Chapter 706 True Death (22)

Chapter 706 True Death (2/2)

It took a full quarter of an hour for the True Buddha to realize that there was another Zen Master Wu Mu present.

A golden light flashed, and the Buddhist Kingdom that had just been broken was then restored, as if nothing had happened.

But Xuan Kong's previous questioning still echoed in the ears of Zen Master Wu Mu, making him terrified.

Xuan Kong, how dare you...

How dare you!

Wu Mu is the Zen Master of the Discipline Hall. Although the Zen Masters here are not likable, everyone knows that he is an indispensable part of Buddhism.

Therefore, although Xuan Kong does not like him, he will still give Wu Mu the necessary respect and give him a cup of tea when he comes.

And Wu Mu also knows that he is not likable, but he doesn't care.

Although the means are not very glorious, he claims that he is extremely sincere to the Buddhist Kingdom and has no second thoughts.

Therefore, he will let Xuan Kong escape, because he knows that Xuan Kong is sincere to the Buddhist Kingdom, even not inferior to himself.

Now, being possessed by the devil is just a mistake. When the True Buddha calms down, he can ask the True Buddha to wash away his demonic nature, enter the reincarnation again, and return as a good monk.

But now, everything is ruined.

An immortal master fell into the eighteen levels of hell. The anger of the True Buddha is clearly seen by the entire Buddhist sect. The faction headed by Xuankong will inevitably be excluded, and the Buddhist sect will usher in a new wave of internal strife.

And the cause of everything is Xuankong.

So, Xuankong, how dare you!

After cursing Xuankong in his heart, Wumu suddenly heard the voice of the True Buddha ringing in his ears: "Master Wumu."

Containing his own emotions, Wumu began to practice the "Zhengxin Jue" to eliminate his own negative emotions and make his Buddhist heart as peaceful as an ancient well.

After a few breaths, Master Wu Mu, who had calmed down, bowed and said, "Disciple is here."

"Xuan Kong has been possessed by a demon. I have already sent him to the underworld and he will never be reborn. As a Zen master of the Discipline Hall, you did not notice the abnormality of the Zen master. Do you know your mistake?"

The corners of Master Wu Mu's mouth trembled a few times, and he felt a little tight in his chest.

Looking around, he found that many disciples had rushed here and were looking at him calmly at this time, which made him feel embarrassed.

He worked diligently and constantly searched for illegalities without any slackness.

But today, he was reprimanded by the True Buddha in front of all the disciples. This feeling was really embarrassing.

However, he still slowly prostrated himself, and after paying homage, he said, "Disciple knows his mistake."

"In this case, you are responsible for eliminating Xuan Kong's influence, eradicating the other party's words and deeds, and making sure Xuan Kong dies again."

Hearing this, Wu Mu knew that the True Buddha was really angry.

For Buddhist monks, the destruction of the physical body does not matter, after all, they can enter the reincarnation again and re-prove the realm.

But spiritual death is a more difficult form to accept.

The path of reincarnation will be cut off, and his master will no longer guide him. He will fall into the underworld forever and will never be able to come out.

Not only that, Xuankong's previous remarks will be found one by one, and all will be wiped out, leaving no one.

Wumu has done this three times.

Every time he wiped out the other party, Wumu thought he was making a profit for the Buddha Kingdom and making the Buddha Kingdom go further.

But today, his ears still echoed Xuankong's shouting before falling into the underworld. One question after another seemed to pierce his chest like a sharp knife, making him feel the Buddha's heart tremble, but he was constantly thinking about Xuankong's words.

"Wumu, did you hear it?"

The shouting of the True Buddha made Wumu wake up from a dream, and he quickly said: "Disciple knows."

"Very good, go."

The Buddha's light of the True Buddha dissipated, but Wumu did not get up, but lay on the ground for a long time until everyone else left.

After getting up, he entered the Zen temple of Master Xuankong and found that the disciples here had been waiting for a long time.

Unlike Wumu who was only reprimanded, the disciples here looked ashen, but they dared not show it.

Xuankong was possessed by the devil, and they were also affected. Not only would they not have a Zen master to teach them, but they would also be punished to enter the reincarnation, constantly reincarnating for hundreds of generations in the three paths of animals, hungry ghosts and hell, until the true Buddha showed mercy and allowed them to leave.

The entire Zen temple, 6,371 people, all stood here at this time, quietly letting Master Wumu verify their identities.

After Master Wumu allowed it, everyone sat quietly in the yard, chanted "Buddha has mercy" together, and then closed their eyes and passed away.

Although no one spoke just now, the breathing, heartbeats and their respective Buddha hearts merged into one, still making this place have some atmosphere.

But now, all 6,371 people have died, and the noisy voices just now disappeared in an instant, which made this place extremely lonely in an instant.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum, one look!

Looking at the remains in front of him, Master Wumu was silent for a long time, and finally said, "Give them a proper burial."

Then, dozens of disciples from the Discipline Hall rushed out, moved all the remains of these disciples out, and then took out the scriptures here and destroyed them one by one.

Xuankong had reincarnated for hundreds of lives, and in each life he left a large number of books and instruments here, which were important treasures in the Zen temple.

There were no more than ten Zen masters like Xuankong in the entire Buddhist country. This disposal was a major loss for the Buddhist country, but Wumu had to do it.

The scriptures began to be burned. These scriptures were all written on rue paper, and each one required ten mortals to work hard for half a month, but now they were all turned into firewood.

The piercing fragrance filled the courtyard, and countless beautiful words turned into bubbles. Even the iron-faced and impartial disciples of the Discipline Hall could not bear it, but they could do nothing about it.

This was the will of the True Buddha, a will that no one in the Buddha Kingdom could violate. The last person who dared to resist had fallen into the underworld, and they did not want to repeat the same mistake.

These scriptures were burned for half a month before they stopped.

Then, more important magic tools were brought out, and these magic tools were to be decomposed one by one, leaving none behind.

Each magic tool was exquisitely crafted and widely used, and some of them were unique.

In the past, these magic tools would make people feel heartbroken just by leaving a dent, but now they can only be burned one by one, and none of them can be left behind.

After the magic tools disappeared, it was the turn of the buildings here.

Every flower, grass, brick and tile here were carefully refined by the disciples of the Zen temple here.

Although the grass and trees are ruthless, because they are contaminated with the breath of Xuankong, they still have to be eliminated, and nothing can be left behind.

After that, the letters sent by Xuankong, the golden statues he had sculpted, the scriptures written on the walls... all these things he had left behind would also be removed.

Finally, a gag order would be issued, and no one in the Buddhist community would be able to talk about Xuankong from now on.

Within three years, this person would disappear, and Xuankong would truly die.

However, no one expected that Wumu, who was supposed to thoroughly implement the will of the True Buddha, would leave behind something.

That was Xuankong's golden book.