"The Buddha's son... is not Senior Brother Daoxuan."

When Song Yiren said this, for some reason, she looked at Jin Yi's expression frozen, her eyes were unbelievable, and she felt a sense of "pleasure" in her heart.

The voice of the master of the Vinaya Sect was like a knife, word by word, filled with rage.

"What are you talking about?"

Song Yiren put aside these thoughts and was unmoved, and his voice was still cold, "Why should the sect leader be angry? Thousands of people witnessed the dispute over Zen law... Are you suspecting that Jinglian is lying?"

joke?

Song Yiren has seen countless big scenes since he was a child, so would he be afraid that you are the only master of the Literature Sect?

Is the father standing next to him a vegetarian?

At the same time, some strange thoughts passed by in my mind... Monks do not lie, Song Yiren is not a monk... Monks eat vegetarian food, and his father does not eat vegetarian food...

Shake his head.

Song Yiren said coldly: "Please also ask the sect leader to be careful in his words and actions."

Jin Yi tried hard to make his breathing sound no longer heavy.

Control anger.

Control anger.

Since he was in charge of the Scripture Sect, his temper has indeed become prone to anger and impulsive. It may be because he has been dealing with bloody years. This Lingshan is a holy land, but there are always people who have to face the darkness... He has killed many creatures for decades, and according to the karma of Buddhism, he has also suffered from unforgivable karma.

He did not ask for anything in return, the only thing he wanted was that Lingshan could become better because of his own efforts.

After Jin Yi controlled his disobedience, he made his voice sound much softer, "The dispute over Zen law takes place in the Buddhist Dharma Bathing Conference, and the final winner is the Buddhist son. I wonder if I remembered it wrong?"

Song Yiren shook her head and said, "The Sect Master remembers correctly, it is indeed this rule."

Jin Yi spoke again: "Shenxiu is dead."

This sentence is already a certainty, setting off the meaning of another sentence.

Shenxiu is dead.

Zen lost.

Then... it was the Vinaya that won.

But Jin Yi didn't say that directly. He changed the subject, looked at the son of the Grand Guardian sincerely, and asked sincerely: "Then... I want to ask, who else can the Buddhist son be if he is not Daoxuan?"

Song Yiren scratched her head through the hat.

He was silent.

Actually, I was thinking about how to answer Jin Yi’s question... I just threw out the name “Skylark”, which seemed too intimidating.

A ascetic from the Great Wall of the East? The name of a strange boy who had never collected Lingshan information?

The young man under the hat smiled helplessly and bitterly.

The voice of the Zen sect leader relieved him of the siege.

The magnificent and vain Buddha sounded next to Master Muheng.

He kept his hands folded and read the prophecy before Master Xuyun's retreat in obscure ancient Sanskrit.

"The fire-twisting person... inherits the position of Buddhist son."

Jin Yi's expression was a little ugly. This was a prophecy that had been circulated before the "Zen law dispute" began. Where are the fire-twisters? Isn't there such an annoying Song Que in Lingshan for so many years?

Neither Shenxiu nor Daoxuan are fire-twisting people!

Master Mu Heng, who looked sad, walked slowly and came to Song Yiren. He looked at the clear eyes under the hat, unable to suppress his sadness, and said hoarsely: "I want to know... how Shenxiu died?"

Compared to answering Jin Yi.

Song Yiren is even more reluctant to answer this question.

He glanced at his father.

The guest official took himself from

The carriage was actually to let myself speak... It might be more appropriate to tell the "shame" of Buddhism in Mingsha Mountain as a junior.

Song Yiren took a deep breath.

"Shenxiu, in a sense, was killed by me."

Sigh.

He did not give the two sect masters a chance to react and continued to speak: "Master Gu Xing, the abbot of Xiao Leiyin Temple, colluded with ghost cultivators to steal the fire of wishes. During the Buddhist Association, he slaughtered Buddhist disciples and tried to awaken the ghost Buddha "Ayinafa" with evil magic. The Zen Zen Son Shen Xiu is also one of them... After the plan failed, I was subdued by me with a "string rope". Before I started killing him, he chose to commit suicide."

Like thunder and thunder.

Mu Heng couldn't believe it at all, his whole mind was blank... This Zen master, who had always been as steady as a mountain, almost fell into the yellow sand, his body was shaking, and Song Que raised his hand and bounced out a burst of energy to help him not lose face.

And Jin Yi is the same.

The two sect masters, who had been in high positions in Lingshan for a long time, both tried some tricks and divined the divination in advance, but never expected that such a serious "rebellion" would occur in Xiao Leiyin Temple!

"Hand do...have..."

Mu Heng covered his lips, and a mouthful of blood passed through the gaps in his fingertips, and he said with a trembling voice: "Is Shenxiu a person like this? He does not act like me in Zen! He does act like me in Zen!"

Song Yiren sighed helplessly.

Jin Yi panicked and hurriedly said, "How about Daoxuan? How about Daoxuan?"

"Senior Brother Daoxuan is safe, I have never been bad."

Song Yiren looked at the sect leader and his voice became colder unconsciously. "Senior brother was defeated by Shenxiu in the Zen law dispute. If Elder Jin Yi wanted the result of the Zen law dispute... then that would be it."

Daoxuan was defeated.

Shenxiu is dead.

The two schools of Zen and Vinaya have fought for so long, but in the end, Zen is not a winner, nor is it a Vinaya.

Jin Yi's eyes were also a little dark, and he staggered. Unfortunately, Song Que just looked coldly and did not mean to "support". The master of the Literature Sect pulled out the fire stick behind him and inserted it hard into the yellow sand. He stopped shaking his body, raised his head, and asked fiercely: "Who is the Buddhist son?"

Song Yiren didn't speak.

"It's me."

A thin, weak voice sounded in the first carriage.

The Buddhist boy with a straw hat almost jumped out of his chest. When he approached the Buddhist sect, his breath became heavy, and he had heard the sounds and conversations outside the car.

After emptiing his thoughts, he made this choice.

The guest official with his back to the skylark showed a somewhat relieved smile.

This little guy is such a smart person. Staying in the carriage is asking him to wait for a perfect opportunity to appear.

That's...now.

He walked out with the carriage and stepped in the yellow sand slowly took off his hat. He did not have much habit of hiding his face. He forgot Song Yiren's previous advice and left it behind. So under the illumination of the golden cave heaven, the ascetics on the top of the city all saw the pretty face under the hat.

That...the face of the Buddha's son.

His eyes were aura, slightly feminine, but not delicate, his jaw was quite clear, and his eyes were firm.

Yun Li spoke again. This time he did not look at the two sect masters, but stood alone under the city wall of Lingshan, looking at the countless ascetics on the top of the city, and looking at the thousands of creatures surrounding the wall.

"Son of Buddha, it's me."

It is a declaration.

Jin Yi suddenly felt a "magnificent" force, a huge inspirational force that wanted to pull away his soul from the sky spirit veil.

His heart seemed to be beating faster.

Not only this great elder of the Vinaya Sect, but everyone's heartbeat accelerated as the Buddhist boy took off his hat and threw it on the yellow sand.

Song Yiren's eyelids were pounding wildly.

He looked at the young man slowly walked out of the carriage in surprise.

The skylark raised his head and looked at the thousands of fires behind the nightlight of Lingshan City Wall. He threw away the hat with one hand and clasped his fists to his chest with the other hand, as if he wanted to hold down his "heartbeat" sound.

The words he complained to himself before...

Recalling it.

Sun Lie said that his heart was stirring.

Now Song Yiren could clearly hear the voice in his heart.

"Dong!"

A dull sound.

Like a drum sound!

The sand in the yellow sand is jumping rhythmically.

"Dong!"
To be continued...