"Traitor, you betrayed your master and ancestors, betrayed the Buddha, and devoted yourself to the devil's way. Sooner or later, you will die a miserable death!"
The old monk glared at the man in black robe, with a hint of despair in his eyes.
"Master, Master, are you okay? Wuwuwu... Brother Huixin, why did you hurt Master? Don't you remember how Master taught you and how he taught you?"
The young monk Huineng, with tears all over his face, ran over and helped the old monk up, his eyes filled with anger and sadness.
The black-robed man trembled slightly, and a trace of struggle appeared in his eyes, but then he became cold and ruthless and said: "Junior brother, as long as you hand over the Prajna Sutra, I promise not to kill you! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless today!"
"Don't even think about it!"
The old monk's face was as pale as gold paper, revealing a tragic yet resolute look.
"You don't know what life and death is! If that's the case, then let's destroy the Prajna Temple today!"
The black-robed man's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he immediately pounced towards the old monk and the young monk.
The old monk was now at the end of his strength and on the verge of death. He had no way to resist at all. He could only close his eyes in despair, and two lines of tears flowed out.
Let him die, it’s a pity that the inheritance of Prajna Temple was cut off, and Huineng was still young and had to die with him.
Boom!
But at this moment, a black stream of light reached an extremely fast speed and instantly attacked the man in black robe. It contained an extremely terrifying power, which made the man in black robe's face change. He did not dare to take it with his bare hands. He quickly summoned a scarlet-gold ring knife, bursting out with unparalleled holy power, and slashed down at the black stream of light.
Snap!
A terrifying divine light exploded, and the man in black robe felt as if he had crashed into an incomparably hard ancient sacred mountain. His whole body trembled violently, and the knife in his hand actually broke into pieces.
The black streak of light was a small black seal, which directly hit the black-robed man’s chest and blasted him away!
"who are you?"
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the black-robed man's mouth, and he stared at a figure flying towards him from a distance.
He was a young man in white, handsome and heroic, with an extraordinary temperament, a head full of flying black hair, and extremely cold eyes, which contained a strong murderous intent!
It’s Ling Xiao!
"You have joined the demon clan, betrayed your teacher and destroyed your ancestors. Everyone can kill you! How do you want to die?"
Ling Xiao stared at the man in black robe and said coldly.
Ling Xiao originally had no intention of interfering, but when he found out that the man in black was actually a Buddhist disciple who betrayed his master and ancestors, defected to the demon clan, and turned around to kill his teacher and fellow apprentice, Ling Xiao was immediately enraged.
The remnants of the demon clan, those who betrayed their teacher and destroyed their ancestors, must die no matter which one of them, there is no room for negotiation!
"Just you? With your mere rank of 2nd-turn half-saint, do you really think that you can act wildly in front of me just because you have a powerful holy treasure? Boy, your holy treasure is pretty good. I gladly accept it!"
The man in black robe sneered, and suddenly a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. A black and gold demon-subduing pestle appeared in his palm. It was heavy and ancient, exuding a powerful holy power.
The top-level semi-holy treasure was just smashed into pieces by the Fantian Seal. The man in black robe knew the extraordinaryness of the Fantian Seal, so he directly sacrificed a powerful holy treasure.
In his opinion, Ling Xiao was just a second-level half-saint who relied on the power of the holy treasure. There was nothing to be afraid of.
"It's actually the Fantian Seal of the War God Temple? Could he be the new Lord of the War Temple?"
The old monk in the distance showed a trace of doubt in his eyes and muttered to himself.
"The Fantian Seal of the War God Temple? Master, can this donor defeat Senior Brother Huixin? If not, then we will all be in trouble!"
Huineng stared with his cute big eyes and said with some anticipation and some worry.
"Don't worry! With the Fantian Seal, he will definitely not lose! Huineng, remember not to call Huixin Senior Brother in the future. He is a traitor. You must kill him in the future to avenge the entire Prajna Temple!"
The old monk stared at Huineng and spoke, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and his breath instantly became extremely weak, almost dying.
The old monk had already suffered extremely serious injuries. This time he was risking his life to fight Huixin, but ended up adding insult to injury. It was already his last breath.
He had been holding on until now, but after seeing Ling Xiao appear and Huineng was safe and sound, he could no longer hold on.
"Master, Master, you can't die. What will I do if you die? Master, wuwuwu..."
The young monk Huineng hugged the old monk, his face filled with unstoppable tears. He cried so sadly that his face was all red.
"Silly child, what joy is there in life, and what pain is there in death? I have simply returned to the embrace of the Buddha! If one day you can enter the Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pond, perhaps we will meet again! Huineng, follow him in the future, he should be a good man!"
The old monk smiled at Huineng, his face full of kindness and reluctance. He touched Huineng's little head, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
Buzz!
The old monk forced himself to sit cross-legged, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, looked kind, and silently recited the scripture: "Avalokitesvara
When a bodhisattva practices the profound prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all suffering.
"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. The same is true of feeling, perception, mental formations and consciousness..."
As the old monk's chanting sounded, brilliant Buddha light appeared in the surrounding void, as if the door to the void was opened, the flowers of the avenue fell, the void in all directions shook, and the old monk's body began to slowly turn into a rain of light.
"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither born nor destroyed, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, in the void there is no form, no feeling, no thought, no consciousness, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind, no color, sound, smell, taste, touch, or dharma..."
“… Therefore the Prajna Paramita mantra is spoken. That is to say, the mantra is: Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha.”
As the old monk finished his last sentence, his whole body shone brightly and instantly turned into a dazzling rain of light and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Amitabha!"
The young monk Huineng put his palms together, chanted the Buddha's name softly, his mouth choked with sobs and tears streaming down his face.
Boom!
Ling Xiao, controlling the Fantian Seal, collided with Hui Xin's Demon Subduing Pestle, instantly knocking Hui Xin flying again, and directly smashed a large human-shaped hole in the distant mountain wall.
"Um?"
There was a gleam of light in Ling Xiao's eyes. At this moment, he also noticed the movement of the old monk's transformation. He couldn't help feeling a little sad, but the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense.
(End of this chapter)