In the sky, the thunder light slowly dissipated, the low black clouds seemed to be vented, the wind gradually stopped, and the thunder slowly stopped. Then, it seemed that the heavens and the earth suddenly returned to calm, the black clouds gradually dispersed, and the sky gradually brightened.

A ray of sunshine, through the dense clouds, shines on the solemn Buddha land in this world, but there is an indescribable tragedy.

A figure fell from mid-air, it was Lin Chen, but at this moment he was covered in blood, half-unconscious, and what supported him was a faint mysterious light, after the pure monk who rushed over caught his body, the faint strange light swayed a few times, and then gently dispersed, and there was no trace of it.

The monks of Fanyin Temple looked motionlessly at the direction where the boy disappeared in the sky, and did not come back to his senses for a long time, people stared at the sky silently, when this victory was in sight, but no one cheered, as if there was a strange feeling, shrouded in everyone's hearts, it seemed that under this battle, even the top of the Buddha and the monks and masters, or the man who held the Xuansha unruly to the sky, even the final life and death of the young man could not see through.

Above Luofu, the blue sky finally slowly recovered its original color, as if it was also showing that the catastrophe of the authentic Fanyin Temple of Buddhism in the world finally came to an end.

The light of the scorching sun sprinkled all over the earth, and also shone on the stone statue of the Buddha, the tallest in the world.

Although the Buddha's face is destroyed, he is still compassionate, and he has 84,000 eons of suffering in the sea of red dust and suffering.

Countless monks and disciples were in awe, burst into tears, and bowed to the Buddha to hug the dust, expressing their most pious and sincere hearts.

However, a slight but shocking cracking sound suddenly came from the other side of the cloudy sky, and countless people were stunned, looking at it from a distance, and suddenly someone screamed, the voice was eager and panicked, as if they had seen the most terrible thing in their lives.

I saw the right hand of the Buddha stone statue holding flowers, suddenly broken at the wrist, it seemed to fall from the high air at a slow speed, but the momentum was mighty, startled everything, chaotic spring rain, I don't know how long it took, it fell to the ground, and there was a huge earth-shattering sound.

The entire land of Luofu suddenly trembled slightly, and between the four hundred and eighty temples, countless people were at a loss and dumbfounded.

As if in response to the previous wishes, after a while, the compassionate and funny face of the Buddha stone statue began to collapse, and the rocks continued to fall, and the earthquake trembled more and more, and the huge rocks on the Buddha's body began to peel off, and then the speed of collapse gradually accelerated.

Luofu Mountain continued to sound the sound of thunder, countless smoke and dust rose to the sky, flying sand and stones, even the wind and rain could not be extinguished in a short time, the vibration momentum of the top of the mountain, even spread to the temples and pagodas between the mountains of Luofu.

Countless boulders that have been weathered by wind and frost, rolling down towards the mountain, the momentum is like thousands of troops, and it is like the sea flowing backwards, roaring the world, making people feel frightened, along the mountain, rushing and rolling towards the temples and towers of Fanyin Temple.

In an instant, the riot spread like it could spread, quickly spreading throughout the 480 temples of Luofu, and countless people screamed in horror, or supported their injured companions, or flew with magic weapons, making a mess.

In the tremor sound of countless landslides and ground cracks, I only saw the falling stone of the collapse and collapse of the big Buddha in the world, flying around, easily smashing the ancient temple wall, crushing the peach blossoms all over the mountain, smashing the green bell and the bell, for a while, the Luofu bell that had been Zen was far away, and it had knocked on the Luofu bell for many years in the world, turning into a tragic and sad sound.

I just don't know, if Qingzhong has a spirit, who is he crying for at this moment?

The spring rain is silent, bleak and cold, and the Buddha collapses with sound, thrilling.

In the continuous rumbling sound, the relics Buddha gradually collapsed, and the remaining remnants of the mountain, the smoke and dust in the sky were gradually extinguished by the rain.

I don't know how long it took, the world finally calmed down, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the people who retreated to the Buddha field of the sea of clouds in the small Sumeru Mountain, the panic gradually calmed down, and the heart palpitated, and when they looked back, they saw that more than half of the Buddha halls and temples were crushed into pieces of ruins by the ridiculous and respectable bluestone boulders that still had a faint residual Buddha light.

Almost all of them took a long time to wake up from the shock, their faces were pale, their eyes were sad and angry, some wanted to scream in despair, some wanted to cry loudly, but they couldn't say a word, it turned out that unconsciously, their faces had already stiffened.

It seems that at this moment, there can only be silence, and only silence.

Fanyin Temple, the oldest Buddhist sect in the world, this holy place of Buddhism that everyone in the world admires, has suffered unprecedented damage, the green mountains are damaged, the peach blossoms are fragrant, the temple tower collapses, the monks in the temple have been killed and injured countless times, and the Buddhist Bodhisattva accumulated for thousands of years is only in the blink of an eye, and the stone statue of the Buddha that they have been worshiping has been smashed to pieces.

How many years ago, Fanyin Temple moved the world because of a person's fame, and after a hundred years, Fanyin Temple suffered heavy losses because of the same person, and the Buddha was completely destroyed.

How many years ago, there was only one broken temple on Luofu Mountain, and how many years later, Luofu Mountain was full of broken temples.

In the middle of heaven's will, whether it is reincarnation or fate, who knows?

"Amitabha, Sin, Sin, ......"

In mid-air, the master of burning suffering looked at the monks and disciples who were lying in the spring rain without power, looked at the broken pagoda of the ruined temple that could no longer see the solemnity of the past, and chanted a Buddha call in a low voice, and there was no sadness or joy in the old face, and there was no emotion in the voice, but everyone knew that there was no one in the world who was more sad and painful than this old man who had been in charge of the Luofu Fanyin Temple for 862 years.

Therefore, Jingchen, who was holding the old man, did not speak, the other three masters did not speak, the senior brother Jingkong did not speak, and several other second-generation disciples also did not speak, except for the young man who was unable to sit on the sword.

He looked at the old man's long gray beard and gray face, smiled hard, and said, "The Sanskrit sound is still there, the Buddha's heart is still there, why should the abbot be sad." ”

Master Burning Bitterness was silent, and after a long time, he shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Over the years, the old man has listened to Zen and chanted Buddha, and he has no quarrel for half a lifetime, and he has a hidden heart, but he can't let the Fanyin Temple house be in this worldly name, he is right, the people who really can't let go are us." ”

Everyone's hearts moved slightly, their faces changed, and their eyes were full of tears, and they said in a low voice: "Master, don't say that, the ancestral foundation has been passed down for thousands of years, although it is a thing outside the body, how can it be easily abandoned, and finally it has reached our generation, if it is not for Master, your old man to preside over the overall situation, how can my Fanyin Temple be as immobile as a mountain in the past countless winds and waves, and it will be prosperous for a long time." ”

Master Burning Bitterness looked up at the sky, only to see that the sky was transparent, there was no trace of evil breath, the white clouds were fluttering, after the great sorrow, that piece of boundless blue sky, like an upside-down deep sea, was so clear that it was almost pure, he looked at it for a long time, as if to see whose figure came from it, and finally let out a sigh of relief: "Mention is self-cultivation, let go is the cultivation of the mind, for the teacher in this life, there is nothing to see, to say worry, I can't rest assured, is to be in vain." ”

Jingchen was stunned, a little dazed, but his heart seemed to be moved, and he was a little stupid, and the others looked at each other silently, silent.

Master Burning Bitterness combined, looked deeply at everyone, and said slowly: "Luofu has been inherited from generation to generation, destroyed overnight, although it is not the fault of the old man, but the matter has come to this, I am the presiding abbot can not escape the blame, the old man is determined to resign from the abbot's position, in order to atone for my sins, the presiding officer of the Fanyin Temple, in the future, it will be temporarily taken over by the younger brother of the burning martyrdom, if my disciple Jingchen he cultivates the great virtue one day, the abbot's position, will be officially succeeded by Jingchen." The old man has made up his mind, and there is no need to persuade him. ”

Everyone's faces changed greatly, looking at each other, only the other three masters were silent, and after a while, the face of the burning master was sad, his head was closed, and his voice was low: "Amitabha, follow the abbot's decree." ”

"Amitabha, we will follow the abbot's decree. Master Huiyuan also whispered, and although Master Zhiguang did not speak, a serious look also appeared on his face.

Suddenly hearing Master's words, Jingchen's face turned pale, and he grabbed Master's sleeve tightly, and when he knelt down in the air, he exclaimed: "Master, how can you, how can you say this, it's not your fault, how can we leave you in Fanyin Temple now, not to mention that the disciple hasn't listened enough to your old man's teachings......"

"Idiot, don't you understand, there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed. Master Burning Bitter smiled slightly and said lightly.

"Master......" Jingchen's body shook violently, and he looked at the compassionate face of his master and his calm gaze in a daze, and suddenly understood something, his eyes were sour, and a line of tears flowed down on the spot.

Master Burning Bitterness shook his head with a smile, looking at the apprentice kneeling in front of him, a trace of gentleness appeared on his face. He reached out and gently stroked the top of Jingchen's head, and said a word in a low voice.

Jingchen's body trembled slightly, and then he couldn't help crying anymore.

Silently looking at this sad scene, Jingming and the other second-generation disciples looked at the gloomy faces of their respective masters, as if they suddenly understood something, tears flashed in their eyes, and their hearts were extremely heavy.

Master Burning Bitterness sighed lowly, patted Jingchen's shoulder, and then his eyes fell on Lin Chen, seeing that the young man was also staring at him silently, he smiled: "Little donor, do you still have any doubts in your heart?"

Lin Chen's lips moved slightly, he wanted to speak and stopped, and after a moment of silence, his face finally turned slightly solemn, his eyes were a little confused, and he said quietly: "Dare to ask the master, is he dying because of me, or is he killed by me, or is he finally enlightened and gone, and no longer belongs to this mortal world?"

"The donor already has the answer in his heart, so why is he asking?" Master Burning Bitterness looked at him deeply and shook his head slightly.

Lin Chen took a deep breath and stopped talking, he raised his head and quietly looked up at the heavenly firmament, his eyes moved slightly, and occasionally flashed a complex and incomprehensible look, and finally pressed into his deep heart.

The road ahead is bright or dark, and how to go, the world is changeable, creation is unpredictable, who can really distinguish between right and wrong in black and white?

In the clouds, the wind has dispersed, the rain has stopped, and many clouds have quietly drifted by.

A ruined temple and chaotic mountains all around, white clouds and dogs, always call the vicissitudes of the world, and it is difficult to see a happy face.