Chapter 134 Voiceless Decision

"This... should be the forefathers of Buddhism." Lin Feng immediately respected the characters in these portraits, put his hands together, and devoutly bowed the eight people.

In the middle of the stone room, there was a futon. Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the futon. At this time, he felt an unprecedented peace.

The night is as cool as water, the moon sprinkles on the ancient temple, and the heavy bells ring in the Buddha's door. Thirty-two monks in cassants in the Daxiong Hall sit cross-legged, saying words in their mouths. What they are reading is the supreme magic power of the Buddha's door - Qingyinjue.

Words are turned into sounds, and sounds are turned into symbols. These symbols gushed out of the mouths of thirty-two monks and converge into a speed of light in the Daxiong Treasure Hall. They are integrated with the air and go straight to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

If this scene is somewhere else, it must be very strange, but now it happens in Buddhism, which seems to be full of Buddha's heritage and fairy spirit.

In the stone chamber of the forbidden place, these light speeds were transformed into magical symbols, and then they were transformed into sounds in Lin Feng's ears, knocking on his heart word by word.

Suddenly, a ferocious color appeared on Lin Feng's face. The portrait of Bafu hanging on the wall suddenly seemed to be alive, staring straight at Lin Feng, either roaring, roaring, or... grinning.

Lin Feng suddenly calmed down again.

At this time, it was late at night. On the top of the star, red tears and Li Jing stood silently, feeling the cool breeze blowing slowly. Red tears always felt entangled in their hearts and couldn't help asking, "Have you really forgotten him?"

Li Jing's expression was slightly stunned, as if she knew everything, and asked, "He...who is he?"

Hearing Li Jing's answer, she was sad with red tears. She looked up at the starry sky and didn't understand why the feelings in the world were so complicated. Lin Feng could be desperate for Li Jing, including her own life, but he didn't love her. Red tears were very puzzled. In her philosophy, only those who liked it could be so desperate. Even now, Honglei is still willing to understand him as loving her very much. Honglei asked unwillingly, "Do you really can't remember at all? He is willing to die for you." With that, the whole person almost roared out.

Seeing the red tears roaring, Li Jing just shook her head slightly and said, "That's because you don't understand him. He can shed the last drop of blood for an irrelevant person, and he is just grateful to Li Jing, so you misunderstood him."

Li Jing's words stunned Honglei. He looked straight at Li Jing in a blink of an eye. The flesh on his face jumped slightly and said, "So, do you remember everything?"

Li Jing closed her eyes slightly and said, "I remember, but she doesn't remember."

Red tears were stunned. She didn't understand what Li Jing's words meant. She asked, "You...she...who and who?"

"The person in front of you is no longer anyone. She is Li Jing's body, but Kun's soul." At this time, the old man suddenly appeared in the square. He looked at the unbelievable red tears and said, "You should understand now."

Red tears were almost suffocated by this sudden answer. For a long time, she shook her head and said lightly, "So it is..." Red tears looked at Li Jing and asked, "Then you should keep Kun's memory. Why do you pretend not know him?"

Li Jing's tears suddenly fell down and said, "What if I know him? The person he misses is not here. In that way, it's better to forget him.

Red tears shook his head and said with great disapproval, "But can you forget it?"

Li Jing looked up at the sparse stars and said lightly, "So what?"

Red tears turned to look at Li Jing with a blank face and said, "Hey, you said that you have a heart and lungs now. Are you emotional? So is my name Kun or Li Jing now?

The old man closed his eyes slightly and said, "Whether it is Kun or Li Jing, the result will be the same."

With all the silence, the red tears were silent. She looked at the direction of Buddhism in a blink of an eye and stopped talking.

The next day, before dawn, red tears left a piece of paper and went straight to the Buddha Gate.

"Master, red tears have gone. What are the feelings in the world? Let me indulge once."

Dong...Dong...Dong...

There was a bell ringing from the ten-thousand-year-old ancient temple, but a woman in purple stood in front of the solemn and majestic Buddha Gate. She is the red tears of Wanhuamen.

What made the red tears feel strange was that she was not the only one who came to Buddhism. At this time, she had already felt the breath of Li Jing or Kun.

The red tears shook his body, and suddenly the flowers were flying all over the sky. One flashed, and the man had swayed straight up. Then one shook, and the man entered the Buddha's courtyard.

"Hack..."

At this time, the disciples of Buddhism had found that red tears broke into the compound, and several golden lights flew out, intercepting the red tears.

"The array."

With a soft shout, the Buddhist disciples suddenly lined up and surrounded the red tears.

"Don't force me. I just want to take him away." Red tears stood in the crowd, looked at the crowd and said, "I'm not going to compete with your family today."

"It turns out that you are from Wanhuamen. Our Buddhism and your Wanhuamen have always been in the water. It's better not to break this relationship." A Buddhist disciple recognized the red tears and said faintly.

With red tears on his face, he looked at the Buddhist disciple who was talking and said, "You're wrong. I'm not here today to represent Wanhuamen. I just want to take a man away as a woman. It's that simple."

The talking Buddhist disciple suddenly became angry: "Presumptuous, this is the pure land of Buddhism. How can you allow a woman to be so naughty and bombarded out?" As he spoke, everyone moved together, and there was a roar of stick dance in the compound, and the words went straight to red tears.

With a flick of red tears, the fingertips suddenly flew all over the sky, and everyone's sticks forced the red tear body. However, just approaching the sound of red tears, the red tears disappeared in everyone's eyes. That figure was actually just a phantom.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind and snow all over the sky. Before they could react, these people felt like a snow mountain collapse, and they quickly flashed aside one by one.

"Recede." With a loud roar, Huijing's body flashed, and a golden light faced the wind and snow. In an instant, the wind and snow suddenly disappeared, but the red and tearful body fell ten feet away, with various petals flying beside her, looking like a fairy in a flower.

"Lan destroys the jade... Humph..." Hui Jing said that the magic power she had just used to break the red tears. Suddenly, the stick swept away, and the earth trembled, and a gust of sand went straight to the red tears.

shua......

At this moment, a sound of sword sounded in the air, and a sword light poured down, knocking down all the wind and sand swept up by Huijing.

Li Jing's body slowly fell down, stood beside the red tears and said, "Why did you come in alone when you saw me?"

Red tears looked at Li Jing and said, "I want to see what kind of person he is."

Li Jing was silent and said, "You'd better remember the master's words. The person hidden in his heart is not in this world."

Red tears were slightly stunned. She raised her head slightly and said, "I don't understand this, and I'm too lazy to understand it. I just want to see it now." With a flash of her body, she disappeared in place. When she reappeared, she also fell in front of Huijing. Behind her, the petals surged all over the sky, and these petals all flew straight to Huijing like sharp blades.

Huijing's face changed slightly and said, "What a good move." With that, the long stick roared and danced, scattering all the red tears flying flowers all over the sky.

Sw...

At this time, Li Jing rose up against the wind. Li Jing is a master of magic power. Although she is only a magic power for the first time, she is still a master of magic power after all. In addition, Kun, who has the same cultivation as Lin Feng, and the sword that is in line with Kun, so today's power cannot be underestimated.

Li Jing shuttled through the flowers, and the tip of the sword cut through the layers of defense of Huijing, and went straight to Huijing's heart at once.

Huijing was shocked. When she came to her senses, the flying flowers all hit his face and formed a foil in the middle of his eyebrows.

Red tears looked at Huijing with a blank face and said, "Where is he?"

Huijing spit hard and said loudly, "I'm listening to the scriptures. If you have the ability, take him away. I also hate that boy. I really regret bringing him to the Buddhist sect. If I had known that my brother wanted to do so, I would have thrown him directly to Tianmen."

Red tears smiled and said, "It seems that you don't like him very much, so let's take him away for you."

After Red Tears and Li Jing left, the Buddhist disciples suddenly gathered around and asked puzzled one by one, "Uncle, you..."

"How can you put them on? The host master is still chanting scriptures for Lin Shizhu.

Huijing wiped her bald head and said, "I don't understand. A person who almost destroyed the whole Buddhism also taught him the Mahayana Buddhism of our Buddhism. Do you think the host is confused? What's wrong with it?"

After Huijing's words, those people all shut up and stopped talking. Of course, these people don't know what happened ten thousand years ago, but everyone has heard about a catastrophe ten thousand years ago.

When Red Tears and Li Jing came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, listening to the slow bells and the scriptures pouring out of the thirty-two people, both of them became extremely quiet and stayed outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, quietly listening to the clear sound.

In the stone room in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, Lin Feng has struggled, suffered, compromised... Now he has been completely quiet. At this time, he is in an extremely calm state.

The clear sound continued to pour into his ears, making him reach an unprecedented peace. The violent thoughts of the past disappeared at this time, and his heart was as calm as water.

Suddenly, the people in the eight portraits hanging on the wall seemed to be resurrated, looking face to face with Lin Feng.

The picture changed dramatically in an instant, from the stone room to the outside. At this time, Lin Feng was wearing a black mink cloak, and what he was holding in his hand turned out to be Kun.

====== I was going to have a small outbreak today, but I worked overtime temporarily. Now I'm still in the company. I'm really sorry. If I have time, it will break out from time to time, at least more than 10,000 words. If I don't work overtime, I will keep it at more than 5,000 words a day. I haven't asked for a ticket or a collection. Friends who read books can do it. O(∩_∩)O Haha~============