Song of Adolescence

The sky is twilight.

"Monk, they are here." Xiao Se stood up, yawned, and walked to the edge of the cliff, looking at the hundreds of monks standing densely under the mountain. At this moment, they sat down together, and the sound of gongs and drums in his hands sounded while chanting the scriptures. Come, in that vast piece of land, there is quite a bit of Buddha's will. Even a lazy person like Xiao Se couldn't help but become serious: "Three hundred monks chanting longitudes in the desert is a bit more Zen than the royal ceremony."

"That's..." Lei Wujie suddenly pointed to the distance, but saw a giant monk with a knife standing abruptly behind the three hundred monks chanting. The monk carrying the knife looked forward with bitter eyes. There were nine horses there, and several monks were sitting on the horses, and they were also running towards this side.

"It's the grandson of the king." Xiao Se turned to look at Wuxin. "He didn't seem to evade as you agreed. This time, he seems to have made a different decision than it was twelve years ago."

"Come in." Wuxin glanced coldly, without saying anything, just stepped slowly into the ruined temple.

At the foot of the mountain, the king Sun plunged the ring knife in his hand into the soil, closed his eyes, and took a long breath.

In front of him, the seven Buddhist Daoists of the Jiulong Temple: Dajue, Dahuai, Dawei, Daguan, Damo, Dawang, Dapu Master, as well as Buddhist monks without Zen, and Tang Lian are running on horseback.

"Who is this?" Tang Lian asked.

"Da Fanyin Temple, Faye Venerable." Wuchan frowned slightly. In his impression, this Faye Venerable was always fascinated. The few rumors he occasionally heard were nothing but absurd behaviors like drinking and eating meat. I have never heard of this venerable still mastering martial arts, and I don't know why he suddenly raised his sword to block the way.

At this moment, Wang Ren Sun suddenly opened his eyes. He suddenly drew the knife on the ground, and swiped the knife horizontally at the nine people. The supreme blade strength blew up the dust on the ground, and blood suddenly appeared. Abandoned the horse in a hurry and jumped up, but the nine horses were cut in half by the sword.

The blood was falling like rain, even Tang Lian couldn't help but sighed: "What a murderous! What a powerful sword!"

Wang Ren Sun plunged the knife heavily into the soil again, and shouted angrily: "Stop!"

The headed Zen Master Dajue wore a yellow cassock with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Seeing this scene, he just whispered: "Amitabha Buddha."

The other Zen masters behind him also bowed their heads and chanted the Buddha's name softly. Zen Master Dajue sighed: "Venerable Faye has put down the butcher knife for twelve years, why do you reenter the precept of killing?"

"I wanted to be a monk in this life to redeem my sins, but found that I couldn't look back long ago. After thinking about it, I can only atone for my sins if I continue to carry the knife." Wang Rensun closed his eyes again, his The broken empty knife is very different from the usual knife. Every time a knife is released, it is a process of meditation.

"Venerable Faye's swords are great for the gods. Lao Na has already learned it twelve years ago. It's just that the nine demon conquering people on Lao Na's side, can the Venerable keep a sword breaking the ring?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to keep nine, how many monks do you think I can keep?" Wang Ren Sun's hand lightly touched the hilt.

"Venerable Faye, you have a murderous intention." Zen Master Da Jue increased his tone a little bit.

"Yes! I have a murderous heart!" Wang Ren Sun held the handle of the knife tightly, and pulled out the knife again.

"No Zen, you and the Donor Tang of Xueyue City stop him!" Zen Master Dajue jumped and slapped one palm to the king and grandson. He waved that palm away, but he saw countless illusory palm shadows appearing. The attainments of the Buddha's hands may have entered the state of transformation. Wang Ren Sun didn't dare to take it hard, he violently lifted his sword and withdrew a step. When he saw Wang Ren Sun dodge, he didn't chase him, and rushed to the hillside along with the other six masters.

The king, Sun, steadied his pace and lifted the knife to chase, but suddenly heard a "ding" in his ear, he turned around and waved the knife hard, knocking the cold-lighted nail to the ground.

"Tang Sect pierced nails?" The king Sun frowned slightly, "There are people from Tang Sect on this trip. The world martial arts is actually going to kill a child? Whose disciple are you, Tang Huang? Tang Xuan? Or Tang? Lian Yue?"

Tang Lian was stunned. He had never heard the name Faye Venerable before, but as soon as this person spoke, he called out the names of the three Tang Sect elders who had not entered the world and had written his disciple Wuxue. He seemed to have a good understanding of Tang Sect. , He clasped his fists: "In the next Tang Lian, before the age of sixteen, he learned the stunts of the outer room under Master Tang Lianyue, and then went to Xueyue City at the order of Master. Now he is the disciple of Baili Dongjun, the lord of Xueyue City. "

"You are the disciple of the guy Baili Dongjun? Okay, then I won't kill you. Who are you this monk? You look familiar, as if you have seen him before, are you a disciple of Dajue?" Wang Rensun turned his head and asked Wuchan.

No Zen hands folded together: "The poor monk is a disciple of Zen Master Wangyou, and there is no Zen. Temporarily resides in the Jiulong Temple to practice the magical powers of Vajra and Devil.

"Wangyou? They seem to be the disciples of the deceased. So the man above is your junior?" Wang Rensun asked.

"Yes." Wuchan replied simply.

"Then I ask you, are you going to save him or kill him?" Wang Ren Sun Youyou asked.

"I don't know." Wu Chan shook his head.

"I don't know?" Wang Ren Sun frowned slightly.

"Also, please give the little monk an answer." Wu Chan bowed his head.

"The answer is in the knife, let's find it by yourself." Wang Ren Sun's pupil tightened, and he firmly grasped the knife in his hand.

"I don't know who was the surname before the monk?" Tang Lian suddenly thought of one person and asked.

"Wang Ren Sun."

"Broken empty knife!" Tang Lian still exclaimed when she heard the name. A knife broke into the sky, and the sword that was known as the dominant knife came out. The knife's intention was still alive for three days. It was one of the three knives in the world twelve years ago. It was the same as that of Xueyue City Elder Ye Mubai. Kunwu knife is equally famous!

The king Sun slammed the knife and said loudly: "Come and find your answer!"

And in the ruined temple, Wuxin took out a package from his robe, looked solemnly, and walked forward slowly to open the contents of the package and place it on the altar.

"What is that?" Lei Wujie asked.

Xiao Se frowned and looked at it for a long time, and said, "Could this be the legendary relic?"

"Relics?"

"After some eminent monks sit down, there are still pearl-like objects that are still indelible by fire. They are called relics. Buddhist scriptures say that relics are cultivated through virtues such as "six paramitas" and "precept and wisdom". It is the appearance of the harmony between the mind and the Buddha, which is formed by the practitioners due to the power of precept, concentration and wisdom. Every relic is precious and a sacred object of the Buddhist school." Xiao Se explained.

After unintentionally placed the relic on the altar, he walked down slowly: "Everyone said that the old monk died instantly after his body was destroyed, but in fact, there was still this relic in the ashes. I thought, I will bring this relic back to this Khotan country not far away. The old monk will not return here before his death, and he should return after his death."

After Wuxin finished speaking, he sat down, closed his eyes, twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, and followed the three hundred monks down the mountain to chant the scriptures.

And with the chanting of the scriptures, the relic suddenly gave out bursts of golden light, and a figure appeared on the Buddhist altar...

"Xiao Se, this..." Lei Wujie was shocked and couldn't help asking, but was stopped by Xiao Se reaching out. Xiao Se shook his head slightly: "Don't talk."

The figure on the altar became more and more real with the sound of chanting, but it was an old monk wearing a gray robe with white eyebrows and kind eyebrows. The old monk walked down from the altar, looked at Wuxin who was sitting on the ground, bent down, and gently stroked his head: "Child..."

"Master!" Wuxin has always called Master Wangyou as "old monk", but finally yelled out the word "Master" at this moment. He bowed to the ground, tears surging from his eyes.

"Good boy don't cry." Wangyou smiled slightly, "What are you doing here, you should go home."

"Wuxin's home is Hanshan Temple." Wuxin sobbed.

"Stupid boy, Hanshan Temple is only a place where you live temporarily. Now that you grow up, it is time to go back to your own home. Your home is in a free place, a realm outside the world, a heaven outside the sky." Wangyou Shook his head.

"The disciple just wants to go back to Hanshan Temple." Wuxin repeats these words like a stubborn child at this moment.

"What a silly boy, and only those people think that you will become the kind of fire that will subvert the world." Wangyou sighed, stood up and turned his back.

"Master! Please show Wuxin the way." Wuxin finally raised her head and looked at Wangyou's back.

"In fact, I have always felt that we are not mentors and apprentices, but that we have walked a long way with each other. Now my path is over, and the rest of the road can only be walked on by yourself. You just need to remember In a word, don't turn your head back." Wangyou didn't look back at Wuxin, and walked forward step by step, and the figure disappeared little by little.

"Unintentional to follow Master's decree!" Unintentional kowtow.

"Is this a ghost...?" Lei Wujie's figure trembled slightly.

"It is said that one of the six magical powers of Buddhism is called'Liujintong'. Even though a person is dead, the soul can remain immortal until the last trace of mortal obsessions dissipates." Xiao Se is also the first time he has seen the soul after death. Immortal, you will know the mystery of Buddhism, and you must not speak rashly.

Wuxin stood up and wiped away the tears from his face. With a wave of his robe, he became the handsome monk again. He seemed to have completely forgotten himself who was lying on the ground and crying like a naughty boy. He cleared his throat. , Shen said: "Let's go."

"At this moment, don't pretend to look like Shengxue in white. Just now, we all saw it." Xiao Se satirized him.

"Hey, I wanted to be the kind of cynical but arrogant fairy monk, but I didn't expect that an old monk would be reluctant to make a mistake." Wuxin said with a grin, "but didn't the old monk say anything? I have to walk by myself. Although after his death, my first way is the cliff of ten thousand meters."

"Master Wangyou's Dharma is mysterious, but there is a saying that is wrong. You don't have to walk the rest of the road alone." Xiao Se said quietly.

"Oh?" Wuxin smiled thoughtfully.

"And let's go together." Lei Wujie smiled and strode out to the door.

Xiao Se put his arms in his sleeves, followed lazily, smiled carelessly, shook his head and walked in the end. The three finally walked out of the temple shoulder-to-shoulder, one in red, with clear eyes, the other in white with a smile on the corners of his mouth, and the other one wearing a golden fur and yawning after two steps, but one thing was the same. In the individual's pupils, what is burning is the light that young talents have.

"That's them?" Xiao Se walked to the door and asked lazily.

"That's them." Wuxin smiled.

Outside the temple, seven monks in cassocks are sitting there, some of them are kind-eyed and smiling without speaking, some are like angered arhats, and some are slumbering with their eyes closed.

Actually Arhat Array!