long time before I opened them.

"Real person, please speak. Minghui felt the change in my tone and opened her eyes.

"What is the biggest difference between Buddhism and Taoism?" I said the first question, which was actually for everyone present.

"The Buddha is like a loving mother, and the Tao is stricter than the father. Ming Huiyi said succinctly. His analogy is very appropriate, Buddhism is more inclusive, while Taoism is relatively strict, for the disciples who have violated the rules, Buddhism will generally adopt a softer approach, like the cooking head who was once frightened by a poisonous snake and rode on the head of the Bodhisattva, and the Netherworld Zen Temple just drove away the matter, if this matter is placed in the Taoist, it is strange not to beat him half to death.

"Eleven years ago, the poor road drove the soul of the dead to avenge the humiliation, you once said that you and I were old acquaintances, what do you mean by that?" I said, using the art of sound transmission. I was caught by Tang Ping's mother and beaten up for a long time, and afterwards I drove the soul to take revenge but Minghui used the iQue Heavenly Soul to break my exorcism spell, he once said an ambiguous sentence back then, saying that I and he were old acquaintances, although I have not forgotten this matter after more than ten years, and now he is about to die in the west, I must hurry up and ask for clarification.

"The hell soul is like a grain of sand in the Ganges, and Wang's Kun soul is naturally holding the colorful mirror because of you, what does the Bodhisattva mean by this?" Zen Master Minghui replied with a rhetorical question. It was only at this moment that I knew that the real name of the mirror that Wang Yanpei had given in the underworld was called the Echo Mirror.

I frowned and pondered for a moment, still not understanding the hidden mystery in Master Minghui's words, and looked up to ask questions, but found that Master Minghui had closed his eyes and meditated, obviously not accepting my detailed questions again.

"Master, when you sent the soul of your deceased wife to the netherworld, I don't know how you feel now?" I asked the last question. This question is the one I am most concerned about, if Minghui is still as tough, I will make public the old past of Monk Jianzhen and Liu Xiumei in public, so that Jianzhen will be ruined and the Netherworld Zen Temple will lose face.

"Amitabha. Minghui chanted the Buddha's name for a long time, but did not answer.

"Master, Poor Dao is waiting for your answer. I left my seat and stood up and asked loudly, and the last question was undoubtedly the key to Sanshang Jiuhua Mountain. The Bodhisattva gave Wang Yanpei a five-color mirror, and I also gave him the Buddha's heart relics and did not owe each other. Minghui sent my lover's soul, and I must seek justice.

"Amitabha, the matter of Wang's Kun soul, the old man is indeed biased. Zen Master Minghui pondered for a long time, and finally sighed.

What I've been waiting for is Minghui's words, to be able to force this high-ranking monk with colorful qi to say such things, and I have already sought justice for my dead lover.

"The master's Buddhism is profound, and Chengfengzi is greatly admired, and the original intention of this fight is to complement each other, and it is the best result to win or lose. I stood up and saluted Minghui. I can't do too much to be a man, people respect me a foot, and I am a foot away.

"Amitabha, Jianzhen sent the guest to the front of the mountain on behalf of the teacher. Zen Master Minghui turned around and walked down the lotus platform to the temple, followed left and right, and the monks hurriedly followed. The laymen who watched the battle saw that the fighting method was over, and they also dispersed one after another.

"Amitabha, Jianzhen Gong sends the real person who rides the wind and chases the real person. "Jianzhen walked over to us.

"The master stopped, and the poor road was given a small gift, hoping that the master would break off the dust as soon as possible, and be in the right position as soon as possible. "I raised my hand and handed the bones sealed with the spirit of Liu Xiumei's body and the stack of materials to Jianzhen.

Jianzhen hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to take it, wanting to say something but didn't speak.

"Let's go down the mountain. I stood up and waved at the disciples, motioning for everyone to leave and return.

Come down the hill and drive to the guesthouse.

"Xiao Jiu, what's wrong with you?" Murong Chaifeng also saw that my mood had been very low.

"Minghui can't survive tonight, I don't know why my heart is empty. I looked down and saw an open box of cigarettes on the armrest, picked up one and pressed down the window. This time, I have achieved the ultimate goal of Sanshang Jiuhua Mountain, but I don't feel happy at all, I have always wanted to kill Minghui, but I really achieved the goal but I feel uninteresting. At this moment, I finally know why the great man wants his opponent to live far away on an isolated island instead of killing them all, because people need opponents, and it is very boring to have no opponents.

Even so, I don't have any sadness for Minghui, because as Minghui, he once again used me to achieve his goal, and he has a successor, so naturally he has no regrets. Before he died, he paved the way for his apprentice and cleared the obstacles, and his goal was achieved.

"Minghui, don't think about it anymore, what are you going to do with Ye Aofeng's matter?" Murong Chaifeng turned his head to look at the child who was already sleeping in the back seat.

Her action caused me to throw away my cigarette and close the window.

"I can deal with it as I want, and I must avenge the third brother's revenge. I replied with a blank face. Although I don't understand why the ancestor would protect Ye Aofeng, my intention to kill him remains the same.

"There may be another mystery in the matter, don't be in a hurry to do it first. Murong Chaifeng raised his finger and signaled me not to talk nonsense.

"What's the mystery, when the third brother died, Lao Niu and I were all present, and the eighth brother also confirmed that the third brother was captured by that bastard, I don't care who is behind him, I have the ability to take my purple qi again, and Lao Tzu can still kill him with a gun." "The tragic image of the dragon crane wind being pierced through the Tiangang air cavity that suddenly appeared in my mind made me instantly angry and scolded the sky.

"Are you sure that the ancestor is helping him?" Murong Chaifeng glanced at me dissatisfied, "Maybe the ancestor just happened to be passing by." ”

"That's all fooling people's statements, the patriarch's cultivation is only stronger than the Xitian Buddha, will he wander around without anything?" I only feel that everything is so unfair at the moment, Ye Aofeng, the patriarch who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestor, would actually save him, I racked my brains to damage Yangshou and rebuild the Ziyang Temple, and made great contributions to the promotion of the sect, just because I wrote Da Mei'er into the family tree, such a trivial thing, he cut my purple qi, and I almost died in the minefield, what a fuck.

"You impulsively get up and have a virtue with the fourth, by the way, what did the fourth do?" Murong Chaifeng asked casually.

As soon as Murong Chasing the Wind said, I remembered that the Vajra Cannon was still in Kunlun Mountain, and hurriedly stopped the car and tried to use the teleportation technique to pick it up, but I found that the Samadhi aura had subsided, and the fading of the aura was twenty minutes earlier than the previously estimated time, and I realized that the three-day effect of Penglai Jinzhi was calculated from the entrance, not the golden light cover body before the timer.

"What's the matter, where's the fourth?" Murong Chaifeng saw me frowning and stood still, and hurriedly asked.

"Kunlun Mountain is not close to here......