He felt empty in his heart.
He was fine when he came here, but when he was about to leave, he felt like he had lost something and was missing something
So, I just wanted to find something to fill it.
That monk.
Or the three volumes of the Buddha's collection.
If there was anything else in the world that could fill this strange emptiness in his heart, it would probably be the same, right? One is the person who makes him nostalgic, and the other is the highest level of martial arts in the world.
In this state of madness, Shen Du did not pull himself out, nor did he want to pull himself out, but in this drunken haze, stepping on the west-sloping sun, walking through the Bukong Mountains. middle.
All the formations that have been overturned have been unable to trap his footsteps.
It is as leisurely as walking in his own yard, and there is even a lazy state of support.
The breeze blew up the corners of his robe and his ink hair, as if it was about to blend in with the ink-splashing landscape, and there was a kind of harmony between the light of the sky and the light of water.
The ice and snow between his brows seemed to be the undissolved ice and snow on the top of the mountain.
Cold and lonely, but also surprisingly clean.
Shen Duben is not a mediocre person. He has followed the monk many times, and it is not the first time he has broken in, so even if there are some subtle changes in the formation, he has noticed it.
He avoided it without changing his face.
After a while, I saw the magnificent Zen courtyard again.
The high and low shadows of the meditation room and the Buddhist hall soon overlapped with what he saw when he fled at night two days ago, but there was no monk who stood high on the pagoda, dressed in white like snow.
I don't know...
Is he in the Thousand Buddha Hall again, waiting for him
"Good, good..."
The low voice, when reciting this name, is like a sigh, even if it is indifferent without the slightest fluctuation, it will give people the illusion of a graceful flow like a secluded spring.
Shen Du was carrying it with one hand, and the dark purple robe was swayed by the wind, making him look more like a thick cloud. But the expression on his face was very relaxed, and there was even a weird smile on his lips.
There is no thought of hiding his traces at all.
He only took a breath, stepped on the row of glazed roofs, and flew directly to the Thousand Buddhas Hall.
I don't know if it's this time, the monks are still doing evening classes, or they are all going to eat fast food, and there are not many people walking around the temple.
Because he came all the way so boldly, no one noticed.
The roof of the Thousand Buddhas Hall, which was smashed by Shen Dujedi when he escaped a few days ago, has already been marked with new wood, covered with new tiles, painted with new colorful paintings, and repaired.
If it didn't look too new, he almost thought he was dreaming.
Neither had that thrilling night, nor had he suffered a big loss at Shanzai's hands, nor had he smashed through the roof of the hall and fled in a hurry.
At the moment of approaching this hall, Shen Du felt a strange longing in his heart.
With his cultivation, he could not feel that there was anyone inside, or that there was indeed no one inside.
But he unexpectedly hoped that his feelings would go wrong again. He hoped that there was someone inside. He hoped that it was the one who had beaten him seriously, Zenzai, and hoped to fight against him again...
Maybe not necessarily to be ashamed.
But this must be a hearty battle, even if it may cost him everything and fall into a situation where he can be slaughtered.
What's wrong with that
It's always better than the feeling of being dominated by the emptiness in this heart at the moment.
He landed in front of the Thousand Buddhas Hall. If you ignore his clothes that are out of place and out of place, and just look at the expression on his face, people will think that he is an ordinary believer who came here to seek enlightenment.
He stepped into the hall without even covering up the sound of his footsteps.
There was no one in the hall, just as empty as his heart.
Only the incense table in front of the futon is enshrined with a snow lotus and a stick of incense sticks; Sakyamuni's body is plated with gold, and the Buddha lights next to his head are painted in colorful paintings, and the shadows of the gods and dragons are hidden inside.
He looked down at Shen Du sympathetically, his eyes were like that of the dumb monk.
Shen Du was a little dazed for a while.
He couldn't tell whether this Buddha's eyes were similar to that of the monk, or the monk's eyes were similar to this Buddha's.
Or, they are not similar at all, but he has that vision in his heart, so everything looks alike.
Standing before this Buddha for a long time.
Shen Du didn't know how long he had been standing. When he looked away from the Buddha's eyes, the sun was shining on the window paper, and it was already red.
No one came and no one found him.
He walked to the apse with ease, and glanced at it, it was clean and clean, and the faint scent of white sandalwood permeated everywhere.
He didn't like the scent.
Because this incense is not special, but when he smells it, he always thinks of the monk.
So this time, Shen Du didn't stay in the apse for long.
He found the box and crate he saw last time, and opened it again. Inside was the snow-white monk's robe, cleaned and folded neatly.
From this, it can be seen that the legendary Zenya should be a very self-disciplined person.
only…
So what does that have to do with him
Today, he just came to take what he wanted to take away.
Shen Du leaned over, stretched his slender fingers to the box, hooked it lightly, and hooked the string of beads, which were slightly lighter than ordinary agarwood, between his fingers.
Eighteen beads, also hung with Buddha's head.
It seemed that all the grains were perfectly round, but when he grabbed one of them and looked at the reddish sky outside through the small hole with the rope, he found the clue.
"The technique of public defeat, skillfully seizes good fortune."
The light from the sky fell into his pupils through the small hole, and there were vaguely small and indistinguishable handwritings! Shen Du couldn't help but sighed in admiration, and the smile on his lips was also stained with a hint of evil.
"This kind of ingenious Tibetan method, no wonder everyone has achieved nothing for many years..."
Over the years, there have been hundreds, if not thousands, of strange people who have visited this Tianji Temple.
Things can be said to be right under their noses.
But one is guarded by the wise monk Shanzai, whose martial arts are amazing; the other is so blatant and ingenious, who can find out
If it weren't for the coincidence of that day, and because he had contacted the monk of Tianji Temple first, and had weighed the Buddhist beads of the dumb monk, he would not have doubted the string of beads in the box from the weight.
It is clear that there is a structure inside, and some carvings are empty.
Wu Sheng Lou looks east!
Being pursued by the world, he was able to fight against death, and he still had the strength to escape to the Tianji Temple. In the end, he was converted to Buddhism when he died. How powerful is it to be called a "sacred" word
The three volumes of the Buddha's collection contain all of what he has learned in his life, how many people should covet
At this moment, they are all in his palm.
It stands to reason that Shen Du should feel an unprecedented achievement, even surpassing ten thousand people, and is about to touch the agitation of the highest level of martial arts in the world.
But he had nothing in his heart.
There is no sorrow.
No joy either.
Just hanging this string of Buddha beads on the wrist, when I walked out of the Buddhist temple, I inexplicably remembered the person who shot fiercely that night, and the snow-like shadow.
Since you have come, how can you be anonymous
Shen Du was in a really bad mood, so he just pulled out the Rainbow Sword, and with a pick of the sword's tip, he left a line of words on the columns on both sides of the Buddha statue in the Thousand Buddha Hall!
Crazy handwriting!
Every stroke and every stroke is an irresistible murderous intent and ill-will!
After the last stroke was completed, his mood was still not calm. When the last light in the sky disappeared into the heavy shadows of the mountains, his figure also disappeared from the Thousand Buddhas Hall.
In the Zen courtyard, the sound of drums beating.
At this time, people came out from everywhere, and there were a lot of people in the temple hall for a while.
It's just that when two little novices who added sesame oil everywhere took the sesame oil and walked into the Thousand Buddhas Hall, and looked up, they were all shocked.
After looking at each other for a while, they ran away without saying a word!
Hissing shouts, accompanied by their escape, spread throughout the temple—
"Not good! Not good!!!"
"A thief broke into the temple!"
"Senior Brother Shanzai, Brother Shanzai!"
…
The monk was standing in front of the Buddhist altar in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, holding a volume of Huayan Sutra in his hand and reading it carefully, trying to use the dense scriptures on it to calm the little weird waves in his heart.
The Buddhist scriptures say:
All the evil deeds I have done in the past were born from the beginningless greed, hatred and delusion, from the body, speech and mind. I now repent of everything...
Quiet and quiet environment, full of Zen scriptures.
Soon, it did have some effect.
He will no longer think about the relapse of his precepts, nor will he think about the face of the devil, nor will he always hear his really deviant invitation...
Gradually, it also sank into the sublime sublime of the scriptures themselves.
Until the hoarse shout from outside pulled him out of this immersion, like a sword, and stabbed him sharply. For a moment, he was inexplicably trembling for a moment.
It seems that something unpleasant has happened.
In the midst of the chaos, he still remembered to put the volume of "Huayan Sutra" back to its original place, and then hurried down the stairs, exited the Sutra Collection Pavilion, and walked towards the Thousand Buddhas Hall in the rear.
A snow-white monk's robe, bright in the coming night.
Although the footsteps were fast, they were not chaotic at all, stepping on the sound of the twilight drum that resounded throughout the temple, and quickly arrived at the front of the hall.
Almost as soon as he appeared, someone noticed him.
Great monks, little novices, respected elders, or ordinary monks, all turned to look at him. Their gazes swept across his clear and jade-like face, and then fell down for no apparent reason.
Only a few little novices called out timidly, "Senior Brother Shanzai..."
The monk rarely responded.
Not even nodding.
He was only vaguely aware that something big had happened, and it was something he didn't want to see at all.
But the fact is, it happened.
Really.
The abbot of Tianji Chanyuan, the abbot of Yuanmie Fang, was not far away. After hearing the news, he rushed over and already understood what happened.
He was old and had a gray face and held a golden Zen staff.
Seeing the monk come in, he shook his head, raised his palms and sighed, "Amitabha, sin, sin."
"… "
The monk's footsteps stopped when Master Yuanmie sighed. At this time, he couldn't take even one step forward!
In the center of the Thousand Buddhas Hall is the Buddha with a majestic appearance, looking down at the world with compassion.
As if looking down at him.
In front of the Buddha, he was irrefutable, deceitful, and concealed, just as naked as a human being when he was born.
Incense case, censer, lotus...
None of the fittings have changed.
Only the two lotus posts on both sides of the Buddha statue that have been standing here for 600 years, the verses carved by people in the past have been blurred and indistinguishable, and only the cluster of new sword-carved handwritings are shocking!
- The monk Hui is good, but it's nothing!
At the moment of recognizing these eight characters, the monk only felt something surging up from the bottom of his heart, tearing at him like a violent beast, tearing his whole person and his whole clear mind down, biting him. Gotta smash!
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood immediately spilled onto the snow-white monk's robe, adding a tinge of redness that was too scary to look directly at, but it made his face even paler.
"Good?!" Grandmaster Yuanmie was shocked.
But the monk he called "Shanzai" didn't seem to hear anything, just slowly raised his hand and pressed the position of his heart, as if there was some terrible pain tormenting him there.
In his mind, there are actually all kinds of illusions intertwined.
For a while, the unscrupulous devil said, I am a sick person, can I have some meat to eat? At one point, the deceitful demon asked, if you are a monk, are your precepts very strict...
All shapes and sizes finally came together.
became that sentence-
Would you like to join me
Would you like to join him
The monk couldn't tell what he felt in his heart at this moment, and even only by firmly holding on to this heart could he be sure that it was still here.
He raised his eyes and swept over the eight characters, but he felt like he was being delayed!
Hui monk is good
But er.
He could even imagine the carelessness of the corners of his eyes and brows when the other party said these four words, even with a bit of arrogance that the world can't compete with.
Cut meat to feed the eagle.
Feeding tigers.
That is the Buddha. Ordinary people who cut their flesh and sacrifice their bodies cannot convert the eagle and the tiger, but in vain, they will kill more people in this world.
Like melancholy, like sadness, like bitterness, like hate.
The originally vague sympathy between the monk's brows was suddenly dyed a little darker, and he hadn't opened his mouth for nine months, giving his ice-spring jade-like voice a jerky hoarseness.
"Shen, alone..."