Chapter 444: The final battle (6)
Chapter 444 The Final Battle (6)
I don't know when, the sky above Longyeon has been covered by dark clouds, and it is getting thicker and thicker. It rains gradually, and the river wind makes the mountain top cool. At this time, it is obviously hot summer, but there is Feeling like autumn, when the rain falls, the fog in the canyons in Yongyeon becomes more hazy.
The river surface was already undercurrents, but now when it rains heavily, the waves are even more furious, the wind is blowing and the water is moving, and the bean-sized raindrops fall, crackling and hitting the water surface, constantly swaying, one wave after another Yes, some interrupted giant trees were floating in the river, and some dead branches and leaves flowed into the distance along the river.
On the dead branch, Pu Xian's cassock had been broken, his face was pale, he was sitting cross-legged, the blood from the corner of his mouth kept flowing out, his broken arm drooped slightly, but was dragged by a burst of heaven and earth vitality, slowly Xu clasped his hands together, still a bright and compassionate Buddha, and whispered: "My Buddha is merciful, and the world is suffering. I just ask my Buddha to save all sentient beings!"
The Fu Mo Zen stick has disappeared at some point, or it was lost in the mountains, or it may have sunk into the bottom of the river. The Puxian monk is still the Puxian monk, but it is not the head of the precept hall that wants to illuminate the world, the faint Buddha light , nor is it the master who can fight against Chen Tongxuan, he is just a monk.
Chen Tongxuan stepped on the surface of the water, and the majestic heavy rain fell into the canyon, but did not enter his surroundings. As he stepped over step by step, the rough river surface became silent. When he walked not far from Puxian, he said: "You Buddha, I can't save you."
Puxian shook his head and said: "Buddhas are always Buddhas, but the Buddhist scriptures are not written by me. What we cultivate is not Buddhas, but ourselves. It is the hearts that are covered with filth. I am the Buddha. Buddha, you are also a Buddha, the one who saves me is the Buddha, and the one who kills me is also the Buddha, this is the kingdom of Buddha.”
Chen Tongxuan remained silent for a long while before he said with emotion: "I only know that the winner is the king and the loser. Some people travel thousands of miles, killing people, but they are also saving people. Some people sit in the Buddhist hall and claim to be Buddha, but they are killing people. The Buddha talked about the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, so I also want to ask, where is the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"
Puxian's vitality disappeared again, covered in blood, struggling to sit still, supporting his body that was about to fall, moving down the river, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. Gradually, the chanting turned into Buddha singing, full of Feeling compassion, it seemed to be liberated, but it was extraordinarily solemn and sacred, at least it was the first time Chen Tongxuan saw such holiness in Pu Xian.
There was reluctance in Puxian's eyes, and then gradually turned into indifference. He murmured "Amitabha", slowly raised his head, his bright red lips squirmed slightly, and said in a weak voice: "I seem to have seen the Buddha, there should be the place in the legend. the land of bliss!"
Puxian died, and there was a ray of Buddha's light shining.
It is as sacred as usual, but it looks like a Buddha.
He kept sitting cross-legged and looked towards the sky. He said that he saw the Buddha, but no one knew if he really saw the Buddha. It was just that in a remote monastery on the side of a mountain, there was a bell on the top of the mountain. As if covering the vast mountain, there was a sudden sound.
The Sanskrit sounds surrounding the monastery suddenly stopped.
"Boom!"
The second bell rang.
Suddenly a white crane flew from the west.
"Boom"
Third chime!
The Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded, and countless monks stood up.
Buddha singing "Amitabha"
That temple is called Daguangming Temple. Several monks appeared on the top of the mountain as if meeting each other, looking at the north in the distance.
"Junior Brother Puxian has passed away." A monk said.
"He said he saw Buddha!"
"Where is the Buddha?"
"No, Buddha, omnipresent!"
"Buddha is about to come to the world."
"My Buddha is merciful!"
...
In Longyuan, mottled, a long gray river suddenly poured down from the sky, majestic and majestic, as magnificent as a continuous mountain, terrifying to the heavens, that river came from above the nine heavens, from the community of the world, from a picture scroll.
Cai Xi waved his hand lightly, the long river seemed to be in his hands, the long river seemed to envelop him in it, he clapped his palm, but it was not a palm, but a long river passing through thousands of miles, those thousands of miles, passing by Thousands of mountains and rivers, passing through cities and vicissitudes of life.
At the end is an old man, with a Dao sword flying beside him, with a buzzing sound, he wants to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers, and cut through the mountains and rivers. The galaxy rushes, the brilliance falls, and the void boils.
However, he cut through a mountain and saw a city, he cut through a city, and saw a sea, he cut through a sea, and saw a river and mountain, that is the country of Zhao, he couldn't bear to cut it, he ruthlessly Not determined to destroy, he withdrew his sword and his life!
The sky was not raining, but it was shaking.
"The country of the Su family, the century-old state of Zhao!"
Su Qiankun spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from a high altitude. A loud noise resounded in Longyuan. The sky trembled, and pieces of dark clouds collapsed. He fell slowly. The century-old man seemed to be withered, and his white hair began to fall off.
The map of mountains, rivers and communities was gathered by Cai Xi's waist, and he took a step to the end of the world, and landed on a mountainside with half of it left. He sighed and said, "Patriarch Qiankun, why didn't you break the mountains and rivers with one sword?"
Su Qiankun is an old man, an old man who has lived for nearly two hundred years. He has guarded the country of Zhao for decades and the descendants of Zhao's royal family for more than a hundred years. He seems to be really tired, with his eyes slightly closed, his face But there was a smile, as if he was relieved.
"The greatness of the country is not the thousands of mountains and rivers, nor the territory of thousands of miles. It is easy to break the river, and it is also easy to break the mountain, but how can I break the river and the mountain? After a hundred years, this country is no longer the Su family."
Cai Xi sighed slightly: "Actually, sixteen years ago, His Majesty let the son of King Qi come to Beijing, really just to give the Su family a way out. After all, His Majesty was very grateful to King Qi for saving him. I don't understand, don't you Qiankun Patriarch still understand that if His Majesty really wants to attack the palace, it doesn't need much effort, and there is no need to use those means."
Su Qiankun opened his eyes, looked at Su Beisheng who was more than ten miles away, took a deep breath, and said, "Of course I understand, but I'm just a slave, how dare I disobey my master's wishes?"
Cai Xi frowned, slightly startled.
Su Qiankun smiled faintly, and said: "I entered the palace at the age of thirteen, entered the destiny at the age of fifty, was appreciated by Emperor Wenzong, was promoted to the chief of the palace, and was given the surname Su, entered the enshrining pavilion at the age of eighty, and was given the name Qiankun, I am just an **** !"
Cai Xi was stunned. This matter had never been heard before, even Mr. Wu Que had never mentioned it.
Su Qiankun tried his best to open his eyes wide, but the light in his eyes was dim. He looked at the young man in the distance, his eyes gradually disappeared, and finally called out in a low voice:
"His Royal Highness, it's time to go home!"
(end of this chapter)