Kong Fu was surprised at Cong Yun's methods.
Cong Yun also glanced at Kong Ji secretly.
The sight of his brows blooming with golden light just now could not escape his eyes.
The moment the Buddha's sound resounded, Cong Yun thought that Kong Ji was about to hit the road, but he didn't expect that he just managed to survive.
"Donor Kong has a lot of secrets."
In this way, Congyun felt relieved. Even if Kong was separated from him, he would still be able to protect himself to a certain extent.
If you really want to take action later, you can help yourself.
Fortunately, after the Buddha's sound, there was no further attack.
Kong Jin followed Cong Yun and continued to step up the stairs.
At this time, he asked deliberately: "Little monk Congyun, this spiritual attack uses Buddhist sounds as a carrier, I am afraid it is your Buddhist method."
In the attack just now, Kong Jiang did not hear the slightest bit of Buddhist purity and peace in his voice.
On the contrary, every word reveals deep malice.
With the words of mercy, the act of killing is carried out.
"Yes!" Congyun did not deny it, admitted it frankly, and added: "The disaster of Kuruo Temple, I don't know how many monks were buried in it. Their spiritual entanglement was sealed in this small area by the formation for thousands of years. If it is dispersed, evil spirits will naturally be born."
"It is the evil spirit born from the monks of Kuruo Temple, and it is reasonable for them to use my Buddhist methods."
"That's it. !" Cong Yun's explanation made Kong Jiang understand the reason.
He recalled the spiritual attack just now and made a firm judgment: "The evil spirit's cultivation level is probably much higher than mine."
A single spiritual attack almost killed Kong Jiang. Although the spiritual consciousness is lost, although there is an element of sneak attack in it, its cultivation level is conservatively estimated to be in the third realm of Shenglun, or even the fourth realm of Shuangling.
"It doesn't matter, my little Leiyin Temple is best at suppressing demons and demons." Cong Yun said this with a solemn expression, without his usual frivolity, and looking a bit like a senior monk.
In this way, the two of them took steps and continued to climb the stairs.
It was about tea time when the two of them were approaching the main hall of Kuruo Temple.
The divine attack from the darkness comes again.
The vast and evil Buddhist scriptures attacked Kong Ji and Cong Yun at the same time.
"Hmph!" Kong Zhi had this first experience, how could he let it succeed again, while using the Jin Ming Divine Refining Technique with all his strength to resist the attack of the divine consciousness.
Take a step closer to Congyun.
The latter also calmly recited Buddhist mantras to crush the attack of divine consciousness.
It’s just that this time, it’s different from the last time.
After the spiritual attack was lifted, a strange black ripple came from the darkness. It bypassed Cong Yun and flew directly towards Kong Ji.
Because it was covered up by the Buddha's message, neither Cong Yun nor Kong Ji could react to the obscure method.
Kong Zhi felt a chill on the back of his head, his eyes suddenly became dazed, and his head felt chaotic for a moment.
It was as if something was clinging to his consciousness silently, causing the brilliance of the golden beans between his eyebrows to dim a bit.
The world was spinning in front of him. He was clearly following Cong Yun. He was only three feet away from the latter and could reach out and touch him.
By the time he broke free from the chaos, Congyun had disappeared.
“Oops!” Kong Jiang’s heart froze, secretly thinking that something was wrong, and he knew that he might be tricked.
Before his solemn emotions spread, his vision suddenly became clear again.
Kuruo Temple is still the same Kuruo Temple, but it doesn’t have the lifelessness it had when I first entered it.
The sun is shining brightly in the sky, the spring is warm, and a few birds fly to build nests under the eaves in front of the main hall.
Several little monks stepped on the escalator and carefully fed the baby birds.
From time to time, monks would walk by this road. When they saw Kong Ji, they would salute respectfully and call him, 'Senior Brother Ji Yuan'.
Kong's head suddenly froze for a moment, and he responded out of nowhere, and then he let out a serious voice that was not his own at all, and scolded those little monks who were playing with the baby birds sternly. : "Yuankong, Yuanjin, Yuanfei, have you memorized today's lessons? You are teasing the birds again. Be careful, senior brother will reward you with a whip later."
When several monks saw Kong Ji, they seemed to have seen the god of plague. They even forgot to put away the escalator and dispersed in a rush.
Then Kong Zhen shook his head, went to take down the escalator, and kept muttering: "These little bastards are just playing around all day long. If they fail the Buddhist exam this time, they will be punished." The senior brothers from the Discipline Hall rushed down the mountain."
"Now that there is a severe drought in Tianqi, their parents can only eat the roots of wild vegetables. They will starve to death when they go down the mountain."
"Oh. , Patriarch Jishi has asked for food from the Tianqi royal family many times. Now the whole Tianqi is starving and the royal family is helpless."
Listening to the words, it turns out that this senior brother Jiyuan is a monk with a disgusting face.
He is in charge of the young monks' homework and examinations, and is quite respected in Kuruo Temple. Although the young monks are afraid of him, they also respect him.
In the beginning Kong Jiang could still know who he was.
As Ji Yuan almost finished his words, Kong Ji had completely forgotten himself and was completely brought into this new identity.
So he began to teach regularly, chanting sutras and chanting like a little monk.
Day after day.
Kong Ji has completely forgotten his identity.
Every day I walk in this Kuruo Temple as a Jade Master.
From time to time, he would take the food distributed to him in the temple down the mountain to relieve the people of Quanzhou.
But there has been a severe drought in Tianqi for the past ten years, and the people have had no harvest. Zen Master Jishi of Kuruo Temple was also helpless and could only wander around various sects, begging them to come up with spiritual rice for disaster relief.
Except for the Weather Royal Family, which can occasionally squeeze out some surplus food, other sects have simply closed their doors.
Zen Master Jishi was at a loss what to do, not to mention he was just a small teaching master.
The little surplus food he had could only protect a few families from starving to death.
But there are hundreds of thousands of households in Quanzhou.
There are hundreds of Quanzhous in Tianqi.
Every time I go to the foot of the mountain, I see the emaciated people with sallow faces and corpses everywhere, silent and silent.
He could only chant scriptures every day, pray for rain, recite the Great Confession silently every day, and condemn his sins harshly.
Trying that the Buddha in his heart could give him a response.
However, another year has passed, and the people of Quanzhou are no longer alive. The whole city is full of dead bodies, and there is almost nowhere to put the corpses on the ground.
The stench can be smelled for hundreds of miles around.
One day, something happened that completely changed Ji Yuan's state of mind.
Several young monks he was responsible for teaching Buddhism secretly went down the mountain because they missed their families.
As a result, they were encountered by the victims on the road. Due to extreme hunger, they skinned several of the young monks alive and cooked them in a pot.
When Ji Yuan arrived, all he saw was a pile of tender white bones and a child's head that had been half eaten.
His name is Yuan Kong, and he is Ji Yuan’s favorite young monk.
The other young monks were all afraid of Ji Yuan. Only Yuan Kong would occasionally secretly give the spiritual rice he had saved to Ji Yuan. The young monk knew that Ji Yuan used the spiritual rice to help the victims.
He also wanted to make an effort.
Ji Yuan also believed that he had Buddha nature and would definitely become an eminent monk in the future. The young monk was not shy about boasting and ran away every time.
Right now, his flesh and blood are still cooking in the pot, and his eyes still have the daze before death.
“Yuankong!” Holding Yuankong’s head with trembling hands, Jiyuan’s eyes had murderous intent for the first time.
But looking at the victims who were so hungry that only skin and bones were left, and even a young child, Ji Yuan could only put down his clenched fists.
Finally, under the horrified gazes of the victims, Ji Yuan silently collected the bones of several young monks and returned to Kuruo Temple in despair.
He stood in front of the graves of the three young monks for three days without closing his eyes, and his eyes were red.
On the evening of the third day, he suddenly laughed twice.
He broke into the courtyard of Zen Master Ji Shi despite the obstruction of all the brothers.
He was an old man with white eyebrows. He was thin and could not see any majesty, but his eyes were extremely bright. There was a kind of transparency that could see through people's hearts with just a glance.
"Master Jishi, what is a Buddha?" Jiyuan's eyes were bloodshot. Facing the famous Zen Master Jishi from Tianqi, he was fearless and looked directly into the latter's eyes.
"Natural disasters occur frequently. Although our monks can survive these disasters alone, the people of Quanzhou and the people of Tianqi cannot survive two households out of ten. I, the Buddha, said that we can save all sentient beings. Is it just talk?"
Zen Master Jishi noticed the strangeness of Ji Yuan, silently looked at his bloodshot eyes, and responded: "The Buddha is in my heart, and what we do is the Buddha. We save all sentient beings. , is the Buddha who saves all sentient beings.”
“If we do our best to save this world, and have a clear conscience, we are the Buddha.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
"Then what's the use of worshiping Buddha?" Ji Yuan smiled and directly asked Zen Master Jishi.
"Whether you worship or not worship does not make any difference to all sentient beings. Then my disciples will no longer worship this Buddha."
Such rebellious and unethical words should not be placed in any temple. , they will all be severely punished, even killed with a stick.
Chan Master Ke Jishi just looked at Ji Yuan, waved his hand and threw him into the prison of the Discipline Hall to face the wall and think about his mistakes.
Ji Yuan sat there for ten years. He sat there until hair grew on his bald head and long black whiskers grew on his chin, but the bloodshot eyes twined never faded for a moment.
The bones of those young monks, and the confusion that still remained on the face of young monk Yuankong before his death, appeared before his eyes like a nightmare every day.
"If the Buddha does not save the world, then the Buddha is deceiving the world and stealing his reputation, so the Buddha deserves to die!"
Facing the cold stone wall, Ji Yuan sat there for ten years and said coldly to himself, His voice was as dry as the sound of rough cowhide rubbing against each other.
This sentence was said by Ji Yuan and also by Kong Ji.
The moment the voice fell, Kong Ji suddenly woke up. He saw countless black energy coming from all directions and covering his whole body.
The black air was colder than Xuan Bing. The moment it came into contact with his own skin, he subconsciously froze.
Then black energy crazily penetrated into his pores, accompanied by a severe stinging sensation.
The eyes, mouth, nose, and ears are also eroded by the black air, causing pain like needle pricks.
The black energy entered Kongji's body and tyrannically occupied the meridians of Kongji's limbs and bones, suppressing the power of the Guanghan Taiyin Meridian.
For a time, Kong Ji couldn't even put up a decent resistance.
At the critical moment, the Ice Soul Daoji in his Dantian shook violently.
Buzz! A vast coercion came out, and Daoji activated all his spiritual power.
The moon wheel seal emerged from the center of his eyebrows, causing the center of his eyebrows to bloom with bright moonlight.
The stone wall in front of Kong's eye is illuminated by the brilliance of the moon wheel seal.
Wow! Like a mirror broken. (End of this chapter)