The sword rises

Chapter 1452
The first thousand and 450 eight chapters of the empty monk
In today's world, the evildoers of the previous generation are hidden from the world, and the emperor does not show up.On the surface, the world is peaceful and prosperous.

No one knows which day in the future a real battle will break out, and they are silently waiting for that day to come.

Quietly, another 100 years have passed in the great world.

It has been 300 years since the Buddha knelt outside the mountain gate of the Leiyao Buddhist Sect. The world has long forgotten the Buddha and regarded the Buddha as a piece of history.

Maybe when people in the world gossip, they will occasionally mention Buddha.No matter how much, I won’t say anything, sorry!

Not to mention that the outsiders downplayed the Buddha, even many disciples in the Buddhist sect did not take the Buddha in their hearts.Sometimes when entering and leaving the mountain gate, some monks would remember the Buddha and bow deeply to the human-shaped stone statue, but more people would turn a blind eye.

300 years is enough to change many things.

Today, a young monk and nun is responsible for cleaning the fallen leaves and dust outside the mountain gate.The little monk was in his early twenties. Wearing a thin cassock, he walked up to the stone statue of Buddha step by step: "Amitabha."

The little monk and nun have listened to the legend of the Buddha's son since childhood, and admire him deeply.

Looking at the millions of years of Buddhist sect's history, who would dare to spend a lifetime of merit for a dead woman?
More importantly, the Buddha knew that his future was infinite, and he still dared to do this without any hesitation or hesitation.From this aspect, the Buddha's son really makes the world feel inferior.

Da da da……

At this time, a person came walking from afar.

Looking from a distance, this person also has a bald head and is dressed in cassock.If nothing else, he should also be a monk.

"Where did the master come from, and where does he want to go?"

The little monk and nun asked politely.

"The poor monk has no time and comes from a very far away place."

This monk is very strange. Although he is wearing a cassock, he does not have the dignity of a Buddhist disciple.

Monk Wukong had a wine gourd around his waist, his hands were drooping by his side, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Who is Wukong monk you ask?

But I still remember a small town thousands of years ago. At that time, 300 years after the end of the Diyun War, Gu Hengsheng crawled out of the coffin and passed a small town on a bumpy road.

Above the town, there is a very small Buddhist temple, and there is a strange monk in it.

Gu Hengsheng once met Monk Wukong once, and they had a few conversations.

Picture from that day:

A 17-year-old monk went down the mountain to buy wine and eat meat. Gu Hengsheng was very curious and asked, "Monk, can Buddhist disciples drink wine and eat meat?"

"Wine and meat are gut-piercing poisons. This little monk just hopes that after sitting down, he will fall into hell, to dissolve those countless wronged souls, and save the common people in the world."

The little monk replied with a dignified look, clasping his hands together.

"As the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart stays in the heart. The little monk studied Buddhism since he was a child, how could he be blinded by the world's greed, hatred and ignorance? Everything is just to spread the true meaning of my Buddhism."

The little monk paused, and then said: "This benefactor, has the little monk seen you before? Why do you have a feeling of deja vu?"

Do you also have a feeling of deja vu?
Gu Hengsheng was shocked in his heart. Although his face was expressionless, there were ripples in his eyes.

"Perhaps, we knew each other in the previous life." Gu Hengsheng took a deep breath calmly, trembling his hands hidden under his sleeves, staring into the eyes of the little monk, he said hoarsely.

"Perhaps! There are some things that have already been decided in the dark."

The little monk thought about it seriously and nodded slowly.

is it you?Or is it just a familiar shadow?

Gu Hengsheng's throat rolled, and a fat monk appeared in his mind, with complicated and depressed mood.

"The little monk Buddha's name is Wukong, I don't know what to call the benefactor?"

The little monk Wukong asked.

"Gu... Changqing." Gu Hengsheng was stunned for a moment before replying.

At that time, Gu Hengsheng didn't dare to reveal his real name, so he could only use a pseudonym to perfunctory.

At this time, the tavern owner prepared the wine and meat and handed it to the little monk Wukong.

"Benefactor Gu, meeting is fate, I feel that we will meet again in the future."

The little monk Wukong held the wine and meat in his hands and left in a casual manner.

At a glance for thousands of years, Monk Wukong's reputation is not obvious, but his strength has reached an unimaginable level.

In the whole world, there are not many monks who can be so free and easy.

It can be said that he really sees through the world of mortals and plays games in the world.

At that time, Gu Hengsheng felt that the monk had a familiar feeling and felt very cordial.If Gu Hengsheng could see Monk Wukong now, he would be shocked.

Because, Monk Wukong's every move, every word and deed is exactly the same as that of his eighth senior brother, Monk Kongjie.

Lei Yao Buddhist Sect, outside the mountain gate.

Due to the arrival of the Wukong monk, it attracted the attention of the strong in Buddhism.

Swah——

A Zen master walked out from the depths of the Buddhist gate, and the Buddha's light filled the sky and the earth: "The eminent monk came to my Leiyao Buddhist sect, why?"

Perceived danger, Buddhism naturally cannot sit idly by.The one who came out was the first of the nine Zen masters, Yitan Zen master.

"Hearing about Buddha's son, I was touched, so I came here to have a look."

Monk Wukong turned around slowly, and exchanged a glance with Zen Master Yitan.

This glance directly stunned Zen Master Yitan.

The next moment, Zen Master Yitan's expression changed, and he exclaimed, "Kongjie!"

"The poor monk has no time."

Monk Wukong emphasized one sentence.

A sound of "empty precept" exhausted the horror of a greedy Zen master.

Who is the empty ring monk?

The Eighth Disciple of the Floating Tomb.

The Wukong monk in front of him is so much like the Kongjie back then, it can even be said to be the same.Words and deeds, demeanor and movements, can't pick out the slightest difference.

Before that, Kong Jie, the eighth disciple of Fusheng Tomb, had worshiped in the Lei Yao Buddhist School, and the Buddha's name was Jin Ran.Because the concept of Buddhism and Daoism of Kongjie is different from that of Leiyao Buddhist Sect, he made a big disturbance in the Buddhist Sect, overturned the Golden Buddha Hall, and was expelled from Leiyao Buddhist Sect.

Afterwards, Monk Jin Ran changed the name of the Buddha himself, entered the tomb of Fusheng, and changed the name of the Buddha to Kongjie.

Since then, the name of Master Kongjie has gradually resounded throughout the world.Few people in the world know about the grievances between Master Kong Jie and Lei Yao Buddhist Sect.

"Wukong, Wukong..." Zen master Yitan was stunned for a long time. Is there really such a similar person in the world?

"May I ask Master Wukong, where did you come from? What kind of Buddhism do you practice?"

Soon, Zen Master Yitan suppressed his shock and walked out of the mountain gate step by step, not far from Monk Youwukong.

"I was born in a dilapidated ancient temple in a remote mountain village, and I practice the Buddhism of Freedom."

Monk Wukong replied without thinking.

Can a dilapidated ancient temple cultivate such a character?

Not to mention that Zen master Yitan didn't believe it, even the eminent monk who was watching secretly was also skeptical.

(End of this chapter)