Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 385

  Xuankong Temple itself is a sect like a Buddhist kingdom. Except for practicing the temple, it belongs to the earth, and it is mostly the place where believers live.

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

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

  One old and one young and two bald heads sit side by side-meditate against the moonlight.

  Only one bald head is clean and shiny, and the other bald head is somewhat dirty and unsightly.

  And the eyes of the two monks were extremely wide open, and there was no sign of meditation towards the Buddha.

  The old face is withered and yellow, so naturally he is the monk of Kujue.

  Anyone who knows him knows that he has always been reluctant to stay in the main temple of the Xuankong Temple, but he wanders around at every turn, without seeing people all year round. And every time he returned to the Xuankong Temple, a small temple randomly built on this nameless hill was his most frequent resting place.

   "Hey." After a long silence, Monk Kujue sighed, "I don't know how your Junior Brother Jingshen is in Linzi."

  The young monk Jingli said in a dull voice: "Linzi is not a place with blessed fate. Junior brothers must suffer in those pink skulls."

  Kujue monk coughed: "Yes! Although your Junior Brother Jingshen has the roots of wisdom, the blessing is not as good as you!"

Monk Jingli sat on the hill with his master. There was no clean cushion, but the monk's clothes were very cool when the wind blows. He said with joy, "Master, don't test it again. I will bring my brother back earlier and enjoy the blessing together!"

   "..." The yellow-faced old monk said shamelessly: "This still depends on the fate. The time has not arrived, and the time has arrived. Only when he is lost can he know how to return, so that the master can take him back to the mountain gate."

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

   "This is the secret." Kujue shook his head with a serious face: "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 it were my poor net goose disciple, it would be nice to be alive..."

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

   annoyed and said: "What's wrong with you?"

   Monk Jingli said with a little cringe: "Brother Jinghai said, I don’t have any brother Jinggo at all, it's all made up by you."

   Kujue's eyes widened: "What nonsense! Your brother Jing'e, commonly known as Zuo Guanglie, was born in the famous Zuo clan of Chu State. When he was alive, he didn't know how prestigious he was, so how could there be fakes?"

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

   Kujue was about to get angry. After thinking about it, he suppressed it and asked, "What else did he say?"

Jing Li scratched his bald head, feeling uneasy, but after all he did not dare to lie to Master: "Brother Jing Hai also said that you had to accept Zuo Guanglie as a disciple at the beginning, gave him a sign, and ran to block his door. Zuo Guanglie summoned a bunch of strong men over, and almost let you confess that you were in Chu State! Said that you later escaped in a desperate manner..."

   "He knows what a fart!" Kujue stood up, furious, and the broken monk's clothes hunted under the moon.

   Jingli curled his neck and said: "He said that the uncle suffering from the sick told him."

  "Bitter illness knows what a fart!" Kujue continued to curse.

   "The Abbot and Uncle said..."

   "The abbot knows something... the abbot only knows something!"

   Jingli curled his neck and finished speaking: "The abbot and uncle said, if I hear the master curse, I will plug my ears."

   Kujue Ye said to him: "Who do you listen to?"

  "Who is listening to whom."

   bitterly nodded: "There is a root of wisdom."

   After that, he suddenly sighed again: "If Jing Go is not my destined disciple, how can I find you Jingshen Junior Brother through his remnant aura?"

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

   "You can no longer gather souls. Otherwise, you should let your brothers meet..."

   Jingli lowered his eyebrows, and felt a little sad: "Then Brother Jing'e really got started?"

  "I haven't had time to go through the scene!" Kujue said with no anger: "But people in my generation of spiritual practice care about those vulgar manners? It is you who made your uncle stodgy and want a name in everything. Otherwise..."

  Otherwise, he didn't say anything.

  Is it really possible to go to Qin because of life and death on the battlefield? In the name of a master who has not yet started?

  Not to mention whether it was a death hunt. In fact, even though he unilaterally confirmed Zuo Guanglie as his destined disciple through the secret method, Zuo Guanglie never paid attention to him. Even so tired of being entangled, he directly gathered a group of masters and chased him out of the Chu Realm...

  There was a long silence on the hill.

   "What happened?" Kujue asked suddenly.

  He asked about the follow-up of the chat between Jing Li and the suffering disciple Jing Hai.

  There is a tacit understanding between the master and the apprentice.

   Seeing that the master's mood seemed to improve, Jingli grinned: "When he goes back, put him in a grind bag and knock him with a stick."

   Painfully nodded and praised: "Good apprentice!"

  ……

  But said that in the former site of Kurongyuan, the sound of Buddha's horn in Jiang Wang's ear became clearer and clearer.

  But Chongxuan Sheng and Shisi beside him could not hear anything.

   Jiang Wang pressed the sword's hand and gradually released it. At a loss, he began to walk around, turning left and right.

  Chong Xuan Sheng and the fourteen unidentified circumstances, did not dare to interrupt for a while, had to follow closely.

  This situation is weird.

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

  But his consciousness is actually very clear, he is thinking, but is not aware of the movement of the body.

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

  After the Xuankong Temple felt hard to admit disciples, in order to know himself and the enemy, Jiang Wangdor also added some knowledge of the Buddhism family.

   Such as "Amitabha Buddha", he certainly would not ignore it.

  According to the Mahayana Sutra, in the long past, Amitabha established the western world of bliss, and the breadth of sentient beings is boundless.

  The disciples of the Buddhist family practiced asceticism all their lives, mostly to enter the world of bliss, to rebirth bliss, which shows this Buddha's deity.

  The voice was distinctly indistinct and ethereal, but it reached the ears, but it became louder and louder.

  Like Hong Zhongda Lu, shock the body and mind.

  At this time, for some reason, Jiang Yan also remained silent.

  Jiang Wang walked in the ruins, but he was completely ignorant.

  I don’t know when, he felt a faint dislike for himself in his heart, and felt that he had done a lot of evil.

   bear the brunt of killing evil.

  The faces of the people who have been killed and the people who died because of him are turned before their eyes.

   "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, it is as before. Jiang Wang! I will kill you!" It was Xi Zichu.

  ……

   "Wait to the age of the white bones, I will definitely entertain you." It is a snake-bone face.

   "Who's tiger, want to pick the head of the veteran!" It is Ji Cheng!

  ……

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

  ……

  There are still 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 vibrated and finally converged into one sentence——

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

  (End of this chapter)