The next day, Hanshan Temple.

The rooster crows at dawn.

"Amitabha." Master Chenkong, dripping with cold sweat, said the Buddha's name and shook his head helplessly.

Today's situation is no different from yesterday. The Golden Light Soul Crossing Formation was destroyed, and the people who were saved by the formation also fainted. The chanting monks who used the formation were left alone to look at each other.

Mr. Guzhou came over with Qin in his arms, frowning, "Isn't it still possible?"

The monk's robe was torn, and rags flew to the ground. The smell of blood emanated from the man's body, which was particularly pungent in the cold morning breeze.

Luo Feiyu, who was taking a nap while lying on the eaves, seemed to be awakened by the fishy smell. He got up and said lazily: "I see you have been casting spells for two days, and they all seem to have the same result. You might as well follow the dragon's pulse in the future."

Let me talk about it, maybe I can handle it."

Although he spoke very reservedly, he could not hide his arrogance. He downplayed the matter as if it was a trivial matter.

Master Chenkong's first disciple, Ruhui, frowned, slammed the demon-subduing pestle on the ground, and said with dissatisfaction: "The Golden Light Soul Crossing Formation is the formation method used to transfer the heart and purify the soul in our Buddhist Zen Sect. It was established by Patriarch Bodhidharma.

It means that it can alleviate the millions of sufferings in the world."

The implication of Ru Hui's words is very simple, what Luo Feiyu cannot accomplish even if the Golden Light Soul Crossing Formation cannot be accomplished.

Luo Feiyu glanced at him coldly and yawned, "Master, I'm not saying that, you are very similar to my senior brother. You obviously have another way, but you want to crash into the tree in front of you."

Ruhui practiced techniques such as the Vajra Angry Eyes. At this moment, his eyes were full of anger. He was about to reply when he suddenly found that he could no longer speak. He was shocked and looked at Master Chenkong. All he saw was Chenkong.

The golden scripture flashed in the master's hand, and he shook his head at him.

The Buddhist silence mantra can make people unable to speak.

At the same time, Master Chenkong's voice sounded in his heart.

"Don't lie."

Ruhui still had great respect for this master. She could only nod her head and retreat with the demon-subduing pestle in hand.

Master Chenkong put his hands together and said respectfully: "I wonder what Donor Luo has to say?"

Luo Feiyu jumped down from the eaves, returned a salute to Master Chenkong, and then said to Mr. Guzhou: "Please tell me about this person."

"This..." Young Master Guzhou looked at Master Chenkong.

Master Chenkong called the Buddha's name directly, "It doesn't matter."

Mr. Gu Zhou nodded, "Eight or nine years ago, Yayu Que was killed on his way across the Yingxian Sea. Only the young Que master was a guest at her husband's house and survived." After saying that, he looked at the man lying on the ground.

that person.

Luo Feiyu asked: "Is he the little master?"

Young Master Guzhou nodded, "Gu Jingyao, the son of the former Lord of Yayu Que."

Luo Feiyu frowned and asked again: "In a sense, he can be considered a victim, but I feel an extremely strong murderous intention from him. What's going on?"

"It is said that shortly after the Yayu Que people were exterminated, the fragrance of flowers filled the air from the boat and covered the sea area with a radius of ten miles. Out of curiosity, the fishermen from Penglai rowed their boats to take a closer look, and strangely discovered that cherry blossoms were blooming from the corpses.

Because they are nourished by flesh and blood, the cherry blossoms bloom as brightly as blood." Mr. Guzhou said slowly, "And the one who uses flowers as a move should be the Fenfang Pavilion in Luoyang. A year ago, Gu Jingyao even used flowers as a move.

The power will kill Fenfang Pavilion."

Luo Feiyu looked at Gu Jingyao and found that he was not much different from his own age. He was surprised: "Fenfang Pavilion is near the imperial city. A teenage boy can actually do it under the eyes of the imperial city."

Can you use your strength to wipe them out?"

Master Chenkong nodded and clasped his hands together, "Master Gu Que and Lao Na are old friends, so we can only comfort them by passing them on."

Luo Feiyu muttered: "No wonder, there is such a murderous intention." After saying this, he squatted down, and a bright light appeared in his hand, brushing against Gu Jingyao's face.

It was Xihe Fuxue who could sense murderous intent that Gongsun Shilian gave him that day.

Gu Jingyao's face was very fair, and there was a faint gentleness of a scholar. Luo Feiyu couldn't help but sigh, "God gave you the face of a scholar, but you do what a devil should do. It's a pity, it's such a sin."

Although Luo Feiyu came to help, Master Chenkong looked at Luo Feiyu with more and more solemn eyes.

Suddenly, Luo Feiyu hurriedly withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted.

Young Master Guzhou frowned, "What did you find?"

Luo Feiyu's face was full of panic, as if he had seen a ghost, "Shi Liao once told me that murderous intention is first born in the heart and then manifested externally. But his murderous intention only formed on the outside, but did not end in the body.

"

Young Master Gu Zhou's heart trembled, "What do you mean?"

Luo Feiyu murmured: "If the murderous intention is not in the body, there is only one possibility: he has never killed anyone."

…

An hour later, with the sun rising high in the sky, Hanshan Temple had begun to receive pilgrims. However, the most important person in Hanshan Temple did not appear.

Master Chen Kong.

After Luo Feiyu and Master Guzhou left, he entered the abbot's courtyard. Also coming in with him was his disciple Ru Hui.

As soon as he walked through the door, Master Chenkong cried out a mouthful of blood, dyeing his white beard red.

Ruhui was shocked and quickly helped Master Chenkong sit on the futon, "Master!"

Master Chenkong's eyes were bloodshot and his face was pale, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant. He slowly raised his head and looked at the golden body of the old abbot who practiced Dzogchen and was enshrined in the courtyard. He saw the long-browed Buddha standing in front of him.

Smiling at yourself, lifelike. As if this smile can overcome all the unhappiness and suffering in the world.

Decades ago, a pair of jade men knelt down and worshiped here. They took advantage of the pure land of the ancient Buddha under the green lantern, became devout in their hearts, and made an eternal oath of alliance.

However, things in the world are unpredictable. One of the couple died eighteen years ago, and the other left for Xizhou. It is said that they never returned to Kyushu in their lifetime. The news gradually disappeared and finally disappeared.

Master Chenkong spat out another mouthful of blood and lamented: "Master, you once said that as long as you are devout to the Buddha in your heart, you can achieve your wishes. But in this world, I have never seen anyone who is more devout and religious than the pair of Bi people.

Buddha, you are selfless and selfless in saving the world, and you have saved thousands of living beings in the world, so why are you not willing to save the couple who deserve to be saved the most?"

"His disciple has returned to this land, returning with the hatred that he could not eliminate back then!"

"In the end, the world failed them..."

Ru Hui was shocked and said: "Master, don't talk too much. If your heart is bruised, you should take a good rest!"

Outside the courtyard, incense is lingering and Sanskrit music is endless.

Master Chenkong's voice became more and more hoarse, "The world is going to be devastated again, and there is no way to escape the disaster. I, the Buddhist family, are so compassionate, how can we sit back and ignore it? Even when we grow old, we still cannot be pure..."

"Master!"
Chapter completed!