Chapter 133 Life

Before arriving at the main hall, the sound of the Buddha's horn full of masculinity is shocking. When he came to the temple, Kumo had been restrained and placed in front of the temple by a group of monks, covering everything on earth with a touch of white...

"Uncle Kumo!" The first reaction of the monks in the Dharma Academy was to smell blood in the morning, and then the painful scene.

It is said that men have tears and gold under their knees, but when they entered the hall, they saw such a scene: the monks in blue knelt all over the left and right sides of the main hall and shed tears.

"What's going on!?"

Everyone looked at the vicissitudes of life outside the hall, and some monks cried sadly: "Abbot..."

Abbot Kuhai held a Zen stick and hit the marble floor slowly and powerfully as he stepped forward. Everyone in the hall stopped all their movements and put their eyes on the elderly abbot. The disciples also forgot to cry and looked at the abbot in a stunned way. They didn't know what the different calm on his face meant.

When he came to the side of Bitter Mo covered with white cloth, the abbot's bitter sea just stood without saying a word, and the beads in his hand were still slowly spinning in his hand, muttering something. It is estimated that only their monks understand.

"Abbot, you must avenge your master!"

Several of Kumo's former disciples came to their way, knelt down and climbed to the abbot's feet and asked with their hands together.

"Amitabha..." Kuhai has always been very optimistic about these disciples of Dharma Academy. Just listening to their words, he frowned deeply: "Yinsheng, did your master teach you like this before he was born?"

It's not blame, it's not disappointment, it's just looking calmly at the disciple with a sad face. The heart of the sea of suffering is empty, and the unspeakable bitterness can't be said.

"Zhu, boss..." Yinsheng was shocked by the calm glance and bowed his head to admit his mistake.

How can you forget that the root of the monks - all four are empty. Now that I am shouting revenge like this, the words and deeds of killing do not deserve to be a qualified monk. However, the master's death is so miserable. Who on earth has any grudge against him?

How could the sea of suffering not know what some disciples were thinking, but in the end, he didn't say anything but just sighed: "There should be something in life, and you can't escape."

If you don't have the ability to change your life, you can only conform to fate...

Yinsheng understood the deep meaning of the abbot's words and could only turn into a wail to repay Kumo's upbringing.

Dongfang, who nestled in the corner of the main hall, yawned boredly and turned around and left. She hasn't slept yet. The howling in the early morning made her not sleep well because of what happened last night. Now there are two black bags hanging under her eyes, and her footsteps are floating...

Yes, it's so bitter. It means that they got the token and finally had to take the same path because of that common goal.

"Oh, the little girl came out so soon."

"Hmm?"

Dongfang raised his dizzy head and dark circles, looked at Gong Yaochen, who was leaning against the paint pillar with a bright smile in front of him, and pulled out a stiff arc - a beautiful name: smile. Good morning."

The unexpanded Gong Yaocen was so scared that he was furry all over. He looked at Dongfang, who greeted him with an unbelievable expression. Just now, he was really scared. Early in the morning, he thought he had seen a ghost, and Gong Yaozen breathed secretly.

"Gong Lie, what are you looking at?"

"!"

The man came to look at the shocked Gong Yaosen, who was a little puzzled and vaguely saw a child's ricke back disappearing around the corner.

"Han Yan, you won't say anything when you come out!" I was scared twice early in the morning, and no one would feel much better.

"Oh? I asked you to pay back a few times. Han Zijin defended: "It's you who thought of it and didn't hear it."

Gong Yaosen took a speechless look at the crowded Buddha hall: "When will that guy see it?"

"He went back early." Han Zijin still opened his mouth slowly. With the sound of gurgling water, his hand played with the leaves on the potted plant, which looked simple and not like a mortal.

"What? Don't say it earlier." Gong Yao Cen jumped his feet and looked at Han Zijin's hypocrite. He pulled the green branches in the potted plant angrily and shook them casually: "Don't pretend. Who are you going to show it to?"

Looking at Gong Yao Cen, who rushed away angrily, Han Zijin was wronged on his face: pretending to be pitiful and not breaking the law...

Then, Murong Xi and other incense guests said "I'm sorry" and left the main hall. He went to his Zen room. As soon as he finished the winding corridor, Murong Xi noticed that there was someone. As soon as he turned around, Leng Xiuyan was already beside him.

"Ms. Murong is really powerful."

Looking at the close-close Mimi face, Murong Xi had a headache and smiled bitterly: "Why did Mr. Leng say this?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious about how the four of you did it in the end." One token, four people.

How to divide it?

"Cold Mr. has a heart." Although Murong Xi can't bear to kill the people in Buddhism, as Long Yu said: the monk who can't let go of the butcher's knife is more dangerous than a group of bullies. "In fact, it's more curious. Mr. Leng and the three know that they hold tokens a token, why didn't they take action?"

"Why?" Leng Xiuyan muttered, as if thinking about the deep meaning of Murong's words, and then laughed, "Because we don't need it." After saying that, he laughed and walked to his room.

No need?!

"Hmm." Murong pulled his lips: Only those who disdain will not need it.

Another is the need in the population with the same goal, which shows that they already have it, so it is not needed!

Interesting. Murong Xi shook the folding fan and took a deep look at the elegant back and returned to his residence. After enough rest, it was time to clean up and go...

At noon, Murong Xi and Leng Xiuyan and his party said goodbye to the bitter sea when the abbot was busy with the funeral. The abbot insisted on sending him off, but was stopped by the four people who had done something wrong last night and refused to say anything. Just find a reason to pull the inevitable little monk aside and let him send it.

The sea of suffering did not persist, and nodded with a faint smile. The calm and waveless eyes were full of compassion, and the golden Buddha statue in the main hall behind him was exactly the same...

"Amitabha..."

The bitter sea took a deep look at the end of the sight and finally sighed: "My Buddha is compassionate, Amitabha."

After that, he must not bear the old abbot's pain, so he asked him puzzledly, "Abbot, do you always know who harmed Uncle Kumo?"

The corners of Kuhai's mouth were compassionate, and he did not nod or shake his head. He only said a meaningful and inexplicable sentence: "Kumi's fate should have this disaster, and the forced one day will be repaid."

must frown, coquettish bald: I still don't understand.

Seeing the doubts of the little disciple, Kuhai shook his head and smiled bitterly and turned around: "You just need to remember that the four monks are empty, and don't force anything."

"Yes."

After leaving Xingdou Temple, the group stepped north. In just a few days, they arrived in the territory of the Lanyue Dynasty and rested for a few days. Several people made up for what they needed to go straight across half of the moon country and came to the moon city, the capital of the moon.