The Ultimate Sword Master

Hearing the voice.

Yun Yi and Gu Han turned back at the same time and were startled.

I don't know when.

Elm's figure has completely disappeared.

Instead.

It is a group of milky white Buddha light in the shape of a human. The Buddha light is peaceful and quiet, trembling gently, and emitting waves of rhythm. The strange sound before came from this.

Silently.

An immortal Buddha's will was scattered in the field, peaceful and solemn, grand and distant... far better than before, even overshadowing the God Emperor at this moment!

Looking at each other.

Gu Han and Yun Yi sighed secretly.

Elm has such a strong power at this moment, and the price he paid is probably beyond imagination.

"Thank you, two donors."

"Next, it will be handed over to this poor monk."

The Buddha light trembled, and Elm's voice came again, as calm as before.

"Bald! Donkey!!"

An extremely angry roar came, and the God Emperor was furious, condensing his immortal power and ready to take action!

Boom!

Boom!

...

Before he could make any move, the strange sound rang again!

It got louder and louder.

The frequency got faster and faster.

At first it was like raindrops, continuous, but in a moment, it had turned into a torrential rain, all connected together, turning into a grand and upright Buddhist sound, dispelling all the murderous intent and haze in the field!

"Ah!!"

The Buddha seal trembled slightly, and a trace of pain suddenly flashed across the face of the God Emperor. He felt that the divine power that he had commanded before was a little out of control at this moment.

At this moment.

He was suppressed by Elmwood, and no longer had the momentum and majesty when he was one against two and had the upper hand before.

The Buddhist sound filled the air.

Even Gu Han and Yun Yi felt a sense of peace and tranquility in their hearts, and the fatigue and murderous intent from the previous battle were immediately swept away.

"This sound."

Gu Han thought thoughtfully: "What is it?"

"What do you think, benefactor?"

Yumu did not answer, but asked back.

"It seems..."

Gu Han thought about it, and said uncertainly: "It sounds like the sound of a wooden fish?"

"Indeed."

Yun Yi nodded and said: "It's just that the sound is a little dull, a little different from ordinary wooden fish, it should be a problem of the wrong material."

"You also know this?"

Gu Han looked surprised.

"I was traveling outside back then."

Yun Yi thought about it and said: "I once discussed Taoism with a Buddhist monk, so I know a little bit."

Gu Han suddenly realized.

"Master, your wooden fish doesn't seem to work?"

"Indeed."

Yumu said softly: "This wooden fish of mine is indeed the worst one in history."

"Why not change it?"

Gu Han asked curiously: "Aren't wooden fishes everywhere? Since this one is not suitable, why not change it?"

"That's what I think."

Yumu smiled, a trace of reminiscence and sadness flashed in his eyes, and he said again: "After all, the sound of this wooden fish is dull and mute, and the material is poor. Although it listens to sutras every day and hears the truth every night, it is still difficult to open its spiritual wisdom. It can't be called a qualified magic weapon. Any monk who sees it will discard it."

"But..."

"He is different."

He?

Gu Han and Yun Yi looked at each other, and their hearts moved at the same time.

"He said."

Elm sighed: "Live like an ant, but have the ambition of a swan; life is like thin paper, but have an unyielding heart; Elm is dull, but still has the intention to turn to Buddha; wooden fish is poor, but also has the wish to save all living beings. Our Buddha is compassionate, and the Dharma is boundless, which can save all living things, why can't a wooden fish be saved?"

Hearing this.

Gu Han and Yun Yi stood in awe!

"That makes sense."

Gu Han sighed, "I'm not good at it, but you can't blame the sword in my hand."

"Let's be honest."

He looked at Yumu and said seriously, "This person's enlightenment is much higher than yours, Master."

"Who said it wasn't?"

Hearing this, a trace of loneliness flashed in Yumu's eyes, "I have practiced Buddhism all my life, but I can't even be considered a monk. Although I have the great wish to save all living beings, I am dull and enlightened too late. Compared with him... I am far behind."

"That's not necessarily true."

Yun Yi shook his head, "Walking slowly doesn't mean walking far."

"Not bad."

Gu Han agreed, "It's ordinary, so what? There are many people who are late bloomers in the world! Master and I are both such people!"

Yun Yi looked at him in surprise.

He suddenly wanted to ask.

How did Gu Han have the nerve to say such a thing.

Yumu suddenly fell silent.

On the field, only the sound of wooden fish knocking and the roar of the God Emperor remained.

In the sound of wooden fish.

The Buddha seal shone brightly, turning into a milky white Buddha light, covering the whole body of the God Emperor. No matter how he struggled, the Buddha's will was getting tighter and tighter, and he couldn't get rid of it at all!

Price.

But Yumu's figure also trembled.

Not good!

Gu Han and Yun Yi looked at each other, and they were about to ignore their injuries and force their hands again to help Yumu take down the God Emperor!

"Please stay, two donors."

Yumu stopped them and said softly: "I have a story here, do you want to listen to it?"

The two were stunned.

It's time to tell a story?

"Master!"

Gu Han frowned and said: "If you want to tell a story, there will be plenty of time in the future. Now it's important to kill him first!"

"Later..."

Yumu sighed sadly, "I'm afraid you won't be able to hear it in the future."

The two were stunned again.

Looking at the roaring and struggling God Emperor, and then looking at him, they finally understood what Yumu had said before.

Destroy everything!

"Don't worry, two donors."

Yumu smiled again, "I don't have much time left, and this story is not too long, so it won't take up much time."

"I'd like to hear more!"

"I'm all ears!"

The two looked solemn and gave him the greatest respect.

"Once upon a time, there was a mountain."

Yumu spoke softly, moved slightly, and took a step forward.

A little ripple appeared.

A golden lotus appeared on the spot, and in the faint flash of Buddha's light, the golden lotus bloomed, the fragrance was diffused, and the Buddha's meaning was lingering.

"There is a temple on the mountain."

After the words fell, another golden lotus bloomed on the spot, complementing the previous one.

"There is a wandering monk in the temple."

The golden lotus reappeared, and the Buddha's spirit lingered, adding a bit of peace to this dull and solemn divine realm.

Gu Han: "..."

Yun Yi: "..."

"Master."

Gu Han couldn't help but said, "Is there another little wandering monk in that temple?"

Yun Yi didn't say anything.

But from his eyes, it can be seen that he thought so too.

Once upon a time, there was a mountain.

There was a temple on the mountain,

There was a little monk and an old monk in the temple... This story that can only deceive three-year-old children, they are naturally familiar with it, and they can't understand why Yumu told such a story?

"No."

"There is only one wandering monk in that temple."

Yumu paused, the Buddha's spirit on his body trembled, and he recalled the most unforgettable scenes in his life.

"In the hands of the wandering monk."

"There is only a bodhi seed, and... a wooden fish."