Fengyunlu

In the illusion, there is a faint hint of cold wind, gently blowing in the knocking bell...

The huge Hong Bell seemed like a sky and earth. Feng Wanlin squinted his eyes. Yin Wushou interrupted midway and said nothing. The expression on his face did not change at all, and his aura was as before, gentle and as if nothingness.

Feng Wanlin seemed to be trapped in Hong Zhong, but if he felt carefully, his aura was empty, as if a boundless feeling enveloped everyone present. At this moment, it seemed that Zen Master Jiji's methods were all-powerful, but in fact it was more It was as if Feng Wanlin was suppressing it with his own strength.

This feeling is a bit subtle and extremely weak. Demon Monk Pudu's eyes are solemn, and he seems to feel something different, but Zen Master Jiji and Yin Wushou, the two masters, are not aware of this.

This is easy to understand. Pudu has been practicing abroad and has encountered a lot in these years. In addition, his own Hunyuan realm cultivation is similar to that of Zen Master Jie Mie, and is a whole level higher than Yin Wushou.

Moreover, although Pudu had a rare treasure that was taken away by Feng Wanlin, his cultivation was still much higher than that of Feng Wanlin. This could not be compensated by means.

Furthermore, the strange treasure has been in his body for an unknown period of time. As time passes, no one knows what Pudu has learned or what good fortune he has had. Therefore, the demon monk Pudu knows more than others.

Therefore, after feeling the subtle change in Feng Wanlin, the demon monk Pudu stepped forward: "Amitabha, Feng Donor, everything started because of the poor monk, please end it."

Reciting the name of the Buddha, the demon monk Pudu stepped forward with his hands clasped together. When he was in front of the three people, he vaguely blocked the Zen Master Nirvana behind him. This move, coupled with the words in his mouth, seemed to be self-evident.

Feng Wanlin nodded, thinking that the name of the demon monk was still somewhat responsible, and his past actions were also admired by others. In this way, he pleaded guilty and was punished, which saved him trouble. However, the tragedy in the city was ridiculous, and with his identity as Pudu If you do this, there must be something hidden in it.

Feng Wanlin only felt that there was something fishy inside, and was not in a hurry to deal with the matter at the moment. He did not take action directly when facing Pudu. Instead, he pondered over the suspicious cloth bag, trying to use this matter as a basis to find out who might be involved in the disaster in the city. Everything was thoroughly investigated, and little Kong Yang was given an explanation.

Thinking of this, Feng Wanlin nodded: "That's fine, master, if you want, tell me what happened today."

The words were full of energy, Feng Wanlin's body became more solid, and then his aura rose again, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Before Pudu started to challenge him, Zen Master Ji Mie on the side understood that Feng Wanlin seemed to be different. Normally, even those with high cultivation levels inside the Kowling Sky Bell would almost always be imprisoned once they were absorbed into it. Even if He never made a move. Any movement within the bell, or even the slightest change in the body's qi, could not escape the operator's induction.

But Feng Wanlin was different. Nothingness in his body seemed to be gathering this place. The faint trace of murderous intention was extremely weak but extremely pure. It gave people the feeling that he might kill Pudu at any time.

This is a bit abnormal. It seems that Feng Wanlin is deliberately reminding him that this place is strong but cannot trap him. On the other hand, if one is not good, this knocking bell may still be a cocoon to bind himself. Thinking of these Zen Masters, he is horrified and can't help but think again. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Wanlin up and down again, and at the same time he looked even higher in his heart.

It's just that Zen Master Ji Mie's mind was quick and active, and so was Yin Wushou who was present. Zen Master Ji Mie's eyes changed, and Yin Wushou also realized it later. He had repeatedly looked up to Feng Wanlin in his heart, but even now he still looks down on him.

For no other reason, he had the imperial sword in his hand and could not escape from the knocking bell. Although his life was not in danger, compared with Feng Wanlin, a small witch was a big witch. He did not need to think about life and death, but he borrowed magic to do something. This place is feared by prison practitioners.

Needless to say, there was no need to elaborate on this method. At least in Yin Wushou's eyes, even if the old master or Emperor Cangyun came here, they might not be as clever as Feng Wanlin, and they might even be inferior. For such a person, he swore from the bottom of his heart, There is no need and will never be opposed to it.

And then again, at this moment, the demon monk Pudu Jianfeng Wanlin felt a little relieved. He knew that there was still a way out for today's matter. Needless to say, if he took action here to destroy the mind of Zen Master, it would inevitably lead to a great chaos in Xuanmen.

At that time, Feng Wanlin had a special status and was not easy to mess with. Even if none of the two emperors behind him participated, Feng Wanlin himself would be a disaster for the Buddha Sect if he took a risk. What's more, between life and death, How could Emperor Cangyun and Emperor Chunqiu watch?

"Amitabha, Donor Feng has intentions, and the poor monk doesn't hide it. However, there are secrets of the Buddhist sect, and a lot of them are related to Xuanmen. Some things are not hot enough. Donor Feng and Hall Master Yin must keep the secret for the poor monk. "Monk Pudu's face was solemn. After speaking, he looked at Zen Master Ji Mie with a slight hint in his eyes.

Zen Master Nirvana hesitated slightly, and then nodded gently after a moment. With helplessness in his eyes, he stretched out his hand in the air, and then with a single finger stroke, a small crack appeared out of thin air, and then slowly expanded, turning into a half-open door. , there was a golden light flashing inside the door, vaguely seeming to be connected to the original place.

Feeling something familiar outside the door and knowing it was the previous temple, Yin Wushou couldn't help but wonder: "This is..."

Without waiting for a question, Zen Master Ji Mie said directly: "Master Yin, this is about a shocking secret. If the disciples of the White Tiger Hall and the nobles of the Imperial Garden hear too much, it will be harmful. In this case, Hall Master Yin also asks you to abandon your subordinates. I sincerely The means will be removed.”

Hearing this, Yin Wushou nodded. He, the master of the Emperor Garden Hall, can be considered an elder, and he knew from the conversation just now that there must be a huge secret in Demon Monk Pudu's abnormality. Such a thing is naturally The less people know about it, the better.

Immediately Yin Wushou waved his hand and said: "It's easy to say, Yin will avoid it for the time being."

With that said, he waved his hand, and the disciples of the White Tiger Hall and the nobles of the Imperial Garden immediately took the order, waiting for Zen Master Ji Mie to withdraw the knocking bell, and then followed Yin Wushou to temporarily avoid it.

But everyone lined up in a long queue, and before the door opened, they heard Zen Master Ji Mie continue to say: "Wait a minute, the name of Yin Hall Master Diyuan, please bear witness later."

"Oh?" Yin Wushou was stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal, then nodded and said, "Forget it, Yin will just listen."

"Thank you." After saying this, Zen Master Ji Mie opened the door, and the White Tiger Hall people evacuated first, leaving a few people here to wait for later.

Just when the disciples of the White Tiger Hall were leaving, Feng Wanlin moved his hand, and the flying eagle spear on the snowy night evolved into a stream of light. A wisp of black and white aura attached to the last person. The person immediately noticed that he was possessed and turned around to look at Yin Wushou. Seeing him nodding slightly, he turned and left.

This matter happened just as soon as he turned around. Zen Master Ji Mie didn’t say much, but his eyes were a little puzzled, while Demon Monk Pudu smiled faintly: "Donor Feng is very thoughtful, but the poor monk doesn’t do anything about it, why do you need to be so cautious? On the contrary, in this tragedy in the city, a poor monk took action because of his difficulties and helplessness."

"Everything comes from the heart. Master comes from a Buddhist sect. Why can't he see through the truth?" Feng Wanlin didn't respond to these words, but just asked lightly, seemingly ordinary but hidden in mystery.

Practitioners reach the same goal through different paths. It is said that one method can lead to all kinds of brightness, and the state of wind and rain has no appearance. This is the limitation of the practice, and its state of mind is difficult for others to reach. Therefore, he said a simple sentence, and the three people present were like a bolt from the blue.

That’s all Zen Master Nirvana said. He spent his whole life practicing Buddhism and thought he had attained the Tao. However, he was complacent but stuck in his ways. He was trapped in Buddhism and didn’t know anything about it. He was obsessed with Buddhism but forgot about the world. He also forgot that the so-called Buddhism was not about unlocking and trapping Buddhism. Thousands of them also trap the Dharma itself.

"Amitabha, the benefactor of the wind, is a heavenly being. One word opened up my whole life, and the name of Nirvana, haha, is so arrogant, so shameless! Ridiculous!!" Zen Master Nirvana's face was sincere, and the admiration in his eyes did not seem to be fake, and there was no trace of admiration in his mouth. affectation.

On the other hand, Yin Wushou was different. The master of his hall was a master of Taoism and strategy, but the master of Xuanmen was the first. Feng Wanlin's words were deafening and shocked in his heart. Although he was still puzzled, his mind was invaded. Ran, some things seem to suddenly become clear for a moment. This feeling cannot be explained, but it can be felt.

Moreover, Feng Wanlin's words seemed simple, but they struck Yin Wushou's heart, and seemed to open up a ray of infinite possibilities. This was both opportunity and luck. For spiritual practice, the state of mind is trapped. No matter whether it is going forward or backward, it is difficult for anyone to make any progress. At this moment, Feng Wanlin broke through it, seeming to break the shackles in his heart.

He is like this. The demon monk Pudu on the other side also shakes his head in shame. He is roughly the same as Zen Master Nirvana. They are both eminent monks. They are also at the top of the Xuanmen in the Hunyuan realm. Feng Wanlin has no intention of knocking. His realm is not as good as that, but he has a profound understanding of heaven and earth. Deep, leaving others far behind, this demonic monk Pudu cleared away the clouds and laid the foundation of blessing for his practice.

"Amitabha, the wind benefactor is truly a heavenly being. With these words, the poor monk can only thank you. But today, the poor monk needs to explain something." The demon monk Pudu clasped his hands together, with admiration in his eyes and praise in his mouth, but he just got to the point. , a trace of helplessness and a trace of pain on his face.

However, Feng Wanlin didn't care about this. He cultivated his mind and himself and disdained external things. If the demon monk did this, no matter what he said, things would definitely come to an end today.

It was just that he had some doubts in his heart. To be precise, he should be curious. He took the bag and searched it secretly with his mind, but he could not find anything at all. This made him even more confused and wanted to hear about Pudu. He said: "Master, please speak."

The demon monk Pudu didn't talk nonsense. He clasped his hands and said directly: "Amitabha, the poor monk who committed great evil should be put to death. Let's not mention whether it may be worth his life. But the shocking secret was buried with him. It involves everything. I don't know whether future generations can continue like this. , If I don’t go to hell, who will? If I, the Buddha, have such an enlightenment, the poor monks should imitate me.”

Feng Wanlin said nothing and continued to wait, but Yin Wushou frowned: "As you said, what about the people in the city?"

"Amitabha." The demon monk Pudu looked guilty: "The poor monk committed the crime of killing, and he is willing to accept all the blame. However, the hidden secrets involved are too great, and the root of everything lies in the cloth bag taken away by the donor."

Going straight to the point, Feng Wanlin nodded, but he remained silent.

The demon monk Pudu then spoke: "Speaking of the cloth bag, there is a treasure in it that was passed down by our ancestors, the founder of Xumi Palace. The Buddha left a legacy of disaster when he entered Nirvana."

Speaking of this, Pudu had some hesitation on his face. He looked at Zen Master Nirvana and saw him nodding before continuing: "There are some records in the secret scrolls of the Buddhist sect. Human detachment is sin and punishment. In order to break the shackles, the Buddha made a great wish to stay in the true body of nirvana, so as to manifest detachment and tell the mystery of heaven and earth. This is a great merit and good fortune, but my Buddha's heart is originally heaven and earth. The last detached person in the world, the great creation was passed on to later generations. However, the celestial phenomena of Nirvana caused disasters, and countless gods, gods, and demons appeared. The Buddha left in detachment, and his true body transformed into the Dharma body and returned to his true nature."

"Speaking of this, the true nature of the Buddha is a spiritual root cultivated between heaven and earth. He first transformed into a demon and then a human being. After countless years, he finally became the great path. One day, the Buddha's Dharma was passed down to the Buddha. After his nirvana, his Dharma body returned, and the spiritual root was normal. This is the ancestral Bodhi tree in Mount Sumeru. However, thousands of Buddhists are devout under the light of the Buddha. Who would have known that Nirvana would bring about disasters? An ancient alien race would die and not be destroyed. They would turn into a wisp of dust and smoke and the demonic energy would fill the sky. They would even steal the opportunity to possess Bodhi. The ancestral tree corroded the foundation and corrupted the Buddhist sect with magic light. Many Buddhist disciples were bewitched by it and committed heinous sins like this, so they sat down, haha..." Demon Monk Pudu couldn't help but smile bitterly, and shook his head as if he himself He also committed the crime of killing.

Thinking of this, he sighed and continued: "Alas, the poor monk is also one of them. When the alien race caused trouble, the ancestors of the Buddha sect secretly noticed that the Ancestral Bodhi tree was the Buddha's true body. How could the great creation be tampered with, so the ancestors couldn't bear it and joined forces. As a result, the Ancestral Bodhi tree also cut off its roots. After this, the alien race was sealed in it, and the Bodhi tree was also intermittent in its vitality. Now the Buddha's light in Mount Sumeru is dim, because it has not yet been restored. As for the alien race that was sealed, it is precisely The cloth bag taken away by the Wind Donor was blessed by Buddhist dharma and contained the broken roots of the ancestral tree. However, the alien race could not escape, but after all, it had ancient powers. It was sealed and suppressed in the golden body of the Buddha. But I don’t know when, there was The disciples stole it and nothing was heard about it again.”

"So many years have passed, and although there is occasional news, there is no harm. At least it is not a big mess. But about fifty years ago, a poor monk traveled around the world, looking for a safe place to find it, and planned to send it back to Xumi. , it was found that the seal had been pried a little bit, which was probably done by the disciple who stole it in the first place. Speaking of which, the poor monk was ashamed that he was just a poor man. He was bewitched by it if he was not careful. After fifty years of painstaking efforts to suppress it, he could not support it. Finally, He committed a great evil a few days ago, and the children and many people in the city were devoured by the alien race. In the past few days, the poor monk had to deal with them and only the poor monk struggled to support them. It was not the wind benefactor who took them away. The poor monk asked himself how difficult it was. Qingming, only the blood of living beings can pry the seal away, but now, alas..." Pudu kept shaking his head as he spoke, and there was a secret behind the wry smile...

Feng Wanlin didn't say anything, just looked at him and had some guesses, but he was not sure, and Pudu needed to say it himself.