"The Son..."
In the thick shadow beside the dead tree, Qu Zhengfeng stood with his hands behind his back, watching the figures of Jianchou, Liaokong and Yangjin disappear in different directions of the holy mountain. There was a hint of thought in his eyes. He muttered something and then looked at the Zen Master Xuelang who was sitting cross-legged.
"Master, do you know what kind of existence the so-called 'Son of God' is?"
There were no particularly clean stones on the ground, not even any dry rotten leaves. All the trees at the foot of the Holy Snow Mountain had been leafless for more than ten generations.
In the sky, the stars and the moon are dim.
Everything above the snowy area turned into an oppressive scarlet under the backdrop of the holy sacrificial formation above.
Zen Master Xuelang sat cross-legged on the ground, his snow-white monk robe was stained with dust mixed with ice and snow, but he didn't care at all, as if he was indifferent no matter where he was or when, or what situation he was in.
In the slender palm, the Buddhist beads turned gently.
After hearing what Qu Zhengfeng said, he smiled kindly and asked, "Fellow Daoist Yangjin has mentioned that the Holy Son is a Buddha's Son, a special being summoned from the reincarnation of a hundred generations. Regarding the new secrets, fellow Daoist Yangjin knows much more than I do. Since you have doubts in your heart, why didn't you ask just now?"
"… "
It was said that all the three Zen masters were great and had reached the state of perfection. Qu Zhengfeng did not quite believe it at first, especially he did not quite believe that Zen Master Xuelang, who had been troubled by the word "emotion", could also have great wisdom. But the moment he heard that rhetorical question, he knew he was still biased.
He doesn't know whether he has great wisdom or not, but his insight into details is truly terrifying.
At this moment, the two men's eyes met. Master Xuelang's eyes were calm and obscure, but Qu Zhengfeng's eyes revealed an indescribable sharpness.
But after a while, he finally laughed.
"As expected of one of the three great Zen masters, I didn't ask just now because Fellow Daoist Jianchou was still here. This junior sister Qu has her own principles in judging people and things. When she mentioned this 'Saint Son Jiye' just now, I knew that she had made a judgment in her heart and did not regard this Saint Son as an enemy. Not everyone can be the senior sister of Yashan, and I will not question her judgment, but I have my own doubts in my heart. Of course, it is more appropriate to ask the Zen master in private." ωＷＷ.166xs.cc
Zen Master Xuelang just smiled and said nothing.
Qu Zhengfeng did not continue what he had just said, but continued to ask about the Holy Son: "Please forgive my rudeness. The Xinmi Sect is not a legitimate sect. It is incredible that this group of malicious people could summon the so-called 'son of Buddha' from the reincarnation of hundreds of generations. Is this so-called Jiye really a 'son of Buddha' and not some scary monster?"
At this point, he paused, looked up at the formation, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Or to ask more rudely, is this Saint Son Jiye really a 'human'?"
Holy Son Jiye, is he really a human being
Zen Master Xuelang clasped his hands together and, like Qu Zhengfeng, looked upwards. His eyes, which concealed a melancholy and a sense of understanding, showed a bit of compassion for the world. He chanted a Buddhist name and sighed softly, "When did I ever say that the Holy Son Jiye was a 'human'?"