Whether it was the sound of Buddha or thunder, the moment Xu Zhantang mounted the horse, it struck Dustless Mountain, shocking everyone.
The peace and tranquility of Dustless Mountain was instantly swept away.
The birds in the mountain flew up in panic, the beasts howled and ran. A nameless gale suddenly appeared, pressing down on the green mountain.
After comforting the frightened girl, Xu Zhantang jumped off the horse, frowning as he examined Dustless Temple at the top of the mountain.
The entire mountain moved, only Dustless Temple remained dustless.
Very strange.
So he thought, turned the horse around, and patted the horse's rump. After watching the girl go down the mountain, he walked up.
The path up the mountain was not difficult. The white walls of the temple could not affect Xu Zhantang at all. He silently pushed open the temple door and saw three people and a horse. He looked down and saw a pool of blood at Xie Tian's feet. His pupils shrank.
Didn't they want to be apprenticed? Didn't they want to heal? Why were the three silent? Why did Xie Tian vomit blood?
Very strange.
But he did not dare to say anything, and did not dare to do anything. He could only stare at the strange scene.
Because this was Dustless Temple. One word or action might stain this place with dust.
Xie Tian's black and white eyes gradually turned red, like when he saw Xie Shuai at Yin Shen Peak. Wen Shui thought so. That feeling of heartache grew in his heart.
He never would have thought that Dustless's third condition was to abolish Xie Tian's cultivation.
This condition was no different than killing Xie Tian.
Because Xie Tian had nothing, only cultivation!
Because Xie Tian had nothing, only a blood feud carved into his bones!
Because Xie Tian had nothing, he was only twelve years old, and did not have time to possess anything!
"How can it be like this, how can it be like this …" Wen Shui's tears streamed down his face as he murmured questions, questioning the heavens, questioning Dustless, questioning himself.
It was the heavens! To inflict such a tragic fate on the body of a young boy ….
It was Dustless! Ignoring Elder Gong's pleas, going back on his word, doing unspeakable things …
It was him! He brought Xie Tian to the land of hope, and in the land of hope, he gave Xie Tian the deepest despair …
How cruel!
However, Great Master Wu Chen was a living Bodhisattva. He was the one and only living Bodhisattva in the eyes of the Great Song Emperor and the people! How could he just stand by and do nothing?
That's right! Who doesn't kneel and kowtow when they see Buddha? It must be because our sincerity hasn't moved Buddha!
Lun Shui used her trembling hands to wipe away the tears in her blurry eyes. She saw Dustless clearly, then she tremblingly bent her knees and knelt down.
He knelt down with a heart full of pleading.
But he did not kneel down, because two thin and weak little hands passed through his armpits and stopped him.
"Let's go."
Xie Tian was expressionless. He said the word "go" very calmly, as if coming to Dustless Temple was just going up the mountain to enter the temple, asking for lodging for a night, and then turning to leave as usual.
"Xie Tian, don't be reckless, don't give up …" Wen Shui held onto Xie Tian's hand tightly, her old eyes filled with incomparably infectious hope, "We beg Master Dustless, Master Dustless is a living Buddha, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva will deliver all living beings from suffering, he will definitely save …"
"Amitabha." Dustless interrupted Wen Shui, glaring straight at Xie Tian, and said with a booming voice, "As long as Benefactor Xie Tian agrees to these three conditions, this old monk can help you escape from death. From then on, you will not care about worldly affairs, and wholeheartedly worship Buddha. With benefactor's comprehension, you will definitely be able to promote Buddhism and deliver people from suffering."
Xie Tian's blood-red eyes remained, but he did not look at Dustless. He said quietly, "How does Master compare to the Taoist masters?"
"Inferior."
"The Taoist masters are inseparable from the secular world, why does Master want me to not care about worldly affairs?" Xie Tian gently stroked the small horse's back, and said, "Since you do not care about worldly affairs, where should you promote Buddhism? And where should you deliver people from suffering? "
Master Dustless straightened one of his palms, "Amitabha, to promote where to promote, to deliver people from suffering."
"Who is Buddha?"
"To deliver people from suffering."
"I am also a person of suffering."
"In the eyes of Buddha, Benefactor Xie Tian is only a murderous evil spawn who harbored murderous intent, turned the world into scorched earth, and caused people to suffer."
"What Master means is that there are as many people as the stars in the universe, and Buddha can deliver them all, but not me?"
"Amitabha, that is how it should be."
Xie Tian smiled again, and his smile was somewhat disdainful. His originally blood-red eyes became black and white again.
Wen Shui staggered and fell to the ground, and begged mournfully, "Master, please give face to Elder Gong, and …"
"Amitabha, this old monk is an outsider, and all worldly affairs are fleeting clouds." Master Dustless closed his eyes slightly, and was as still as a mountain.
No, harder than a mountain, and colder.
Raindrops fell on Mount Wuchen, and thunder gradually sounded, as if Master Dustless' resolute words were repeatedly echoing in Wen Shui's ears, torturing his battered heart.
He knew that Xie Tian would not agree to the third condition, and Master Dustless would not save Xie Tian. In the eyes of the Master, a twelve-year-old martial arts prodigy was fleeting clouds, the prodigy's tragic experience was fleeting clouds, and the heinous Marshal Xie was also fleeting clouds …
Buddha said, all worldly affairs are fleeting clouds, and I only have murderous cultivation in my heart.
How laughable. Wen Shui smiled bitterly and sighed, disheartened, and indignant.
"Let's go." Xie Tian stretched out his small hand, and patted Wen Shui's hunched back.
Wen Shui was a little stunned, "Xie Tian, are, are you comforting me?"
"You are very sad."
"Are you not disappointed?"
Xie Tian shook his head, as if remembering something, and said with a faint smile, "I have been afraid of heights since I was a child, and I had to climb a hundred zhang cliff on Mount Wuchen. At that time, I was very regretful, because I once saw a rope that could allow me to safely descend the cliff, but I didn't pick it up. I told myself that this was a lesson worth remembering for the rest of my life."
"And then?"
"Then I climbed down the cliff with both hands and feet, and laid down at the bottom, looking at the hundred zhang cliff. I told myself that without any external objects, I could descend the cliff myself." Xie Tian smiled very sincerely, and said to Wen Shui, "Thank you and Elder Gong for what you have done for me. I am neither sad nor disappointed, just a little anxious."
Wen Shui understood. He was that rope, and Xie Tian had delayed these two days out of trust in him, and only then did he ascend Mount Wuchen, and only then did he reap boundless despair in the land of hope.
Wen Shui's words moved him, but they made him feel even more pain.
"Alright, I will accompany you to the end of the road!"
Wen Shui's heart ached, and his stomach convulsed. Hot tears rolled into the icy rain, but no matter how hot his tears were, they could not warm the icy rain that covered the mountain.
Because this mountain was originally an ice mountain.
The two looked at each other and smiled, then turned and walked towards the temple gate. They saw Xu Zhantang, but ignored him, as if he had become a floating cloud in their eyes.
When it came to floating clouds, who could compare to two people who were about to die?
At least, Great Master Wu Chen could not compare, because when he said that Xie Tian's talent was not as good as Xu Zhantang's, he deliberately glanced at Xu Batian, and saw the pleading look in Xu Batian's eyes.
Deliberately or not, how could he save all living beings?
Xu Zhantang was not a floating cloud in his eyes, but all living beings in his eyes.
"Aren't you going back to the Blade Soul Sect to take a look?" Xie Tian was afraid that Wen Shui would regret, so he asked.
"I have no attachments." Wen Shui smiled with tears in his eyes, and asked, "If you are not angry, why are your eyes blood red just now?"
"I was angry, angry that I implicated you and Elder Gong." Xie Tian said frankly, and then smiled, "Then I was not angry anymore, it was not worth it."
"Good, open-minded!"
Xie Tian smiled happily. Although he was not far from death, and although he had been delayed for two days, in these two days, he truly experienced the sunlight, sincerity, and friendship in the world other than slaughter, deceit, and heartlessness.
There really was beauty in the world. Although it was short, this life was not in vain.
This life was not in vain!
Xu Zhantang felt an irresistible force pushing him back.
He had never been so shocked. Not only was he shocked by the shocking turn of events, he was even more shocked by the open-mindedness and calmness that the twelve-year-old Xie Tian displayed in the face of life and death.
He could not do it.
Because he discovered that the temperament that Xie Tian displayed seemed to be the true Wu Chen.
He looked at Xie Tian with great fervor, and very much wanted to follow Xie Tian down the mountain. Who cares about the world! Who cares about the emperor! The wonderful feeling and strong impact that open-mindedness brought him made him feel that everything else was floating clouds!
Yet in the next moment, the fire in Xu Zhantang's eyes turned to shock, and then to terror.
He saw Great Master Wu Chen's sacred hands, which had saved thousands of people, slowly lift up.
He saw Xie Tian's eyes instantly turn blood-red. His steps slowed, and he landed behind Wen Shui, reaching out to press against Wen Shui's back.
"No!" Xu Zhantang shouted in terror.
"Amitabha." Wu Chen's Buddhist voice was like thunder.
The cries of the birds suddenly stopped.
The nameless wind that was wreaking havoc on Mount Wu Chen suddenly stopped.
Even the deep and heavy thunder came to an abrupt stop because of this Buddhist chant.
Wen Shui stopped, and his whole body trembled. He slowly turned his head and looked at Xie Tian who was transferring his primordial Yang to him.
Xie Tian, who was bleeding from his seven orifices and his face pale, slowly turned around and looked at Wu Chen who had a compassionate expression and murderous eyes. He resisted his trembling and asked, "What else does Great Master want?"
"Benefactor Xie Tian, you cannot leave."
"Why?"
"Benefactor is a killing cultivator."
"So you want to kill me?"
"I have sinned. I have never broken the abstinence of killing in my life."
"But I know you want to kill me." Xie Tian's eyes had never been so scarlet. He felt that his tone was not enough to completely express the madness of evil killing, and express his anger that could overturn the sea and overturn the sky. He said word by word, "You really want to kill me."
Great Master Wu Chen put his palms together and said indifferently, "You have killing intent in your heart. You have killing intent when you see people, and you have killing intent when you see Buddha. If this intent is not eliminated, you cannot leave the mountain."
"Why can't I leave the mountain?"
Wu Chen glanced at Xie Tian whose complexion had improved and shook his head. "Benefactor Xie Tian, I know you are stalling for time and want to recover your primordial Yang. Forgive me for speaking bluntly, benefactor's effort is futile."
"You want me to close my eyes and wait for death?"
"I have sinned. I said I won't kill you."
"Then what do you want?"
Wu Chen said the name of Buddha, and his eyes were dignified without anger. "Abolish benefactor's cultivation."
"I only have six days to live, and you still want to abolish my cultivation?" Xie Tian's teeth were bleeding as he asked seriously.
"Benefactor's killing intent does not change. If you live for thirty minutes, the world will flow with rivers of blood." Seeing Xie Tian fall silent, Wu Chen said again, "Is this old monk right?"
Xie Tian raised his head and directed his bloody eyes that contained boundless anger at the dark sky. He said softly, "There is a person in the world that I regard as a father, and he regards me as a dog. He raised me for six years, and after six years, he sucked dry my natal primordial Yang, putting me to death. In Great Master's opinion, how should I treat him?"
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. He raised you for six years as the cause, and sucked your primordial Yang as the effect. The karma is over, and the fate between the two of you is over. Why seek trouble for yourself?" Great Master Wu Chen was expressionless, and the sound of zen rang softly. "Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. You spared his life, and your virtuous deed is immeasurable."
Xie Tian was so angry that he laughed madly. "Great Master, you asked me to spare his life, but why did you put me to death? All living things are equal. Master, is this the All Living Things Scripture that you recite and the Buddha that you worship? "
"Benefactor's heart demon is really deep." Wu Chen shook his head compassionately. "If your heart is pure, no matter how cruel that person is to you, you will not have the killing intent. Since benefactor is stubborn and resolutely becomes a demon, for the sake of the common people, this old monk has to subdue the demon. It is a sin."
Xie Tian nodded, wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, and said to Wu Chen very seriously, "Great Master, congratulations."
Wu Chen was slightly confused. "What's there to congratulate?"
"I thought that the person I hate the most in this life is the First Young Master. He is hypocritical and cruel. If I don't kill him, it will be difficult to dispel the hatred in my heart."
Xie Tian operated all the Primordial Yang Internal Qi in his body with all his strength. His long hair and sleeves fluttered without wind. Like an evil demon descending to the world, his words wept blood and hatred. "Great Master is worthy of being a living Bodhisattva with a heart to save the world. Congratulations, you have successfully replaced the First Young Master with yourself, becoming the person I hate the most!"
"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
Facing Xie Tian's full power explosion, Wu Chen was indifferent. He was not stained by a speck of dust or ripples. He just reached out to Xie Tian casually, his five fingers slightly clenched.
Poof!
A wisp of Internal Qi that was almost materialized overflowed from Xie Tian's ruptured Dantian. With a poof, it exploded and turned into nothingness.
"Xie Tian!"
The mournful sound of warm water was like a cuckoo weeping blood, extremely tragic.
On Wuchen Mountain, the wind blew, birds cried, and thunder roared.
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