Xuanxia

Chapter 463 Buddha
The door of the Buddhist temple slowly opened, and the morning sun shone in, casting a golden light on the ground.

Huijue walked in slowly and looked straight at Huikong's back.

Huikong did not look back, but still bowed his head to the Buddha statue in front of him and chanted the Buddhist scriptures softly.

Both of them looked like young monks, but their eyes were extremely mature and calm.

"Hui Xin has passed away."

Huijue said lightly.

Huikong's chanting of the Buddhist sutra gradually stopped. After a long while, he said softly, "Huiyuan, you will also return to the Pure Land."

"Brother..." Huijue's voice was colder than ever before: "Is this what you want?"

Huikong's voice was equally light and frosty: "Junior brother, I also want to ask you a question, is this what you want?"

"..."

Huijue was silent for a moment, but changed the subject: "Brother, do you believe in what the Buddha said?"

Huikong paused and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Huijue continued to speak slowly: "Thousands of years ago, the world turned upside down. All the practitioners in the world, and even the selfless and powerful gods, disappeared. Only the inheritance was passed down to reopen the path of practice in this world... The inheritance left behind at that time all had the same mysterious guidance."

As he spoke, he looked up at the Buddha statue and said solemnly, "The disciples of Buddhism, the young Taoists, the saints of Confucianism, the ancestors of the barbarians, and even the long-lost demon cultivators and ghost cultivators have related records, calling it the Demon Star, Dark Light..."

"The difference is that no matter what kind of records are passed down, they all indicate that this being was born from the great Dao of heaven and earth. He is a rare person who has mastered all the ways, and they all predict... that he will awaken in our time."

"therefore……"

Huijue said slowly: "The so-called Buddha's son, Daoist progeny, saint, ancestral spirit, or whatever else, are actually the same person."

When he said this, Huikong finally spoke.

"Junior brother, instead of pinning your hopes on so-called magical powers or Buddha's disciples, it is better to concentrate on practicing."

He said calmly: "You and I are the ones who can save the world and lead to happiness."

Hearing this, Huijue shook his head in disappointment.

"Brother, you just don't understand."

He sighed, "The arrival of the Buddha is a great opportunity that only comes once in a thousand years. We want to save all living beings, and this is the best time. Why do we ignore it?"

"It's all just false." Huikong shook his head slowly.

"No, it's not false."

Huijue said softly, "Twenty years ago, the stars moved strangely. In the Purple Palace, Jiao was shining, Fang was trembling, Xin was bright and dark, and Dou was shining, shining with the stars in Taiwei and Tianshi Palaces..."

"On that day, a meteorite fell from the sky and landed on the top of Bailu Mountain in the southwest. Then, a bright star shone, and everyone in the world was amazed."

At this point, he smiled slightly: "Brother, is this vision also false?"

"Brother, you went to Bailu Mountain that year." Huikong asked, "Did you see the Buddha?"

"No."

Huijue said calmly, "Many people went there that day, but all returned empty-handed... But the way of heaven must have hidden something, how can it be easily found by ordinary people like us?"

Huikong asked again: "Then why do you think there are Buddha's disciples in the world?"

"Because... I saw it."

Huijue said calmly: "I asked the Buddha, and the Buddha gave me a glimpse of light and shadow... I saw the Buddha's son, he walked out of Bailu Mountain, and was pursued by people all over the world..."

"Afterwards, he came to Jinchan Temple in person and stood before me."

"Soon after that, the heaven and earth were brightly illuminated, and the sound of the Buddha spread far and wide... Brother, this is not false."

Huikong sighed and was about to say something else when he suddenly raised his eyes slightly as if he sensed something.

Like him, Huijue also clearly sensed something. He was stunned at first, and then a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, which had remained calm and indifferent for thousands of years!
"he came."

Huijue blurted out and turned to leave.

But the next moment, Huikong, who had just been kneeling in front of the Buddha, suddenly and unexpectedly appeared outside the door of the Buddhist hall, blocking his way.

"Brother..." Huijue said softly, "Do you want to stop me?"

"Yes."

Huikong's voice was also very soft: "You can't go."

Huijue's tone was still calm, but a little more gloomy: "Why can't I go?"

"Because I said no." Huikong said lightly.

The atmosphere between the two immediately became tense. They did nothing, but there was a faint sense of fluctuation in the space around them. Even the sunlight shining there became distorted.

"Brother..." Huijue suddenly laughed: "Is this the first time you use your power to pressure someone? You think so highly of Fu Qingzhou, could it be that you also recognize him as a Buddhist disciple?"

"Junior brother, you don't have to do this."

Huikong remained calm: "Why do you want to see Fu Qingzhou? You and I both know it... Junior Brother Huixin is dead, Fu Qingzhou must have something important in his hands. If he comes to me, your so-called grand plan will fall apart." "..."

After a moment of silence, Huijue smiled with relief: "If that's the case, I won't move... But brother, you and I are here together. If he wants to see you, how can he not see me?"

"It makes sense."

Huikong gently clasped his hands together and said, "Then... you go to the Prajna Zen Forest, and I will go to the Pure Thoughts Cloud Terrace, and we will see where he goes."

Huijue smiled: "Good."

The next moment, a gentle breeze blew in front of the Buddhist temple, and the two of them disappeared at the same time.

……

Outside Jinchan Temple.

Fu Qingzhou was carrying a large iron box on his back, looking up at the three huge golden characters "Jinchan Temple" at the entrance of the mountain, his eyes slightly cold.

There was a reason why he chose to come here before the Cold Prayer Festival.

Although Li Qing has not been found yet, if the Cold Prayer Festival comes and Li Qing follows Huixin and Huijue's wishes and wants to make some big move here, it will be difficult for me to do things without the support of Huikong and Yuanzhen.

There were a constant stream of people around him, and although he was carrying an iron box, which looked a bit strange, not many people looked at him.

He followed the crowd into the mountain gate.

But just as I entered the mountain gate and walked onto the long tree-lined avenue, before I even saw any temple or smelled the scent of incense, several monks came to greet me.

"Amitabha."

They naturally surrounded Fu Qingzhou, put their hands together, bowed slightly and asked, "Are you here, Mr. Fu?"

The passers-by were somewhat surprised to see a group of monks surrounding a boy of about eighteen or nineteen years old. However, since Jinchan Temple had distinguished guests and celebrities coming from time to time, it was not particularly strange. They just glanced at them for a few seconds and then walked on.

Fu Qingzhou glanced at the monks and smiled slightly: "It's me, what can I do for you?"

"Donor Fu..."

One of the monks said softly, "Master Huijue wants to see you."

"Ha, Huijue?" Fu Qingzhou chuckled.

He twisted his neck and said lazily, "I don't want to see him. I'm here to see Master Huikong... So, masters, please make way?"

But after the words were spoken, the monks remained motionless. The monk who had just spoken said again: "Donor Fu, Patriarch Huijue wants to see you."

"Ha." Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "Don't think that I won't hit anyone just because this is Jinchan Temple, huh?"

"Amitabha, please calm down, benefactor."

The monk remained calm and said, "Master Huijue has no ill intentions. He just wanted to invite you to see him."

"What if I just don't want to see you?" Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes.

"That……"

The monk had just opened his mouth when suddenly, a voice called out from not far away: "Donor Fu, long time no see."

A few people looked in the direction of the voice and saw another young monk walking out from the crowd—Yuan Zhen!
"Yuan...Uncle Yuanzhen."

The monks were stunned for a moment, then they all bowed to Yuan Zhen.

Yuan Zhen didn't even look at them, and smiled at Fu Qingzhou and said, "Donor Fu, please follow me."

Fu Qingzhou smiled, glanced coldly at the monks, and walked to Yuan Zhen's side.

The two walked for a while and looked back. They saw the monks were still standing there, looking at them from afar.

"what's going on?"

Fu Qingzhou asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"Things are a bit troublesome." Yuan Zhen said softly: "Master and Uncle Huijue..."

Before he could finish his words, a huge bell suddenly rang out over the Jinchan Temple!

The sound of the bell is like thunder from heaven, but it is not harsh or brain-destroying. Instead, it makes people feel clear-headed and open-minded.

After the bell, a calm and deep voice sounded.

"Dear donors, the Winter Prayer Festival is approaching, and our temple needs everyone to work together to prepare. Therefore, Jinchan Temple will be temporarily closed in the next two days, waiting to welcome visitors again before the Winter Prayer Festival... All the believers in the temple are kindly requested to leave the temple for the time being."

"I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience this has caused you. I beg for your forgiveness."

The tail end of the bell sound gradually faded away, but the two sentences floated back and forth in the sky. Countless people looked up in astonishment, and after listening to it several times, they had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Fu Qingzhou stood there and blinked: "It can't be... because of me?"

Yuan Zhen smiled helplessly: "What else?"

(End of this chapter)