Red Heart Survey

Chapter 385

The Xuankong Temple itself is a sect like a Buddhist kingdom. Apart from the main temple where people practice, the vast territory is mostly a place where believers live.

The temples in various places are responsible for maintaining orderly production and sheltering believers. Equivalent to the general government.

At this time, on an unnamed hill in the domain.

Two bald heads, one old and one young, sat side by side—meditating against the moonlight.

It's just that one bald head is clean and shiny, but the other bald head is somewhat dirty and not very beautiful.

And the eyes of the two monks were wide open, without any intention of meditating on the Buddha.

The old man's face is withered and yellow, so he is naturally a monk of Kujue.

Anyone who knows him well knows that he has always been unwilling to stay in the main temple of Xuankong Temple, but instead roams around at every turn, never seeing anyone. And every time he returned to the Xuankong Temple, a small temple randomly built on this nameless hill was the place where he rested most often.

"Ah." After a long silence, Monk Ku Jue sighed, "I don't know how your Junior Brother Jing Shen is doing in Linzi."

The young monk Jingli said in a muffled voice: "Linzi is not a place of good fortune, the younger brother must be suffering surrounded by those pink skeletons."

Monk Kujue coughed: "Extremely! Although your brother Jingshen has roots of wisdom, his blessings are not as good as yours!"

Monk Jingli sat on the ground with his master on the hill, without even a clean mat, but the monk's robes were very cool in the wind, and he said happily, "Master, don't test again, and bring the younger brother back sooner, so we can enjoy the blessings together!"

"..." The yellow-faced old monk said shamelessly: "This still depends on fate. The time has not come, but when the time comes, he will be able to realize his lost way, and the master will take him back to the mountain gate."

Monk Jingli sighed sympathetically: "Young brother is really pitiful, when will the time come?"

"This is the secret." Ku Jue shook his head with a serious face: "The Buddha said, don't say it!"

Monk Jingli closed his mouth innocently, as if I would definitely keep it a secret.

Looking at this simple disciple, Kujue couldn't help but sighed again.

"If only my poor Jing Goose is still alive..."

The young monk Jingli had a strange expression on his face.

Annoyed, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Monk Jingli said with some timidity: "Brother Jinghai said, I don't have any Brother Jing'e at all, and you made it up."

Kujue's eyes widened: "What nonsense! Your brother Jing'e's common name is Zuo Guanglie, he was born in the famous Zuo family in Chu State, and he didn't know how powerful he was when he was alive, so how can there be a fake?"

"Uh." Monk Jingli said: "Brother Jinghai said that you didn't teach Zuo Guanglie anything. He is very powerful, but it has nothing to do with you."

Kujue was about to get angry, thought for a while, then suppressed himself, and asked, "What else did he say?"

Jingli scratched his bald head, feeling uneasy, but after all he didn't dare to lie to his master: "Brother Jinghai also said that you insisted on taking Zuo Guanglie as your disciple, gave him a dharma name, and ran to block his door. Zuo Guanglie summoned a group of strong men, and almost made you confess to being in Chu State! Said that you fled in desperation..."

"He knows nothing!" Kujue stood up suddenly, furious, and his tattered monk's clothes were rattling under the moonlight.

Jingli shrank his neck and said: "He said that the bitter uncle told him."

"Kuyue knows nothing!" Ku Jue continued to curse.

"The master abbot said..."

"The abbot understands... the abbot only understands the superficial!"

Jing Li shrank her neck and finished speaking: "The master abbot said that if I hear Master scolding people, I will plug my ears."

Kujue stared at him: "Who do you listen to?"

"Who is listening to whom?"

Kujue nodded: "There are roots of wisdom."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly sighed again: "If Jing Goose is not my predestined apprentice, how can I find your junior brother Jingshen in the dark through the remnants of his spiritual light?"

Speaking of Jing Goose, the yellow-faced old monk had genuine sadness in his eyes.

"It's because I can't gather my soul anymore. Otherwise, I should let you brothers and sisters meet..."

Jing Li drooped her eyebrows and felt a little sad: "Then, is Senior Brother Jing Go really a beginner?"

"I haven't had time to go through the motions yet!" Ku Jue said angrily, "But my generation of cultivators, why do we care about those common etiquettes? It's because you are hard-working and old-fashioned, and you want a name for everything. Otherwise..."

Otherwise, he didn't go on.

Is it really possible to go to Qin because of life and death on the battlefield? In the name of a master who "hasn't started yet"?

Not to mention whether he was looking for death, in fact, although he unilaterally determined that Zuo Guanglie was his destined disciple through secret methods, Zuo Guanglie never paid any attention to him. He was even annoyed by being stalked, and directly gathered a group of masters to chase him out of the Chu state...

There was a long silence on the hill.

"What happened next?" Kujue asked suddenly.

What he asked was the follow-up of the chat between Jingli and the suffering disciple Jinghai.

There is a tacit understanding between master and apprentice.

Seeing that Master seemed to be in a better mood, Jingli grinned and said, "When he went back, I put him in a grinding bag and beat him with a stick."

Kujue nodded in praise and said, "What a disciple!"

...

However, in the former site of Kurongyuan, the sound of the Buddha's chant in Jiang Wang's ears became more and more clear.

But Chongxuansheng and Shishi beside him couldn't hear anything.

Jiang Wang gradually let go of the hand pressing the sword. He started to walk in a daze without direction, turning left and right now.

Chong Xuansheng and Shisi didn't know the situation, so they didn't dare to disturb them for a while, so they could only follow closely.

This situation is very strange.

At this time, Jiang Wang only felt that something was calling him, calling him to approach and explore, but he was just walking in the direction of that call.

But his consciousness is actually still very clear, he is thinking, but not aware of the movement of the body.

If he heard correctly, the Buddha's name was "Amitabha".

After Xuankong Temple Kujue came to the door and forced to accept disciples, in order to know himself and the enemy, Jiang Wang also made up some knowledge of the Shi family.

Such as "Amitabha Buddha", of course he will not ignore such honorable titles.

According to the "Mahayana Sutra" records, in the long past, Amitabha Buddha established the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss to save all living beings.

Most of the disciples of the Buddhist family practiced hard all their lives to enter the world of bliss and to be reborn in bliss, which is a testament to the dignity of the Buddha.

The voice was clearly indistinct and ethereal, and when it reached the ears, it became louder and louder.

Like Hong Zhong Da Lu, shocking the body and mind.

At such a time, for some reason, Jiang Yan also kept silent.

Jiang Wang walked among the ruins, but he was completely ignorant.

I don't know when, he felt a faint disgust towards himself in his heart, feeling that he had done a lot of sins.

Killing is the first to bear the brunt.

The faces of those who had been killed and those who died because of him turned before their eyes.

"We are brothers. Why... why can't you forgive me... once." It was Fang Pengju.

"You...you all seem to hate me..." It was Hu Shaomeng.

"Everything has been decided, just as the previous agreement. Jiang Wang! I'll kill you!" It was Mo Zichu.

...

"When it comes to the era of bones, I will definitely entertain you well." It was the Snake-Bone Mask.