As soon as the words came out, Shen Du was stunned.
At this moment, there was a slight dizziness in the whole person, as if something suddenly hit the head, and it buzzed.
Is he crazy
Gu Zhao on the opposite side obviously did not expect that he would suddenly say this answer, and was looking at him with a very strange and subtle gaze.
After all, the attitude he showed earlier was somewhat resistant.
Maybe now Gu Zhao is thinking about what conspiracy he might have.
But Shen Du swore: At the moment when the words came out, he didn't think about anything, just thought of the monk, and subconsciously agreed.
Not empty mountains.
Tianji Temple.
Bamboo Sea Bamboo House.
monk.
Zen fragrance.
Scripture.
Picture after picture passed through his mind, but what finally stayed was not the danger when he fought against the monk Zenzai in the night, nor the drunken madness when he carved the provocative characters in the Thousand Buddha Hall, but...
In front of the bamboo house, under the eaves.
The monk's eyes were clear, and he smiled slightly in the flickering light.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Gu Zhao laughed, but there was a little more wonder in the eyes that looked at him.
Shen Du returned to his senses a little, and subconsciously touched his forehead with his fingertips, as if he wanted to suppress something in his heart, he only smiled slowly and replied to Gu Zhao: "You see I have a brain problem. look like?"
"picture?"
Gu Zhao repeated a sentence with a strange look on his face.
"You Shen Du, don't you have a problem with your brain all the time?"
This is really speechless.
yes.
In the eyes of the world, how could he have no problems? If he is mad every day, that is normal; if he is normal one day, I am afraid that others will be scared crazy.
So Gu Zhao's words immediately let Shen Du know what a stupid question he was asking: "Isn't this even better? There is someone you can trust and have worked with for a long time, but something goes wrong. Shouldn't you be happy to promise to do something big with you again?"
"That's right..."
However, Shen Du's fault does not mean that he thinks Shen Du is a fool. In Gu Zhao's eyes, there is still a bit of unconcealed exploration.
"But I always feel that you promise me that there are other purposes besides the three volumes of the Buddha's collection."
"yes?"
Shen Du raised his eyebrows, and the end of his eyes, which were originally long and narrow, also added a different flavor with this slight movement.
"It's the first immortal of Pengshan, if you say there is, then there is."
"why?"
Gu Zhao didn't talk nonsense with him, he asked directly.
Shen Du did not answer for the time being.
He got up from his seat, stepped only on the thin layer of stone chips on the ground, stood on the edge of this extremely high cliff, and looked far away.
The sun is blazing, the Tianji Temple is not empty of the Buddha's top, and it is bright and magnificent.
It was obviously far apart, but he seemed to be able to hear Sanskrit sounds.
With his back facing him, Gu Zhao couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only hear his voice that became faint in the mountains.
"Being famous for myself, no one has ever made me suffer such a big loss, and I have always been a vengeful person. Gu Zhao, you say, if that wise monk is good, see me again, and I will still carry the martial arts in an upright manner. What kind of expressions should the descendants of the sage go to ask for three volumes of the Buddha's collection?"
The gentleman remembers kindness, and the villain remembers revenge.
As soon as Shen Du said these words, Gu Zhao suddenly felt reasonable and reasonable: Yes, the Shen Du he knew was such a person who would retaliate.
At the same time, he is willful, fickle, and has a bad temper.
only…
Squinting his eyes slightly, Gu Zhao finally asked the question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time: "Seeing that you hate that Hui Seng Shanzai so much, it must be the person who broke into the Thousand Buddhas Hall that night. But you escaped. Judging from the situation on that day, even if you have the ability, the injury cannot be recovered quickly. If you fight against Shanzai, it will definitely worsen the situation. The Shen Daozhu who appears in front of Gu is now unscathed, better than the past. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, Gu can't believe it. What chance did you get?"
chance
Shen Du laughed.
Afraid of evil.
"You asked, but I don't want to answer you, I'm not in the mood." He clearly said that he didn't want to answer, so he only looked back at Gu Zhao, "You said that the descendants of Wu Sheng are in your hands, but I don't dare to believe it. You Gu Zhaosheng Being deceitful, deceiving people in this world is an easy thing, I have to be careful. This person, you have to show me first."
"Don't worry, that's what I meant."
Gu Zhaoke never expected Shen Du to cooperate with him so easily. After all, he was one of the few people who knew his true face in this arena.
"It's better to hit the sun if you choose another day. That kid is thirty miles away in Yiyang City. I'll take you to meet him."
"Let's go then."
Shen Du is alone now, and he is not in a hurry to return to the demon path to clean up the mess. He just greeted Gu Zhao, tapped his toes, and jumped, like a flying crane, towards the southeast.
Bukong Mountain is a place of right and wrong at this moment, and Gu Zhaozi doesn't want to stay for a long time.
He came here to wait for Shen Du, because he had already arranged everything on Pengshan's side, so there was no hesitation at this moment. Shen Du went first, and he followed.
In less than a moment, the two figures disappeared in the east of this rolling hills.
Another half an hour passed.
Under this lonely peak, a series of dense footsteps finally came. It was actually a group of more than a dozen monks with grim faces and hurried footsteps, coming from the west and heading east.
The jug that had been dropped by Gu Zhao earlier fell into the stream and was torn apart.
The wine is mixed into the stream water, and the aroma of the wine is scattered into the air.
already faded away.
But while walking here, the monk in a snow-white robe suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the fragments of the jug scattered among the crevices of the rocks in the mountain stream.
"Senior Brother Shanzai, what's wrong?"
Shanming, another great monk with a sullen face, who was walking a little ahead, noticed his pause, and couldn't help but stop, and asked something strange.
Just looking at the white-robed monk's eyes, he hid a bit of worry.
The eight words on the Thousand Buddhas Hall yesterday had almost spread throughout the entire Chanyuan. Even the monks who were indifferent to the world could faintly smell the blood and blood that was approaching them.
Three volumes of the Buddha's possession were stolen.
How creepy is this
But it actually happened, and it happened right under the eyes of the entire Chanyuan, and under the watchful eyes of the first person of the new generation of Tianji Chanyuan, Shanzai.
This is a big thing, how can it not be shaken
I don't know how many people on the rivers and lakes are coveting this thing, and hiding it in the Tianji Temple has already made them very dissatisfied. Now that the Buddha's treasure has been stolen, if others find out, what kind of turbulence should be caused
The Zen courtyard has always had a detached status on the rivers and lakes.
Although no one said it explicitly, how could the rest of the sects be used to seeing it? It's all just a matter of ignoring.
Once you get the chance, plus the matter of the Buddha's possession...
Ugh.
Now we are temporarily banning the spread of news, and we are discussing the solution; but where in the world is there an airtight wall
The pure days of Buddhism will soon be gone.
Shan Ming let out a long sigh in his heart, and at the same time looked at the monk's eyes, but his worry added a little bit.
But the monk didn't seem to feel it.
His complexion was still pale from yesterday's rage and almost infatuation, but his eyes were more calm than yesterday.
Solitary peaks stand, and cliffs stand abruptly.
All the monks followed his gaze.
Shan Ming also raised his head, vaguely thinking of something: "Are we going to go up and check it out?"
"No need."
A light voice, slightly hoarse, like a cloud wrapped in the wind.
Sounds great.
But Shanming felt a little dazed.
I haven't heard Senior Brother Shanzai speak for a little one year, and I'm almost used to his silence and silence. Now that he breaks his mouth and hears his voice again, although it is generally familiar with the memory, it actually adds a strange strangeness.
He hesitated for a moment before reacting and nodded.
The group continued to go east.
Just came from the killing place, and went to the killing place again.
If Shanxi is not empty, there are already corpses everywhere, and the East Lake Sword Sect is destroyed; if not empty, what kind of bloody massacre will it be in Shandong
He crosses the unblooming butterfly of compassion, and he repays the Buddha by sacrificing himself to kill the karma.
The devil is the devil after all.
The monk in snow-white still walked at the front, and finally slowly clenched the Buddha beads in his palms.
There was a hint of coldness between the drooping eyebrows, and the smile of the past disappeared from the corners of the slightly pursed lips, only the faint coldness in the eyes.