Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 76: Zen Master Dajue
"Xiao Se, what was that just now? Is it... a ghost?"

"What nonsense, it's the primordial spirit of Master Wangyou. It is said that one of the six magical powers of Buddhism is called 'Leaking Tong'. Even if a person dies, the primordial spirit can remain immortal until the last mortal obsession dissipates."

It is also the first time Xiao Se has seen that after death, the primordial spirit is immortal, and he finally knows the mystery of Buddhism, so he should not speak in vain.

inside the temple.

Long Peng turned his back, looked into the distance, and said calmly, "Little monk, someone who troubles you is here, do you need me to deal with it?"

"No!"

Wuxin wiped the corners of his eyes, stood up slowly, waving his robes and quickly restored his graceful appearance, completely missing the childish state of crying just now, he cleared his throat, "Wait a minute."

Long Peng smiled.He nodded and said, "That's right, the masters are always the last to appear."

He glanced at him unintentionally, with a smile on his face.

"Master, let's go"

"Monk."

Leaning against the door frame, Xiao Se said sarcastically, "At this time, don't pretend that the white clothes are better than snow. We all saw it just now."

"Ugh……"

Wuxin shook his head and sighed, and said with a smile, "I wanted to be that kind of cynical but aloof immortal monk, but I didn't expect an old monk to be reluctant to part with it, so I made a mistake..."

"But didn't the old monk say that the road ahead must be walked by myself. Although after his death, my first road is the cliff."

Long Peng looked around, as if he was looking for something but didn't lift his head.

"Little monk, with me here, will it still be a cliff?"

"Right."

Wuxin nodded, waved his monk robe, and strode out of the temple, "Let's go to the cliff."

Xiao Se subtly hung a grimace mask on Lei Wujie's waist, shrugged his shoulders, put his hands into his cuffs, and said calmly, "Master Wangyou's Dharma is profound, but there is something wrong with what he said."

"The rest of the road is not for you to walk alone."

"Oh?"

Inadvertently smiled thoughtfully.

"And let's go together."

Lei Wujie smiled, walked towards the door with big strides, then turned around and shouted, "Mr. Long, let's go together."

"Where is my mask? Have you seen my mask?"

"Mask? What mask?"

Lei Wujie was puzzled and asked, "Have you seen Xiao Se?"

"did not see it."

"The little monk didn't see it either."

Xiao Se yawned, and with a smile on his face, Wuxin walked towards the outside of the temple at a leisurely pace.

"Hey, wait for me."

Lei Wujie looked back and forth, and shouted to Long Peng, "Mr. Long, forget about the mask, let's go."

"You stop."

"what?"

……

outside the temple.

Seven monks in cassocks sat there.

Some smiled kindly and said nothing, while others looked like glaring arhats, and some lowered their heads and closed their eyes as if they were asleep.

——Arhat formation of the truth.

Xiao Se raised his eyes and asked lazily, "Is it them?"

"That's them." Wuxin smiled.

"Mr. Long, I really didn't take your mask."

"Ha ha…"

"Mr. Long, you have to trust me, I'm not this kind of person."

"Ha ha…"

"I……"

"Ha ha…"

Lei Wujie wanted to cry but had no tears. The feeling of being misunderstood was really bitter, "Xiao Se, tell me, why do I have nothing to do with that mask."

Xiao Se narrowed his eyes and said casually, "Yes, you didn't take it, I took it."

"Did you take it?"

Lei Wujie was overjoyed, "Look, Mr. Long, it's Xiao Se..."

"Ha ha…"

"This...forget it..."

Lei Wujie rested his forehead and was speechless. He took two steps forward and looked squarely at the "True Arhat Formation" in front of him.

"I'll come first."

"It's okay, haven't you started yet, and I don't think the senior brother has arrived yet, so when he arrives, I'll just run away." Lei Wujie smiled.

Hearing this, Long Peng was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What about...Tang Lian, and Sikong Qianluo?"

Xiao Se cast her a glance, and said coldly, "Fortunately, the medicine in Xueyue City is good, otherwise Xueyue City would not let you go if you fled thousands of miles away."

"Won't let me go...hehe..."

Long Peng smiled, staring at Xiao Se, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, "There is indeed someone enviable behind him, but unfortunately... I don't care..."

Wuxin leaned her shoulder against Lei Wujie, and asked, "Look, little monk, do they have enmity?"

Lei Wujie was stunned, "There should be no hatred."

"Hey! Stop fighting among yourself here."

Lei Wujie rushed forward and separated the two, "We should fight against each other now."

"Wuxin, I'm in a hurry, so let's do it first."

Long Peng said lightly, and strode towards the formation in front of him.

"Didn't you say that the masters are the last to appear?"

"I'm in a bad mood, pinch some soft persimmons to play with."

Wuxin was slightly taken aback, smiled, hesitated, and said via voice transmission, "Don't hurt your life."

Long Peng paused, looked back, and saw Wu Xin nodding and smiling at him.

"It's really troublesome..."

Long Peng sighed. As soon as he entered the battle, a Nine Dragon Monk who looked like an arhat with angry eyes punched him.

"Too slow!"

Long Peng lifted his foot and kicked over, the monk snorted, took a few steps back, and his face turned red.

"Yo...it's quite durable..."

"Who is the benefactor?"

Long Peng stood tall and tall, and said coldly, "Sun Moon God Sect, Long Peng."

"Are you Long Peng, the great guest of the Sun Moon Demon Cult?"

Several Jiulong monks stared at it together, shocked and angry.

The abbot of Jiulong Temple——Zhan Master Dajue shouted angrily, "Wuxin, you are in the company of such monsters, you really deserve to be punished!"

Wuxin was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "Zhan Master Dajue has such a murderous intention, I'm afraid he has broken the precept long ago?"

"Humph!"

Dajue snorted coldly, suppressed his anger, and continued to concentrate.

"Wuxin, do you want to stay alive?"

"Keep."

"so troublesome."

Long Peng shook his head and sighed, his true energy surged, his sleeves bulged endlessly, and he rushed out.

A punch and a kick are ordinary, seemingly simple, but they contain great power, causing the Jiulong monk who fought with him to complain endlessly.

……

Lei Wujie couldn't help asking, "Wuxin, Xiao Se, why hasn't that Zen Master Dajue made a move for so long?"

Xiao Se cast a glance at Wuxin, "Tell him about it."

Wuxin smiled and explained, "This 'True Form Arhat Formation', when the formation is formed, seven people are like one, and one person is like seven.

The formation formed by Dajue at this time is only formed, not yet formed, so he naturally doesn't want to stop halfway. "

"but……"

Wuxin drew a long tone, and said quietly, "If Dajue doesn't make a move, his six juniors are afraid that they will be defeated."

Xiao Se nodded slightly, "Wuxin, how strong do you think this dragon pendant is?"

Wuxin was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice, "He went all out to fight against the little monk, and he should have the upper hand. His moves are fierce, simple and efficient, very similar to those killers in the dark river."

"By the way, you should have seen it that night, why are you asking?"

"Ask, satisfy your curiosity."

"Ugh……"

Lei Wujie said in frustration, "Mr. Long is so strong, one person beats up six people, I'm afraid he can't even catch one move..."

(End of this chapter)