Suzaku

Fifteen A Long Day (continued)

Outside Wenshu Monastery.

Manjusri Bodhisattva is naturally enshrined in Manjusri Monastery. According to the rumors, this Bodhisattva has a great background and is known as the mother of countless Buddhas and the teacher of all Bodhisattvas. Its shape is like a boy, its body is dyed with bright purple gold, and it holds a green lotus flower in its left hand. He often rides a lion in and out.

Yi Tianxing, who has been frantically guarding his territory like a lion all day long, looked at the gate of the mountain, silently revolving the Three Flavors of Zen Meditation, and suddenly asked: “There is a precious light of Manjusri on the top, and high vines of Jinshan Mountain below. This Manjusri Monastery is the same as Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang. How can people who have been there for three days hide in such a famous temple?”

He didn’t bring his men, but Ye Xiangseng, who was fluttering in white. Since Zongsi was hiding in Wenshu Monastery, it was inevitable that he would have to deal with the monks in the temple. It would be much more convenient to bring along the handsome Ye Xiangseng, like bringing a publicist.

Ye Xiangseng said together: “Jinshan Temple of Wenshuyuan is a tourist destination, but not a practice place. Naturally, it has a great reputation.”

This means clearly that a tourist attraction may not necessarily be a Dharma resort, and the monks in the temple may not have the supernatural powers to know people.

“Brother Ye Xiang’s words are too sharp, he doesn’t seem like a pure person, everyone is a Buddhist disciple, why bother?” Yi Tianxing joked, also wanting to relieve the tension before the battle.

“This courtyard belongs to the Linji sect, and this temple belongs to the Caodong sect.” Ye Xiangseng said flatly.

“So that’s how it is.” Yi Tianxing said with a smile, “Manjusri Bodhisattva has a sharp sword that cuts troubles and a green lotus with supreme wisdom. I didn’t expect that my disciples didn’t learn it.”

Lao Xing, who was first arrested by a young man and returned to Yuan Temple as a prisoner monk, lived at No. 43 Wenwu Lane, behind which was the Wenshu Monastery. Now that he compared the rooms, he understood why Lao Xing was the first to attack. Thinking that the other party can influence a person’s emotional judgment unconsciously, his expression became serious, and he walked slowly towards the mountain gate.

At this time, it is evening, the tired birds return to the forest, the tourists return to their homes, and the dying sun returns to the mountains.

The little monk at the door stopped the two of them.

Ye Xiangseng stepped forward and said a few words, and the two were let in. Not far from the mountain gate is the Three Great Masters Hall. When Yi Tianxing walked past the Guanyin Great Masters Hall, he subconsciously looked sideways, and saw the corners of the hall slightly raised, and there were more than a dozen large stones erected inside the hall. It looked solemn and inexplicable, and he couldn’t help but My heart skipped a beat.

After meeting the abbot of Wenshu Monastery, the two walked casually in the temple. Yi Tianxing slowly picked up the Heart Sutra, and was slowly probing out his spiritual consciousness, listening to the soft voice of the white-clothed Yexiang Monk beside him. Said: “In the lecture hall.”

He was a little startled, thinking how Ye Xiangseng was faster than he found out, and then thought that Ye Xiangseng has been worshiping Buddha for many years, his unmoving mind is much firmer than himself, and he is naturally more proficient in using the Heart Sutra.

Outside the teaching hall, Yi Tianxing also sensed the power inside.

That kind of feeling is unclear, cloudy, and seems to be mixed with many colors of power at the same time.

Yi Tianxing took a deep breath, pushed the door open and entered.

There was a dead body at the entrance.

“Xue San’er”

Xue San’er died terribly, his limbs were chopped off in pieces, his head rolled down the stone steps, and his body became a piece of flesh that he couldn’t bear to see.

Blood stained the bluestone slabs in the Dharma hall, bloody limbs and testimonialsThe austere architecture forms a weird contrast.

There was a dark-skinned, short monk with a burnt mark on his face holding a sharp sword, and looked at the two people who pushed the door in a strange way.

“Zong Si” Yi Tianxing raised his head slowly, with a smile on his lips, but he asked the person in front of him like a corpse.

Ye Xiangseng closed his eyes slightly, He Shi silently prayed the bliss mantra of rebirth.

“It can’t be so fast.” Zong Si was holding the sword, a little in a trance, suddenly his face changed, and for some reason there was a strange light in his pupils, “Come on, come on, remember not to light the stick of incense inside. .”

As the word Xiang came out, he suddenly stopped talking, his face full of confusion, as if he didn’t say what he said earlier.

“Remember not to light the stick of incense inside”

This sentence floated in the small courtyard of the Falun Hall, lingering endlessly, and it seemed like he wanted to play around the beam for three days.

Yi Tianxing frowned slightly. He didn’t know what kind of tricks this person was playing, but suddenly felt a burst of boredom in his chest. Following that sentence, when the word “Ji” fell into his ears, his heart beat violently. There were ten words in total, and his heart jumped I jumped ten times until the word “Xiang” gradually dispersed, and everything went back to normal. He took a deep breath and asked:

“Those who wanted to kill Xue San’er to silence Lao Xing were all instigated by Xue San’er by you.”

At this time, Zong Si’s forehead was covered with beads of sweat like soybeans. He seemed to have thought of something terrible, and suddenly raised his head and said sadly, “Yes, I did all these things. I didn’t expect that I would work hard to the end. It was still sold.”

He lifted the fairy sword in his hand lightly, and looked at Yi Tianxing coldly.

Yi Tianxing looked at him indifferently, and his lips suddenly turned up: “You made up the whole thing, give me a reason I don’t know, maybe I will let you go.”

Ye Xiangseng frowned slightly and glanced at him.

Zong Si didn’t dare to relax, he held the fairy sword tightly in his right hand, his knuckles were pale, and after a long while, he slowly responded: “At the beginning, I just didn’t like you, and I didn’t like the young master talking about you very much. The look on your face, so I will kill you by the small pond. As for the later, on the one hand, I want to take revenge. I was driven out of the mountain gate because of you, because of you, a brat who came from picking up rags.”

Yi Tianxing interrupted him: “Stop talking nonsense, now your life is in my hands, pick the most important ones for me.”

The expression on Zong Si’s face was unpredictable, and he finally said: “The elder of Qingjingtian wants you to die.”

“why”

“have no idea.”

“So that’s how it is.” Yi Tianxing sighed, his right hand was stretched out in front of nothing, facing Zong Si directly, his thumb and index finger were connected in a ring, and his palm seemed to be holding something.

The corner of Zong Si’s eyes twitched, he pinched a defensive formula, and cursed: “Didn’t you say to let me go?”

Yi Tianxing glanced at him blankly: “The reasons you gave me are all that I know are not good, why should I let you go?”

Ye Xiangseng praised the Buddha endlessly, and secretly praised the despicable methods of protecting the Dharma. Looking at his right hand holding the air out of the corner of his eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of handprint this is

There was a burnt smell in the air between Yi Tianxing and Zong Si holding a sharp sword. Just in the air between the bluestone slabs of the Dharma Hall and the palace, a dead leaf fell between the three of them, but for some reason it ignited and ignited.

The sweat on Zong Si’s forehead dried up for some reason.

Yi Tianxing lowered his eyes slightly, stood with his feet casually, and held his right palm empty and round.

The burnt smell in the air became more and more intense, and the air between the two people actually flowed slowly, like an asphalt road scorched under the scorching sun.

“bloom”

Yi Tianxing said a word softly, and countless faint vermilion lights gradually appeared in the air, slowly condensing into a knife of sky fire, and the handle of the knife was just stuffed in the palm he had been holding, so it was just an empty hand Holding a knife, but not fingerprints.

The Heavenly Fire Knife, shining with a strange red light, condensed in the air for no reason, but the exaggerated blade with a width of about half a meter traversed Zongsi’s lower abdomen. It was only behind him that he formed a very delicate knife tip.

The sky fire knife that unfolded and appeared was not transformed by the fire element in Yi Tianxing’s body, but was condensed outside the body with the Supreme Heart Sutra. With the help of Qin Zi’er, Yi Tianxing is now proficient in the fighting skills of the three seven stars in his body. The Buddha wheels cuddled together, gradually showing their strength.

So when the Skyfire Knife appeared, it appeared from Zong Si’s body, which is equivalent to saying that a big knife suddenly grew out of a person’s body.

This fire knife severed Zongsi’s body

Zong Si, who had been fully on guard all the time, showed a terrified expression on his face, looked down at the scarlet scarlet knife face in his waist and abdomen, and rattled in his throat.

“impossible”

“iossibe is nothg.”

Yi Tianxing replied his last sentence with a touch of gentlemanly elegance, rubbed his thumbs lightly, and the Tianhuo knife cut Zongsi’s body in two like a blade cutting a log.

Zongsi’s upper body fell to the ground terribly, his eyes were still wide open, full of unwillingness and anger.

Yi Tianxing looked at the man’s corpse coldly, and the Skyfire Knife in his right hand dissipated immediately. With a light grip on his palm, dozens of sparks scattered lightly and landed on the door of the Dharma Hall of Wenshu Monastery. bluestone floor, skyThe fire was on the verge of igniting, and in no time, the blood and flesh all over the ground were turned into peaceful ashes.

The small courtyard repeated the quiet time of the past, only Ye Xiangseng’s rebirth mantra was still floating softly.

Yi Tianxing closed his eyes for a long time, he didn’t know what he was thinking, suddenly he stepped up, lightly touched the patterned lattice with his palm, pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the door is a small hall, the hall is simply furnished, and there are no traces of people living there for a long time. It is a little strange to mention that there are portraits of Sanqing in Wenshu Monastery.

Yi Tianxing is used to curse people now, but Yi Tianxing knows better than anyone else what Sanqing means to Taoism.

There is an incense burner in front of the portrait of Sanqing, with a few sticks of incense and a box of matches next to the burner, exuding a slight smoke.

Yi Tianxing walked over without looking at the portrait, snapped his fingers, a bright yellow flame appeared between his fingers, lit the incense, and respectfully inserted it into the furnace.

The moment your fingers leave the incense.

he woke up

“Remember not to light the stick of incense inside”

Zongsi’s godly words before his death rang again in his ears, and now he squinted at the portrait of Sanqing in front of him, knowing that things were very strange, and he didn’t even know why he pushed the door in. , Why do you want to light this stick of incense, why do you do things that your mind can’t control.

He slowly picked up the Three Flavors of Zen Meditation, preparing to face unknown dangers.

The incense was lit, and the green smoke gradually rose, gradually condensing into an old face.

And far away in the small building in the other corner of the provincial capital, Qin Zier opened her eyes, a trace of worry appeared in her beautiful black pupils, her right index finger lightly drew in the mid-air in front of her, and began to perform the spell again, but It was helpless and sighed in vain.

Don’t blame her.

If there is a god looking down on the provincial capital from outside the nine-day cloud, he can find that under the reflection of the setting sun, there is a small sword shining coldly in the clouds above Wenshu Monastery, trying to fly through the clouds towards Wenshu Monastery.

And beside it, there is a red bird that looks a little bloated, intercepting it at a terrifying speed.

The Suzaku, who has been following Yi Tianxing far above his head, has been flying on the clouds for many years, scaring the stubborn goshawks, teasing the wild geese going south, and even dozed on the wings of jet planes, but goshawks and wild geese When the birds saw it, they became limp and fell to the clouds. My father used to have a strict order about airplanes not to come blindly, so the poor little Suzaku has been very lonely. Today, it finally found it on the clouds where visitors are rare. This cute little sword, and this little sword doesn’t seem to be very afraid of me. The so-called hunting heart is happy, how can I let it go, waving its sharp claws, opening its fire-breathing beak, and fighting with this spirit sword. The pursuit of food is right to digest food for weight loss.

The Little Spirit Sword drew countless sharp arcs, but it was still unable to pass through the interception of the psychic Suzaku, unable to enter the clouds, and naturally unable to fly to Wenshu Monastery, and it was even more impossible to be attracted by that voice in Yi Tianxing. When you get to the room, fly to his side and stop him

This abominable, playful, ignorant, goddamn Suzaku

The green smoke gradually condenses, and the old face looks like an old man at the entrance of a village exposed to the sun from a pile of old papers. On that face, the eyes are closed, and the wrinkles are piled up like mountains and rivers.

Yi Tianxing looked at the face in the smoke, took a breath, put his left hand behind his back and built a bridge of mind, protecting his mind with the Heart Sutra.

“The words you said just now through Zongsi’s mouth are very powerful illusions, and should be the supernatural powers of lightning in Taoism.”

The lips of that old face were slightly parted strangely, but no teeth could be seen inside, just bottomless darkness.

Yi Tianxing was a little nervous, Weimi watched.

But at this time, the eyes on the old face suddenly opened

Yi Tianxing’s previous attention was all on his mouth, but he didn’t expect the other party’s eyes to open without warning at this time, and he was turned into a god after a little loss of consciousness.

The gaze in those eyes is very soft, like a stream at the turn of the mountain, flowing but not noisy, picking up wild flowers every now and then, with a fresh breath.

As soon as Yi Tianxing cast his eyes on those clear eyes, he couldn’t take them back.

“This is power in its purest form, and this is the power of the spirit.”

The dark lips on the old face opened and closed slightly, and a word came out.

Yi Tianxing felt as if he had been hit hard on his chest, and his heart beat violently as before. He felt a sweetness in his throat, and spit out a mouthful of blood like a splash

His blood was not in vain, the blood was sprayed directly on the old face, only a series of chi chi sounds were heard, the old face made of smoke was slightly distorted, and it seemed that he also felt the extreme pressure from the Nine Heavens Profound Fire high temperature.

At this very moment, Yi Tianxing’s consciousness became clear for a while, and he was about to turn his head away from the pair of eyes, but he heard the terrible old face whisper:

“Water is clear, rushing like a law”

As soon as the incantation came out, the content in the pair of magic eyes on the old face changed again, and the small dots of light gradually revealed their true colors. It turned out that they were catkins flying in the wind in spring, and the catkins gradually turned into illusions in the next moment Then, it became the oleander blooming in early summer in Gaoyang County, the pale pink flowers are so attractive. The autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves fall, and the shadow of the bicycle on the street fades away, becoming a small black spot, which falls from the sky in a blink of an eyeIt fell down and turned into beautiful hexagonal snowflakes, lightly sprinkled over the sky of a temple

In the twinkling of an eye, these eyes actually experienced the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and countless beautiful fragments appeared, which one couldn’t bear to stay away from.

Even Yi Tianxing can’t get away from it. All these small fragments are the experience of his life. At this time, the whole person’s spiritual consciousness feels in a trance, as if he is very willing to go away with this beautiful scenery, just like this. As soon as I read it, I felt my body lighten up, slowly drifting towards those unfathomable eyes.

Ye Xiangseng had already rushed in after hearing the shout, seeing such a strange situation, he naturally didn’t dare to neglect, so he pressed down on the ground with his palm

Where the big handprint landed, countless fragments of floor tiles flew up, bypassing Yi Tianxing’s body and smashing towards the picture with the Sanqing portrait, but it was very strange, as soon as these brick fragments entered with the sound of sharp breaking wind, The old face condensed by the smoke disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

On the contrary, Ye Xiangseng felt his body being hit by countless gusts of wind the next moment, and he slumped to the ground with blood oozing from the corner of his lips.

Sitting scattered on the ground, it will be useless for the time being to scatter the lotus Buddha sect’s technique, then it will be pure and righteous, and protect the Dharma with the Diamond Sutra

It seems that at the same time, countless voices of praising the Buddha sounded in this small room in the Dharma Hall, including men and women, old and young, rough and slender, and these countless voices, all From Ye Xiangseng’s blood-stained lips

The voice went back and forth in the hut without any sign of interruption.

“All appearances are false,” said a girl.

“All appearances are false,” said an old man.

“All appearances are false,” a young monk said sincerely. :