Chapter 494 The Shadow on the Great Light Mountain, the Story of Shen Hui, the Demon, and the Taoist Priest’s Visit to the Mountain!

Night.

Daguangming Mountain, back mountain.

Qinglan Buddhist Temple.

A strong wind suddenly blew, rolling the yellow leaves in the courtyard from the treetops, leaving a black light and shadow on the bright yellow window paper, and then disappeared suddenly, and the bright yellow light continued to shine through the window. .

Dong, Dong, Dong.

In the solemn Qinglan Buddhist Temple, the clear sound of wooden fish was knocking regularly.

A handsome monk sat cross-legged under a huge Buddha statue, turning the rosary in his hand with a solemn face, chanting the Buddhist scriptures.

"Bodhisattva surpasses the holy wisdom, and all six places are the same."

"The mind is empty and the mind is free, and there is no barrier to great supernatural powers."

"Enter the right experience in the Zen gate, and Samadhi is free to go east and west."

"Travel all over the ten directions, just seek the whereabouts of the Buddha."

"…."

The murmuring chanting echoed in the Buddhist temple, but the monk sitting cross-legged under the huge Buddha statue was gradually surging in his chest.

The ever-bright lamp held in the palm of the huge Buddha statue shone on the monk's face. Who else could it be but Shenhui of Da Guangming Mountain, who had a friendship with Yi Chen?

The chanting in the Buddhist temple suddenly became faster, and Shenhui's expression gradually eased after about half an hour.

Relying on the Heart Sutra of Buddhism and his own extraordinary Buddhist wisdom, he once again suppressed the demon in his heart.

Unconsciously, the moon was already in the middle of the sky. Shenhui opened his tightly closed eyes and let out a long breath.

At this moment, he turned his palm and took out the reply letter written by Yi Chen. The content of the letter was very simple, with only one word "behead" written with an iron pen and silver hook. Looking at the word is like looking at the person, and an unstoppable determination is revealed through the paper.

"Fellow Daoist Yichengzi, you asked my junior brother to bring a message to me, saying that Buddha has no impermanence, but has a true nature, and asked me if I am Shenhui or someone else now."

"In fact, you underestimated me, but I overestimated myself~" Shenhui sighed as he looked at the word "behead" on the white paper.

He is a Buddhist disciple of Daguangming Mountain. He is naturally intelligent and eloquent. He is also proficient in Buddhist scriptures. Most of the elders in the sect have been defeated in debates with him.

Therefore, the abbot of Daguangming Mountain, Xuanku, personally gave him the Dharma name, Shenhui.

He grew up in the temple since he was a child. His teachers loved him and his fellow disciples respected him. After only ten years of practice, his teachers and elders overcame all objections and promoted him to be a Buddhist disciple of Daguangming Mountain. What a favor and what an honor.

When he debated with Daozi, traveled around the world and returned to the Buddhist temple, he received the skills from many predecessors of Da Guangming Mountain, and thousands of memories and endless Buddha essence entered his body. After consuming many natural treasures and with the support of his teachers and elders, he jumped from a real person to a powerful cultivator of the third realm of breaking the limit.

In the past three years, he debated with the predecessors of Da Guangming Mountain in his mind every day, but he won one by one.

This is him - the son of Buddha Shenhui!

Today, the voice of the predecessors has not sounded in his mind for a long time. After absorbing and transforming the Buddha essence of many predecessors, his cultivation has climbed to the limit of the third realm of breaking the limit, which can be said to be a step to heaven.

"But, it's easy to defeat the thieves in the mountains, but it's hard to defeat the thieves in the heart, Taoist Master Yi~"

"Taoist Master asked me to raise my sword and cut off all the distracting thoughts, but those distracting thoughts are also me. How can I cut them off? How can I cut them off?"

"Is the Shenhui who cut herself with a knife still my Shenhui?"

When Shenhui thought of this, his face suddenly became indifferent, and the face of a woman appeared in his heart again.

This woman is not a beauty in the world, at best she can be called a country beauty.

When Shenhui first met her, she was wearing a big flowered jacket, a square blue and white cloth headscarf on her head, and she loved to eat pancakes with green onions.

Her name is Chun Ya, the daughter of a tenant farmer under the rule of the Great Power Tianlong Temple.

Rather than the first time Shenhui met her when he was chasing a vicious ghost, she was carrying two buckets and jumping on the ridges of the field, like a plum blossom deer that broke into the world in the spring.

Then, as expected, she was possessed by the ghost.

The process is not important.

What is important is that Shen Hui lingered in that village for many days, and he found that he actually fell in love with a girl named Chun Ya, who loved to eat pancakes with green onions, dared to catch frogs in the wild and roast them, and said "It's really hot".

No matter how much space is used to describe the beauty of love, it can't compare to a cat's cry in spring (meow nods.jpg).

In short, Shen Hui felt that he fell in love with her.

But he is a Buddhist of Da Guangming Mountain, and Chun Ya is just a tenant's daughter.

The three-month period has passed, no matter how Shen Hui finds excuses for himself and wants to do something for the people in the village, he can't drag it on.

In these three months, he can feel Chun Ya's love for him.

For example, he felt that the Daweide Tianlong Temple's cruel rule over the tenants was very lacking in virtue.

"I want to redeem this village and the woman in front of me."

"Master Yi, do you know?"

The rosary in Shenhui's hand gradually stopped, as if he was in deep memories, with a flash of pain on his face.

He took advantage of the night to leave without saying goodbye, and wanted to return to Da Guangming Mountain to ask his master to come forward, shock the Great Power Tianlong Temple, and allow him to return to the secular world and marry the Taoist partner named Chun Ya.

Of course, before returning to Da Guangming Mountain, he was more cautious and made a secret visit to the tenant village under the jurisdiction of Da Guangming Mountain.

The truth of the investigation made him both fortunate and sad.

If the tenants under the jurisdiction of the Great Power Tianlong Temple lived worse than pigs and dogs, then those in Da Guangming Mountain were like.

"Master, monks should suffer their minds, work their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies. I just want to suggest that we should work with the people as practitioners instead of living in the mountains and enjoying incense offerings. What's wrong with me?"

"So I went back to the mountain gate and told my uncle and master about this matter."

"As a result, I was very disappointed."

Recalling the scene in the hall in the past, Shenhui's face couldn't help but become slightly ferocious.

Whether it was the tenants at the foot of Daguangming Mountain or the tenants at the foot of Daweide Tianlong Temple, even if he was eloquent, he couldn't convince the monks in the temple to follow his advice.

The huge gap between practice and ideal is bigger than he imagined.

He was unexpectedly scolded by all the brothers and elders, and was confined for a month until he repeatedly promised to meet Chun Ya and then return to the Buddhist temple. Only then did he go with the permission of the master.

Recalling this, a flash of scarlet suddenly flashed in Shen Hui's eyes, and a bloody smell suddenly appeared in his memory.

Shen Hui, who was immersed in his memories, did not notice that the frequency of the black shadows of yellow leaves falling on the window shadows was gradually increasing, and a strange wave was transmitted from outside the window.

At this moment, a twisted black shadow suddenly appeared on the trunk of a big tree full of yellow leaves in the courtyard.

If there were Taoists from Longhu Mountain here, they would definitely be able to see that this beast was one of the three figures who besieged Longhu Mountain at the beginning.

The first one is the Demonic Blood Dragon Demon Marshal of the Demon Realm.

The second one is the Lord of Desire, the 'Old Heavenly Master'.

The third one is the evil shadow in black robes that descended on the evil bones.

It is the evil rat demon.

In the battle at Mount Longhu that day, it was almost sent away, and then it was chased by a peerless nun. If it hadn't been for its magical powers, it would have killed its evil body and 90% of its evil soul in time, and deceived the nun by using the method of replacing a dead body with a dead body, I'm afraid it would have died by now.

Fortunately, by chance, its residual soul possessed a young monk at Mount Daguangming, and unexpectedly discovered a cultivator with a huge flaw in his state of mind.

If it had been before, with its temper, it would have naturally done something big and dispersed early.

But now with its strength, let alone doing something big, any powerful monk can face it head-on.

After praising His Majesty Asna, it didn't move the monk who possessed it, but attached itself to a yellow tree outside the Buddhist temple, using the powerful secret method of the Amethyst Mother Realm to secretly erode and weaken the monk's mental defense line every day, accumulating strength for the future total attack.

If it could kill all the monks in the Great Light Mountain and absorb their spirits, blood and flesh, its cultivation would not only be able to recover to its peak state, but it might even be able to go further.

And now, the time is almost ripe.

It has been secretly accumulating for a long time, and now its spiritual power has recovered a lot. I don't know what the young monk is crazy about tonight, and his mood fluctuates greatly, which is just convenient for it to do the python swallowing dragon.

As for the reason that supports it to take risks, there is actually another reason. It has smelled a breath of His Majesty's descent. If it was still a dead dog before His Majesty came to this continent, His Majesty would have killed it personally without the help of the human realm cultivators.

There is no other reason. In the Purple Crystal Mother Realm, His Majesty Asna, who is known as the Lord of Evil, never keeps idle people.

When thinking of His Majesty Asna's methods, the evil rat demon felt cold in his heart, and even he absolutely did not want to face His Majesty's anger.

At this moment, the image of a Taoist suddenly flashed in the mind of the evil rat demon.

"This Niubi is really powerful. We have invaded and plundered many worlds in the Purple Crystal Mother Realm, but we have never seen such a fierce person who dares to destroy your majesty's plan again and again."

"Hehe~ I want to see how you die in the future!"

"No creature can escape unscathed after offending your majesty! Even the demon Buddha in the Flesh and Blood Mother Realm cannot ignore your majesty's will."

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In the Buddhist temple, Shenhui's memories are like slides.

He thought of the bloody scene in his memory again.

When he rushed back to the village where Chun Ya lived, he saw a cold corpse.

He, Shenhui, the first of the young generation of Da Guangming Mountain, is now a powerful monk who has an unfinished battle with the famous Daqin State Master of the Taoist sect. On that day, he found that he could not save anyone.

He could neither change the treatment of this tenant village nor the tragic fate of Chun Ya, let alone other things.

Chun Ya is dead.

Died the night before he arrived.

Coincidentally, two days before he arrived, a housekeeper of the Bai family under the Great Power Tianlong Temple took a fancy to Chun Ya and wanted to marry her home to take care of him who was over 60 years old.

Chun Ya didn't want to commit herself to him, and was disheartened by Shen Hui's sudden departure. After all, on the night she pretended to agree to housekeeper Bai, she pierced her heart with red scissors and fell in front of the dressing mirror.

She wanted to run away, but she knew that as long as she ran away, the unlucky ones would be the tenant farmers who gave birth to her and raised her.

So she had to die to achieve both, and there was no way to live.

There was no more words on the white paper, only four crooked big characters written - Chun Ya, clean. ”

The characters were taught to her by Shen Hui when they were together. Before, she had been pretending to be stupid and pretending that she couldn't learn it. She let Shen Hui hold her hand and write it again, but she still couldn't.

Shen Hui didn't expect that the first time he saw her handwriting would be in this scene.

She seemed to be sure that Shen Hui, who left without saying goodbye, would definitely come back to find her.

But she had no time.

"Stubborn, you stubborn!" Shen Hui's eyes suddenly burst into tears.

The memory was already full of blood.

When they first met, she ran towards the sun.

At the end, she dressed up and committed suicide in front of the dressing mirror.

If there was a choice, Shen Hui would rather he had never met her. There would be no end without a beginning.

Maybe in that way, she could accept the fate that she could not choose.

Like the ruins, she could live.

At this moment, the shadows of the yellow leaves falling on the windows of the Buddhist temple were becoming more and more dense.

Suddenly, a yellow leaf floated in from the gap of the Buddhist temple door. The blood-stained woman named Chun Ya in Shen Ye's mind suddenly opened her eyes.

She took out a pair of scissors, cut open her chest and abdomen, and took out a heart that was still beating and steaming.

"Shenhui, my heart is all yours!"

"Your master, in order to make you break your worldly ties, teamed up with the Great Power Tianlong Temple to let the Bai family force me to commit suicide. How long are you going to deceive yourself!!!"

"You coward, why don't you dare to help me get revenge."

"I... I'm in so much pain~ You know, I... I'm most afraid of pain~"

The woman holding the heart in her mind pressed forward and walked towards Shenhui.

"No! No! It's not like that, Chun Ya, I checked it out. It was the Great Power Tianlong Temple. They didn't know where they got the information about me. In order to strike at my Buddhist heart, they did this."

"They want to plant an indelible shadow in my heart for the rest of my life."

Suddenly, Shenhui's face became distorted, and he couldn't help but roar in pain in his mind.

"Who are you? Who are you? You are not Chun Ya!"

"I am not Chun Ya, so kill me, Shen! Hui! Master!"

"That's right, you are a Buddhist from Da Guangming Mountain, what am I?"

The woman in his mind began to poke his body with scissors, "Shen Hui, if you don't love me, why did you save me from that ghost that day?"

"You saved me and destroyed my chastity. You killed me together!!!"

"The ghost's magic was too vicious before he died. I..."

"No, that's not right!"

"Who are you? You are definitely not Chun Ya!"

At this moment, the Buddhist rhythm that Shen Hui had practiced for many years began to ripple, and it began to warn.

He hurriedly sat cross-legged and silently recited the Heart Sutra, trying to cut off the evil thoughts in his heart.

At this moment, a huge black skull smoke suddenly emerged from the yellow leaves that entered the Buddhist temple and sank into Shen Hui's body.

The thoughts of Buddha and devil began to clash in Shen Hui's body.

The lights in the solemn Qinglan Buddhist Temple began to flicker, and for a moment, a thick shadow was cast on the huge Buddha statue on the wide lotus pond.

The Buddha statue seemed to smile, and there was something evil in the smile.

"The world is like a prison, where is the Tathagata Buddha!"

For a moment, strange whispers echoed from the Qinglan Buddhist Temple.

"The world is like a prison, where is the Tathagata Buddha!"

"Shenhui betrayed me!"

"Shenhui, I'm in so much pain, save me!"

"Shenhui, kill them and avenge me, otherwise I will die with my eyes open!"

….

….

At this moment.

Under the night, the melancholy voice of a Taoist priest was echoing in the sky.

"Don't cry, my beloved."

"Tonight I will bloom like a flower."

"Wither at the most beautiful moment, and your tears cannot save my withering."

"Don't cry, my beloved."

"You know I will never wake up again."

"...."

The Taoist who was rushing towards Kutuo Temple in the sky was naturally Yi Chen.

When he was on his way, he happened to see a big opera being performed in a village, and Yi Chen went to watch it for a while out of boredom.

Thanks to his hook literature, now all kinds of drama culture in Zhongzhou are full of vitality and all things are competing.

For example, the play he saw today was very interesting.

This is a story about a monk who accidentally found a ghost possessed by a peasant girl while chasing a ghost, and finally rolled the sheets by accident, but he couldn't get the love, and the woman was finally forced to death, and there were also some conflicts of interest.

The story was bloody enough, and Yi Chengzi admired it very much. He threw down a huge sum of 200 taels of silver on the spot and became the top brother of the list.

This plot is great, it's so good, it's so rotten that it's new, and so vulgar that it's so good, it's worth a reward!

This shows that the dramatists in Zhongzhou have jumped out of the rut of landlords and rich people, and have started to target monks, which is a big step.

This troupe from the vicinity of the Great Power Tianlong Temple is quite good~

"Hey, mess with people!"

Looking at the huge Buddhist temple in the distance, Yi Chen stopped singing, and a murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The god of death is coming to collect people.

This Kutuo Temple had protected the Great Power Tianlong Temple in the past, which was simply not giving Yichengzi face, and he had to do it.

Under the night sky, fog suddenly rose.

Kutuo Temple suddenly fell into a shadow.

The surging poems suddenly resounded through the mountains and ridges, and its momentum was majestic and unique.

"Full of praise, full of slander, kill, kill, kill, wield the halberd in the world, famous in all directions!"

"My body is like cotton wool, I walk alone, kill, kill, scare the world, walk alone on the great road!"