Heart Survey

Chapter 385
The Hanging Temple itself is a sect like a Buddhist country. Apart from the practice of the temple, it is mostly a place where believers live.

It is the temples in various places that are responsible for maintaining orderly production and sheltering believers.Equivalent to the general government.

At this time, on an unnamed hill in the domain.

One old and one young two bald heads sitting side by side - facing the moonlight, meditating.

It's just that one bald head is clean and shiny, and the other bald head is dirty and not very beautiful.

And the eyes of the two monks were wide open, and there was no intention to meditate towards the Buddha.

The old face is withered and yellow, and it is naturally a monk of bitterness.

Anyone who knows him knows that he has always been unwilling to stay in the main temple of the Hanging Kong Temple, but he travels around everywhere and does not see anyone all year round.Every time he returned to the Hanging Temple, a small temple built at random on this unnamed hill was his most frequent resting place.

"Alas." After a long silence, the monk Kujue sighed, "I don't know how your junior brother Jingshen is in Linzi."

The young monk Jingli said in a muffled voice, "Linzi is not a lucky place. Junior and brother must suffer in the midst of those red and pink skeletons."

The monk Kujue coughed: "It is extremely! Although your junior brother Jingshen has a root of wisdom, your luck is not as good as yours!"

Monk Jingli sat down on the hill with his master, not even a clean cushion, but the wind blowing in the monk's clothes was very cool, and he said happily: "Master, don't test again, and bring back the junior and senior brothers earlier, and enjoy the blessings together!"

"..." The yellow-faced old monk said shamelessly: "This still depends on fate. The time has not come, but when the time comes, he will be able to realize his lost way, and the master will take him back to the mountain gate."

Monk Jingli sighed sympathetically: "Junior brother is really pitiful, when will the time come?"

"This is the secret." Kujue shook his head with a serious face: "The Buddha said, don't say it!"

Monk Jingli closed his mouth innocently, as if I would keep a secret.

Looking at this simple disciple, Kujue couldn't help but sighed again.

"If only my poor pure goose disciple was still alive..."

The young monk Jingli had a strange expression on his face.

Anguishly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The monk Jingli said timidly: "Senior brother Jinghai said, I don't have any senior brother Jinge at all, that's all made up by you."

Kujue's eyes widened: "What nonsense! You, Senior Brother Jing'e, whose common name is Zuo Guanglie, was born in the famous Zuo clan in the top of the Chu country. You didn't know how majestic you were when you were alive, so how could it be fake?"

"Uh." Monk Jingli said, "Senior Brother Jinghai said that you didn't teach Zuo Guanglie anything. They are amazing, but they have nothing to do with you."

Kujue was about to get angry, and after thinking for a while, he suppressed it again and asked, "What else did he say?"

Jingli scratched his bald head, feeling uneasy in his heart, but after all he didn't dare to lie to the master: "Senior Brother Jinghai also said that you had to accept Zuo Guanglie as your apprentice, set a name for him, and ran to block his door, but the result was Zuo Guanglie summoned a bunch of strong men to come, and he almost asked you to explain that you were in Chu! Saying that you fled in despair..."

"He knows shit!" Kujue stood up suddenly, furious, the broken monk's clothes rattled under the moon.

Jing Li shrank his neck and said, "He said that Shi Shushu told him the pain."

"Bitterness knows a fart!" Kujue continued to curse.

"The abbot said..."

"The abbot knows something... the abbot only knows a little bit!"

Jingli shrank his neck and finished speaking: "The abbot said that if I hear Master swearing, I will block my ears."

Feeling bitterly at him: "Who do you listen to?"

"Who's listening to whom?"

Kujue nodded: "Have a root of wisdom."

After that, he suddenly sighed again: "If Jing Go was not my destined apprentice, how could I find your junior brother Jing Shen in the dark through the residual spiritual light of his past?"

Speaking of Jing Goose, the yellow-faced old monk had real sadness in his eyes.

"It's because we can't gather souls. Otherwise, we should let your brothers and sisters meet..."

Jingli lowered her eyebrows and squinted, and felt a little sad: "Is Senior Brother Jing'e really getting started?"

"I haven't had time to go through the motions yet!" Kujue said angrily: "But my generation of practitioners care about those vulgar rituals? It's your hard-working master who is old-fashioned and needs a name for everything. Otherwise..."

Otherwise, he didn't say anything.

Could it really be because of life and death on the battlefield, that he could go to Qin State?In the name of a master who "has not yet started"?

Not to mention whether it was courting death, in fact, although he unilaterally determined through a secret method that Zuo Guanglie was his destined disciple, Zuo Guanglie never paid him any attention.He was even annoyed by being harassed, so he gathered a group of masters and chased him out of the Chu realm...

The hill was silent for a long time.

"What happened after that?" Kujue suddenly asked.

What he asked was the follow-up of the chat between Jing Li and the suffering disciple Jing Hai.

There is a tacit understanding between teachers and students.

Seeing that Master seemed to be in a better mood, Jing Li grinned and said, "When he goes back, put him in a grinding bag and hit him with a stick."

Kujue nodded and praised: "Good disciple!"

……

But he said that in the old site of Kurongyuan, the sound of the Buddha's trumpet in Jiang Wang's ears became clearer and clearer.

However, Chong Xuansheng and Shi Shi, who were beside him, could not hear anything.

Jiang Wang's hand on the sword gradually loosened.He started walking in a daze, turning left and right.

Chong Xuansheng and Shi Shi were not aware of the situation, so they did not dare to disturb them for a while, so they had to follow closely.

This situation is very strange.

At this time, Jiang Wang only felt that something was calling him, calling him to approach and explore, and he was just walking in the direction of the call.

But his consciousness was still very clear, he was thinking, but he didn't notice the movement of his body.

If he heard correctly, the name of the Buddha was "Amitabha".

After Xuankong Temple came to the door and forced to accept apprentices, in order to know himself and his enemy, Jiang Wang also made up for some knowledge of the Shi family.

Of course, he will not ignore such honorable positions as "Amitabha".

According to the records of the Mahayana Sutra, Amitabha Buddha established the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss in the past long eons, and the breadth of all beings is boundless.

Most of the disciples of the Buddha's family spent their whole lives in ascetic practice, mostly for the purpose of entering the world of bliss, for the purpose of rebirth in bliss, which shows the deity of the Buddha.

The voice was clearly faint and ethereal, and when it reached his ears, it became more and more grand.

Such as Hong Zhong Da Lu, shocking the body and mind.

At such a time, for some reason, Jiang Yan also kept silent.

Jiang Wang was walking among the ruins, but he was completely ignorant.

I don't know since when, he has a faint disgust towards himself in his heart, feeling that he has made a lot of sins.

Kill the evil first.

The people who have been killed, the people who died because of him, turned their faces one after another.

"We are brothers. Why...why can't you forgive me...once." It was Fang Pengju.

"You...seem to hate me..." It was Hu Shaomeng.

"Everything has been decided, as before. Jiang Wang! I'll kill you!" It was Mo Zichu.

……

"Wait until the age of white bones, I will definitely entertain you." It was the one with the face of the snake bone.

"Who is the tiger who wants to pluck the head of a veteran!" It was Ji Cheng!

……

"That's it, thank you." It was Xu Fang.

……

There are also some vague and indistinct figures, dangling in front of him, also in a trance.

Countless faces approached, countless mouths opened.

The close and noisy voice oscillated and finally merged into one sentence—

"You want to make a contribution...but why am I a yangren?"

(End of this chapter)