You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

The situation changed dramatically, just overnight.

For other disciples, it was just a matter of waking up, and the sky changed.

Above the Buddhist hall, several beams of light shot into the room, illuminating the dust in the air.

Wuyu knelt on the futon and mourned: "Abbot, the head of the sect, please take back your life!"

There were several disciples kneeling outside the door, and they probably came here for the same thing.

Wuyu weeps blood every word, and mourns in a voice. He starts from the beginning of the millennium foundation, understands it with reason and moves it with emotion, and kneels on the ground to flow with blood and tears.

The head abbot was silent for a long time behind the dark yellow gauze curtain.

Wuyu said: "Since you are interested in Tiaodu, why do you want to let Huiji go, do you know that this will hurt our vitality!"

"Wuyu." The head abbot suddenly called him.

Wu Yu paused with a weeping face.

The abbot's voice was old and heavy: "I'm really old."

"Abbot!" Wuyu called out.

The head abbot said: "With Huiji around for a day, I dare not relax. I don't believe in him. Even if I pass on the throne, he will definitely cause trouble when I die. Why don't I come here and take advantage of it?" As long as I am still alive, put an end to this disaster."

Wuyu said: "Don't talk about life and death anymore, you are a triple golden body, breakthrough and consummation is just around the corner, why do you always say such depressing words!"

The head abbot shook his head slowly, and said with a sigh: "I can't make it."

"Wuyu," he said like an elder persuading his younger generation, "people, you can't do without accepting your fate."

Wuyu looked up at him, tears streaming down his face.

He was also old, and it was only with such great grief and pain that he tore apart his usual expressionless face.

The head abbot said: "Back then, when I went up the mountain for a hundred years, my master also regarded me as having a wonderful foundation. My brothers and sisters all envied me for my magnanimity. Fall behind me."

"But Wuyu, now that I have entered the triple golden body, Huiji is still following me, but we can only go so far."

"I have seen the sky, I have reached the top, and I will never go up."

"The triple golden body is the watershed between man and god," he said. "I have refused to believe it for a hundred years. I asked the Buddha how he could be so cruel. I don't ask him to favor me. I only hope that God will reward me. Practice day and night without stopping for a moment in exchange for one day sitting and turning into a Buddha."

"But He is so cruel that he doesn't even give me a piece of clothing."

This is the Tao that he took his whole life to realize, and it turned out that he will never be able to obtain the Tao in his entire life.

Wuyu called out in a low voice: "Master."

"We are not that person," the head abbot said in a deep voice, "Whether Fulong Mountain is in my hands or in Huiji's hands, it is the same."

Wuyu has followed him since he entered the mountain, and he followed him when the head abbot was not the head abbot, but Kuangming.

At this time, he didn't care about who would hand Fulong Mountain into his hands, but said: "Don't be discouraged, there are few people in the world who can reach your level, as long as you pass this hurdle, you will definitely be the next Buddha. "

The head abbot heard what he didn't say, and looked down at him: "I can't wait anymore."

A person's lifespan will eventually come to an end. If he hasn't made a breakthrough for hundreds of years, he will have a day of old age and a day of death.

The abbot who is in charge never lies, and Wu Yu knew this in his heart. The heart-wrenching pain made him unable to stand upright, so he could only support his body with his arms, lie on the ground, and cry bitterly.

"Master," he called, "Master——"

The head abbot looked at him and said nothing for a long time.

Wuyu said: "The way of heaven is not fair——"

When he was still young, he called Senior Brother Kuangming, but in fact the two were several generations behind.

Kuangming used to be the most proud card of Fulongshan. He admired Kuangming as he admired the golden Buddha statue in the Buddhist temple.

The young man is chivalrous, and he makes friends with Wuduxiong.Liver and gallbladder hole, hair towering.

In a conversation, life and death are the same, and a promise is worth a thousand dollars. ①

He saw with his own eyes that Kuang Ming walked forward step by step, and finally became the head of Fulong Mountain.

The world only takes it for granted, but there is nothing for granted in this world.

None.

He knew that Kuangming was suffering, so he knelt down in front of him and promised to follow him to the death.

With the past unfolded like this, he couldn't see Kuang Ming resigning to his fate, it was as if the ice pick pierced his heart.

Kuang Ming told him, "People, it's impossible not to accept fate." '

He was the first to see it and admit it.

The sword roared to the west wind.I hate climbing mountains and facing water, I send lyres in my hand, and I see them off. ②

No amount of regret is useless.

There was some movement in front of the courtyard.

Qu Conggu was pleasantly surprised, stood up instantly, Cao Gu jumped out of his arms, and ran towards the door together with him.

The door was pushed open from the outside, but a few monks were thrown in first.

Qu Cong paused, and then saw Zhu Jueyun walking in from the outside.

He had a lot of scars on his body, and the white clothes were covered with bloodstains. It seemed that they were only flesh wounds, because he was still standing upright.

Zhu Jueyun asked: "How many people are these?"

Qu Cong took a moment to realize what he said, and looked down at the four monks he had thrown in.

Not a single one.

Qu Conggu said: "Yes."

Zhu Jueyun laughed: "The child is not old, but he can hide it."

He didn't say how he knew it, but said casually, "It's up to you."

Qu Cong didn't move, he said: "If you don't deal with it, then I will come, and you can go back to the room."

Qu Conggu stepped forward and took his hand: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Jueyun was stunned for a moment, then said: "It's nothing."

"Then..." Qu Conggu's anxiety slowly surfaced, "Are you injured? How is the situation outside? Huiji—"

Zhu Jueyun gave him a backhand shake and said, "Everything is going well, you go into the house."

Qu Cong glanced at the monk who had been relieved of his strength, and said in a low voice: "These are nothing, and I haven't been bullied—"

Zhu Jueyun couldn't understand what he was worried about, so he interrupted him directly: "Now I don't need to worry about offending anyone when I do anything."

Qu Cong lost the second half of his sentence.

Zhu Jueyun touched the top of his head, held him in his arms and kissed his forehead with a light smile.

Qu Conggu knew that these monks would not survive.

The windows in the house are wide open, letting in all the sunlight, and letting in all the trees, flowers, birds and cicadas.

Xiao Shizi and Cao Gu sat side by side on the couch obediently, both sitting upright, obedient.

Listening to the sound of fists hitting the flesh behind him, and the muffled groaning of people.

Then there was the sound of the courtyard door opening, and the sound of a body dragging on the ground.

Zhu Jueyun walked out with someone in his arms.

He came back after washing his hands in the yard.

Then as soon as they entered the room, they saw Qu Conggu and Cao Gu staring at the door as if they had stopped.

Zhu Jueyun laughed, "What's the matter?"

Qu Cong looked at him, panicked, and forced himself to be calm: "How is the injury?"

Zhu Jueyun stretched out his arms: "Okay."

As soon as he said this, Qu Conggu threw himself into his arms.

Xiao Shizi had always been afraid, fearing that he would not be able to bear his own weight if he was seriously injured, so he finally felt relieved after hearing this.

Cao Gu jumped to the ground and jumped up to reach Zhu Jueyun's shoulder.

Holding one in each hand, Zhu Jueyun took a deep breath and sighed.

It seems that I have finally found a foothold and can rest for a while.

"Come down," Zhu Jueyun said helplessly after a while, "I can't hold you anymore."

He was really tired, tense all night, exhausted.

When Zhong Wu went down the mountain, he was always memorized.

When Qu Cong stood up, he saw more blood oozing from his body, staining a large area of ​​his clothes red.

The eye sockets also turned red.

Zhu Jueyun took his hand and lay down on the bed, hugged him into his arms and said, "I have to sleep for a while."

Qu Conggu didn't dare to move, he looked up and blinked at him without blinking.

Zhu Jueyun felt sour in his heart, and covered his eyes with his hands: "Don't look, ancestor."

When Qu Conggu's eyelashes touched his palm, he suddenly felt wet.

He reached out and patted Xiao Shizi's back slowly, while protecting his eyes with the other hand.

Qu Conggu was in his arms, weeping silently.

Just for a moment, he stopped immediately, and sucked his nose softly.

Zhu Jueyun said in a low voice, "Sorry for making you worry."

"En." Qu Conggu responded sullenly.

In fact, the sufferers are not necessarily those who go out to fight, but those who are waiting for news at home.

He had no choice but to pray, unable to contribute, unable to feel at ease, anxious and uneasy. He always raised his sword and stood up, and stopped when he reached the door, thinking: Does he want me to go?Will it add to the chaos?

Then he put down his sword again and sat back in the darkness.

Trust doesn't mean that you won't worry. When things really come to an end, you still panic. You always think about the situation over and over again, and you go through any possible results in your head, always worrying: What if?

Zhu Jueyun finally came back, although he was wounded all over, but at least he could see and feel it.

Even if he saw that Zhu Jueyun was injured, it would be nice to think of it first.

No matter what the result is, as long as the person comes back, it's fine, and only when you hold it in your hands can you feel at ease.

In recent days, this small courtyard has become lively out of thin air.

There are always people I don't know come and go, they are respectful, bring soup, water, and fill some decorations that are not needed at all.

Zhu Jueyun used the name of recuperating his wounds to stay here and don't care about anything. If someone came, he would let Qu Conggu go out to deal with it.

Xiao Shizi had never been exposed to these messy things, so he was holding his breath, and he just pretended not to see it.

"The 27th of this month is a good day," said an old monk with a wrinkled face, "what do you think?"

The question here is 'what do you think' is actually asking 'how do you feel when you look at the distance? '

Qu Conggu nodded and said, "I think it's pretty good."

The old monk held the red paper again and said: "These people will come at that time, you should get familiar with them first."

Naturally, this is also the meaning of 'I beg you, let Tiaodu get acquainted quickly, don't know anyone by then'.

What kind of chaos has become in Fulong Mountain? Let a sword cultivator who doesn't understand anything help decide the big event.

The current situation has never been seen in more than 900 years. Everyone is crossing the river by feeling the stones and can only bite the bullet.

Qu Conggu sees that everyone will give face, he is much easier to serve than Tiaodu, so naturally everyone will come to him.

With the matter of the four monks before, he always felt that everyone on this mountain knew about his relationship with Zhu Jueyun. He always felt uncomfortable at first, but after getting in touch with him more, it didn't matter anymore, and he just showed his face. .

Zhu Jueyun had just taken a shower and came out in a cool body, saw him lying on the bed, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Qu Conggu immediately turned around and asked, "Where are you hanging the beads?"

Zhu Jueyun stopped and thought for a while.

Qu Conggu said angrily: "You lost it?!"

"...how is it possible," Zhu Jueyun said, "it seems to be under the pillow?"

Qu Conggu stood on the bed and said, "No! I've searched for it, you can find it for me! Where did you put the hanging beads!"

Zhu Jueyun pressed his hands down to signal him not to get excited, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we can find you."

That day the head abbot handed the hanging beads into his hands, and when he came back he was too tired and didn't know where to put them, and he didn't even think about it afterward.

Qu Conggu was so angry that he was about to explode: "Zhu Jueyun! Do you have the heart? You put such an important thing around! I think you can't find it, what should I do!"

Zhu Jueyun stepped forward and directly lifted him up by hugging the hollow of his leg, and turned over the quilt with one hand.

Qu Conggu fluttered on his shoulder for a long time before he calmed down, dangling on his shoulder.

"Here." Zhu Jueyun gave a low laugh, reached out the hanging beads from the gap in the bed, and hung them on his feet casually.

"Look how amazing you are."

Qu Cong didn't say a word, put away the hanging beads and climbed onto the bed by himself, then went to look up the matter.

Zhu Jueyun was also sitting beside him, teasing him with his hands, but he slapped him away.

"What's this anger?" He asked with a smile.

Qu Conggu said in a flat voice: "No."

Zhu Jueyun deliberately said: "We, Cong Gu, have suffered so much, are you unhappy?"

As soon as he said this, Qu Conggu suddenly felt that he shouldn't be unhappy, because it was not a big deal, so he quickly fell into a kind of embarrassment.

Qu Conggu said again: "No."

This time it was much softer, and I really didn't feel unhappy.