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Master Wu'an and Master Wuhui got anxious and roared, "Wukong, are you trying to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor?"

Although the old monk sweeping the floor has reached his twilight years, he is still the uncle of the three of them.

At the beginning, because of an unforgivable mistake, he was abolished and imprisoned in the Sutra Pavilion for more than [-] years.

All of these people's work is to organize these scriptures, and they never leave the scripture storage cabinet for half a step.

The Sutra Pavilion was also kept in perfect order by him, spotless.

Everyone said that he had sincerely repented, and even the old abbot had allowed him to come back, but he never wanted to leave the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

He said that the Sutra Pavilion is the place where he will die, and it is also a place to cultivate his mind and nature.

He is a useless person, there is no better place than the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Perhaps because of this, many disciples did not respect him.

Although temples are said to be clean places, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, where there are struggles and intrigues.

Temples are no exception. Some disciples with good qualifications often have the opportunity to come to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion,

In their haughty eyes, there was no respect for this senior who had been abolished in martial arts.

Many people even rolled their eyes at him and shouted at him.

Some people are extremely disdainful,

After all, he is a person who made a mistake and lost his martial arts.

Only those who have no anger and no wisdom respect him and respect him as an elder.

Perhaps this is the true cultivation of a person.

Master Wukong is usually high-sounding and dignified, but at this moment he has revealed his true colors.

He sneered and said, "What is it to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor? Is he, a useless person, worthy of being my ancestor?"

"Who doesn't know that he is the most useless person in the temple, only you idiots think he is an uncle."

"He's just a trash whose martial arts have been abolished!"

The monk who swept the floor didn't answer, but just lowered his head, looking like he would kill him if he stretched his neck.

Master Wukong and the others saw it and were very anxious.

"Wukong, it's useless for you to practice for decades, to be a teacher for a day, and to be a father for a lifetime."

"Although the uncle made a mistake back then and his skills were crippled, he will always be our uncle. How could you treat him like this?"

Master Wukong sneered, "Since you take this useless man as your uncle, then step down for me."

Master Wuhui is straightforward and stubborn, so he stared at him, "Wu Kong, you've gone too far! Let go of Uncle Shi, what's coming to me!"

If it wasn't for the anti-mouse weapon, he would have rushed over.

The monk who had no choice but to sweep the floor was in his hands, and he didn't want to take his uncle's life by mistake because of his impulsiveness.

Tang Shisanniang said angrily, "This stinky guy has no humanity at all, why don't I poison him to death!"

Qin Mu said, "No! We can't let this old man get hurt."

"Master Wukong, as long as you are willing to let this old man go, we can consider letting you go."

"what?"

Tang Shisanniang and others were all shocked that Qin Mu agreed to let Master Wukong go?
He was the mastermind who framed Qin Mu.

Tang Shisanniang said, "Are you insane? Wu Kong is a bastard who is restless and kind, and framed you in a cruel and unrighteous situation, and you actually agreed to let him go?"

"Did you forget that he is the lackey of Shifang Tiandi?"

Qin Mu said proudly, "Why should I pay attention to a mere defeated general? As long as this old man is fine, I can kill him again next time."

Master Wu'an and others looked at Qin Mu together, and said gratefully, "Benefactor Qin, you are truly a living Bodhisattva, I am very grateful."

Qin Mu waved his hands, glared at Master Wukong and said, "Go, I will keep my word."

The monk sweeping the floor instinctively looked up at Qin Mu, a complicated expression flashed in his old eyes.

Master Wukong took a look at the injured Xuejian, and snorted coldly, "Hmph, don't play with me like this, I won't be fooled by you."

He stared coldly at the monk sweeping the floor, "Useless old thing, I didn't expect you to have such a great use. I'm sorry, but I have to trouble you to give us a ride!"

"Blood Sword, let's go!"

Behind the temple is Siguo Cliff. If you want to cross Siguo Cliff, there is only one iron cable that can pass.

The distance between the two sides is more than a hundred meters?
It is impossible for ordinary masters to fly over the distance of hundreds of meters. Master Wukong took the sweeping monk to the edge of the cliff, and the old monk looked at the words Siguoya, his expression became a little dazed.

Master Wukong pushed him, and said fiercely, "What are you looking at? Useless old thing, haven't you stayed enough?"

"If they dare to come over, I will push you down!"

Master Wuhui saw how rude he was, and shouted angrily, "Wukong, even if I break this precept today, I will kill you!"

Just about to rush over, he was stopped by Master Wu'an.

With the strength of Master Wuhui, he may not be Wukong's opponent.Not to mention, there are still hostages in his hands.

Qin Mu has been paying attention to Master Wukong's movements.

Although his own strength is not weak, but the opponent has hostages in his hands, and he is old, so he doesn't want to cause tragedy.

Seeing that Master Wukong came to the edge of the cliff, the blood sword was about to pass by on the iron chain.

The monk sweeping the floor shouted, "Amitabha! There is no space, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and you will be right."

"When people think about their mistakes, they must think about their mistakes, change their minds, and start a new life."

"As the abbot of Qianye Temple, you don't want to repent, but instead make things worse, you are really ashamed of my Buddha!"

Everyone was startled, they didn't expect the sweeping monk to be so calm, and he was still persuading Master Wukong to turn around under such circumstances.

Master Wukong roared with anger, "You are a useless person, and you are a guilty body, what qualifications do you have to teach me?"

"So what if the sea of ​​suffering is boundless? I will never look back!"

Master Wukong was also extremely stubborn. If he hadn't been afraid of Qin Mu and others taking the opportunity to attack, he would have slapped this monk-sweeping useless uncle to death.

But the sweeping monk was not afraid at all, he just murmured, "Amitabha!"

Then he even recited the Heart Sutra.

Viewing the Bodhisattva Bodhisattva for a long time, if you practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, you will see that all the five aggregates are empty, and you will endure all hardships.Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing.Sarira is the empty phase of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing.That is why there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance, vision, even unconsciousness, ignorance, and even death without old age. .There is no suffering to destroy the way, no wisdom and no gain, because there is no gain...

For some unknown reason, the old monk was chanting the Heart Sutra, and Master Wukong became more and more annoyed as he listened to it, and finally roared like thunder, "Shut up! Shut up! If you don't shut up, I'll shoot you to death!"

Peng——

Master Wukong screamed hysterically, and slapped the old monk sweeping the floor with his palm.

"don't want--"

Master Wu'an and the others were shocked suddenly, and rushed over together.

Qin Mu also yelled that it was not good, his figure flickered, and he rushed to the edge of the cliff to save people.

Unexpectedly, Master Wukong's slapping palm actually stopped in the air, about ten centimeters away from the sweeping old monk, and he couldn't get down.

An invisible force imprisoned him, and Master Wukong's face changed drastically, terrified, "You—"

"you--"

The old monk who swept the floor slightly closed his eyes, and continued to recite the Heart Sutra, "Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, perception and perception..."

Xue Jian, who had just jumped on the iron chain, heard the scream, turned around suddenly, and——

The sword in his hand strikes out again, a cold light flashes in the void, and he slashes at the old monk sweeping the floor.

The old sweeping monk raised his hand and slapped it——

The blood sword fell directly from the air, and was smashed to the edge of the cliff.

clang--

When the long sword fell to the ground, his eyes were full of surprise.

Master Wukong's legs couldn't bear the huge invisible force, and they slowly bent and infinitely approached the ground.

thump--

Only a loud noise was heard, dust was flying, and Master Wukong had already knelt in front of Siguo Cliff.

A big hand descended from the sky and slapped Master Wukong on the top of his head, his entire body cultivation was destroyed in an instant.