Chapter 228 Buddha Clothes
It was night, the lights of the restaurants in Yucha Town stayed on all night, and the back alleys were filled with empty wine jars.
At the top of Tea Mountain outside the town, a figure appeared at some point.
This is a monk.
No...strictly speaking, he is just a novice monk.
He looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a thin and short stature, but for some reason he was wearing a wide and gorgeous cassock that swept the floor. The big Buddha beads hanging around his neck seemed to be able to break his small neck.
But if anyone is here, they will definitely think that this little novice monk... is very unusual.
His eyes were too light and too deep, as light as if there was no emotion at all, and so deep that they seemed to contain hundreds of reincarnations. It was not the look that a child should have at all.
The little novice monk stood on the tea mountain, looking at the brightly lit restaurant in Yucha Town from a distance, then slowly turned his head and looked in another direction.
That is the ruins of Fanyin Temple on the bank of Dongxuan Lake, which has been destroyed by fire.
The young novice sighed softly like an old man.
The next moment, the night wind blew, and his figure melted into the wind, dispersed like smoke, and disappeared.
After only a few breaths, the breeze blew in front of the ruins of Fanyin Temple. There were silk wadding flying in the wind, and finally melted into the appearance of a young novice monk.
Wearing simple straw sandals, he walked a few steps forward and stood in front of the broken wall.
Then he stretched out his hand and tapped his fingertips, and bits and pieces of golden fluorescent light flew out from his fingertips and sprinkled onto the ruins.
Immediately afterwards, a person made of golden fluorescent light appeared next to the little novice.
This man with disheveled hair and a stubble on his face, carrying a huge coffin on his back and walking slowly, clearly looked like Fu Qingzhou when he first entered Fanyin Temple!
What this person with golden light did was exactly the same as what Fu Qingzhou had done back then. There was no difference at all. Even when it sat on the burned door steps, it said what Fu Qingzhou had said. what was said.
"Huh... I'm so exhausted."
The golden human figure sat down at the doorstep of Fanyin Temple, placed the coffin heavily on the ground with a thud, and wiped his sweat.
Turning around, I saw that the bronze door of the temple was closed and it was extremely quiet.
So it took a deep breath, raised its neck and shouted.
"Is there anyone there?"
"Is there anyone there? I'm here to take the great monk's body back to the temple!"
The little novice monk looked at it for a while and stretched out his arms. Take action, wave lightly.
The movement speed of the golden humanoid suddenly became extremely fast, seemingly accelerating ten times or a hundred times. Afterwards, the little novice followed him into the Fanyin Temple, where golden humanoids also appeared one after another.
They each have their own image, completely replicating everything Fu Qingzhou experienced after entering the temple.
The little novice monk came to the center of Fanyin Temple, stood still and closed his eyes.
Those golden figures replayed all the scenes and stories that happened in the past month and more at an extremely fast speed. They shuttled back and forth around the little novice, and the replay speed became faster and faster.
Gradually, everything turned into a huge storm filled with golden light.
The little novice monk closed his eyes tightly, slowly stretched out his hand, and held it in the wind.
In an instant, the golden light danced and dissipated, and his hand held a golden thread.
The silk thread was fluttering, but it spread outside the temple.
The little novice monk let go of his hand, turned around and stepped forward, melting into the wind again.
When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the shore of Dongxuan Lake, where Yuan Wu died.
The golden thread spread from Fanyin Temple here, and finally landed on a charred corpse beside the lake shore.
After Yuan Wu died, Fu Qingzhou and the others had to rush to Fanyin Temple. The best way to deal with the body was to set a fire and burn it.
One day later, the flames that burned the bones had of course been extinguished. Only a shriveled and charred corpse was left here. The corpse was twisted and broken. The cassock he wore was unexpectedly not burned, but was stained with black. Mixed with the similarly charred earth and plants around it, it was completely black at first glance, and no one could be seen at all.
The little novice monk sighed softly.
He came to the charred corpse, slowly leaned down, stretched out his hand, and tapped Yuanwu's forehead and heart, which had long been invisible.
"The sea of consciousness is shattered, and all the cultivation is gone." He finally spoke, with a childish voice but an old and steady tone: "After ten years of hard work, I am finally free... You have suffered, disciple."
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Ripples appeared on the fingertips, and golden light spread all over Yuanwu's corpse in an instant. In just a few breaths, the corpse turned into ashes and dispersed in the breeze, leaving only the cassock.
The little novice's pupils paused slightly, and he reached out to brush his cassock.
In the blink of an eye, all the black stained by corpses and other objects when they were scorched disappeared, revealing the true appearance of the cassock - it was the plain white cassock that Yuan Wu was wearing when he escaped. Take any damage from the fire and lie there flat!
Everyone thought that the big iron box Yuan Wu took with him when he escaped was the only treasure. Who would have thought that the cassock he was wearing was also a treasure!
At this moment, a soft call suddenly came from behind the little novice monk.
"Senior brother, I'm here."
The little novice monk turned his face sideways - behind him, there suddenly appeared an extremely handsome man, with facial features that were almost indistinguishable from male to female, and their skin color was glowing all over their bodies. Golden young monk.
This monk is none other than Hui Xin from the Jin Chan Temple who once appeared at the foot of Langhuan Mountain.
The little novice monk hummed softly, looked down at the plain white cassock and said, "The Buddha's robe is still there, but the blood cicada is gone. From what you can see, what should I do?"
Huixin's eyes moved slightly.
"Senior brother..."
He slowly asked: "Buddha's clothes, blood cicada and Buddha's son, which one is more important?"
The little novice monk smiled slightly.
He waved his hand, and the plain white cassock on the ground immediately rose up and disappeared into his wide sleeves.
“The Blood Cicada in Buddha Clothes is the beginning of our temple’s inheritance, and it is also the last step for the Golden Cicada Divine Shell Technique to enter the realm of selfless gods.”
“Buddha, this is the beginning of our temple’s inheritance. The great road of heaven and earth is conceived, and the path of destiny points to all the ways in the world."
After saying that, the young novice turned around and chuckled: "If we want to realize selflessness in our temple and preach to the world, blood cicadas will join us. "Buddha disciples are all indispensable."
Hui Xin frowned slightly, clasped his hands and lowered his head: "Brother, the Buddha disciple has entered the True Immortal Palace, and Qingsongzi may have some backup plans."
"Qingsongzi, Long Dabei, Ning Baimei..."
The little novice's expression did not change, he slightly raised his head and looked at the night sky, and said lightly: "No matter how heroic he is, he has not entered the state of selflessness before the years. It’s just a handful of yellow sand, a beautiful face and white bones.”
“I am the golden cicada divine shell, and I will see reincarnation and live forever.”
After that, he looked at Hui Xin and said with a smile. "Understood?"
"Understood."
Wise Heart Namaskar: "Brother, I want to say, there is no need to rush."
"Exactly." The little novice said softly: "Yuanwu is too anxious...I asked him to close the temple for three years just to make him It's a pity that he is too impatient to understand this matter."
"Let's see how he behaves, and he will do whatever he wants."
"If the world taints him, he will. He is not the son of the Buddha we are looking for.”
“If he is truly a son of the Buddha, sooner or later he will personally bring the blood cicada into our temple, accomplish the supreme path for you and me, and spread the bliss of the Buddha’s music widely. Human world.”
Huixin humbly agreed and asked: "But what should I do if the blood sea cassock skill has not been completed yet?"
"Hmm..."
After pondering for a moment, the little novice monk said slowly: "Senior Brother Huikong has lived in the temple for a long time. He does not believe in the blood sea cassock skill, nor does he believe in the blood cicada Buddha robe, so there is no need to cause more trouble."
"You act in secret, find a true successor, and use it as your source. , complete the conjecture of Yuanwu."
"If necessary..."
Having said this, the little novice monk thought for a while and finally said: "You can ask King Xishuo for help."
"King Xishuo?"
Huixin's pupils narrowed slightly, and then she seemed to understand something, and then she After bowing eleven times, he slowly retreated and disappeared into the night.
(End of this chapter)