Yao Chi was washed away by blood.

All of this is because of Jin Yi's "portal view".

Jin Yi released the news that Gu Shengzhu was seriously injured and quietly launched this "impeachment" strategy against Song Que. In order to arouse Song Que's anger, he deliberately used the formation to block the secrets of the Guqing Mountain, and sent people to intercept and kill the two small temple masters of the Queen Mother Temple on the road, which made it too late when the Guqing learned the news.

Jin Yi is not the one who takes action.

But he was the "culprit" who ignited the fire.

"Boom--"

There is thunder sound above the yellow sand.

The dark world, because the lightning tore the sky, a short daylight appeared, reflecting Jin Yi's pale and powerless face. He opened his mouth, his mouth full of blood and hoarseness, trying to explain that he had nothing to do with "shadow"... The Literature Sect did not have the idea of ​​killing against Yao Chi, and he would not have any contact with the dirty things that defile Buddhism.

but.

Can it be explained clearly?

It's a coincidence... The root of all this has been traced back, and this is his will. There has always been a "clean" existence inside Lingshan, and it is no longer the idea of ​​catching wind and shadows. Both Zen and Rules are desperately looking for the dirty place, but they have never been fruitful, and then the fire tragedy in Xiao Leiyin Temple was brewing.

The first one to be discovered.

But it will never be the second one.

The thin man pressed to the ground by Song Que, his body trembled at this moment. He tried desperately to resist the power of the Bodhisattva who cleared the barrier, but found that he could do nothing. Finally, he shouted in a sharp voice: "It's not me... it's really not me..."

Jin Yi looked at Shao Yun.

He could not convince Song Que... he could only look at the elder who loved him the most. After his senior brother Jin Yun died, Master Shao Yun took great care of him and regarded him as a relative. He gave him the identity and power of the master of the Literature Sect. When balancing the Zen and Law struggles, he would always move closer to him three more points, which led to the "famous reputation" that the Literature Sect Fazheluo has been smoothly over the years.

The old man in the light, his voice was a little sad, and said, "You said it wasn't you... do you believe it yourself?"

Jin Yi murmured to himself, saying obscure words and words, unable to hear clearly what they were, half regretful, half annoyed, full of pain and ferociousness. He pressed his forehead with both hands, and ten fingers slowly "pressed" scarlet blood on his smooth forehead.

There was a "bang".

The yellow sand trembled violently.

Grab the ground with your head.

Jin Yi closed his eyes, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his face was dripping.

The Vajra Stick inserted into the sand no longer shook, and the whole plan appeared in his mind and formed, without telling anyone... The disciples of the Vinaya Sect were just obeyed. All this was just a coincidence, but how did they know about the "filth"?

"impossible……"

Song Que had no expression on his face and let go of Jin Yi's hand. He stood up and looked indifferently at the crying man beneath him. Because he was an outsider in Buddhism... he knew that the "door view" that existed in him could not be eliminated, but he did not expect that Jin Yi would do such a stupid behavior.

At the same time, he felt sarcastic in his heart.

A person as stubborn and dull as Jin Yi would cry for a day?

It’s a pity... Jin Yi’s crying was not because of the innocent man who died in Yaochi.

It is because of his unintentional actions that betrayed the holy will of Buddhism and invisibly stood in the "filthy" queue... If he died under his own hands, he would be dead to the point, and even had a bit of "heroic" meaning.

Jin Yi is not afraid of death. But if he died, he would bear such an indelible reputation.

Then he will never be reborn for ten lifetimes, and will fall into the sea of ​​suffering forever, and will have no hope on the other side.

For a loyal believer... the most painful thing is not death, but betrayal of faith.

The old man in the light was floating three feet away from Song Que, and the yellow sand flew around the old man's "robes". This virtual image was extremely realistic, and his face and facial features were already solid.

Shao Yun folded his hands together and bowed to Song Que, who was much younger than him.

Great gift.

"For the past years, thank you for your hard work, you have helped me in time for help."

The old man was surrounded by the light like a swimming fish, forming a rotating cassock with the grains of sand. He lowered his eyebrows and said to himself, "I can't leave the door. If there is no Song Bird in Buddhism, then the awakening of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will have to wait for another hundred years."

Song Que returned a gift.

"Born for a hundred years, wasted time." In front of Shao Yun, a simple page appeared, turning with the wind and sand, rustling, and one Buddhist ancient Sanskrit word after another jumped out of the page, like seals after another, rotating around the old man and expanding continuously. For a moment, a huge tall building constructed by the principles in the book rose from the ground, encompassing the three of them.

"I often think... sitting in the Main Hall, guarding the letters left by the master, what did I get and what I want to see..."

"It is said that practicing Buddhism is like crossing the sea of ​​suffering. You have to go to the other shore. So, where is the sea of ​​suffering and where is the other shore?"

The old man did not continue this truth. He just stretched out one hand, clenched his dry five fingers gently, placed it on his chest, and smiled and said, "The sea of ​​suffering is in the heart, it is grudge, it is hatred, and the other side is opposite these negative emotions... Everyone can cross the sea of ​​suffering, and there is no need to measure the world's vast world barefoot, and you can reach the other side without leaving your home."

The other side is not anywhere else... the other side is in the heart.

Jin Yi's expression was in a mess.

"I thought you would understand this principle." Shao Yun looked at the "Little Junior Brother" who he cared for the most in recent years, and his tone was a little disappointed, "But now it seems that I was wrong... You made a big mistake, committed a murderous crime, and acted as a target for others."

Having said that.

The old man looked at Song Que and said, "Grand Guest, if you want to kill Jin Yi today, I will never stop you."

Song Que did not give a single response, and his eyes were filled with tranquility.

His expression of looking at Jin Yi has never changed from the beginning... It is no different from looking at the dead.

It only takes a moment to kill Jin Yi.

The so-called Vajra body of the great master of the Vinaya Sect was just a piece of white paper in front of him, Song Que, and he could break it with his hand.

"But I, today I have a heartless request..."

In the tall building made of ancient Sanskrit words, the old man's knees were slightly bent. In Song Que's surprised and surprised eyes, the old man's knees fell on the hot sand, and said tremblingly: "In recent years, the great guest has worked hard for the Buddhist sect and deserves this worship. Today, I only hope not to start another killing. The Buddhist sect will be prosperous and cannot withstand the second dismantling."

Song Que was silent for a long time.

He said lightly: "Master Shao Yun, I can't bear to be your worship. If you take the Bodhisattva to twist the fire, you have to do things. What Song did is not to win anyone's recognition."

Speaking of this, he looked at Jin Yi who was lying on the ground, and there was no need to say what the implication was.

Song Que continued: "Since you know it's a reluctant request, why should the master speak again?"

The guest guest said calmly: "More than ten years ago, Jinglian was cursed. I wanted to investigate it to the end. It was your unwilling request at that time, which resulted in the truth of this case being fruitless. Today, Yaochi is stormy because of the golden storm. Lingshan cannot withstand dismantling and cannot die anymore... Why, Lingshan's life is human life, and Yaochi's life is not?"

The old man kneeling on the ground trembled and could not answer this question.

Jin Yi looked at the old man kneeling on the ground with him and knocked his head on the ground. He closed his eyes in pain and said, "Senior Brother, don't be like this... You are the Lord of the Main Hall..."

In this way...even the dignity is lost.

The old man raised his head and looked at his incompetent junior brother. His eyes were not as turbid as it was about to reach, but were clear.

"The Lord of the Palace..."

"Just reputation..."

"If you throw away the things you think are precious and can be exchanged for 'peace', then everything will be much easier."

The old man panted and asked, "I have never stepped out of Lingshan in the past few years. Today I have made an exception... Do you know the seriousness of this matter?"

The leader of the Literature Sect gritted his teeth and turned to look at Song Que.

More than ten years ago, this man killed people in Lingshan. In order to investigate a case file without cause and effect, he killed countless comrades.

He often feels that Song Que is not a Bodhisattva.

But a devil.

What is the difference between such a vast murderous act and those ghost cultivators in the East Realm?

Now, Shao Yun left Guangming with his true body and came here to stop Song Que from starting another murder.

“Since that’s the case…”

Jin Yi smiled miserably and said, "Song Que, I was wrong about this matter. The change in Yao Chi was that I was stupid. The sins and karma of this body are already unclearable... No matter how you explain it, it will be futile."

"At present, I, Jin Yi, only one request, don't involve others."

He turned one direction, pointed his head at Song Que, and bowed hard.

There was a "bang".

Blood splashed out from the yellow sand.

The Vajra body is also broken.

Jin Yi raised his head and knocked down with a huge amplitude. His whole body was trembling. A broken pattern broke on his forehead, and the golden hot blood continued to fall along the sand.

Song Que frowned and watched the man keep kowtowing to him, again and again, in this unseen Shujian Building, shattering his life's pride and dignity.

He had no sympathy at all.

There is no mercy.

There was a "buzz" sound.

The yellow sand trembled, and the fire stick that penetrated deep into the earth rose from the ground and swept into Song Que's hand. He wiped his fingers and cut off one of the stick heads and turned into an oblique point.

He lifted up high.

Jin Yi's body just trembled, and stopped kowtowing, bowed his head, like a death row prisoner who sent his neck to the gallows, waiting for the executioner's last knife to be cut down...

However, in the yellow sand all over the sky, the sharp sound of slashing the piercing sounded.

The blue sleeve robe was cut off, and with a sudden sound, the sharp stick that cut off the robe and broke into the Shujian Building with her clothes, and pierced into the bricks and tiles of the city walls in the distance.

Cut the robe.

Decision of meaning.

Song Que looked at Shao Yun with tired eyes.

He whispered: "As you wish..."

"Today, Lingshan will not cause any more trouble."

In the distance, Song Jinglian and Cinnabar holding the scabbard came to the place where the three of them were. The two looked confused, looked at the man who had broken a piece of sleeves, looked at Jin Yi, and said, "Lingshan will have nothing to do with me from now on."

Song Que looked at his son.

"Go away."
Chapter completed!