Mirroring the changes

"Brother... you are possessed by a demon."

Master Huizhuo did not respond, but kept his hands together. But strangely, he no longer looked compassionate.

His eyebrows and eyes were drooping like a silent statue, but there was an inexplicable coldness in his eyes.

"Amitabha."

"Who else is living in the world?"

The voice echoed in the winding secret cave, and the originally unknown darkness seeped out layers of loneliness.

It instantly drowned the three monks named Hui.

"It seems that the disaster in Shasheng Temple is related to Brother."

The voice of Huise was like his Dharma name, full of bitterness and sadness.

The other two Zen masters, Huiming and Huian, trembled when they heard the words.

On the contrary, Master Huizhuo did not move at all, perhaps because Huise had revealed his true identity, or perhaps because he felt guilty.

"Junior brother, you should have been the one who went to the Great Leiyin Temple to attend the 'Auspicious Dharma Assembly'."

"Your Zen heart is the most determined among the four of us."

The Master Huizhuo finally raised his head, his eyes entangled with nostalgia and regret.

It was because of that 'Auspicious Dharma Assembly' that he was seriously injured, and then he chose to embark on another path.

A path that turned away from the Killing Temple.

If it was Master Huizhuo who went at that time, perhaps the ending would be different.

But there is no if now.

The Killing Temple... is too weak after all.

It is so weak that it can only be a tool, barely a handy tool.

The candlelight in the cave flickered, and the four old monks vaguely occupied the four positions.

I didn't expect that after so many years of not seeing each other, we were already tit-for-tat when we met again.

With the help of the firelight, the three monks with the word Hui saw the 'Xuan Niao' pattern engraved on the Huizhuo cloak.

It is the mysterious organization mentioned by the Buddhist son.

The 'Xuan Qin Sect' established by the old party of Xuan Shang!

"It seems that Senior Brother is already a member of the Xuanqin Sect."

"Chirp chirp~"

A bird cry echoed in the secret cave, mixed with the cry of "Buddha~ Dharma~ Monk~".

Every member of the Xuanqin Sect has a spiritual bird.

The spiritual bird of Zen Master Huizhuo is the 'Three Treasures Bird'.

Red lips, bare feet, sea blue feathers, beautiful but not gaudy or delicate.

This bird is very good at flying, and its cry is similar to 'Buddha, Dharma and Monk', so it is called the Three Treasures Bird.

The Three Treasures Bird landed on Huizhuo and whispered in his ear.

Huizhuo seemed to understand what it said, his face turned slightly pale, and there was a bit more regret in his eyes.

"The Xuanqin came to the world, and the Shang Dynasty was reincarnated."

"The world will be in chaos, and the dynasty will change. This is a time of great contention. The Killing Temple has been lonely for too long, and it's time to re-enter the game."

His voice was very heavy, and it seemed to be a bit more indifferent than before.

Master Huise glanced at the Three Treasures Bird, wondering what information it had just brought that could have directly changed Huizhuo’s attitude.

"Brother, a thousand years ago, the Killing Temple destroyed the Red Sky Demon Emperor and helped the Great Zhou stabilize the country. Since then, it has been involved in the game."

Huise shook his head: "The Killing Temple is far away in the southern border. It seems to be involved in the game, but in fact, it was out of the game four hundred years ago when the Killing Temple had its first catastrophe."

Master Huise also shook his head: "Brother, we are all monks. It is a good thing for me to be out of the game."

Hearing this, Huise sneered: "Brother, you are too naive."

"The general trend is not in my favor, and its dusk is near."

"As for the current situation, although the Killing Temple is deep in the southern border, it is also attacked by powerful enemies. At the moment of life and death, how can we talk about the emergence of Zen?"

Master Huise's eyebrows were low, but he did not agree: "Brother, entering the game means chaos, and a chaotic situation means Zen is far away."

"Since you have entered the Xuanqin Sect, you are like a drop of water entering a whirlpool. Everything will be out of your control and you can't control it."

After saying this, Master Huise paused slightly.

After a long time, he sighed: "What a helpless person..."

"Brother, I know I can't convince you anyway."

"We have to re-position ourselves."

Master Huise didn't say anything, but the eyes of Huiming and Hui'an fell on him.

"Brother, do you have to do this?"

Master Hui'an said bitterly. He always respected the brother in front of him and didn't want to be his enemy unless it was necessary.

Master Huiming was the same. When he entered Hui'an, he was supported by Master Huizhuo. Now he has to confront him head-on, and he really doesn't know how to deal with it.

Master Huizhuo looked at the three monks, and his eyes gradually became cold from the initial hesitation.

"Three brothers... it's too late."

"What do you mean?"

The three elders were secretly shocked.

They immediately thought of the Buddhist son Lichen who was supporting himself outside.

"Brother! The Buddha is the hope of the Killing Temple! You..."

"It's too late. That little guy will die today."

As soon as these words came out, the three elders were immediately horrified. It turned out that the reason why Huizhuo had been talking to them for so long was to delay time!

In a hurry, Master Huise directly swung out a big Sumeru Mountain Palm.

The palm power was magnificent and the speed was extremely fast. It came to Master Huizhuo's face in an instant.

However, this palm was just a false move to confuse the enemy. After hitting it, he didn't even look at it and directly moved towards the direction of the cave entrance.

But Master Huizhuo seemed to have seen through his thoughts. He turned his body and reflected a dirty blood sea around him, blocking the cave entrance at once.

"Blood sea Dharma!"

The three monks all felt depressed and summoned their own Dharma images.

The Dharma image of Master Huise is a Mount Xumi, the Dharma image of Master Huiming is a red sun, and the Dharma image of Master Hui'an is a shadow.

Mount Xumi, red sun, shadow, dirty blood sea.

Instantly, the whole cave was enveloped by four Dharma images.

But in comparison, no matter how wide or deep, the dirty blood sea is more stable than the other three Dharma images.

"Amitabha."

"Three junior brothers, I will not let you go out to die."

...

Slaughtering Temple.

The demon's arm was sealed by Li Chen.

The sky, which was originally wrapped in demonic energy, finally gradually dissipated at this time.

The sun passed through the haze and fell on the ruins. It was no longer possible to see which temple the scattered bricks and tiles came from.

The thousand-year-old temple of Killing Temple is now nothing but rubble in front of him.

Li Chen, who was already exhausted, looked at all this with mixed feelings in his heart.

Buddha said that losing is gaining.

But losing is losing, even if you gain, it is no longer what you once had.

"Maybe this is reincarnation."

Buddhism has reincarnation, Taoism has yin and yang.

Regardless of reincarnation or yin and yang, both have a common feature, that is, everything in this world is changing.

There is no eternal change, only eternal change.

Thinking of this, Li Chen was suddenly stunned, and the traces left by Master Bukong under the Bukong waterfall were reflected in his heart.

Rules are a kind of shackles.

Zen is.

Longevity is.

Thousand-year-old temples are also.

All practice or evolution is just a process of making rules and breaking them.

And this is the way of heaven.

Rules above rules.

The light is warm and the wind is rippling.

Li Chen looked at the ruined Shasheng Temple in front of him, as if he was looking at a prisoner who had broken his shackles.