Chapter 2532 If You Are a Moth Flying Into a Flame, You Will See Me Blocking Out the Sky and the Sun

Ying Jianghong's speculation is quite dark--

The death of Kuxing, who was talented and expected to reach the top, and Kujue, who collapsed in Zen and walked into Dongzhen, were all because they lost the power struggle with Kuming.

Even Kujue's death was arranged by Kuming of the Hanging Temple. The bloody battle in Tianjing City was a story that the Hanging Temple facilitated to save Ksitigarbha!

Thinking about it carefully, the Hanging Temple is indeed the winner in the whole "Central Escape Zen" incident.

[Ksitigarbha], who was sealed in the Central Heavenly Prison and regarded as the Buddha by many people, escaped after all.

His death in the sea of ​​heaven is to rectify the name of the Buddha.

The greatness of the Buddha is beyond doubt, and the name of the Buddha will never be shaken.

And now [True Ksitigarbha] walking in the underworld has fulfilled the Buddha's original wish and completed the Buddha's compassion.

The Hanging Temple, which worships the Buddha, can be preserved and worshipped. Countless Buddhists, who have believed in it for thousands of years, originally had no flaws.

So who is the loser?

The dead King Chujiang, the lonely Yin Guan, the possessed Lou Yue... all the regrets that can never be looked back!

Now Jiang Wang needs to face this problem.

Faced with the doubts about the Hanging Temple spread by Ying Jianghong, and faced with Ying Jianghong's information, telling him that Kujue's efforts at the time might not be pure.

In fact, he had been facing this problem a long time ago, as early as the bloody battle in Tianjing. That was Banxia's hateful voice--

"Is there love and hate without reason in the world? Why is Kujue so good to you? Is he really good to you?"

Of course, he still remembered the last wail of Banxia Zhenren--

"Kujue has been using you! He has other intentions!"

There are many things in this life that you can't forget even if you want to.

He has reached the pinnacle of the world, but he still looks back frequently and stops in his memories. Because many people, many beautiful moments, have stopped in the past forever!

He is not a fool, and he is no longer innocent in Fenglin City. Doesn't he know that there are reasons for love and hate in the world?

How could he not remember that Kujue insisted on accepting him as his disciple, and there was no convincing reason until the end.

But he remembered Kujue saying——

"This road is blocked!"

Remember that weak but raised hand——

"Don't let him...see!"

So he had the answer that year.

Time can change a lot, but some things cannot be changed by time.

Now his hand is on the hilt of the sword, and he just said: "My master died for me, I will always miss him."

Of course, he understands that although he has the magical power of the wrong path, he can be alert to the manipulation of fate by others, but sometimes he does not need to use magical powers to manipulate fate. Just like sometimes he only uses swordsmanship to force others to make wrong choices in battle.

There is indeed a possibility that Kujue was misled.

But no matter what, it is true that Zhuang Gaoxian colluded with Yujing Mountain to frame him for communicating with the devil, it is true that Zhuang Gaoxian used the members of Yizhen Dao to attack him in the demon world, it is true that he fought a life-and-death battle with Zhuang Gaoxian that day, it is true that the six friends of Jingtian wanted to save Zhuang Gaoxian, and it is true that Kujue blocked the six truths for him on the long river with his blood -

Kujue died for him!

He drew his sword for Kujue.

That was the past between them. Other things had nothing to do with him.

Just like at this moment, he only had a sword in his hand, nothing else, and he only remembered Kujue's kindness and Kujue's love.

The day he left Fenglin City, he thought he would never believe in the identity of "teacher" again. But Kujue used his unrequited efforts again and again, regardless of gains and losses, without shame, and even gave up his life, to make him say "my teacher" again.

This is a voice that Kujue could not hear even when he threatened, lured, pestered, and even beat him up!

Only those who are familiar with Kujue know how long Kujue has been waiting for this sentence.

The skinny Ku Bing raised his head and stared blankly at the empty sky. Ku Jue always shamelessly said "my disciple" and "my beloved disciple". He always scolded Ku Jue for being cold to him. Although Ku Jue never suffered a loss, he knew that this was the only sentence that could give him the upper hand.

But after that, this only upper hand was gone...

But the person he couldn't argue with was no longer there.

"It is precisely because of the longing that you can't let him die in vain." Ying Jianghong naturally had a good understanding of Jiang Wang, so he didn't say anything wrong about Ku Jue from the beginning, but pointed the sword at Ku Ming, saying that Ku Jue was just a poor man who was manipulated without knowing it.

Nan Tianshi sighed, "You believe that he loves you sincerely, but sincere hearts are often manipulated by cunning!"

Jiang Wang only said, "He died very clearly, didn't he?"

Even if Ku Jue accurately locked onto the actions of the Jingtian Six Friends and went to stop them in time, there are still many things to be discussed in the whole process, including the source of intelligence, and this process is very likely to be influenced by others... But he really died at the hands of the Jingtian Six Friends.

There is nothing to be confused about.

The revenge of killing the master, as a disciple, must be repaid with blood.

"Namo Shakyamuni!"

Ku Ming chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and his sad face wrinkled into a deep ravine.

"If Kuxing were still alive, I wouldn't have to take this position, and I wouldn't have to harm the Brahma Sutra with my stupidity."

"If Kujue were still alive, he would not have kept silent, but would have jumped up and cursed the heavens and the earth, rolled around in the mud, and saved my face."

"It's a pity... they are all gone."

Kuming paused again and again, and the sentence was almost incomplete.

Kujue was not very decent in private, and would even point at him and curse him when he was angry, but in public he would always firmly protect him, the abbot, and the Hanging Temple.

Ku Xing is the most outstanding among his peers, but...

But everything is over.

"I cultivate my destiny and know that I cannot violate it. I can save suffering but I cannot save those close to me."

"But I stand here, shouldering the past, and I want to take their share and support these hundreds of thousands of years of Zen."

"It is my bitter fate that I climbed to the top of the Hanging Treasure Temple, but in the eyes of Nan Tianshi, it is my luck. Even... it is my viciousness."

"People are so suspicious of each other, and no one can be blamed. It is because I rarely make good connections and do not weave good causes."

Ku Ming sighed for a long time, looked at Jiang Wang, and saluted with his hands together: "Zhenhe Zhenjun cares about the old feelings and takes on benevolence and righteousness. It's hard to come to the Zen realm from a long distance!"

"But the matter of the Hanging Temple is borne by the Hanging Temple. No matter what happens next, please don't interfere. The life and death of a person has his own destiny, and the rise and fall of a temple has its own reasons. Hanging Hangkong Temple is ready to accept its fate. "

He turned his gaze, separated his pious hands, opened the middle door, and faced Ying Jianghong: "Master Nan, I can't ask about Kujue's death in the past. Because he would rather leave the sect to keep his compassion for his disciples; because Jingguo is powerful and Hangkong Temple is declining, there is no major sect in the world that does not rely on the central government; because there are countless Zen practitioners and countless believers in Hangkong Temple, I can't ignore them!"

"But Kujue is my junior brother who grew up with me. Although I practice Buddhism, I can't cultivate a stone heart. Although I practice life, I can only get the word "bitter". Seeing him being surrounded and killed in the long river, like a raft being dragged away, I-how can I not be angry!"

The monk who is empty of the four elements is frank about the word "anger" and exposes this hatred.

"But the Buddhist sect does not act cunningly. The Buddha passed away, so he taught me to be compassionate!"

"The Hanging Temple is passed down according to the Buddha's original wish, with the idea of ​​saving the suffering world as the mind."

"Although I am angry, I will not take revenge in private. I will not kill my fellow sect members and suffer the consequences of my own hatred."

"Please don't involve innocent people in the past, involve others, and hurt your heart. Don't let Jiang Jun fall into this disaster!"

"If you doubt me now, just go to me, and I will prove it to you--"

As he said this, he grabbed his cassock, pulled it off and walked forward!

The large cassock, which was not gorgeous, covered the clouds and the sun in an instant, changing the sky.

The Hanging Treasure Temple floating against the sky has disappeared, and the vast temple forest and dense monks are all gone.

Only a turbulent river is seen, rushing in the air. Every drop of water in the river is bizarre and reflects someone's life.

This is the long river of fate.

Both sides of the river are full of red flowers.

Flowers bloom and fade, fate goes and ends.

Monk Yongheng, Jiang Mengxiong, Jiang Wang, Ying Jianghong, Ji Xuanzhen, Master Zhie...

Everyone left the suspended Zen state and landed in the [Pure Land of Destiny]!

To be precise, they fell into the river of destiny in the Pure Land of Destiny, scattered on a small boat.

This boat is smaller than a leaf compared to the great river of destiny, but it can carry so many powerful people in the world, but it does not seem crowded, but it seems that there is still a wide space.

The fat abbot of the Hanging Temple, alone, paddled and stepped on the bow of the boat.

He only wore a white inner garment, and he looked quite chubby and silly, but his face was sad, which made people feel sad.

Although he looked sad, he reflected the waves of the sky and spread his ears and eyes. His body and shadow expanded infinitely, making behind him, there were layers of dark colors and waves like iron... It seemed to be paved with the long river of destiny!

Then he spoke in this infinitely elevated momentum: "I am the boatman of the sea of ​​suffering, the Bodhisattva of destiny!"

He alone ferries the fate of everyone!

And just like this, he looked at Ying Jianghong and Ji Xuanzhen at the same time: "You said that I was doing something private for [Ksitigarbha] in the Hanging Temple, let me ask you——"

Such a bitter fate only frowned, and his sad eyes opened angrily: "If I help [Ksitigarbha] with this body, holding my bell, can I help him win by three points!?"

Although everyone on the fate ferry at this moment has the ability to escape fate.

But being able to carry the fate of these people together at the same time has already proved his strength.

The bitter fate is unfathomable, and the bitter fate has great magical powers!

Everyone is very surprised!

Especially Ying Jianghong, a person who is as good as a god in using troops, how could he not understand the bitter fate when he came to the Hanging Temple?

He has always known that the bitter fate who majored in destiny is very strong, but he is still sure that he can win with a sword.

Because the bitter fate has always lacked a momentum.

It is such a trend of "time is up, everything is irreversible"!

I don't know when, Ku Ming has completed this point, and stood outside the door of transcendence.

At the peak of the Dao, it is actually difficult to distinguish between the strong and the weak, because everyone who has reached this step has stood at the limit of the present world. They are all the highest mountains in the present world, with only differences in thickness and breadth, but no difference in height.

Everyone's combat effectiveness is affected by many factors.

If we have to discuss it in terms of cultivation, [Daozhi] is the first watershed, and whether it touches transcendence is the second watershed.

As for the first watershed. Every Dao cultivator has mastered the true and perfect Dao principle. Through the perfect Dao principle, the Daozhi is tempered, just like refining the highest mountain under your feet into an extremely condensed dust. This process is repeated until the Daozhi is filled to a certain extent, the dust is accumulated into soil, and the soil is piled into a mountain, so that it can truly support itself and leap beyond the limit of the present world.

As for the second watershed. To reach transcendence is to step one foot beyond the limits of the present world. It is often not considered the pinnacle. In the Middle Ages, it was the power of a "saint"!

What on earth did Ku Ming rely on to reach this point?

Ying Jianghong had some guesses in his mind, but he just said: "The chance of winning for [Zhi Ji Zang] is zero. Even if you add three points, do you dare to gamble with Xuankong Temple? It's a miserable life, this doesn't mean anything!"

This is said, but it already acknowledges the power of hard life!

The suffering is shown like this, and all I want is this recognition.

As a boatman, he steers the fate of the boat and makes the six gods sail together. What he shows is that he is truly qualified to have a dialogue, not just to be scrutinized and judged!

For example, Xuankong Temple and Mount Sumeru have been known together for eternity, and are known as the Two Holy Lands of the East and West. They are representatives of Xianxue. Apart from their own heritage and inheritance, they are only superficially speaking on the level of power... they have the power of a saint at any time. Performance.

Xiyue Temple also had a Yuankong master, and it was expected to be the third holy place in the Buddhist sect.

What Ku Ming is showing at this moment is his unique holy-level power, apart from the accumulation of Xuankong Temple itself.

In other words, Xuankong Temple can now promote the combat power of two saints at the same time. If the sect fully supported [Ji Ji Zang] at that time, coupled with an unreserved I Wen Zhong, this three-point chance of winning was not a lie.

"If I, the Xuankong Temple, are as you say and act like the World Honored One, we will not be able to avoid interfering in the battle between the sky and the sea. If we say that we have the power to intervene, we will be helpless, like moths flying into the fire. When we see I'm waiting to cover up the sky and the sun!" Standing on the Ferry of Destiny The hard life of the emperor is not at all like the previous attitude of being patient and swallowing the bitter consequences. It is about hiding and being fierce: "Did Jingguo underestimate Xuankong Temple's piety to the Buddha, or did he not think that Xuankong Temple had the ability to burn one's body to worship the Buddha?" Courage?”

Ying Jianghong looked at him calmly: "The abbot's words are indeed fierce! The abbot's magical power is amazing! However, I still can't let go of the doubts in my heart."

"You said that I heard that the bell was poorly kept in Guanshiyuan, is it because it was stolen by Ku Jie?"

"Does Kujue, a real person, really have such means? Or is it that the leader of the truth of suffering made a deliberate mistake?"

"In the past, the first seat of the truth of suffering was deliberately neglected, allowing the suffering consciousness to walk away with the bell. Now, the first seat of sorrow is deliberately neglected, asking me to hear the bell shaking. Isn't this the inertia of the Hanging Temple?"

On this destiny boat, Master Nan Tian pushed the sword with his finger, and the sword came out half an inch——

brush!

The huge waves behind him were split in the middle, half to the left and half to the right.

The river of destiny actually diverted!

And he continued to ask: "Ku Jue, a real person in this world, was imprisoned by Marshal Kuangming of our court with the Purple Void Calming Talisman, and was personally sent back to the Xuankong Temple. In order to avoid fighting, he closed the door. But not long after, he escaped from the trap and escaped from the sect. , blocking my Chaoliuzhen in the long river, and finally dying, doesn't this process make people suspicious? "

Ku Ming held Chang Peng, stood at the bow of the boat, and looked at him: "Your suspicion is not unreasonable, but you just didn't think about it - Ku Jue is himself. You don't know how far Ku Jue can do it, How intense is it?”

"Marshal Kuang Ming indeed sent him back to the temple, and I banned him for sure. But in order to escape and save his disciples, he did not hesitate to break up with the Xuankong Temple and scolded everyone in the temple until he slandered the Buddha!"

"He did not hesitate to break with the Xuankong Temple in a way that the Xuankong Temple cannot tolerate him. I can't stop him except killing him."

"But how can I kill him?"

Ku Ming stopped mourning and said: "The story is over, and those who come can follow it. Master Nan Tian, ​​I will discuss it with you now."

"Since ancient times, there have only been ironclad proofs of how to kill people, and there has never been a reason to force people to prove it themselves. I will prove it myself, and I will only prove it this time. It is the highest respect given by the Xuankong Temple to the Central Empire."

"You mentioned so many suspicions about the Evil Master. They are all coincidences and can be taken for granted. There is only one visible and tangible clue - you said that Shen Xia went to Tianjing City at that time and took it with him. The ancient heavenly contract with the name of the World Honored One shakes the moon in the Fengchan Well."

"The World-Honored Heavenly Deed cannot be re-scheduled. One piece is used, and one less is considered a rare treasure. Our Xuankong Temple was established in the Middle Ages, and it is the true story of the World-Honored One. After the great calamity of destroying the Buddha, I still have the World-Honored Heavenly Deed of Three Hundred and Six Fifteen pieces. Each of them is described in detail, recorded in history, and verified by many sources. There is no reason why it was lost or left without destiny."

"The Xuankong Temple has been used for generations until now. Since the time when the ancestor was grieving, there are only seventeen pieces."

He raised his head: "Now there are still seventeen in the temple!"

He stretched out his hand to invite Zhong Xuanyin to fish the real person into the destiny boat: "The real person from the Shi family is here. You might as well verify the scriptures and history of Xuankong Temple and find out where these heavenly deeds go. Is there one that can be used in Tianjing?"

Then he turned his fat palm over again, holding a stack of deeds in his palm. He bowed his head and bowed to Jiang Wang: "The seventeen deeds of the World Honored One left by our ancestors are all here. There is no one who knows the way of heaven better than Zhenhe! Please give me a try. Check it out!”