Chapter 17: The majestic monk

The very far place Wuxin said is just a hill not far from the city. There is a dilapidated temple on the hill. The writing on it is blurred. The Buddha image in the temple has also lost his arm. It seems that it hasn't been for a long time. People have been to this temple. Wuxin sat on the roof of the temple alone, with white robe flying around, looking at Khotan in the distance in a daze.
"What are you looking at?" Lei Wujie leaped up and asked.
"Look at this Khotan country." Wuxin pointed to the city not far away.
"What?" Lei Wujie was puzzled.
"Is it poor?" Wuxin asked.
Lei Wujie thought for a while and nodded. Indeed, the city of Sangu where they were a few days ago was so prosperous, not to mention the Liberty City on the border, Bi Luo, but when he arrived in Khotan, all he saw were poor locals and ascetic monks.
"The old monk said he really wanted to come back here." Wuxin said softly.
Lei Wujie didn't understand the meaning of Wuxin's words for a while, but said softly, "Yes."
"The old monk was born in this country of Khotan. He was proficient in Buddhism when he was six years old. When he discussed the Dharma with the Dafanyin Temple at the time, he was puzzled: My country is so poor that people don’t have a smile on their faces. Why is it so painful to ask for the truth? Do people come to this world to endure hardship?"
"Why did the false mage answer him?"
"Master Xuxu said that the flowers are splendid, and the flowers are always withering. You can live forever, the vicissitudes of life, how can you live without worry, and all things are happy. Life is impermanent, painful, and happy. The two are symbiotic."
"I don't understand." Lei Wujie calmly.
"The old monk didn't understand, so when he was six years old, he left Khotan, asking for doctrine, until he preached at Hanshan Temple when he was forty years old. But the puzzle in his heart remained unsolved. If one person was killed, he could save a thousand. Ten thousand people, but this person is innocent, can you kill it?"
"This..." Lei Wujie hesitated for a while.
"If you want me to kill," Xiao Se said quietly, sitting on the steps below.
"When I was a child, in my dream, I felt that someone was standing in front of me, opening his eyes in a daze, and found that the old monk was standing there with a knife. He wanted to kill me, but couldn't make it, so he finally left. Then he opened his eyes. I went to the Rakshasa Hall and wanted me to go from the devil to the Buddha, but I didn't know whether this was right or wrong, so that the difference in my thoughts finally entered the path of the devil." Wuxin sighed.
"I think I probably know who you are." Xiao Se said suddenly.
"Brother Xiao is very knowledgeable, and I am very interested in Brother Xiao, but I can't guess where you came from." Wuxin smiled.
"Your surname is Ye." Xiao Se said firmly.
"Yes, you are right. Before entering the gate of Hanshan Temple, my surname was Ye. My name is Ye Anshi, Ye Dingzhi's son."
"Ye Dingzhi? Sovereign Demon Sect!" Lei Wujie said in surprise.
"Those who can make Tianwaitian, Xueyue City, Tianxia Buddhism and even the imperial court hold such a high regard, I think about it all in all with Ye Dingzhi."
"What is Tianwaitian?" Lei Wujie asked.
"Everyone knows that twelve years ago, the Demon Cult marched to the east, and it was a waste of life, but there are not many people who really understand the Demon Cult. The Demon Cult is actually a collective term for more than 30 foreign sects, large and small, of which the most important One of them is Tianwaitian. The previous Demon Sovereign, Ye Dingzhi, was the first seat of Tianwaitian. After the defeat of the Demon Cult’s Eastern Expedition, he made an agreement with the Central Plains Wulin that he would not set foot in the Great Profound Territory within 12 years. This agreement also contains a proton. This proton was adopted by a mysterious person for a period of twelve years. It must be you?" Xiao Se said.
"It was me. I was five years old that year, and I went to the east with my father. Later, I was forgotten and adopted. Now the twelve-year period has expired. It is said that I should go back to Heaven. But after letting me go, who knows the devil's church? It won't make a comeback again, so some people want to abolish my martial arts, some want to imprison me, and some want to kill me." Wuxin said.
"What about you, what do you want?"
"I want to go back to Hanshan Temple and continue to listen to the old monk chanting." Wuxin smiled.
Xiao Se was stunned for a moment, stood up, tied his hands in his sleeves, walked a few steps forward, looked at the Khotan kingdom in the distance, and said softly: "I am not a hundred years old, and I often have a thousand years of worry."
"As soon as the twelve-year period expires, everyone will act. The old monk can't stop those people, so he's crazy about worrying," Wuxin said.
"That person in the daytime is the grandson of the broken empty knife, right?" Xiao Se asked.
"Yes, the broken air knife king Sun was a close friend of my father's life. He was a disciple of the Tianshan School. He persuaded his father not to march but failed. In the end, he wanted to leave, but was forced by the teacher to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the demons. After the war, he retired from the Tianshan Sect on the grounds that the sentiment of his division had been reported, and worshipped the Xuhui Master of Dafanyin Temple as his teacher. If he had not quit the division at that time, he should have been the head of the Tianshan Sect." Inadvertently said.
"It's also a person who values ​​love and justice." Lei Wujie nodded in praise.
"Tomorrow you will die." Xiao Se suddenly said, "You should find a fast horse now and run to the west without stopping."
"If I want to escape, I can escape in Beauty Village." Wuxin smiled, "I said I still have something to do, because the old monk always said that he wanted to come back here, and now his body is gone, but I To bring his soul back."
"The Dafa affair of three hundred monks tomorrow will surely shock the entire Khotan country. Jiulong Temple is not far from here. When so many masters will come, are you confident?"
"Tomorrow's matter, I'll talk about it tomorrow." Wuxin stood up, the white monk's robe flying in the air.
"But there is one thing I haven't figured out."
"Oh? You know Tian Waitian, you know Wang Ren Sun, and you even know that Duke Jin was once the famous Fengyujian Shen Jingzhou, I thought all this was under your control."
"The only thing I don't understand is, why are you bringing us two? We are people who have nothing to do with this matter." Xiao Se said.
"Yeah! You really need a helper, shouldn't you find the two masters from Tianwaitian?" Lei Wujie also asked.
"Didn't you say that, I'm short of money. One of you is wearing a golden coat and the other is wearing a phoenix fire. You look very rich." Wuxin said sincerely.
"You monk, there seems to be a thousand lies under your tongue, ready to pop out at any time." Xiao Se felt a little helpless.
"At this point, you two are the same." Lei Wujie muttered.
Wuxin walked a few steps forward and stopped by the eaves. Suddenly, she flicked her long sleeves, drenched in the cold moonlight, smiling long to the sky, long sleeves flying, and dancing in the wind.
"I want to ride the wind northward, and the Xueluo Xuanyuan is as big as a seat.
I want to take a boat to swim east, and Fairy Chuoyue stands in the wind.
I want to travel thousands of miles in the cloud, how can the temple dragon yin me?
At the top of Kunlun, you can see the green mountains in the desperate sea.
Changfeng Wanliyan returns, but the world won't return! "
Wuxin closed his sleeves and looked down. Xiao Se also looked up at him at this moment. At that moment, both of them seemed to see themselves in each other's eyes!
"I won't die, I still have a lot of places to go." Wuxin said seriously.