Qi Yu Millennium

"Yu Chengfeng, you are too deceitful. If my master asks you to deal with the people blessed by the Buddha, would you dare to go?" The monk Jian Jian behind Minghui couldn't bear it anymore.

"Amitabha, stand down." Minghui stopped Jianxing in a deep voice.

The situation in front of me made me very angry. I never thought that the inevitable situation would turn out like this. In order to maintain the reputation of Buddhism, Minghui risked his life to bring back the evidence.What surprised me even more was that the evidence brought back by Minghui showed that the patriarch was protecting Ye Aofeng, which made me very confused.Now Minghui has become a waning lamp in the wind, judging by the aura he emits, he won't even survive tonight, so is it necessary for me to humiliate a dying person again?

"Master Minghui, Pindao has three questions I want to ask you, I hope the master can answer." I closed my eyes for a long time before opening them.

"Really, please speak." Minghui sensed the change in my tone and opened his eyes.

"What is the biggest difference between Buddhism and Taoism?" I asked the first question, which was actually for everyone present.

"Buddha is like a loving mother, Taoism is like a strict father." Minghui said concisely.The analogy he made is very appropriate. Buddhism is more inclusive, while Taoism is relatively strict. Buddhists generally adopt a softer treatment method for disciples who violate the religious rules, like the one who was once scared by a poisonous snake and rode on a horse. The Bodhisattva's cook Tutuo and the Youming Temple just kicked him out. If this matter was placed in the Taoist school, it would be strange if he didn't beat him to death.

"Eleven years ago, Pindao drove the souls of the dead to avenge the humiliation. You once said that you and I were old acquaintances. What's the explanation?" I said using the technique of sound transmission.Back then, Tang Ping’s mother called the police and took me in and beat me up. Afterwards, I drove out the souls of the dead to avenge my revenge, but Minghui used Shenyou Tianhun to break my exorcism spell. He once said something ambiguous, saying that I I used to be an old acquaintance with him, although it has been more than ten years, I have not forgotten this matter, and now he is about to pass away, I must hurry up and ask for clarification.

"The souls of hell are like the sand grains of the Ganges River. It is because of you that Wang's Kun soul owns the five-color mirror. What does the Bodhisattva mean by this?" Zen Master Minghui asked rhetorically instead of answering.Only now did I know that the real name of the mirror that Wang Yanpei got in the underworld was Huiguang Mirror.

I frowned and pondered for a moment, still unable to understand the mystery hidden in Zen Master Minghui's words. I raised my head and wanted to ask, but found that Zen Master Minghui had closed his eyes and meditated, obviously not accepting my detailed questions.

"Master, when you sent the soul of your dead wife into the underworld, how do you feel now?" I asked the last question.This issue is what I am most concerned about. If Minghui is still as strong as it is, I will publicly disclose the old stories of Monk Jianzhen and Liu Xiumei, ruining Jianzhen's reputation and discrediting Nether Temple.

"Amitabha." Minghui chanted the Buddha's name but did not answer.

"Master, Pindao is waiting for your answer." I left my seat and stood up and asked loudly. The last question is undoubtedly the key to getting to Mount Jiuhua.Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva gave Wang Yanpei the five-color mirror, and I owe him the relic of the Buddha's heart.Minghui sent my lover's soul, and I must seek justice.

"Amitabha, this old monk is indeed biased in regards to Wang's Kunhun." Zen Master Minghui pondered for a long time before finally sighing and speaking.

What I have been waiting for is Minghui's words, which can force this eminent monk with colorful aura to say such words. I have already sought justice for my dead lover.

"Master Chengfeng has profound Buddhist teachings, and Chengfengzi admires them very much. The original intention of this battle is to complement each other. It is the best result to win or lose. Chengfengzi said goodbye." I stood up and saluted Minghui Jishou.You can't be too extreme in being a human being. If someone respects me a foot, I will return another foot.

"Amitabha, Jianzhen will see off the guests in front of the mountain on behalf of the master." Zen Master Minghui turned around and got off the lotus platform and walked towards the temple.Seeing that the battle was over, those ordinary people who watched the battle dispersed one after another.

"Amitabha, Jianzhen respectfully sends off the real Chengfeng and the real chasing the wind." Jianzhen rushed towards us.

"Master stop, I will send you a mere gift from the poor. I hope that the master will end the karma soon and get to the throne soon." I raised my hand and handed the skeleton sealed with Liu Xiumei's evil spirit and the stack of documents to Jianzhen.

Jian Zhen hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to take it, wanting to say something but didn't speak.

"Let's go down the mountain." I stood up and waved to the disciples, signaling everyone to set off and return.

Come down the mountain and drive to the hotel.

"Xiao Jiu, what's the matter with you?" Murong Zhuifeng also saw that my mood had been very low.

"Minghui can't make it through tonight, I don't know why my heart is empty." I looked down and found an open box of cigarettes on the armrest, picked one up casually and closed the car window.I have achieved the ultimate goal of going to Mount Jiuhua this time, but I don't feel happy at all. I have always wanted to kill Minghui, but I feel meaningless after I have achieved my goal.At this moment, I finally understand why the great man let his opponents live in isolated islands instead of killing them all, because people need opponents, and it is very boring to have no opponents.

Even so, I don't feel any sadness towards Minghui, because as far as Minghui is concerned, he once again used me to achieve his goal. He has a successor, so naturally he has no regrets.Before he passed away, he paved the way for his disciples and cleared away obstacles, and his goal was also achieved.

"Stop thinking about Minghui, what are you going to do about Ye Aofeng?" Murong Zhuifeng turned to look at the child who was already sleeping soundly in the back seat.

Her behavior made me throw away the cigarette and close the car window.

"How to deal with it, I will take revenge on third brother." I replied blankly.Although I can't understand why the patriarch would protect Ye Aofeng, my desire to kill him remains the same.

"The matter may have another mystery, don't rush to do it yet." Murong Zhuifeng raised his finger, signaling me not to talk nonsense.

"What's the mystery? Lao Niu and I were all present when the third brother died. The eighth brother also confirmed that the third brother was captured by that bastard. I don't care who is behind him. If I have the ability, I will take my Ziqi away." , I can still kill him with a gun." The tragic image of the dragon's wind being pierced through the air pocket of the Tiangang suddenly appeared in my mind, and I instantly surged up in anger and cursed at the sky.

"Are you sure that the Patriarch is helping him?" Murong Zhuifeng gave me a dissatisfied look, "Maybe the Patriarch just happened to be passing by."

"That's all a lie. The patriarch's cultivation level is stronger than that of the Buddha of the Western Heaven, so he will just wander around?" I just feel that everything is so unfair at the moment. I will save him, I racked my brains to destroy Yangshou and rebuild Ziyang Temple, and made great contributions to the promotion of Jiejiao, just because I wrote Da Meier in the genealogy. It hurt my purple qi, and almost killed me in a minefield, what the hell.

"You acted impulsively like the fourth brother, by the way, what did the fourth brother do?" Murong Zhuifeng asked casually.

As soon as Murong Zhuifeng said it, I remembered that the Vajra Cannon was still in Kunlun Mountains, so I hurriedly stopped the car and tried to use the teleportation technique to pick it up, but I found that the aura of samadhi had faded, and the aura had faded faster than previously estimated A full 10 minutes earlier, I realized that the three-day effect of Penglai Jinzhi is calculated from the entrance, not the golden light mask.

"What's the matter, where's the fourth child?" Seeing me frowning and standing still, Murong Zhuifeng hastily asked.

"Kunlun Mountain is not close to here..."