painting robbery

The world has not yet turned from darkness to light, and the two sects gathered in front of the Wuliang Buddhist Temple are fully prepared.

The two parties agreed that there would be three people from each sect, the tantra would have the head of the Heavenly Tribe, the Dragon Tribe, and the Yasha Tribe with Xuehai Buddha's heart, and the Buddha Kingdom would have the abbot, the head of the practice, and the head of the Dharma propagation bring the reincarnated saint son, and exchange face-to-face.The other eight tribes and Buddhist monks all retreated a hundred steps away, standing on the periphery and waiting quietly.

The surrounding fields were silent, and the last light in the distance was quietly extinguished under the night sky.

Then the sky began to be polished inch by inch, the pitch black turned into dark blue, and the dark blue turned into light blue. When the first ray of morning light pierced the sky like the sound of Buddha, the three people from the Buddhist kingdom appeared with the reincarnated holy son, and the three people from the Tantric sect brought the Xuehai Buddha heart appears!

The crowd gathered silently, each occupying half of it, forming a large circle around the periphery.

The head of the Tianbu tribe is the head of the eight tribes. Last night, after dealing with the funeral of Shizun, Xingye rushed over and said with palms together: "Abbot, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Monk Shangcheng nodded: "The radical is polite."

After a sentence, the two sides stopped talking, the abbot led the reincarnated holy son forward, and the head of the Tianbu radical brought Xue Haifo heart forward.

Countless eyes stared at the two people in the field.

Four steps, three steps, two steps.

When the two sides were two steps away from each other, the monk Shangcheng took the hand of the reincarnated holy son, and put the immature palm of the seven-year-old child on the heart of Xuehai Buddha.

At this moment, the breeze blows.

At this moment, the Buddha's voice pierced through my ears.

At this moment, the celestial girl flies.

At this moment, the light is born from the eyes, and the light is born from the heart. When the earnestness and kindness of countless ancestors are ringing in the ears, and when the magic law of the thousands of whirling worlds is at your fingertips, no one doubts it. This is true and true. The vision of Xuehai Buddha's heart opening!

The heartstrings of both parties were loosened, Yan Zhenci stood outside the circle, watching the exchange of things between the immeasurable Buddha Kingdom and Tantric Buddhism, Xuehai Buddha's heart returned to the Infinite Buddha Kingdom, and the reincarnated saint son returned to Tantric Buddhism.

Afterwards, the holy monk Dharma of Esoteric Buddhism became the holy monk Dharma again. The dragon and yaksha radicals each held a gift box and handed them to the head of practice and the head of propagating Dharma next to Monk Shangcheng. One of the gift boxes was The holy fire elixir formula that can revive people who died within ten breaths, and the other is the fruit of the nine-aperture pomegranate fruit that can make people who are born stubborn and stupid open their spiritual wisdom.

These two gifts were extraordinary, and when they received them, the two Chiefs couldn't help being moved.

The tense atmosphere at the scene suddenly relaxed, and the monks from the two sides joined together again to say goodbye, and then they each held holy objects and slowly separated.

Among the crowd, Yan Zhenci, who had been watching everything in front of him, heaved a sigh of relief.He took advantage of the fact that everyone had just acted, and when there was slight confusion, he mixed into the Tantric formation from the immeasurable Buddha country formation, and found the original sound flow.

Everyone in the audience was standing, but Yuan Yinliu was the only one sitting.

Everyone in the audience was tense and ready to go, but the original sound stream was surrounded by beauties, talking and laughing happily.

Words of envy: "The young master is living a really good life."

Yuan Yinliu let out a long sigh: "Hey, who made your young master so cute that everyone loves him, and he is treated warmly wherever he goes?"

Seriously: "How do you see things? Will they fight again?"

The original sound flow exclaimed: "You really have a seamless transition between the two personalities!" Then also switched personalities, "I don't think there is any problem, isn't this all over?"

Looking left and right, sure enough, both parties have already left. The people of the immeasurable Buddha Kingdom are slowly walking towards the interior of the Buddha Kingdom, and the eight tribes of Tantric Buddhism are also quickly packing up. Only carrying Buyu, the reincarnated son, he rushed away directly with the secret method, and he refused to delay for a breath.

There was no one else around the two of them, and they said in a deep voice: "I will catch up with them secretly to see, maybe I will linger in the Tantric School for a while, until Wuyu passes the test of Kaihui in the Tantric School."

Yuan Yinliu said: "Okay, you go, I will go on an adventure and then go back to the kingdom of immeasurable Buddhas to borrow Xuehai Buddha's heart."

Confused by words: "What kind of danger is it to explore?"

Original sound stream reminder: "You dug a tunnel before."

Words: "So?"

The original sound flow slowly said: "Isn't there another tunnel in the tunnel?"

Yan Zhenci didn't know what to say for a while, and finally he could only say slowly, "You go, I'm leaving." After finishing speaking, he handed the magic soldier in his hand to Yuanyinliu, and said, "Give me the magic soldier fragments You, when you went to the abbot to borrow Xuehai Buddha's heart, you took a photo of it together to see if there is anything unusual."

Yuan Yinliu agreed: "No problem."

In the Wuliang Buddhist Temple, the monk Shangcheng summoned the monks to show the Xuehai Buddha's heart that had returned to the Buddhist temple in the eyes of the monks in the temple, and then let them return to their respective positions.Then, he called Wuzhi who was sitting beside him, and took Wuzhi to his bedroom.

The bedroom of Master Jian Gongyan is simple and elegant, but there is always a bit of elegance in the details; the bedroom of Monk Shangcheng in the Infinite Buddha Kingdom has a bed and pillows, all of which are ordinary, except for a few Buddhist utensils. Being caressed by the master every day, he has become miraculous.

When he came to the house, Monk Shangcheng stretched out his hand to touch the top of Wuzhi's head, and sighed softly.He opened the mechanism in the house, only to see a dark tunnel suddenly appear in the house.

Wuzhi wondered, "Abbot, this is?"

Monk Shangcheng didn't answer, he led Wuzhi away and walked down the stairs.

The surrounding light is getting darker and darker, and the steps under the feet are getting deeper and deeper.

They passed one step after another, and the voice of the monk Shangcheng resounded in the silence: "Wuzhi, have you ever complained that the Buddha Kingdom didn't know the truth, and gave everything that belongs to you to your brother?"

Wuzhi said, "No, mine belongs to brother."

In this quietness and confinement, the clear voice of a child ripples back and forth, as clear as water.

Monk Shangcheng said: "The heart of innocence is like a child, unstained by dust. Therefore, it can open the heart of Xuehai Buddha, the fruit of light. But the heart of innocence is not eternal. The innocent heart is often stained with dust. Whenever this happens, the innocent person can no longer open the Xuehai Buddha heart."

"Since the ancestors of the Buddhist temple discovered this matter, they have thought about it for a long time and finally found a solution.

"Wuzhi, when one day, your life is placed with the lives of more people, what choice do you make?

"When one day, the life without desire is placed with the lives of more people, what choice do you make?"

"Wuzhi," Shangcheng monk said finally, "you are a disciple of Buddha, you should not give birth to evil thoughts in your heart."

They came to an end.

At the end of the road are two stone chambers, one large and one small.

In the large stone room stood Buddha statues, carved pillars, and placed confessions. On the confessions, the heart of Xuehai Buddha shone faintly.The stone door of the small stone room was closed tightly, but now the stone door slid open, revealing the contents inside.

It was a stone room with many shelves and many warm jade boxes on the shelves.The candles were lit, and the jade box exuded a faint light in the stone room. At first glance, it looked solemn and solemn.But when you look closely, the jade box is illuminated by flames, and the contents in the box are faintly reflected on the wall. It is... an indescribable decayed and limp object, dispersed in the jade box, like mud, and you can even smell it if you sniff it carefully. Rotten air.

When Wuzhi looked through the jade box to see the contents clearly, an old hand pressed his vest, spewing out his inner strength, breaking his heart veins.

The sound of meridian tearing resounded in the body, the pain was not severe, it was blunt like being punched by a fist.

He opened his mouth, but no sound could come out.He then smiled, and the smile was reflected by the bronze mirror facing the stone gate, and there was a trace of strangeness hidden in the strangeness.

Monk Shangcheng saw this smile in the mirror, and the fog and the sharp sword rose in his mind at the same time, and then the sharp sword pierced through the fog, making him suddenly realize something, and he lost his voice: "You are——"

This sound did not finish, and there was another voice behind him, and the voice echoed and overlapped in the narrow tunnel, making it distorted:

"Oh, I seem to have seen something I shouldn't have seen..."

Monk Shangcheng pushed Wuzhi away by mistake.He was flustered and turned around suddenly. When he turned around, he didn't see the person who made the sound. When he pushed the person down, he accidentally saw the child's smile before he died.

The weirdness in that smile has disappeared, and what remains on the child's face at this moment is only peace, the peace that contains all wisdom and light.

It seems that for him, this is not death, but eternal escape from the sea of ​​suffering, all perfect reincarnation.

But this usually makes Shangcheng monk happy and happy, and at this moment, it comforts Shangcheng monk half a point!

The surrounding darkness continued to surge, and the Buddha's heart in front of him was overshadowed.

The heart of the Buddha who can see through everything in the world seems to have failed at this moment. Monk Shangcheng is in this familiar tunnel, but he feels that everything is unfamiliar. , Burning heart and mind!

At this moment, Monk Shangcheng was extremely confused, and another thought became more and more persistent: he wanted to escape from purgatory and break the cage!

He raised his hand from the darkness!

The moment he raised his hand, the original sound came out from the darkness.

The person who came out was dressed in white clothes, and the clothes were covered with gold stars, which made the surrounding darkness disperse like a tide.He also held a bamboo silk fan in his hand, with ivory bones and clouds on the fan surface, soft and gorgeous even in the dark.

Yuan Yinliu stood in front of Monk Shangcheng, he moved his hands, shook the fan, the golden dots on his sleeves fluttered, the streamer of light swirled on the surface of the fan, and he chanted with a smile:

"Why is the abbot so panicked? Could it be that he found that he mistakenly mistook desirelessness for ignorance?"

"Why is the abbot facing such a great enemy? Could it be that he intends to silence people who shouldn't be here?

"Is the abbot still thinking about how to catch up with Tantra, set things right, and kill Wuzhi again?"

The three questions were deafening, Hong Zhong was stunned, and the monk Shangcheng woke up with a single thought. His ignorant heart suddenly became clear, and he abruptly withdrew the palm force he extended, and the inner force recoiled against the body. In an instant, the scars were all over, and at this moment, there was a "beeping" sound, and it shattered immediately!

The Buddha's heart was broken, and Monk Shangcheng's complexion turned from blue to white.He lowered his head and fixedly looked at Wuyu lying at his feet, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

In the underground palace, Yuan Yinliu stood quietly, the bamboo silk fan opened and closed at his fingertips, the halo flashed on and off, like the Buddha lamp in the sea of ​​mind, appearing and disappearing.

Monk Shangcheng let out a sigh of relief: "How did the west building find the underground palace of the Buddha Kingdom?"

Yuan Yinliu smiled lightly: "This is as early as I expected."

Monk Shangcheng thought about it for a while, and suddenly said: "Could it be that the tunnel in the underground palace was dug out when the former benefactor dug the tunnel? And Xilou likes to explore, so he went to have a look after everything is over?"

Yuan Yinliu let out a long sigh: "Abbot, what's the point of our conversation like this? If all this is just a coincidence, how can I highlight my reputation in the original Xilou? Naturally, it was my ingenuity to lure you all into the game without making a fuss. "

Monk Shangcheng smiled slightly.After that painstaking effort, his face aged rapidly in just a few words, and his voice was quite slow and tired. He just said calmly: "The benefactor dug a tunnel to save Wuyu, and Wuyu eliminated the catastrophe of the people, but The excavation of the tunnel has exposed the top secrets of the Buddhist kingdom... But in the final analysis, if the Buddhist kingdom does not hide secrets, how can it be exposed? It can be seen that the cause and effect of the three generations will not be lost."

"Xilou saw that the old man mistaken Wuyu for ignorance and killed Wuyu. He should be able to guess the secret deeply buried in the Buddhist kingdom: the heart of Wugou is indeed the only way to open the heart of Xuehai Buddha. But Xuehai Haifo's heart needs and only needs a pure heart. Therefore, only the heart... is fine."

Master Shangcheng sighed softly.

All the past flashed through his mind like a piece of auspicious light. He entered the school for the first time, became the abbot, knew the secret of Xuehai Buddha's heart... accepted Wugou Xin as an apprentice...

If people want to understand, all the Buddhas of the three times should contemplate the nature of the dharma world, and everything is created only by the mind.

"Yuan Xilou," Monk Shangcheng said suddenly, "I want to ask about Xilou."

"The abbot can talk about it first." Yuan Yinliu didn't take it all in, "If the abbot wants me to kill myself to keep the secrets of the Buddhist kingdom, forgive me for not being a disciple of the Buddhist kingdom or a Bodhisattva."

Monk Shangcheng smiled: "Bodhisattvas are afraid of the cause, and all living beings are afraid of the fruit. I can't respect the cause, I can't bear the fruit, and I'm not a Bodhisattva. But this is what I asked Xilou for. I asked Xilou to be an infinite Buddha. The country keeps the secret of Xuehai Buddha's heart..."