Chapter 2148 This Road Is Impassable

"Why did Kujue sin against the world?"

"How did Kujue end up like this?"

At this moment, Jiang Wang couldn't ask why Kujue died.

He could only ask why Kujue was not respected.

Kujue was cynical and didn't have the slightest demeanor of a superior.

Kujue always rolled in the dust.

Kujue always looked mean and had no appearance.

But these shouldn't be the reason why he was treated with contempt.

He was a real person who enjoyed true freedom. He was a high monk of the same generation as the contemporary abbot of the Hanging Temple. He practiced with him in those days. In terms of Buddhism and cultivation, how many people could compare with him?

However, he was almost "no such person" in the Hanging Temple. Even the believers at the foot of the mountain didn't know that there was Kujue in the world.

There are real people in this world who regard all living beings as ants, and real people who confuse right and wrong, but can't tolerate a real person who plays with the world?

In the past, Jiang Wang always felt that no matter how he was treated, it was Kujue's own business. Kujue had his own way of getting along with the world, and Kujue would not be bullied. But now... he can no longer jump up and curse.

What can Jiang Wang do?

When he sent letters repeatedly without response, he came to the Hanging Temple many times, asking for an audience through his name, and each time he got the news that Kujue was traveling.

When he was worried about Kujue's safety, he was gentle and polite, and bowed respectfully-"Please tell me where Senior Kujue is."

As soon as he became a member of Taixu Pavilion, he came to the Hanging Temple, bowed to the mountain, and received Kujue's letter.

Now... he hopes that the world will give Kujue the respect he deserves.

For this, he can challenge everyone.

He is not going to be an enemy of the Hanging Temple.

He is just a disciple, a junior, a disciple and a son, to fight for his "master" who has never called out, and fight for a breath and a name.

Because Kujue can no longer fight for himself.

This body has not entered the monastery, but Sanbao Mountain is the home in the monastery.

The irritable Ku Bing Zhenren did not come out immediately, and no other Zhenren appeared. Naturally, no monks around went to call for help.

When people saw the world-famous Jiang Wang pressing the sword in this Buddhist holy place, they saw not anger or arrogance, but overflowing sadness that could not be hidden.

This person was too sad.

The cold-faced Ku Di Zhenren did not get angry, he was silent there. In his serious expression, there was an indescribable silence.

Maybe he also had a lot to say!

But he said nothing.

Then, a sad sigh sounded faintly in the mountain gate: "Since you come for Ku Jue, where is there any level for you to pass? Donor Jiang, please enter the mountain gate."

Ku Di then turned sideways.

Jiang Wang tried his best to make himself brilliant, but he could only do it without expression.

He straightened his spine, raised his head and pressed the sword, and strode forward. He represented Sanbao Mountain in this Buddhist holy place.

It would be such a pity for the old monk to not return home after being rich and powerful, and not show his saintliness after being prosperous.

The purity and depth of Sanbao Mountain.

Today... I am dressed in brocade!

Under the complicated gazes of the monks, he followed the head of Guanshiyuan Temple, stepped into the mountain gate of this Buddhist holy place opened in the present world, and walked into the suspended Zen realm.

The towering suspended giant temple, the tower forest with faint precious light, and the Buddhist chanting that spanned the ages... none of them could attract Jiang Wang's attention.

He walked forward silently.

The bitter truth also led the way silently in front.

Silence is the echo of the ancient temple.

No matter how long the road is, it has an end. No matter how long you walk, you can't calm your heart.

But he inexplicably hopes that the road will be longer.

He would rather not walk to the end.

Jiang Qingyang led the troops, Jiang Wuan was the bravest among the three armies, Jiang Ge Lao took responsibility for the world, and Jiang Wang... couldn't face the end bravely.

But he finally came to the quiet room of the abbot of the Hanging Temple.

The door was also pushed open silently by Ku Di.

Jiang Wang walked forward.

The master Ku Ming sat behind a long table.

There was only an incense burner and three sandalwood sticks on the table.

The smoke curled up, dimming the wrinkles on the face of the abbot Ku Ming.

This fat monk who always had a sad face, had no sadness on his face at this moment.

Today he could not feel sad for the people.

He just sat there calmly, as if he had been sitting there for many years.

"I knew this day would come, but it was a little earlier than I thought." He said so.

Jiang Wang walked up to him, knelt down on the cushion in front of the long table, and faced the abbot of the Hanging Temple, with his back still straight: "Please tell me how all this happened."

Ming Ming said: "Where should I start?"

He shook his head: "I can't stay out of it and say something that seems objective. I, a monk who has retired to the monastery, can't describe it without emotion-"

He raised a fat finger and pointed at Jiang Wang's eyebrows from a distance: "For all this, please go to his fate... and take a look."

Jiang Wang knelt in front of the incense burner and slowly...closed his eyes.

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"Your mother's straw sandal pad is a rotten egg, and a three-inch nail jumped onto the Buddha's knee! Damn Kuang Ming, you are still the evil commander. Why don't you get rid of Zong Dezhen! At the beginning, he had three palaces, six courtyards and seventy-two concubines. How many people gave up their fortunes to follow him, wanting to win the merit of following the dragon. A group of people fought hard and finally laid the foundation. He turned around and ran to Yujing Mountain by himself - monks all know that once you become a golden body, you will not forget your believers. He forgets his roots when he goes up the mountain. He is the most conscienceless and can be called the world's number one evil king!"

In the Zen room, the yellow-faced old monk was half-lying on the ground, with one foot on top of the other, one hand digging at the sole of the foot, and the other hand beating the ground from time to time to add to his amusement and prestige.

He cursed loudly and didn't stop for several hours. Every time he hit a key point in his curse, he would hit the ground hard, making a reverberating "bang" sound.

boom!

"Zong Dezhen!"

"You old bastard who is obsessed with yellow mud, you got into your grandfather's crotch! You love eating this so much, why don't you go to the pit! You are an old man who is thousands of years old and bullies me, a young man. Give your mother Zixu back. Ding Shen Fu, do you want some face? You have lived in vain for so many years and have not made any progress! If the Buddha were of your age, he would have transcended by now! shame!"

"Stop scolding!" Kubing's voice sounded outside the Zen room. Although it was a persuasion, it was loud and thunderous, and it seemed more like a quarrel with him: "If you scold him too much, the Xingkong Zen state will not be able to stop it. Zixu Zhenjun will Heard it!”

"I just want him to hear it!" The yellow-faced old monk said angrily in the meditation room: "If this son of a bitch can't hear it, wouldn't the Buddha's scolding be in vain?!"

Kubing said: "Don't give Shanmen——"

"Shut up, you sick and consumptive ghost!!" The yellow-faced old monk cursed indiscriminately: "The Buddha hasn't scolded you yet, do you think you are a good thing?! Your senior brother was detained and thrown back by despicable means. You're blind and can't see? Why don't you kill him with a knife? What kind of earthworm are you trying to do? Why don't you come here to persuade me? What’s wrong with Buddha?”

Although Ku Bing had a loud voice, he couldn't scold him, so he shut up angrily, turned around and left.

But the yellow-faced old monk in the Zen room did not give up: "Let Buddha out! Buddha counts to three, don't force Buddha to scold you harshly!"

"One! Two--you damn fat man! You fat fat pig with big ears! I know you are listening, don't pretend to be dead for me! You listen to the corner all day long and don't say anything when things happen. You are worthy of this Abbot? Are you worthy? It’s your turn, fat man! If you don’t come out, I will scold you!”

A miserable voice sounded faintly: "Isn't my master also your master?"

The yellow-faced old monk pointed at the sky and cursed the ground: "Okay, you bully the master and destroy the ancestors! You don't even care about scolding our master!"

Suffering does not make a sound.

"World Honored One!" the yellow-faced old monk shouted again: "The World Honored One is nothing—"

"Shut up!" Ku Ming's fat figure suddenly burst into the meditation room: "Do you know what you are talking about? You are crazy!"

With a sickly face and a very serious look on the truth of suffering, they also stepped into the meditation room and looked at him sternly.

The brothers of their generation who are still alive are all gathered together.

No one thought that the yellow-faced old monk would dare to slander the Buddha! This simply violates the bottom line of Buddhist practitioners!

"Hehehe..." The yellow-faced old monk got up from the ground, with a nonchalant expression on his face, and said nonchalantly: "Buddha has been crazy for a long time. Not only today, did you know it today?!"

"I know how you feel. But things have come to this point. We have all experienced so much, and we all know that things in the world will not go as planned. Even if you become a Buddha, many things cannot be changed!" Kuming sighed, with a sad face. He said with some unconcealable fatigue: "Since the inheritance of Shanmen, you and I cannot be willful. Don't mess around anymore. This talisman of Zixu Zhenjun is already a warning - let's stop here!"

"That's it." The yellow-faced old monk raised his finger and pointed at them one by one: "Suffering life, suffering disease, suffering truth. Listen carefully -"

He said calmly with a rare seriousness: "From today on, I officially leave the Xuankong Temple. Our fate as brothers and sisters ends here."

"What kind of place do you think the Hanging Temple is?" Kudhi said angrily: "You can come when you want, leave when you want, leave when you say you want to leave, and return when you say you want to return?"

"Don't be too loud with me!" The yellow-faced old monk suddenly pointed at his nose: "It's not big or small! It's not your turn to speak when the senior brothers are talking!"

The truth of suffering was instantly furious.

Ku Ming sighed softly: "Are you serious?"

"You take advantage of him, but you don't help him. You keep saying that you are a good believer in Buddhism, but you shrink your head when trouble comes! What kind of holy place! Do you think I am rare here?" Ku Jue pointed at himself: "Me! Ku Jue ! Leave Xuankong Temple today and never come back again! This statement is shared by all the Buddhas!"

"Go away!" He strode past several monks, deliberately bumped into Kudhi, and stepped out of the meditation room alone.

A real person in this world who has truly left the Xuankong Temple, the Xuankong Temple really has no reason to stop him.

Suffering and the truth of suffering no longer speak.

Duzi Kubing chased for a few steps, chased out of the Xuankong Zen state, and caught up with Yunkong: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the purification ceremony!"

The yellow-faced old monk said: "Jingli has grown up, and the future of Xuankong Temple belongs to him. He has a good fate. Now I am going to save the one who has a bad fate."

There are no words to answer the suffering.

"Take it! The Buddha is about to leave, leave some calligraphy treasures for the disciples, and don't peek at them." The yellow-faced old monk suddenly threw a stack of letters into his arms: "When my Jingli becomes the abbot, I will ask him to withdraw first. I got the first seat of your Jianglongyuan, I don’t have any eyesight!”

Then he just cursed and... flew away in the air.

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Huh, huh.

The breeze flows across the long river.

Six figures suddenly appeared, hanging over the long river.

Standing at the front was a tall old man with white hair and a boyish face. He frowned and said, "The Seal of Mountains and Rivers in Yongzhen has suppressed this place, and it is difficult to capture the aura."

"That's inappropriate." Taoist Chen Pi with an ancient face began to retort: ​​"What is this 'difficulty' compared to? What is the standard? You can't say it's difficult for no reason. Saying it's difficult doesn't mean anything. ”

No one paid any attention to him.

The female crowned Fuling, who was wearing a plain Taoist robe, stretched out her hand and grabbed a handful in the air: "It's hard to catch the breath, but I caught Zhuang Gaoxian's - he should be planning to make a comeback in Zhuang Kingdom, we might as well go directly to Zhuang Country. "

Licorice, who looked the youngest and most beautiful among Jingtian's six friends and had the most serious expression, shook his head: "For us and Zhuang Gaoxian, this is too sudden. It should have happened a few years later." It happens again, but for Jiang Wang, this is the time he chose, and he must have made a lot of preparations for this. Now that he has forced Zhuang Gaoxian into this, will he allow Zhuang Gaoxian to escape back to Zhuang Country? "

Bai Shu stepped on a pair of wooden clogs and stepped on the river waves with a graceful demeanor: "Don't worry, it's only a short distance from here to Zhuang Country, just follow it slowly. Are you in a hurry to save Zhuang Gaoxian?"

"We have to look at the situation to make it more in line with our mood. Hey, wait a minute -" Banxia, ​​who looked like a middle-aged man, suddenly stopped and shook his head in a funny way: "It seems we can't follow immediately. Go up!"

Just as he finished speaking, boom——

Like a meteor falling from the sky, a figure cut through the sky and hit the water of the long river directly!

Snapped!

Amid the splash of water, a yellow-faced old monk dressed in old monk robes slowly stood up.

Straw sandals are stepping on the water, and the monk's clothes are yellow and dusty. The man is a lonely reflection in the water, and there is no one behind him. The expression on his face was very proud.

"I'm sorry, everyone-"

He looked at the six real people with different appearances across from him, grinned, and showed his yellow teeth: "My disciple is doing important things at the front... I don't want to be disturbed."

The old monk Cang Shen, who had white hair and a childlike face, had the worst temper. When he saw the old monk blocking the road, he just asked: "Are you here to represent the Xuankong Temple?"

The last time he was in the Wuyangdu Mountains, he was traveling with Kujue, and he was a little more familiar with them than other real people.

Ku Jue clapped his hands and said proudly: "Xuankong Temple is nothing! I kicked them away, and it doesn't matter from now on. The person standing here today is 'the most supreme Buddha in the world, the first in history'... You Lord Kujue! Lord Buddha only represents himself! Isn’t that enough?”

He kept chattering: "If you are sensible, please retreat now. The Buddha will recognize you, but the Buddha's fist will not - don't say you were unforeseeable!"

The six friends of Jingtian looked at each other.

Baizhu, who was also standing on the river, smiled: "Since you only represent yourself... that's the best."

boom! ! !

Seven figures hit a spot above the long river in an instant!

Instantly separate.

Ku Jue's figure flew backwards and fell back to the water. A pair of straw sandals had already entered the water, but it still retreated more than a hundred feet, causing two waves.

His feet slipped and he stopped on the water. Two long gullies of water swelled up and hit both banks.

At this moment, he is in a half-bow posture, not rickety, but with the bow fully drawn.

He put one hand in front of him, pressing the surface of the river, as if grasping the long river, hovering over the river. The other hand was placed behind his back, as if holding the void to steady himself.

The sparse aura overflowed from the body, becoming stronger instantly, as if the aura was endless.

He was like an emerald buried in a stone. At this moment, the stone clothes were peeled off, and the brilliance finally appeared.

"What a pity..." He said with a smile: "My traitor can't see my heroic appearance at this moment. It's hard to convince him!"

With his withered eyebrows raised, the monk's robes suddenly fluttered, and unimaginable power burst out from his skinny body. The endless aura spread out in all directions like a tsunami and landslide. But because of the sealing of Yongzhen Shanhe Seal, it was not seen outside the Changhe River.

But why should we be seen?

The old monk is not for the human world.

Here, it’s just one person.

The body is the five senses, the heart is the seven emotions, and the mind is the six thoughts. The spirit is the three wisdoms, which are the so-called hearing, thinking, cultivation, and enlightenment.

Physical awareness, mental awareness, conscious awareness, spiritual awareness...

He grinned——

"This road is blocked!"