With a sickly face and a very serious view of the truth of suffering, they also stepped into the meditation room and looked at him sternly.

The brothers and sisters of their generation who are still alive are all gathered together.

No one thought that the yellow-faced old monk would dare to slander Buddha! This simply violated the bottom line of Buddhist practitioners!

"Hehehe..." The yellow-faced old monk got up from the ground, with a nonchalant expression on his face, and said nonchalantly: "Buddha has been crazy for a long time. Not only today, did you know it today?!"

"I know how you feel. But things have come to this point. We have all experienced so much, and we all know that things in the world will not go as planned. Even if you become a Buddha, many things cannot be changed!" Kuming sighed, with a sad face.

He said with some unconcealable fatigue: "Since the inheritance of Shanmen, you and I can't be willful. Don't mess around anymore. This talisman of Zixu Zhenjun is already a warning - let's stop here!"

"That's it." The yellow-faced old monk raised his finger and pointed at them one by one: "Suffering life, suffering disease, suffering truth. Listen carefully——"

He said calmly with a rare seriousness: "From today on, I officially leave the Xuankong Temple. Our fate as brothers and sisters ends here."

"What kind of place do you think the Hanging Temple is?" Kudhi said angrily: "You can come when you want, leave when you want, leave when you want to leave, and return when you want to return?"

"Don't be too loud with me!" The yellow-faced old monk suddenly pointed at his nose: "It's not big or small! Brothers are talking, it's not your turn to speak!"

The truth of suffering was instantly furious.

Ku Ming sighed softly: "Are you serious?"

"You take advantage of him, but you don't help him. You keep saying that you are a good believer in Buddhism, but you shrink your head when trouble comes! What kind of holy place is it! Do you think I am rare here?" Kujue pointed at himself: "Me! Kujue

!Leave Xuankong Temple today and never come back again! This statement is shared by heaven and earth, and is witnessed by all the Buddhas!"

"Get out of here!" He strode past several monks, deliberately bumped into Kudhi, and stepped out of the meditation room alone.

A real person in this world who has truly left the Xuankong Temple, the Xuankong Temple really has no reason to stop him.

Suffering and the truth of suffering no longer speak.

Duzi Kubing chased for a few steps, chased out of the Xuankong Zen state, and caught up with Yunkong: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the purification ceremony!"

The yellow-faced old monk said: "Jingli has grown up, and the future of Xuankong Temple belongs to him. He has a good fate. Now I am going to save the one who has a bad fate."

There are no words to answer the suffering.

"Take it! The Buddha is about to leave, leave some calligraphy treasures for the disciples, and don't peek at them." The yellow-faced old monk suddenly threw a stack of letters into his arms: "When my Jingli becomes the abbot, I will ask him to withdraw first.

I took the first seat of your Jianglongyuan, and I don’t even have the eyesight to see it!”

Then he just cursed and... flew away in the air.

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Huh, huh.

The breeze flows across the long river.

Six figures suddenly appeared, hanging over the long river.

Standing at the front was a tall old man with white hair and a boyish face. He frowned and said, "The Seal of Mountains and Rivers in Yongzhen has suppressed this place, and it is difficult to capture the breath."

"This is inappropriate." Taoist Chen Pi with an ancient face began to retort: ​​"What is this 'difficulty' compared to? What is the standard? You can't just say it's difficult for no reason, and saying it's difficult doesn't mean anything.

."

No one paid attention to him.

The female crowned Fuling, who was wearing a plain Taoist robe, stretched out her hand and grabbed a handful in the air: "It's hard to catch the breath, but I caught Zhuang Gaoxian's - he should be planning to make a comeback in Zhuangjing, so we might as well go directly to Zhuangguo.

"

Licorice, who looked the youngest and most beautiful among Jingtian's six friends and had the most serious expression, shook his head: "For us and Zhuang Gaoxian, this is too sudden. It should have happened a few years later."

It will happen again, but for Jiang Wang, this is the time he chose, and he must have made a lot of preparations for this. Now that he has forced Zhuang Gaoxian into this, will he allow Zhuang Gaoxian to escape back to Zhuang Country? "

Bai Shu stepped on a pair of wooden clogs and stepped on the river waves with a graceful demeanor: "Don't worry, it's only a short distance from here to Zhuang Country, just follow it slowly. Are you in a hurry to save Zhuang Gaoxian?"

"We have to look at the situation to make it more in line with our mood. Hey, wait a minute -" Banxia, ​​who looked like a middle-aged man, suddenly stopped and shook his head in a funny way: "It seems we can't follow immediately.

Going up!"

Just as his voice fell, boom——

Like a meteor falling from the sky or a meteorite falling from the sky, a figure cut through the sky and hit the water of the long river directly!

Snapped!

Amidst the splashing water, a yellow-faced old monk dressed in old monk robes slowly stood up.

The straw sandals are stepping on the water, and the monk's clothes are yellow and dusty. The man is a lonely reflection in the water, with no one behind him. But the expression on his face is very proud.

"I'm sorry, everyone-"

He looked at the six real people with different appearances across from him, grinned, and showed his yellow teeth: "My disciple is doing important things at the front... I don't want to be disturbed."

The old monk Cang Shen, who had white hair and a childish face, had the worst temper. When he saw the old monk blocking the road, he just asked: "Are you here to represent the Xuankong Temple?"

Last time in the Wumandu Mountains, he was traveling with Kujue, and he was a little more familiar with them than other real people.

Kujue clapped his hands and said proudly: "Xuankong Temple is nothing! I have kicked them away, and it doesn't matter from now on. The person standing here today is 'the most supreme Buddha in the world, the first in history'... You

Kujue Buddha! Buddha only represents himself! Isn’t Buddha enough?!"

He kept chattering: "If you are wise, please retreat now. The Buddha will recognize you, but the Buddha's fist will not - don't say that you were unprepared!"

The six friends of Jingtian looked at each other.

Baizhu, who was also standing on the river, smiled: "Since you only represent yourself... that's the best."

boom!!!

Seven figures hit a spot above the long river in an instant!

Divide at the first touch.

Ku Jue's figure flew backwards and fell back to the water. A pair of straw sandals had already entered the water. He still retreated more than a hundred feet, causing two waves.

His feet stumbled and landed on the water. As a result, two long gullies swelled and shot toward both banks.

At this moment, he is in a half-bow posture, not rickety, but with the bow fully drawn.

He put one hand in front of him, pressing the surface of the river, as if he was grasping the long river, hovering the body of the river. The other hand was placed behind him, as if holding the void to steady himself.

The sparse spiritual light overflowed from the body and became intense instantly, as if the spiritual light was endless.

He is like an emerald buried in a stone. At this moment, the stone coat is peeled off, and the brilliance is finally revealed.

"What a pity..." He said with a smile: "My traitor can't see my heroic appearance at this moment. It's hard to convince him!"

The withered eyebrows raised, the monk's robes suddenly swelled, and unimaginable power burst out from the skinny body. The endless aura spread out in all directions like a tsunami and landslide. However, because of the sealing of the Yongzhen Shanhe Seal, it was not seen in Changhe.

outside.

But why should we be seen by others?

The old monk is not for the human world.

I'm here just for one person.

The body is the five senses, the heart is the seven emotions, the mind is the six thoughts, and the spirit is the three wisdoms, which are the so-called hearing, thinking, cultivation, and acceptance of enlightenment.

Body awareness, mind awareness, consciousness, spiritual awareness...

He grinned——
Chapter completed!