Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 75

I don't know whether it was the sound of the Buddha or the thunderbolt, but the moment Xu Zhantang got on his horse, it fell on the Wuchen Mountain, which made people feel regretful.

The peace and tranquility of Wuchen Mountain was chopped away, and it was completely gone in an instant.

The birds living in the mountains panicked, the beasts howled and ran wildly, and the unknown gale suddenly appeared, overwhelming the verdant mountains and unable to lift their heads.

After appeasing the frightened black girl, Xu Zhantang jumped off his horse, frowned, and looked at the Wuchen Temple on the top of the mountain.

The mountains are full of changes, but the Wuchen Temple is still dust-free.

Very strange.

So he thought for a while, turned the horse's head, and patted the horse's butt lightly. After watching the black girl go down the hill, he stepped up the hill.

The road up the mountain was not difficult, and the white temple walls couldn't have any influence on Xu Zhantang. He pushed open the temple gate silently, saw three people and one horse, looked down and saw a pool of blood at Xie Tian's feet, his pupils shrank.

Don't you want to be a teacher?Isn't it for healing?Why are the three at odds?Why did Xie Tian vomit blood?

Very strange.

But he didn't dare to say anything, didn't dare to do anything, he could only watch the slightly weird scene in a daze.

Because this is Wuchen Temple, every word and action may make this place stained with dust.

Xie Tian's black and white eyes gradually turned red, just like when he saw Xie Shuai at Yinshen Peak, Wen Shui thought so, and that heart-wrenching feeling also grew in his heart.

He never expected that the third condition proposed by Wu Chen was to abolish Xie Tian's cultivation base.

This condition is tantamount to killing Xie Tian.

Because Xie Tian has nothing but cultivation!

Because Xie Tian has nothing, only the deep hatred engraved in his bones!
Because Xie Tian has nothing, he is only twelve years old, and he has no time to own it!
"How could it be like this, how could it be like this..." Wen Shui burst into tears, and kept murmuring short questions, questioning the sky, questioning Wuchen, questioning himself.

It's heaven!Loading such a tragic fate on the body of a young child...

It is clean!Regardless of all kinds of begging from the palace elders, she contradicts her promises and does things she can't bear to say...

It's me!Bring Xie Tian to the land of hope, and give Xie Tian the deepest despair in the land of hope...

How cruel!

But Master Wuchen is a living Bodhisattva, the only living Bodhisattva in the eyes of the kings and people of the Song Dynasty!How could he refuse to save him?

right!Whoever does not kneel and kowtow when seeing a Bodhisattva must be because our sincerity has not touched the Buddha!
Wen Shui wiped away the tears from his blurred eyes with trembling hands, saw Wuchen clearly, then trembling and kneeling down.

Kneel down with full of pleading.

But he didn't kneel down, because two thin little hands passed through his armpit and stopped him.

"Walk."

Xie Tian didn't show any expression, and said the word "go" very calmly, as if coming to Wuchen Temple was just a normal thing to go up the mountain to enter the temple, but failed to stay overnight, turned around and left.

"Xie Tian, ​​don't be reckless, don't give up..." Wen Shui held Xie Tian's hand tightly, his old eyes were full of hope, "We beg Master Wuchen, Master Wuchen is a living Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva can save you Sentient beings, let the living beings in the world escape from the sea of ​​suffering, and they will definitely save..."

"Amitabha." Wu Chen interrupted Wen Shui's words, stared directly at Xie Tian with angry eyes, and said in a loud voice, "As long as Xie Tian's benefactor agrees to these three conditions, this old monk will help you escape from death. With the enlightenment of the benefactor, we will certainly be able to carry forward the Buddhadharma and save the world.”

Xie Tian's bloody eyes remained the same, but he didn't look at Wuchen, and said silently: "Master is better than a Taoist, how about it?"

"Not as good."

"A master of Taoism is still inseparable from the secular world. Why does the master want me to ignore worldly affairs?" Xie Tian gently stroked the pony's back, and said, "Since I don't care about worldly affairs, where should I promote Buddhism? And where should I go?" To save the world?"

Master Wuchen raised his palm with one hand: "Amitabha Buddha, spread it where it is promoted, and save it at the place where it is universalized."

"Purdu Who?"

"Pu save the world."

"I am also a human being."

"In the eyes of the Buddha, the benefactor of the evil sky is just a murderous evil obedience who turns the world into scorched earth and makes the world suffer."

"The meaning of the master is that there are as many people in the world as stars, and the Buddha can save them all, but not me?"

"Amitabha, it should be so."

Xie Tian laughed again, a little disdainfully, the red eyes that should have been like blood became black and white again.

Wen Shui staggered and fell to the ground, begging sadly: "Master, please take care of the old man's face and make a big fuss..."

"Amitabha, this old monk is an outsider, everything in the world is just floating clouds." Wuchen's old eyes closed slightly, motionless like a mountain.

No, it is harder and colder than a mountain.

Bits of rain fell on Wuchen Mountain, and the thunder gradually sounded, as if Wuchen's resolute words echoed repeatedly in Wen Shui's ears, torturing his wounded heart.

He knew that Xie Tian would not agree to the third condition, and Master Wuchen would not save Xie Tian. In the eyes of the master, the 12-year-old martial arts prodigy was a floating cloud, and the tragic experience of a genius was a floating cloud. The heinous Xie Shuai It is also a floating cloud...

The Buddha said that everything in the world is just floating clouds, and I only have killing and cultivation in my heart.

It's a bit ridiculous, Wen Shui sighed with a miserable smile, disheartened and dying of grief and indignation.

"Let's go." Xie Tian stretched out his small hand, and patted Wen Shui's hunched back.

Wen Shui was a little dazed: "Xie Tian, ​​you, are you comforting me?"

"You are sad."

"Aren't you disappointed?"

Xie Tian shook his head, as if remembering something, and said with a faint smile: "I was afraid of heights since I was a child, and I had to climb a hundred-foot cliff in Anlan Mountain. I didn’t pick it up, I told myself, this is a lesson worth remembering in my life.”

"and then?"

"Then I climbed down the cliff with both hands and feet, lay at the bottom of the cliff, looked at the Baizhang cliff and told myself that there is no foreign object, and I can go down the cliff by myself." Xie Tian smiled sincerely, and said to Wen Shui, " Thank you and Mr. Gong for what you did for me, I am neither sad nor disappointed, just a little anxious."

Wen Shui understood, he was the rope, Xie Tian delayed for two days out of trust in him, went to Wuchen Mountain, and reaped infinite despair in the land of hope.

If Wen Shui was moved, it would make him more painful.

"Okay, I'll accompany you through the last part of the journey!"

The warm water was sour and the nose was astringent, the chest and abdomen twitched, hot tears mixed into the freezing rain, but no matter how hot the tears were, they could not warm the freezing rain that covered the mountain.

Because this mountain is originally an iceberg.

The two looked at each other with a smile, turned around and walked towards the gate of the temple, saw Xu Zhantang, but ignored Xu Zhantang, as if Xu Zhantang had become a floating cloud in their eyes.

When it comes to floating clouds, who can compare the floating clouds in the eyes of two dying people?
At least Master Wuchen couldn't compare, because when he said outside the palace gate that Xie Tian's talent was not as good as Xu Zhantang's, he deliberately glanced at Xu Batian and saw the begging in Xu Batian's eyes.

The reason why it is deliberate - if not deliberate, how can it save all sentient beings?

Xu Zhantang is not the floating clouds in his eyes, but the sentient beings in his eyes.

"Aren't you going back to Dao Po Men?" Xie Tian asked because he was afraid that Wen Shui would regret it.

"I have nothing to worry about." Wen Shui smiled with tears in his eyes and asked, "You are not angry, why are your eyes red?"

"I'm angry, I'm angry with you and Mr. Gong." Xie Tian said frankly, and laughed again, "I'm not angry anymore, it's not worth it."

"Okay, open-minded!"

Xie Tian smiled happily. Although his death was not far away, although he was delayed for two days, in these two days, he truly experienced the sunshine, sincerity, and friendship in the world apart from killing, deception, and ruthlessness.

There is really beauty in the world. Although it is short-lived, it is not in vain.

This life worthwhile!

Xu Zhantang felt an irresistible force and pushed him back.

His heart has never been so shocked, not only shocked by the shocking reversal of the plot, but also shocked by the open-mindedness and calmness shown by Xie Tian, ​​who is only 12 years old, in life and death.

He can't.

Because he found that the temperament displayed by Xie Tian seemed to be the real dust-free.

He looked at Xie Tian very eagerly, and really wanted to follow Xie Tian down the mountain and take care of it!Pipe it emperor!The wonderful feeling and strong impact that open-mindedness brought him made him feel that everything is just a cloud!
However, in the next moment, the fire in Xu Zhantang's eyes turned into astonishment, and in the next moment, it turned into panic.

He saw Master Wuchen's hands that could live thousands of people, and slowly lifted them up.

Seeing Xie Tian whose eyes were instantly blood red, he slowed down a step, landed behind the warm water, and stretched out his hand to touch the back of the warm water.

"No!" Xu Zhantang yelled in horror.

"Amitabha." Wu Chen's Zen voice was like thunder.

The chirping of birds disappeared.

The nameless wind raging on Wuchen Mountain stopped suddenly.

Even the deep and heavy thunder stopped abruptly because of this Buddha's name.

Wen Shui stopped, trembled all over, slowly turned his head, and looked at Xie Tian who was sending Yuanyang towards him.

Xietian, whose seven orifices were bleeding and pale, turned around slowly, looked at Wuchen who had a benevolent face and eyes like a murderer, resisted the trembling, and asked, "Master, what advice do you have?"

"Evil Heaven Benefactor, you can't go."

"Why?"

"The benefactor is Shaxiu."

"So you're going to kill me?"

"It's a sin, I have never broken the precept of killing in my life."

"But I know, you want to kill me." Xie Tian's eyes had never been so scarlet, and he felt that his tone was not enough to fully express Xie Kill's madness, to express his overwhelming anger, another Word by word, "You really want to kill me."

Master Wuchen clasped his palms together, and said calmly, "You have murderous intentions in your heart, you have murderous intentions when you see people, and you also have murderous intentions when you see Buddha. If you don't get rid of this intention, you can't go down the mountain."

"Why can't you go down the mountain?"

Wu Chen glanced at Xie Tian whose complexion had improved, shook his head and said: "Benefactor Xie Tian, ​​I know you are delaying time and want to restore Yuanyang. Forgive me for saying it bluntly, the benefactor's move is futile."

"Do you want me to close my eyes and wait for death?"

"Sin, I said I won't kill you."

"Then what do you want?"

Wuchen uttered the Buddha's name, his pupils were not angry and prestige: "Abolish the cultivation of the benefactor."

"I only have six days to live, and you still want to abolish my cultivation?" Xie Tian gritted his teeth and asked seriously.

"The benefactor will not change his intention to kill, but if he lives a stick of incense, the world will also flow blood into rivers." Seeing Xie Tian's silence, Wu Chen said again, "Is the old man right?"

Xie Tian raised his head, turned his bloody eyes containing infinite anger to the dark sky, and said softly: "There is a person in the world, I treat him like a father, and he treats me like a dog. He raised me for six years, and after six years, he sucked me dry." My original life, Yuanyang, put me to death, according to the master, how should I treat him?"

"Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. He raised you for six years as the cause and sucked your Yuanyang as the effect. The cause and effect are over, and the fate between the two of you is over. Why bother yourself?" Master Wuchen was expressionless, and his Zen voice whispered, " Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and if you spare his life, your merits are immeasurable."

Xie Tian was furious and laughed madly: "Master asked me to spare his life, but why did he put me to death! Purdue all living beings without self, all living beings are equal without self—Master, is this the Sutra you recited and worshiped the Purdue Buddha?" ?”

"The benefactor really has a lot of demons in his heart." Wu Chen shook his head pitifully, "If you have a pure heart, no matter how cruel that person treats you, you will not have any murderous intentions. Since the benefactor is obsessed with obsession and resolutely fell into a demon, I will do it for the sake of the common people." Nian, I had no choice but to subdue the demon, it's a sin."

Xie Tian nodded, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to Wu Chen seriously: "Master, congratulations."

Wuchen was slightly puzzled: "Why do you like it?"

"I thought that the person I hated the most in my life was the Eldest Young Master. He is hypocritical and cruel. If I don't kill him, it will be hard to get rid of my hatred."

Xie Tian tried his best to circulate all the Yuanyang inner energy in his body, and his long hair and clothes fluttered without wind, like a demon coming to the world, every word weeping blood and dripping hatred, "Master is worthy of being a living Bodhisattva with a heart of Purdue. Congratulations, you have successfully replaced him with yourself. Become the eldest son and become the person I hate the most!"

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

Facing Xie Tian's all-out explosion, Wu Chen remained indifferent, without any dust and waves, and just casually stretched out his hand towards Xie Tian, ​​holding five fingers slightly.

puff!
A wisp of inner energy that was about to turn into substance overflowed from Xie Tian's burst dantian, exploded with a pop, and turned into nothingness.

"Evil God!"

The shrill sound of warm water, like a cuckoo weeping blood, is utterly tragic.

Wuchen Mountain, the wind is moving, the birds are chirping, and the thunder is ringing.

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(End of this chapter)