There's a Madman Sharpening His Knife at Night

The border of Sui Dynasty, north of Cangshan Mountain.

The mountains are vast and the forests are as deep as the sea. The maple leaves that have aged over time are layer after layer in the forest. When blown by the strong wind, the red leaves fill the sky!

Among them, two monks, an old one and a young one, were walking in the mountains.

Although these two people took steps calmly, with one step they could span a distance of seven or eight meters and move forward among the flying leaves at extremely fast speeds.

These two people were the people from the Rudraksha Bodhi Temple that Lu Hu had met before, and they came to Qingzhou to find the monk.

The two men received news from Lu Hu. After visiting Dingbeicheng, they roughly judged Kong's whereabouts heading north and followed him closely.

Even so, with just the two of them, looking for someone in the northern border of Nuo Da is as elusive as finding a needle in a haystack.

But Monk Kongluo continued to save the world along the way, and most of the people he saved were local culprits.

A little exploration will reveal traces of the emptiness.

The two of them traveled day and night. The night before yesterday, when the two of them were taking shelter from the rain in the deserted temple, they saw heavy and loud rumbling sounds coming from the mountains in the distance.

At first, they thought it was the echo of thunder in the mountains and didn't take it seriously.

But later, part of the sky in the mountains in the north was illuminated by the two lights of gold and blood.

It is extremely obvious in the dark night.

This prompted Monk Kukai, who was sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras by the bonfire, to walk out of the deserted temple and look to the north.

One of the people who was sure that there was a battle in the mountains was that their search was in vain, and they immediately went straight to the place of battle in the rain.

After driving all night in the rain, we finally arrived near the battlefield at dawn.

However, the battle ended in the second half of the night. Without the soaring gold, the light of blood and the loud sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami to guide the way, they lost their whereabouts again.

After being washed away by heavy rain all night, the large maple forests in the mountains turned red like burning flames.

The air is also filled with the scent of earthy vegetation.

The two were walking among the red leaves in the sky. Suddenly Kukai turned around and headed northwest, followed closely by the young monk.

After walking on the seven-mile mountain road, the young monk saw a large tree broken in the middle and falling on its side.

"Found it!" he thought to himself.

Just when he thought he was about to see his uncle, they traveled all over the three states and couldn't find him.

We trudged another three miles through this large area of ​​broken forest.

Finally, Kukai, who was walking in front, stopped.

The little monk looked around and saw a vast stretch of white land with no end in sight in the vast forest ahead!

The battle last night almost razed this mountain forest to the ground, and the area destroyed by the battle was almost a hundred miles!

The ground was covered with a thick layer of floating soil, and large pits were scattered everywhere.

"this"

The little monk's heart stirred up a huge wave. Is this level of destruction during a battle really humanly possible?

And on the white ground in front, there was a burly bronze monk, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed like a Vajra Arhat.

It's empty!

It was seen that almost all the clothes on his body were torn, revealing the bloody fist marks all over his body, deeply imprinted on the marble-like muscles, and even some of the fist marks caused this burly body to distort and deform.

The most shocking thing among them is a large handprint deeply imprinted on the chest. At this time, there is still a faint light of blood on the handprint, surrounded by a dark golden light, and the handprint is still oozing with sticky liquid. Black blood.

The two rushed to Kong Nuo's location.

As he got closer, the young monk realized that Kong Luo was chanting sutras softly and didn't pay attention to the two of them.

Seeing this, Kukai sat cross-legged in front of Kukai and recited the same sutra as Kukai.

When the young monk saw this, he also followed suit.

It wasn't until he finished reciting a salvation sutra that he opened his eyes quietly.

"Junior brother, long time no see!" Kong Luo's voice was hoarse, and he had obviously discovered the identity of the visitor.

"I've seen you, senior brother! Senior brother, time really can't leave any traces on you. It's exactly the same as before, which makes junior brother in a daze."

"You and I have different Zen practices. In terms of lifespan, I am definitely not as good as my junior brother!"

Kong, Kukai, the two brothers and sisters, had obviously not seen each other for many years, but their behavior after meeting was extremely calm, just like they had seen each other not long ago, without any excitement or joy.

"Disciple Fazhao, I have met my uncle!"

After hearing this, Kong Luo looked calmly at the young monk who stood up to salute him.

In Gujing Wubo's eyes, a dark golden color flashed instantly.

Fazhao was caught off guard and looked at each other, and immediately felt as if there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in front of him, with a huge dark gold Buddha sitting cross-legged on it.

An indescribable fear and power descended upon Fazhao, who had not sweated all night long. When Kong took a look, he was sweating profusely and his body was shaking violently involuntarily.

I felt like I was being seen through by the Buddha in front of me from the inside out, without any privacy.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasts for a moment, and disappears as soon as it appears.

When the dazed Fazhao came back to his senses, he saw a smile on Kong Kong's originally plain face in front of him, "You are worthy of being accepted as a disciple by your junior brother. It is really rare to have such a state of mind in the body refining realm.

It doesn't have to be like this, sit down! "

This was the first time that Fotera met the legendary great uncle. When his master Kukai asked him to follow him to find Kong, he knew for the first time that he actually had a great uncle.

The search along the way also made Fazhao discover that his uncle, the great master, almost walked and killed all the way. The road to the north was completely paved with blood and bones.

Such murderous intent made him feel that he was not looking for a great uncle, but a great demon in the world!

I asked Master Kukai several times on the way, but Kukai always smiled and said nothing, saying that he would know it when he saw it.

As Fazhao walked, he also thought about what his uncle would be like.

He didn't think anything from a distance before, until that startling glance just now, without any words, he knew who this uncle was, the Buddha in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood!

Fazhao lowered his eyes, and instead of sitting down as Kong asked, he took half a step to the side.

"Teachers sit across from each other, but disciples still stand sideways to serve!"

The three of them sat cross-legged and chanted sutras together for salvation, which was a ritual matter. It was okay for him to sit with the two of them, but now it was disrespectful to sit together.

"My martial arts training is good, but I have not yet entered the Buddhist teachings. I need to work more on Buddhism in the future! Don't put the cart before the horse."

Kong Luo smiled when he heard this without forcing it.

"Disciple, please follow the teachings of our great uncle!"

"Junior brother, since you have come to see me, does that mean the time has come?"

"Yes, Master passed away three months ago. The day before he passed away, he called me over and named me senior abbot.

Bodhi Court retreats, Vajra Court emerges! "