"There are many people in the world who have joined the Devil. Do you think this is enough to make me, the president of Commandment Yard, leave Xuankong Temple? There is only one reason for me to leave Xuankong Temple. "
Master Boshu's Dharma Idol was majestic. He looked at Ning Que and shouted, "I want to see if you are the Son of Yama! You are cruel, cruel, and have joined the Devil. If you are the Son of Yama, even the Headmaster will not protect you! "
Ning Que stared at the monk's gem-like eyes and was silent for a long time.
Last winter, he had announced his identity in front of the world in front of the Chang 'an Palace. Even earlier, when the Tang military found out about his relationship with the General's Mansion, there was a rumor in the world.
The rumor said that the Great Divine Priest of Light had already seen that Ning Que was the legendary Son of Yama 16 years ago. Quni Madi had also mentioned this before.
Ning Que had been nervous and confused because of this rumor, but gradually relaxed after the Headmaster's explanation. Furthermore, with the Academy behind him, no one dared to mention this rumor in front of him.
Ning Que did not care that Quni Madi had mentioned it before, because he knew that it was the old nun's way of venting her anger and shame. It did not affect him at all. However, Master Boshu's words now made him a little fearful.
Master Boshu came from Xuankong Temple and was not an ignorant child. He could not publicly accuse a disciple of the Academy of being the Son of Yama just based on rumors. It was undoubtedly the most serious accusation in the world.
There was another important reason that made Ning Que nervous. It was the warning sign he had felt when he saw the Buddhist chariot on Tile Mountain. Until now, he still did not know what the warning was referring to. Could it be this accusation?
"Is this the typical process of a righteous sect seeking a righteous cause for a personal grudge?"
Ning Que looked at Master Boshu and said mockingly, "I am very glad that the Academy is one of the famous sects in the world. If I was really an ordinary cultivator, wouldn't I be framed to the point where not even a speck of dust would be left?
Master Boshu said, "I say that you are the Son of Yama. Naturally, I have proof."
Ning Que said, "I am very curious. What proof do you speak of?"
He could not be truly curious. Until today, he was still the first suspect in the world to be the Son of Yama. The second suspect, Prince Long Qing, had already disappeared into the Wilderness.
However, at this moment, he could not show any nervousness.
Master Boshu looked at him quietly and took out a copper bell from his sleeve.
The bell was of a common copper color, but its design was somewhat unique. It was round and broad, and looked more like a small bell.
Master Qishan looked at the bell and his expression changed. He shouted, "Baoshu! Put that bell down! "
Obviously, Baoshu had no respect for his Uncle Master today. He looked at Ning Que indifferently and held the copper bell in his right hand. He said, "This bell is called Yue Lan, also known as the Cleansing Bell."
Looking at this copper bell, Cheng Ziqing remembered that his Senior Brother had once mentioned a certain Buddhist celestial device. His pupils shrank and he said in disbelief, "Is this the legendary Yue laan Bell?"
When Master Dongming saw the bell, he had already guessed it. When he heard the name of the bell, he was shocked and speechless. Quni Madi was surprised and delighted.
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The autumn wind blew in from outside the hall and caressed the copper bell between his fingers, making a crisp sound. The sound of the bell was crisp, but there was absolutely no coldness in it. It sounded extremely gentle and compassionate.
The moment the bell rang, Ning Que remembered that a few days ago on the mountain road of Wa Mountain, the bell had sounded before the Buddhist chariot had arrived. At that time, the kingfishers had jumped to welcome it. It was an extraordinary scene.
He frowned slightly, feeling that something troublesome was about to happen.
Master Boshu held the copper bell between his fingers and said benevolently, "The Yue Lan flower grows in the Far West Pure Land and is the best at suppressing evil. The copper used to make this bell was nurtured in the Yue Lan flower field for tens of thousands of years and was the purest. It was then cast into a bell and cultivated with Buddha in the world for countless years.
Ning Que looked at the copper bell between Master Boshu's fingers and suddenly said, "From your introduction and everyone's reaction, I can roughly guess that you are going to say that this copper bell can find the whereabouts of the Son of Yama."
Master Boshu said solemnly, "That's right."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "If this copper bell is really so useful, why would the West-Hill Divine Palace kill so many people in order to find the Son of Yama? Why would the Great Divine Priest of Light be imprisoned for more than a decade?"
Master Boshu said, "That is because the Son of Yama had just descended and had not yet awakened."
Ning Que asked, "Then how do you know that the Son of Yama has awakened?"
Master Boshu said, "The awakening of the Son of Yama is a natural omen. Otherwise, why would the Divine Priest of Light break out of Peach Mountain and go to Chang 'an to find you?"
Ning Que said, "You are talking. Who knows if the bell in your hand is the legendary Yue laan Bell? Perhaps you picked it up in one of the meditation rooms in the temple. Return it quickly. Otherwise, when the old monk in the meditation room wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that the copper bell on his belt is gone, he will be scared to death. "
This was a joke, a joke that was extremely disrespectful to the Buddhism Sect and blasphemous to the Lanke Temple. However, no one in the temple laughed. The expressions on everyone's faces became more and more complicated.
Master Boshu looked at him and said, "If it is just an ordinary copper bell, why don't you listen to it?"
Ning Que said, "Why should I listen to it? Don't you think it looks stupid? "
Master Boshu said calmly, "If the bell has no effect on you, then you are naturally not the Son of Yama. When the time comes, the Xuankong Temple will naturally clear your name."
Ning Que smiled and shook his head. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and looked at him seriously. "This is the treasure of the Academy, the Tianluo Handkerchief. It can subdue all evil in the world. Now, I suspect that the Buddha is the Son of Yama. Do you want to dig out his ashes and let me fan him with this handkerchief?"
Master Boshu ignored his vicious mockery and said, "I can let you try."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I do not suspect that you are the Son of Yama. I suspect the Buddha."
Master Boshu suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Thirteen, you are afraid."
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It was not fear, but vigilance. It was the vigilance and uneasiness of the Buddhist chariot when he heard the bell on the mountain path.
Ning Que said to himself in his heart. Then, he had to admit that he was indeed afraid. The rumor that he was the Son of Yama was his biggest fear.
He glanced at Sangsang.
Master Boshu said in a low voice, "You want to leave?"
Just as Ning Que was about to retort, he suddenly heard a very tired and soft voice.
"Don't let the copper bell ring."
He could tell that it was Master Qishan's voice and his body stiffened.
Master Qishan sat on the futon with his body hunched. His dry lips moved slightly and his voice was only audible to Ning Que. "Even if you kill Boshu, don't let the copper bell ring."
Ning Que felt a chill. The bell must be extraordinary to make Master Qishan so nervous. Most importantly, he remembered the conversation he had with the master that night by the stream.
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"So … the prerequisite to saving the world is to kill the Son of Yama?"
"There are other ways besides killing him."
"What ways?"
"For example, let him cultivate in Buddhism and then be purified by light?"
"Master … why do I feel like you are talking about me?"
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Was he really the Son of Yama? Ning Que was still bickering with Boshu with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his heart. It was cold and even a little dazed.
He looked at Master Boshu and asked, "Since you can determine who the Son of Yama is by ringing the bell, why didn't you ring it for the past few days? Why did you wait until now to ring it?"
Master Boshu said, "The bell is a Buddha's ritual implement. There are strict conditions to use it. The listener needs to be within a certain distance from the bell, and the listener needs to chant scriptures to clear their minds."
Ning Que said, "Then you can't do anything to me as long as I stay away from the bell."
Master Boshu said, "If you don't dare to listen, it is also a form of proof. Besides, can you walk out of the Lanke Temple today?"
Ning Que suddenly laughed and said, "Is that so? I'd like to see who dares to stop me. "
After saying this, he put his hands behind his back, feeling very carefree and at ease.
In fact, he was preparing to receive something.
Sangsang, who was blocked by his body, took off the arrow box and prepared to assemble the bow.
"Of course, in order to clear the suspicion of the Academy, I am willing to listen."
Ning Que looked at Boshu and said with a smile, "Master, please chant scriptures to clear your mind. I really want to know what is so strange about this bell."
He was already prepared.
In the next moment, Sangsang handed the iron bow to him and shot at Boshu. Perhaps one or two arrows would not kill him. He would shoot all thirteen iron arrows and then escape the Lanke Temple with Sangsang, never to return.
At this moment, Master Boshu seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. He smiled and said, "Even though I did not practice Silent Meditation with Qi Nian, I know some ways of chanting in silence."
Hearing this, Ning Que's heart tightened.
The so-called chanting in silence naturally meant that one did not need to chant scriptures to be effective. While he was multitasking, Master Boshu might have already silently read the scripture to open the bell in his heart.
Ning Que knew that he had to move.
Before the iron bow was handed to him, he could only hold the hilt of his knife.
With a flick of his wrist, the heavy podao with Haotian's Divine Light slashed at Master Boshu.
At the same time, he stretched out his left index finger and drew a sharp line in the air in front of him.
Master Boshu's expression did not change. He put his left hand together and a strong Buddhist aura formed a vague giant handprint in front of him. It grasped the terrifying knife momentum.
The knife momentum was broken again, and the giant handprint disappeared.
However, the small bronze bell in Master Boshu's right hand had already begun to shake gently.
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The crisp sound of a bell rang out in the hall.
It was different from the bell that had rung on the mountain path.
It was the same compassion, but it was not gentle. Instead, it was full of majesty, as if it could suppress all evil in the world.
The bell rang out of the temple and throughout the entire Lanke Temple.
There were seventeen ancient bells in the Lanke Temple. They were either in the pavilions, behind the temple, under the corridors, or beside the plum trees.
These seventeen ancient bells rang almost at the same time.
The deep and bright bell rang out between the eaves of the yellow temple.
But it could not cover the crisp and indifferent bell.
The bell rang again, and the bell gradually flew away.
It flew all the way to the peak of Tile Mountain.
The stone statue of Buddha was quiet in the clouds, and a solemn Light of Buddha gradually appeared.
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(Chapter Six ends! I'm going to write some more and count it in the first update. I have many things to do today, and I'm so sleepy that I'm worried I won't be able to write.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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