Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 76

Xu Zhantang looked at the sky, the sky was dark, the thunder was screaming, and countless blood rained down.

Screaming, and the pony who just found its owner.

It didn't know what happened, it only felt the master's resentment, and saw the master lying in the blood like mud.

"Yu Yu Yu!"

In the dark sky, a bloody horse crashed into Wuchen like fire.

"Amitabha." With a flick of his right hand, Wuchen gently brushed the pony aside, being merciful, he didn't hurt the pony at all.

Xu Zhantang wiped the rain of blood from his face, and licked it with his tongue. The fishy smell was so strong that he, who was used to seeing flesh and blood, wanted to vomit.

But he dare not, because there is no dust here.

The pony shook its head, waited until the dizziness of flying through the clouds subsided a little, then slammed into Wuchen with a mournful cry, until it exhausted all its amazing stamina as a sweaty horse, then staggered to Xie Tian and knelt down , licking the owner's little face with his tongue.

"Dust-free, butcher!"

The four words were uttered in the most venomous tone from Wen Shui's mouth. Every time a word was uttered, a mouthful of blood was sprayed, and it fell on the dust-free ground, as if there were sparks flying around.

"You falsely claim to be a living Bodhisattva!"

"You have no compassion!"

"You are the most vicious executioner!"

"You murdered!"

……

The weeping Wen Shui climbed a foot forward every time he cursed, and when he saw Xie Tian's calm face and lifeless blood eyes, he was so sad that he wanted to die.

Xu Zhantang wiped the rain of blood on his face again, and found it was a little warm. He looked up, and saw that the rain of blood had stopped, but what he wiped off was his own tears.

Wuchen approached silently, bowed and helped the warm water up.

spit!
Wen Shui, who had lost her cultivation, could only scratch and spit at Wuchen frantically like a woman, in exchange for Wuchen's calm and compassionate words.

"Amitabha, Master Wen is seriously ill, I will save your life, my Buddha is merciful."

spit!
Another mouthful of blood-colored saliva spat on Wuchen's right eye, and the scarlet lighted up this eye of compassion, like the eye of a demon.

"Hahahaha, what kind of compassion, what kindness, you are the most vicious monk in the world!"

"You are ten thousand times more vicious than Xie Shuai!"

"Buddha is blind!"

"Heaven is blind!"

"All sentient beings are blind!"

Wen Shui's cursing was still going on, but his eyes had lost focus, Wuchen sighed bitterly, waved his hands to put Wen Shui to sleep, then picked up Wen Shui and walked towards the main hall.

Clouds open, sunrise.

The fiery red light shone on Wuchen's body, but it couldn't penetrate the black cassock.

Xu Zhantang raised his head and looked at the golden plaque on the main hall. The three characters on it, the Hall of Compassion, were so dazzling that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Is it the Buddha's light that illuminates the world...

He looked up again suspiciously, but he didn't see the shining golden Buddha, but he seemed to see two people. When he blinked and looked again, the figures disappeared again.

"What is Benefactor Xu looking at?" Master Wuchen asked in a harmonious voice as he walked out of the hall.

Xu Zhantang pointed to the sky suspiciously, Master Wuchen looked, only saw the scene of the frightened birds returning, and said compassionately: "It's a sin, the birds are afraid of killing cultivators, wait for the old monk to recite the scriptures a hundred times, and the mountain will be wiped out." If there is nothing wrong with Xu Benefactor, you can go to the temple to listen."

Xu Zhantang shook his head, bowed to Master Wuchen, glanced at the Hall of Mercy, turned around and staggered down the mountain.

At this moment, he doesn't care how lucky it is to be invited by Master Wuchen to listen to the scriptures, he just wants to escape from this dustless place, this place is so clean that he doubts it, and it is so clean that he fears it.

Master Wuchen sent them off with the Buddha's name, and after closing the temple door, he carried Xie Tian into the main hall, then came out with a small bucket and a rag, and knelt on the ground to wipe the blood.

There was not much blood, and it gradually disappeared with Wuchen's wiping, but there were bloodstains everywhere on the ground, no matter how he wiped it, he couldn't wipe it off.

Standing up and looking around, the bloodstains everywhere were a bit shocking, Wu Chen was stunned for a long time, bowed and said a Buddha's name, turned and left with the small bucket.

"Dust-free, butcher!"

These four words were engraved at the entrance of Wuchen Temple with blood as ink.

Xu Zhantang was not mistaken, there was no Buddha appearing in the sky of Wuchen Mountain, but there were indeed people.

One is immortal, and the other is in rags.

The one with the fairy style is called the fairy style, and the one with ragged clothes is called the ghost style.

Ghost Wind has a familiar nickname, Crazy Old Man.

Wuchen Mountain is not high, but the two of them are very tall. Ordinary people look at them, and they have a feeling of horror, looking back, three feet and three feet away from the sky. It's a pity that ordinary people can't see them, but their eyes can ignore three hundred people. A distance of ten feet pierces through the Hall of Mercy.

"Guifeng, this little monk is a bit interesting. Judging by his behavior, he looks a bit like those lunatics in Leizhou." Xianfeng held a jade ruler with three red dots on it, one of which was so tall that it almost reached the At the end of the ruler, the second red dot is in the middle of the ruler, and the third red dot is at the lower end of the ruler.

The crazy old man didn't answer, frowned and looked at Yuchi, and shouted impatiently: "I brought you all the way to let you see the monk?"

Xianfeng glanced at the crazy old man speechlessly: "Where is such a big temper, I haven't seen it for more than a hundred years, and you treat your colleagues with this attitude? Believe it or not, I turned around and left?"

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong!" Gui Feng was anxious, pointed at the jade ruler, and asked quickly, "Why are there three points on your measuring ruler?"

Xianfeng looked at Guifeng like an idiot, shook his head and sighed: "It's been more than a hundred years, and you still haven't improved at all. Since you know it's a measuring stick, why can't you have three points?"

"I asked you to come and see Xie Tian, ​​you..."

"Please, the Heaven Measuring Ruler is a soul treasure, full of spirituality, even if I don't drive it, it can automatically detect this world." Xianfeng explained helplessly.

The crazy old man frowned: "A few years ago, there was a little baby who got a dog's luck and got an extraordinary Dao fruit. In addition, there are only two Dao fruits of Xie Tian. There can be no third one!"

"Hehe, it's very simple. During the time you've been away, there are still people who have obtained the Dao fruit." Xianfeng chuckled and threw the measuring ruler into the air, only to see a ray of milky white light shoot down from the bottom of the ruler, piercing through the Hall of Compassion, It landed on Xie Tian's forehead.

The crazy old man said impatiently, "How long will it take?"

"At least one day." Xianfeng sat cross-legged on top of the floating clouds and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've waited for 3000 years, do you still care about this day?"

"Hey, I just want to know if the supreme Dao fruit was obtained by the evil heavens." The crazy old man sighed melancholy.

Xianfeng was startled, and said in amazement: "Why, you, a demon-killer, have moved your heart of compassion?"

"Not at all." The crazy old man lay on the floating clouds and murmured, "Over the past 3000 years, including Xie Tian, ​​a total of thirteen ancient relics have passed through my hands, nine of which failed to conform to the inheritance of the Lord, and three Those who failed to obtain the highest Dao fruit were all killed by me."

Xianfeng smiled and was about to speak, when the crazy old man said again: "But Xie Tian is the most evil of the 13 people, and I don't know if it's time to go."

Xianfeng said in astonishment: "Isn't this called compassion?"

"I don't want to call, I just don't call!"

"Yes, you are awesome." Seeing the mad old man getting angry, Xianfeng rolled his eyes and stopped sarcasm, but after a while he couldn't help but said, "Passing the level of Daoguo depends on this kid's aptitude, If you can't pass the aptitude test, hehe, Guifeng, you can do it yourself."

The crazy old man nodded silently: "I know, I won't miss the Lord's important event."

Although Wuchen Temple is located on the top of the mountain, it is still far away from the sky above three hundred feet.

So what just happened in Wuchen Temple just attracted Xianfeng's interest in Wuchen's identity. As for what happened to Xietian, they were completely ignored by the two of them, as if in their opinion, this matter was nothing more than a fart.

The sound of the evening drum does not startle the birds in the forest. They have long been used to this sound. They even know that after the sound of the evening drum, the old monks in Wuchen Temple will start their evening classes. They cannot hear the content of the chanting. Understand, they can only hear the compassion that makes them feel at ease.

But Xie Tian woke up with a start.

What he heard was not compassion, but resentment that drilled into his brain.

The golden Buddha statue in the Hall of Mercy was cast by Zhao Ye mobilizing craftsmen from all over the country and costing 10 taels of gold. The Wuchen Temple is not big, but it enshrines the most precious Buddha statue in the entire Song Dynasty and even the entire Wanzhou.

The Buddha statue in Xie Tian's eyes was redder than blood.

The Buddha he met for the first time was this kind of red, redder than human blood, redder than a murderer, redder than his own bloody eyes intertwined with resentment and anger.

So he stretched out his right hand tremblingly, in the direction where the Buddha statue was.

"Amitabha."

Wuchen finished his evening class, looked at the little hand with compassionate eyes, and asked softly: "Sister Xietian, what do you want to do?"

"I want to touch it."

"Sin, although the Buddha statue is not the real body of the Buddha, nor can it be touched by the world." Wu Chen lightly flicked his right hand, and with a click, Xie Tian's right arm broke off at the shoulder.

As if it wasn't his own hand that was broken off, Xie Tian's expression didn't change a bit, he still looked at the Buddha statue and asked, "Why is it so red?"

"Buddha has no color and form, but the red one is the heart of the donor."

"What did the Buddha you worshiped do?"

"That's good, the Buddha passed down 96 scriptures for the universal salvation of all living beings, and the principles of Buddhism and Zen are all contained in these 96 scriptures." Wu Chen closed the scriptures in front of him and replied calmly.

Xie Tian slowly turned his head to look at Wu Chen, and said, "I want to hear it."

"Yes." Glancing at the title page of the scriptures, Wuchen's Zen voice whispered softly, "This scripture is the first volume of the first chapter of the Huayan Sutra-the Miaoyan Grade of the World Lord. In the bodhi field, enlightenment is first achieved. The ground is solid and made of diamonds; the wonderful treasure wheel, the precious flowers, and the pure mani are adorned as adornments..."

Every time Wu Chen finished reading a page, the scriptures would automatically turn over. He did not read the scriptures according to the text, because when he was 12 years old, he read this scriptures for six months and realized it for two years. Until now, he is 110 years old, Still backwards.

Eloquently sprinkling tens of thousands of words, uttered through Wuchen's mouth, turned into a voice of enlightenment, the whole Wuchen Mountain was immersed in the influence of boundless Buddhism, and even the sky above three hundred feet, the fairy wind could hear it. Nodded slightly.

"I'm sure, this little monk is from Daleiyin Temple in Leizhou." Xianfeng poked the crazy old man who was snoring beside him.

The crazy old man frowned and asked, "Why?"

"Because his Zen voice can barely reach my ears." Xianfeng sighed a little bored, "Wanzhou is indeed the most barren place in the world of Kyushu, and the only one who can catch my eye is the little boy from Leizhou. Monk."

How could the crazy old man not know the meaning of Xianfeng's words, and Ming demoted Wanzhou, implying that the No. 13 ancient relics he found were also trash, he smiled coldly, and was about to curse back, when a message came from the Hall of Mercy Sounds other than chanting.

"No need to read." Xie Tian opened his bloody eyes and said softly.

"The benefactor of Xie Tian doesn't want to listen anymore?" Wu Chen closed the scriptures, feeling a little turbulent in his heart, because he had never experienced the thing of abruptly stopping halfway through the scriptures.

"Understood, why do you still want to listen?"

Wu Chen confessed his sins: "Evil Lord, in front of the Buddha, don't lie..."

"Everything in the world has life. Practitioners can stimulate their own life, get in touch with the life of all things such as flowers, trees, and wind, and respond to the life of all things. Only when they reach great success can they be perfect and full of vitality." Xie Tian looked at Wuchen asked, "Is that right?"

Wu Chen was silent, and even forgot to say the Buddha's name.

Xianfeng looked at the crazy old man, and Fox asked, "Have you taught him the Zen scriptures?"

"Fart!" The crazy old man opened his mouth and cursed, "I don't even know how to write Buddha!"

Xianfeng was silent.

"Hey, why are you pretending to be deep?" Seeing this, the crazy old man stabbed Xianfeng hard, "Even if the boy is right, why are you so shocked by the majestic elder in white?"

Xianfeng shook his head, pointed at Xietian below who had lost his cultivation and was six days away from death, wanted to laugh but couldn't: "What he said is very simple, for those who read the first volume of Yanhuajing for the first time, [-]% can participate in this enlightenment—"

The crazy old man rolled his eyes, and was about to scold him for making such a fuss, but what Xianfeng said next shocked him into sitting up.

"Sentiment is nothing, but the vitality in his body has increased a little because of it. Even if the power of the Yuanyang pill is exhausted, he can live an extra hour with it." After Xianfeng finished speaking, he looked at the crazy old man and asked, " Are you sure this egg was hatched 12 years ago?"

The crazy old man nodded blankly.

"From this point of view, it can barely be regarded as a good egg."

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