readx;? I don't know if it's the sound of Buddha or a thunderbolt, the moment Xu Zhantang got on the horse, he split on the dustless mountain, which was regrettable. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The peace and tranquility of the dustless mountain were split away, and it was completely gone in an instant.

The birds and finches that dwelt in the mountains were panicked, the wild beasts howled and scurried, and the nameless wind suddenly appeared, pressing the mountains so green that they could not raise their heads.

After appeasing the frightened black girl, Xu Zhantang jumped off the horse, frowned, and looked at the dust-free temple on the top of the mountain.

The mountain is full of changes, but the dust-free temple is still dust-free.

It's weird.

So he thought about it, turned the horse's head, patted it lightly on the horse's buttocks, and after watching the black girl go down the mountain, he stepped up the mountain.

The road up the mountain is not difficult to walk, and the white temple wall cannot have any impact on Xu Zhantang, he silently pushed open the temple door, saw three people and one horse, looked down and saw a pool of blood at the foot of the evil sky, and his pupils shrank.

Isn't it to apprentice? Isn't it to heal wounds? Why are the three of them silent against each other? Why does the evil heaven vomit blood?

It's weird.

But he didn't dare to say anything, he didn't dare to do anything, he could only look at the slightly weird scene in a daze.

Because this is a dust-free temple, every word and deed may make this place dusty.

The black and white eyes of the evil sky gradually turned red, as if he looked like when he saw Xie Shuai in Yin God Peak, Wen Shui thought like this, and the feeling of pain in his heart also grew.

He never imagined that the third condition proposed by Wuchen was to abolish the cultivation of the Evil Heaven.

This condition is tantamount to killing the evil heavens.

Because the evil sky has nothing, only cultivation!

Because there is nothing left in the evil sky, only the sea of blood and hatred carved into the bones!

Because the evil sky has nothing, he is only twelve years old, and he has no time to have it!

"How can this be, how can this be......" Wen Shui Lao burst into tears, constantly muttering short questions, questioning the sky, questioning Wuchen, questioning himself.

It is the heavens! Loading such a tragic fate on the body of a young child......

Ignoring all the begging of the palace elders, he went back on his word and did things that he couldn't bear to say......

It is oneself! Bring the evil heavens to the land of hope, and give the evil heavens the deepest despair in the land of hope......

How cruel!

But Master Wuchen is a living Bodhisattva, a unique living Bodhisattva in the eyes of the Great Song Dynasty kings and people!

Yes, whoever does not kneel and kowtow when he sees the Bodhisattva must be that our sincerity has not moved the Buddha!

Wen Shui wiped away the tears in his confused eyes with trembling hands, saw the dustlessness clearly, and then bent his knees tremblingly and knelt down.

Kneel with a full pleading.

But he didn't kneel, because two thin little hands, through his armpits, stopped him.

"Let's go. ”

Evil Heaven didn't have any expression, and said a word very calmly, as if coming to this dustless temple was just an ordinary thing like going up the mountain to enter the temple, staying overnight, and turning around and leaving.

"Evil Heaven, don't be reckless, don't give up...... Wen Shui held Evil Heaven's hand, his old eyes were full of incomparably infectious hope, "We ask Master Wuchen, Master Wuchen is a living Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva purifies all living beings, and frees the living beings in the world from the sea of suffering, and will definitely save ......"

"Amitabha. Wuchen interrupted Wen Shui's words, looked at the evil sky angrily, and said in an accented voice, "As long as the evil heaven donor agrees to these three conditions, the old man can help you get out of the realm of death, and from now on you will not ask about the world, and worship the Buddha wholeheartedly, with the understanding of the donor, you will definitely be able to carry forward the Dharma and benefit the world." ”

The evil heaven's bloody eyes were still the same, but he didn't look at Wuchen, and said silently: "The master is higher than the Dao Sect, how is it?"

"Not as well. ”

"The masters of the Taoist sect are inseparable from the world, why does the master want me not to ask about the world?" Evil Heaven gently stroked the pony's back, and said, "Since you don't care about the world, where should you promote the Dharma? and where should you spread the world?"

Master Wuchen put a single palm up: "Amitabha, promote it in the promotion place, and promote it in the Pudu place." ”

"Who's Pudu?"

"Purdue people. ”

"I am also a man of the world. ”

"In the eyes of the Buddha, the evil benefactor is just a killing obstacle with murderous intentions, turning the world into scorched earth, and making the world suffer. ”

"What does the master mean is that there are as many people in the world as the stars, and the Buddha can save them, but not me?"

"Amitabha, it should be like this. ”

Evil Heaven smiled again, smiling with some disdain, and the red eyes that should have been like blood were black and white again.

Wen Shui staggered to the ground, and pleaded sadly: "Master, please look at the face of the palace elder and make a big ......."

"Amitabha, Lao Gu is an outsider, and everything in the world is floating clouds. "The dust-free old eyes are slightly closed, not moving like a mountain.

No, harder than a mountain, it's colder.

A little raindrop fell on the dustless mountain, and the thunder gradually sounded, as if the dustless words were reverberating repeatedly in Wenshui's ears, tormenting his heart.

He knew that the evil heaven would not agree to the third condition, and the dustless master would not cure the evil heaven, in the eyes of the master, the twelve-year-old martial arts wizard was a floating cloud, the tragic experience of the genius was a floating cloud, and the heinous Xie Shuai was also a floating cloud......

The Buddha said, everything in the world is floating clouds, and I only have killing and cultivating in my heart.

It's a little ridiculous, Wen Shui laughed and sighed, disheartened, sad and angry.

"Let's go. Evil Heaven stretched out his little hand and patted Wen Shui's back.

Wen Shui was a little stunned: "Evil Heaven, you, are you comforting me?"

"You're sad. ”

"You're not disappointed?"

Evil Heaven shook his head, as if he remembered something, and said with a faint smile: "I was afraid of heights since I was a child, and I had to climb a hundred zhang cliff in the Glomy Lan Mountain, and I regretted it at the time, because I once saw a rope that was enough for me to go down the cliff safely, and 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 my hands and feet, lay down at the bottom of the cliff, and looked at the cliff and told myself that I could go down the cliff myself without any foreign objects. Evil Tian smiled very sincerely, and said to Wen Shui, "Thank you and Gong Lao for doing it for me, I am neither sad nor disappointed, but I am a little anxious." ”

Wen Shui understood, he was the rope, and the evil sky delayed these two days out of trust in himself, and only then did he go up to the Dustless Mountain, and only then did he harvest infinite despair in the land of hope.

If you let the warm water move, it makes him hurt even more.

"Okay, I'll accompany you through the last stretch!"

The warm water is sour and astringent, the chest and abdomen are twitching, and the rolling hot tears are mixed into the ice rain, but no matter how hot the tears are, they can't warm the ice rain all over the mountain.

Because this mountain is an iceberg.

The two looked at each other and smiled, turned around and walked towards the temple gate, saw Xu Zhantang, but ignored Xu Zhantang, as if Xu Zhantang had become a floating cloud in their eyes.

When it comes to floating clouds, who can compare the floating clouds in his eyes to two dying men?

At least Master Wuchen can't compare, because when he said outside the palace gate that Evil Heaven's talent was not as good as Xu Zhantang, he deliberately glanced at Xu Batian and saw the begging in Xu Batian's eyes.

The reason why it is deliberate -- not deliberate -- how can it be universalized for all sentient beings?

Xu Zhantang is not the floating cloud in his eyes, but the beings in his eyes.

"Aren't you going back to the Sword Soul Gate to have a look?" Evil Heaven was afraid that Wen Shui would regret it, so he asked.

"I don't care. Wen Shui smiled with tears in his eyes and asked, "You are not angry, why are your eyes blood-red?"

"I'm angry, angry that I have affected you and Gong Lao. Evil Tian said frankly, and said with a smile, "Later, I was not angry, it was not worth it." ”

"Okay, open-minded!"

Evil Heaven smiled happily, although he was not far from death, although he was delayed for two days, but in these two days, he truly experienced the sunshine, sincerity, and friendship in the world in addition to killing, deception, and ruthlessness.

In the world, there is really beauty, although it is short, but it is not in vain.

It's worth this life!

Xu Zhantang felt an irresistible force that pushed him backwards.

His heart had never been so shocked, not only shocked by the shocking reversal of the plot, but also shocked by the open-mindedness and calmness shown by the twelve-year-old evil sky between life and death.

He couldn't.

Because he found that the temperament displayed by the evil sky seemed to be the real dustless.

He looked at the evil sky with great eagerness, and wanted to follow the evil heaven and go up the mountain, and the wonderful feeling and strong impact brought to him by his open-mindedness made him feel that everything was a floating cloud!

However, the next moment, the heat in Xu Zhantang's eyes turned into consternation, and the next moment, it turned into horror.

He saw the Dustless Master's hands of ten thousand people, and slowly raised them.

He saw the evil sky with his eyes instantly blood-red, his pace slowed down, and he fell behind the warm water, and reached out against the back of the warm water.

"Don't!" Xu Zhantang shouted in horror.

"Amitabha. "Dustless Zen sounds like thunder.

The chirping of birds died down.

The nameless wind that ravaged the Dustless Mountain came to a sudden stop.

Even the low and heavy thunder came to an abrupt end because of this Buddha name.

Wen Shui stopped, trembled all over, and slowly turned his head to look at the evil heaven that was transporting Yuan Yang towards him.

The evil heaven, who was bleeding from the seven orifices and had a pale face, slowly turned around, looked at Wuchen with a compassionate face and eyes like a killing leader, forcibly trembled, and asked, "What else does the master have to advise?"

"Evil God Donor, you can't go. ”

"Why?"

"The donor is killing and cultivating. ”

"So you're going to kill me?"

"Sin, the old man has never broken the killing ring in his life. ”

"But I know you want to kill me. Evil Tian's eyes had never been so scarlet, and he felt that his tone was not enough to fully express the madness of the evil killing, to express his anger that was like the sea turning the sky upside down, and said word by word, "You really want to kill me." ”

Master Wuchen clasped his palms together and said lightly: "You have killing in your heart, you have killing intent when you see people, and you have killing intent when you see Buddha, if you don't get rid of this heart, you can't go down the mountain." ”

"Why can't you go down?"

Wuchen glanced at the evil heaven whose face had improved, shook his head and said: "Evil Heaven donor, the old man knows that you are delaying time and wants to restore Yuanyang, with all due respect, the donor's move is in vain." ”

"Do you want me to close my eyes and die?"

"Sin, the old man said he wouldn't kill you. ”

"And what do you want?"

Wuchen said the Buddha's name, and his eyes were not angry and arrogant: "Abolish the donor's cultivation." ”

"I only have six days to live, and you still want to abolish my cultivation?" Evil Heaven asked seriously as he gritted out his teeth and bled out.

"The donor's murderous heart does not change, but if he lives a stick of incense, the world will also shed a river of blood. Seeing that the evil sky was silent, Wuchen said again, "Is the old man right?"

Evil Heaven raised his head, pointed his bloody eyes containing infinite anger at the dark sky, and said softly: "There is a person in the world, I regard him as a father, he treats me like a dog, he raised me for six years, and after six years, he sucked up my natal Yuanyang and put me to death, with the master's will, what should I do to him?"

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, he raised you for six years as the cause, sucked you Yuanyang as the effect, the cause and effect have been over, the fate of the two of you has ended, why bother yourself?" ”

The evil heaven was furious and laughed madly: "The master asked me to spare his life, but why did he put me to death! Pudu all beings have no self, all beings are equal and selfless--Master, is this the Sutra of All Living Beings you recite and worship the Pudu Buddha?"

"The donor's heart is really deep. Wuchen shook his head pitifully, "If your heart is pure, no matter how cruel that person is to you, you will not have a murderous intention, since the donor is obsessed and resolutely falls into the devil, the old man thinks of the common people, so he has to take action to subdue the demon, sin." ”

Evil Heaven nodded, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to Wuchen very seriously: "Master, congratulations. ”

Wuchen was slightly confused: "What is the joy?"

"I thought that the person I hated the most in my life was the eldest son, he was hypocritical and ruthless, I didn't kill him, it was difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart. ”

Evil Heaven fully operates all the Yuanyang internal qi in his body, his long hair and clothes float without wind, like an evil demon coming to the world, crying blood and hate, "The master is worthy of being a living bodhisattva with Pudu in his heart, congratulations, you have successfully replaced the eldest prince with yourself and become the person I hate the most!"

"Amitabha, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell. ”

In the face of the full force of the evil sky, Wuchen was indifferent, not a little dust, not a little wave, just casually stretched out his hand towards the evil sky, and held his fingers slightly.

Burst!

A wisp of internal qi that was almost about to turn into substance overflowed from the dantian that burst from the evil sky, exploded with a pop, and turned into nothingness.

"Evil Heaven!"

The terrible sound of warm water, like a cuckoo crying blood, is terrible.

Dust-free mountains, wind, birds, thunder.

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