I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 261 Goodbye Wangyou
As the sky brightened, a burst of drum sounds came from the foot of the mountain.

"Monk, they are coming."

Xiao Se glanced at Wuxin who was resting with his eyes closed beside him, stood up and yawned, walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked at the hundreds of monks standing densely packed at the foot of the mountain.

They are all monks from the Dafanyin Temple, and today they are here to perform a ritual for Monk Wangyou.

At this moment, they had all sat down, beating the gongs and drums in their hands and chanting scriptures at the same time.

The sound of Buddhist scriptures is so long and melodious, and it has a certain Buddhist meaning in that vast land.

Even a lazy person like Xiao Se couldn't help but look serious: "Three hundred monks chanting sutras in the desert to save people is more Zen than the royal ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens."

"That's..." Lei Wujie suddenly pointed to the distance, and saw a burly monk holding a knife standing abruptly behind the three hundred chanting monks.

The monk holding the knife looked ahead with a stern look. There were nine horses in front of him, with several monks sitting on them, rushing towards this side rapidly.

"It's Wang Rensun." Xiao Se turned his head and looked at Wu Xin, "He doesn't seem to back off as you agreed. This time he seems to have made a different decision than he did twelve years ago."

"Come in." Wuxin glanced at him coldly, without saying anything else, he just slowly stepped into the ruined temple.

Xiao Se and Lei Wujie followed Wu Xin in, but Chu Zhao and his wife, as well as Ji Ruofeng, stood there without moving.

At the foot of the mountain, Dajue forced Wang Rensun back with a palm, and asked Wuchan and Tanglian who were traveling with him to entangle Wang Rensun. He brought the seven great Buddhist and Taoist masters of Jiulong Temple: Dajue, Dahuai, Dawei, Daguan, Dame, Damu, and Dapu, abandoned their horses, and jumped towards the hillside.

"This monk Dajue is quite capable. He can actually force Wang Rensun to retreat with just one palm." Ji Ruofeng said with some surprise in his tone.

Yue Yao nodded in agreement: "I'm afraid that the monk's attainments under the Thousand Buddhas have reached a state of perfection, but why do I feel that..."

For a moment, Yueyao didn't know how to describe it.

Chu Zhao took over the conversation: "It lacks some of the compassion of Buddhism, but instead has some more devilishness."

"The Thousand Buddha Hands is a Buddhist martial art, which is supposed to carry a kind of compassion and save people, but it gives people a very strange and distorted feeling. The monk himself is the same. He looks like a furious Vajra, but the Buddha nature of the furious Vajra is not seen." Yin Luoxia frowned.

Chu Zhao smiled and said, "That's because Dajue has been possessed by the devil. With the power of his inner devil, he was able to force Wang Rensun back with one palm. Of course, this is also related to the fact that Wang Rensun has no intention of killing and is already old."

The reason why Wang Rensun was nicknamed "Broken Sky Sword" was because he could shatter the entire sky with one strike of his sword. It was said that once his sword was out, the sword's power would remain for three days.

Twelve years ago, it was one of the three best swords in the world, as famous as the Kunwu Sword of Ye Mubai, the elder of Xueyue City, and the Ghost Sword of Zhaiyue Jun of Nanjue Longyue Pavilion.

Now, let alone comparing with the Southern Sword Immortal Zhaiyue Jun, he is even far behind Ye Mubai.

But this is normal. Obsession, guilt, regret...all kinds of emotions linger in your heart. It's good enough if you don't go astray.

In addition, he had been indulging in wine and meat for twelve years, and his martial arts skills had regressed a lot.

Just like now, the mighty Sky-Breaking Sword actually allowed the two younger generations, Tang Lian and Wu Chan, to gain the upper hand.

Too bad!
Chu Zhao lost interest in watching the show and took Yue Yao and Yin Luoxia into the ruined temple.

In the ruined temple.

Wuxin took out a package from his robe, looked solemn and walked slowly forward, opened the contents of the package and placed it on the altar.

"What is that?" Lei Wujie asked.

Xiao Se frowned and looked at it for a long time, then asked uncertainly: "Could it be that the legendary relic?"

"Sheli?"

"After some great monks passed away, pearl-like objects remained after being burned. These objects are called relics." Xiao Se slowly explained, "The Buddhist scriptures say that relics are cultivated through the merits of the 'Six Paramitas' and 'Precepts, Concentration and Wisdom'. They are the power of the practitioners' precepts, concentration and wisdom. They are the manifestation of the unity of the mind and the Buddha. Every relic is very precious and is a sacred object of Buddhism."

"Really?" Lei Wujie looked at Chu Zhao.

Chu Zhao nodded and said nothing.

Wu Xin placed the relic on the altar, then walked down slowly and said, "Everyone says that the old monk's body instantly disappeared after his death, but in fact, this relic is still left in the ashes.

I thought, I must bring this relic back to Khotan even if it is thousands of miles away. The old monk could not come back here during his lifetime, but he should come back after his death."

"Buddhism does not talk about returning to one's roots, but returning here is indeed his wish." Chu Zhao nodded and smiled.

Wuxin clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, then sat down upright, closed his eyes, gently twisted the Buddhist beads in his hands, and recited scriptures along with the Sanskrit sounds coming from the mountain below.

As the scriptures were chanted, the relic suddenly emitted bursts of golden light, and a figure seemed to appear above the altar...

"Xiao Se, this..." Lei Wujie was startled and couldn't help but wanted to ask, but was stopped by Xiao Se.

Xiao Se shook his head gently: "Don't talk."

The figure on the altar got closer and closer as the sound of chanting came. It turned out to be an old monk wearing a gray robe, with white eyebrows and beard and a kind face.

The old monk walked down from the altar, looked at Wuxin who was sitting on the ground, bent down, and gently stroked his head: "Child..."

"Master!"

Wuxin had always called Wangyou "old monk", but finally at this moment he couldn't hold back his emotions and burst out in anger, shouting out the word "Master".

He knelt on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.

To Wuxin, Wangyou is probably the father-like person. Anyway, Wangyou definitely means more to him than Ye Dingzhi.

"Don't cry, good boy." Wangyou smiled slightly: "What are you doing here? You should go home."

"Wuxin's home is Hanshui Temple." Wuxin said sobbing.

Wangyou shook his head: "Silly child, Hanshui Temple is just a place for you to stay temporarily. Now that you have grown up, it is time to return to your home. Your home is a free place."

"Disciple just wants to go back to Hanshui Temple."

"What a silly child." Wangyou sighed and said slowly: "In fact, I have always felt that we are not master and disciple, but just accompanied each other for a period of time. Now that my journey has come to an end, the rest of the journey can only be walked by yourself. You only need to remember one sentence, once you have chosen a path, go forward courageously and don't look back."

After saying this, Wangyou stopped looking at Wuxin and turned to look at Chu Zhao and his wife and the other two.

Before Wangyou could speak, Chu Zhao smiled and said, "Old monk, we haven't seen each other for several years. I didn't expect that you would look like this when we meet again."

Wangyou smiled as if he had long since become indifferent to life and death. He did not perform Buddhist rituals, but bowed. His words did not sound like a monk, but rather like a man of the world.

"Brother Chu, my two sisters-in-law, I'll trouble you to take care of Anshi from now on."

Yueyao and Yin Luoxia both nodded, unable to hide the sadness on their faces.

Chu Zhao, on the other hand, showed no sadness, and said unhappily, "Take care of your own child. I don't have the habit of taking care of other people's children."

The old monk Wangyou just smiled and said nothing.

Then, his figure began to dissipate little by little...

"Is this a ghost...?" Lei Wujie's body was shaking a little.

"It is said that among the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, there is one called the power of cessation of outflows. Although a person dies, his soul can remain indestructible until the last trace of worldly obsession disappears." Xiao Se said. It was also the first time he saw that the soul of a person was indestructible after death. Only then did he realize the mystery of Buddhism and that it should not be spoken carelessly.

"Cut off all the three realms' delusions of seeing and thinking, and do not follow the rules of birth and death in the three realms."

Chu Zhao spoke calmly, and finally shouted in a deep voice: "Give it to me, Congee!"

The originally dissipating figure stopped instantly and gradually solidified.

The faint smile on the old monk Wangyou's face froze, and he stood there in a daze, looking as if he had seen a ghost. "This..." Lei Wujie was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Xiao Se was also shocked: "This...could it be the legendary "mouth holding the law of heaven"?!"

Wu Xin's face lit up with joy, and he exclaimed: "Master is really unfathomable!"

Chu Zhao smiled playfully at Wangyou, then turned to look at the three people and said, "You three, go out first. The old monk and I have something to say. Oh, remember to call Ji Ruofeng in. I think he has something to say to the old monk, otherwise he wouldn't have come all the way to Lingguang Temple to see the old monk off for the last time."

"So this place is called Lingguang Temple, I understand, Master. Thank you very much, Master!"

Wuxin stood up, wiped the tears from his face, waved his robe, and turned into the elegant monk again, as if he had completely forgotten that he had just been lying on the ground crying like a naughty child.

He cleared his throat and said to Xiao Se and Lei Wujie, "Let's go. Uncle Master has something to say to Master."

Xiao Se rolled his eyes: "I can hear you. Don't pretend to be dressed in white clothes at this time. We all saw what you looked like just now."

"Hey, I wanted to be that kind of cynical yet aloof immortal monk...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, Wuxin's ears were grabbed by someone, and Chu Zhao's cold voice rang in his ears.

"Give me a chance to reword my words. What did you say you wanted to be?"

"Uncle Master, I was wrong. I will never let Sister Nanyue down." Wuxin begged for mercy quickly.

"Humph, that's better, otherwise I'll make you a eunuch in the palace."

Wu Xin rubbed his ears, and after assuring Chu Zhao, he walked out the door and said with a smile: "The old monk said that I have to walk the rest of the way by myself, but the road ahead is a cliff thousands of feet high."

Xiao Se looked back at Wangyou and said faintly, "Master Wangyou's Buddhist teachings are profound, but one of his words is wrong. You don't have to walk the rest of the way alone."

"Oh?" Wuxin smiled thoughtfully.

"Let's go together." Lei Wujie laughed and strode towards the door.

"Amitabha."

Wangyou clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name softly, and smiled.

"Get out of here."

Chu Zhao shouted and scolded, causing the three of them to quicken their pace.

The three men walked out of the temple side by side, one of them was wearing a blood-red robe with clear eyes.

A person in white clothes as white as snow, with a smile on his lips.

The remaining one, who was wearing a fur coat worth thousands of gold, yawned after every two steps and looked lazy.

It seems that the three of them are different from each other, but they are the same in one thing: the eyes of the three of them are burning with the light that only young people have.

After asking Ji Ruofeng to enter the temple, the three of them walked all the way to the outermost courtyard.

Xiao Se looked down at the monks in front of him and said lazily, "Are they the ones?"

"That's them." Wuxin said with a smile.

In the courtyard, eight monks in cassocks were sitting there. Some had kind eyes and smiled without saying a word, some looked like angry Vajra, and some had their heads down and eyes closed as if they were taking a nap.

True form of Arhat formation!
The signature skill of Kowloon Temple.

Buddhism says: The original form is also known as the great form. The original form has eight abilities, so the original form Arhat formation is composed of eight Arhat masters.

When scattered, it can be broken down into eight formations; when gathered, it can be arranged in groups of two or three, to convey the idea of ​​no birth and no death, and endless cycle.

Therefore, once you enter the True Form Arhat Formation, what you have to face is no longer just eight monks, but also their endless combined attack techniques.

The eight Arhats are one, even the devil cannot defeat them.

It is said that the True Arhat Formation was created by the Buddha in order to destroy the devil, and it is the supreme magic-destroying formation.

But now, the Arhat Formation is not going to destroy the devil, but a little monk.

A handsome and elegant little monk.

Because they think that this little monk is a demon, the root cause of chaos in the world, and even the whole world.

Fortunately, the little monk is not alone, at least he has two friends.

Lei Wujie took a step forward: "I will break the formation!"

"You, a disciple of Snow Moon City, want to confront the Holy Sect of Buddhism in public?"

Lei Wujie looked back at Xiao Se and smiled: "It's okay, you haven't entered yet, and I see that the senior brother hasn't arrived yet. When he arrives, I will run away immediately."

"This is the True Form Arhat Formation. It is very difficult to break." Wu Xin looked at the Zen Master Dajue who was sitting in the center, kneeling on the ground with his hands folded, in a state of meditation, and spoke softly.

“You won’t know whether it’s easy to break until you break it.”

Lei Wujie smiled and took another step forward. This time he entered the formation. He felt a punch coming from his right side. It was from the monk with the angry Vajra look.

"I really have a bad temper."

Lei Wujie responded with a punch, also using Buddhist martial arts.

Even a seven-year-old kid in the Shaolin Temple can perform this very popular boxing style - the Daluohan Fist.

When his fists collided, Lei Wujie felt a surge of blood in his chest.

But the monk was not feeling well either. His punch was domineering and fierce, while Lei Wujie's punch was also very domineering. After a head-on collision, it was considered a draw.

"Who is the donor?"

"Xiao Wusheng, the deputy owner of Xueluo Villa!" Lei Wujie said loudly.

"roll!"

Xiao Se cursed without thinking, thinking that Lei Wujie had only been with him for a while, but he had become so slick and could make up lies without blushing or breathing hard.

Below, Lei Wujie and the monk started a formal fight after some verbal battle.

This was the first time Lei Wujie used Wuxin's boxing method. Although it was not as easy to use as Wufang boxing, he felt more comfortable with every punch he threw. He was a little awkward in the beginning, but got more and more fluent in the end. His body movements were like a leisurely stroll in the garden, and his punching power was endless like a tidal wave.

Xiao Se watched with great interest, and turned to ask, "Monk, how many Arhats do you think this little fellow can defeat?"

Wu Xin shook his head: "Probably not even one can be broken."

"So you have no confidence?" Xiao Se put his hands in his long sleeves and said lazily, "This is the deputy owner of my Snowfall Villa. It would be too embarrassing if I can't beat him."

“Don’t think that Lei Wujie is fighting back and forth. That’s because this Arhat Formation only has the form but not the intention. If the intention of subduing demons is formed, and the eight are integrated into one, Lei Wujie may not be able to withstand a single move.”

Three figures came floating over. Yin Luoxia took over Chu Zhao's words and said with a smile, "Although Lei Wujie is quite capable, he is still too young."

"Well, I can't beat him."

Yueyao came to the final conclusion.

(End of this chapter)