The Xuankong Temple was a sect that was like a Buddhist kingdom. Apart from the main temple of cultivation, the vast territory of the Xuankong Temple was a place where its followers lived.
The various temples were responsible for maintaining order, production, and protecting the followers. It was equivalent to the government.
At this moment, on a nameless mountain in the region.
Two bald men, one young and one old, sat side by side, facing the moonlight as they meditated.
However, one bald head was clean and shiny, while the other bald head was a little dirty. It was not very pleasing to the eye.
Furthermore, the two monks had their eyes wide open. They did not have the slightest intention of meditating.
The old monk's face was yellow and withered. Naturally, he was Kujue.
Those who knew him knew that he was never willing to stay in the main temple of Xuankong Temple. Instead, he often wandered around and was rarely seen. Every time he returned to Xuankong Temple, a small temple casually built on this nameless mountain would be his most frequent resting place.
"Sigh." After a long silence, Kujue sighed and said, "I wonder how your Junior Brother Jingshen is doing in Linzi."
The young monk, Jing Li, said in a muffled voice, "Linzi is not a place with good fortune. Junior Brother must be suffering under the encirclement of those women."
Kujue coughed and said, "Yes! Although your Junior Brother Jingshen is intelligent, his fortune is not as good as yours! "
Jing Li and his master sat on the ground on the small mountain. There was not even a clean mat, but the wind blowing on their monk robes made them feel cool. He said happily, "Master, don't test me anymore. You should bring Junior Brother back soon and enjoy the good fortune together!"
"…" The yellow-faced old monk said shamelessly, "This still depends on fate. The time is not right. When the time is right, he will realize his mistake and turn back. Only then will Master be able to bring him back to the sect."
Jing Li sighed sympathetically. "Junior Brother is really pitiful. When will the time be right?"
"This is the will of the heavens." Kujue shook his head with a serious expression. "The Buddha said that it cannot be said!"
Jing Li closed his mouth innocently, as if saying that he would definitely keep the secret.
Looking at this innocent disciple, Kujue could not help but sigh again.
"If only my pitiful disciple was still alive …"
The young monk, Jing Li, had a strange expression.
Ku Jue angrily asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Jing Li said timidly, "Senior Brother Jing Hai said that I don't have a Senior Brother Jing Goose. You made that up."
Ku Jue glared at him. "What nonsense! Your Jing Goose Shixiong's common name is Zuo Guanglie. He was born in the famous Zuo family of Chu State. You don't know how awe-inspiring he was when he was alive. How can that be fake? "
"Uh." Jing Li said, "Senior Brother Jing Hai said that you didn't teach Zuo Guanglie anything. He is powerful, but it has nothing to do with you."
Ku Jue was about to get angry, but after thinking about it, he suppressed it and asked, "What else did he say?"
Jing Li scratched his bald head, feeling uneasy. However, he didn't dare to lie to his master. "Senior Brother Jing Hai also said that you insisted on taking Zuo Guanglie as your disciple and gave him a Dharma name. Then, you went to block his door. In the end, Zuo Guanglie gathered a bunch of experts and almost caused you to die in Chu! They said that you ran away with your tail between your legs … "
"What the hell does he know!" Ku Jue stood up in anger, his tattered monk robes fluttering under the moonlight.
Jing Li shrunk his neck and said, "He said that it was Martial Uncle Ku Bing who told him."
"What the hell does Ku Bing know!" Ku Jue continued to scold him.
"Martial Uncle Abbot said …"
"Abbot knows … Abbot only knows a little!"
Jing Li shrunk his neck and finished his sentence. "Martial Uncle Abbot said that if I hear master scolding someone, I have to cover my ears."
Ku Jue looked at him. "Who do you listen to?"
"Whoever listens to the side."
Ku Jue nodded. "He has the root of wisdom."
After saying that, he suddenly sighed. "If Jing Goose wasn't destined to be my disciple, how could I have found your Junior Brother Jing Shen through the remnants of his spiritual aura?"
Speaking of Jing Goose, there was genuine sorrow in the yellow-faced old monk's eyes.
"It's true that he can no longer gather his soul. Otherwise, I should have let you two meet … "
Jing Li lowered his eyebrows, feeling somewhat sad. "Then, has Senior Brother Jing Goose really entered the sect?"
"He hasn't had the time to go through the motions!" Ku Jue said unhappily. "But as cultivators, why do we care about such customs? It's your Martial Uncle Abbot Ku Jue who is old-fashioned and wants a name for everything. Otherwise … "
Otherwise, he didn't continue.
Could he really go to the Qin Kingdom because of life and death on the battlefield? In the name of a master who hasn't entered the sect yet?
Not to mention whether that was courting death or not, in fact, although he had confirmed that Zuo Guanglie was his destined disciple through the secret method, Zuo Guanglie had never paid attention to him. He was so annoyed that he gathered a group of masters and chased him out of the Chu territory …
The hill was silent for a long time.
"What happened after that?" Ku Jue suddenly asked.
He was asking about the follow-up of the conversation between Jing Li and the sickly disciple, Jing Hai.
There was a tacit understanding between master and disciple.
Seeing that his master's mood seemed to be better, Jing Li grinned and said, "When he went back, I put him into the Kanmo bag and beat him with a stick."
Ku Jue nodded and praised, "Good disciple!"
…
In the old site of the Withered Yard, Jiang Wang's ears were getting clearer and clearer.
Chung Geng Sheng and Shi Si beside him couldn't hear anything.
Jiang Wang's hand that was holding the sword gradually loosened. He began to walk without direction, suddenly turning left and then right.
Chung Geng Sheng and Shi Si didn't know what was going on, so they didn't dare to disturb him. They could only follow him closely.
The situation was very strange.
At this time, Jiang Wang only felt that something was calling him, calling him to come closer and explore. He was just walking in the direction of the call.
But his consciousness was still very clear. He was thinking and didn't notice the movement of his body.
If he didn't hear it wrong, the Buddha's name was "Amitabha Buddha".
After Xuankong Temple's Ku Jue came to take him as a disciple, Jiang Wang crammed some knowledge of Buddhism to know himself and his enemy.
Of course, he wouldn't ignore the title of "Amitabha Buddha".
According to the Mahayana Sutra, Amitabha Buddha established the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in the past, which was vast and boundless.
Most of the disciples of Buddhism practiced hard all their lives to enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and to be reborn in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. It was enough to show the honor of this Buddha.
The voice was faint and faintly discernible, but when it reached his ears, it became louder and louder.
It was like a great bell, intimidating both body and mind.
At this time, for some reason, Jiang Yan remained silent.
Jiang Wang was walking among the broken walls, but he was completely unaware of it.
He didn't know when, but a faint disgust for himself grew in his heart. He felt that he had committed a lot of sins.
The sins of killing bore the brunt of it.
The faces of those he had killed and those who had died because of him turned in front of him.
"We are brothers. Why … why can't you forgive me … just this once? "It was Fang Pengju.
"You … all seem to hate me …" It was Hu Shaomeng.
"Everything has been decided. Let's stick to our previous agreement. Jiang Wang! I'll kill you! "It was Xi Zichu.
…
"When we reach the Age of Bones, I'll definitely treat you well." It was the snake-bone-faced man.
"Which tiger wants to take this old general's head?" It was Ji Cheng!
…
"Is that so? Thank you." It was Xu Fang.
…
There were also some blurry and indistinct figures swaying in front of him, also in a trance.
Countless faces approached, and countless mouths opened.
The close and noisy voices vibrated and finally converged into a sentence —
"You want to make a name for yourself … but what crimes have we, the Yang people, committed?"
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