Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven Sanskrit

As if overnight, the entire martial arts world was turned upside down. Dingjiange Xie's family completely collapsed, the old pavilion master was killed, the second son was seriously injured and disabled, and the legendary crazy eldest son was taken to Songshan by Master Kongxing of Shaolin. Later, someone came out to refute the rumors, saying: That young master sword demon is indeed not crazy, but was poisoned by Xie Qingyun's blood to make a medicine man, and he himself is not the flesh and blood of the Xie family at all... Old Pavilion Master Xie You can imagine the poison of his intentions.

The one who spoke was Qiu Shuitian, the number one genius doctor in martial arts, who was entrusted by Master Kongxing to diagnose Xie Shaoyuan's illness. The truth finally came out to the world. As a result, the entire martial arts world sighed.Said, that old fox Xie Qingyun is really nothing. Among them, the one who gnashed her teeth the most was the old lady of the Fang family in Luoyang. However, that young master sword demon who was falsely accused of being a madman before was really mad—after that night, he went completely mad.Don't know anyone or talk to anyone, just muttering to myself every day.

Fortunately, Master Kongxing chanted Buddhist scriptures every day to remove the murderous aura in his heart, and asked Shaolin abbot Kongwen to use the supreme Buddhist heart method Yijin Jing to pull out the blood poison in his body inch by inch. As a result, the sword demon, who must kill every month, finally gradually stopped being bloodthirsty. However, he remained silent for a long time. one year later. "What a strange person... You see, he sits on that tower in a daze every day." The snow had just fallen, and among the little monks who got up to sweep the snow, one occasionally looked up and saw the figure in white sitting silently on the tenth floor of the Songyue Temple Pagoda to the west.

"According to senior brother and the others privately, this person is the number one sword demon son in the Jianghu!" The novice next to him continued. "Ah? Is that the lunatic brought back by the master?" The little novice asked in surprise after the broom paused and swept out strands of strands on the snow. "yes……" "I really can't tell...he is a very quiet person on weekdays. Even if he talks to himself, he doesn't look like a lunatic." Somewhat regrettable, the little novice took a broom and recited Amitabha. "Jingxin, Jingming! Dinner is ready, go quickly..." Under the corridor, a senior brother hurried past greeted.

So, throwing the broom in a hurry, the two young novice monks hurried up and joined the team, asking as they walked, "If you break fast tonight, do you have anything to eat?" Another senior brother smiled brightly: "Yes, yes! Today, the owner of Dingjiange Xie's family and the young lady came to the temple to burn incense and fulfill their vows. They also brought a lot of vegetarian dumplings for everyone." "Ding Jiange?... Isn't that the family of the lunatic in this temple?" "Hush... Keep your voice down, it is said that they are not blood brothers." Someone whispered next to him.

"Tangtuan...today is the Lantern Festival." Thoughtfully, the little novice raised his head and looked at the darkening sky. "Yes, after a while, you can climb to the top of the mountain to watch the fireworks!" The voice of the same door was extremely excited. After all, although he is a disciple of Buddhism, he is still a child. "Thank you benefactor, my brother and sister-in-law are both in the temple and want to see you." The tower is so high that it is surrounded by flying birds and mountains. On the stairs, Master Kongxing folded his palms to the man in white in the heart of the tower. However, as if he didn’t hear it, the young man in white was just whispering to himself, not answer.The brows were slightly frowned, and the wrinkles between the brows were like a knife.

"Facing the wall alone, looking down at the common people, is the benefactor still unable to see through it? Demonic barriers, demonic barriers... Amitabha." Kong Xing sighed, said nothing, turned and went downstairs. When I went down to the hillside, I saw a group of young monks gathered on the hillside, shouting and watching the fireworks.Kongxing couldn't help laughing—after all, he was a child, yet he was so curious and enthusiastic about this worldly existence. Suddenly, the sky flashed, and bright sparks rose high from the homes of the people below the mountain, spread out from a certain point in the sky, and enveloped them, like a meteor shower, falling colorfully.

"Wow! Wow!" The group of young monks shouted and clapped their hands. Master Kongxing smiled, but there was great enlightenment and silence after seeing all the prosperity in his smile. He flicked his clothes, ready to turn his head and walk away.Suddenly, I saw a little novice with a strange expression, looking up at somewhere behind him. "Jingxin, what's the matter?" He asked gently. The little novice's face was pale, and he tremblingly said: "Master... Master! That man, the man on the tower, what is he doing?" Kong Xing suddenly turned his head and followed his fingers to look at the ten-story tower.

There, the cold moon is like a mirror, the birds are circling, and the Songyue Temple Pagoda stands alone in the colorful fireworks all over the sky. The gorgeous and flashy fireworks reflect the simple and simple pagoda, like a fantasy - on the overhanging eaves beside the pagoda, there is a man in white with long hair The young man stood facing the wind, looked at the sky and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to catch the flowers falling from the sky, and seemed to be holding someone who passed away in the sky... His silhouette, in the ancient tower of Lengyue and the light and shadow in the sky, floats out of the dust, like a flying fairy from the sky.

"Look at you, don't frown all the time, you should smile more... Look, the wrinkles are so deep." The woman in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, stretched out her hand from the void, and gently stroked his brow. Her hand was as cold as the snow in the sky... However, he smiled, and stretched out his hand towards her. "Youcao." He called softly. "Shaoyuan, come on, let's go out to watch the fireworks!" She smiled and took his hand. "Heaven!—Greatly Merciful and Greatly Compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva!" On the hillside, those little novice monks were stunned and exclaimed.

In the vast moonlight, the sky was full of gorgeous fireworks, and the white dress suddenly fell, like a cold crane crossing the cold pond, flashing across the vast night sky in an instant.Then, the sky remained empty and empty, as if nothing had happened. "Amitabha……" Facing the night sky after the fall, he made a deep salute, and Master Kongxing softly recited the mantra of passing away. Under the night, only the bright moon is silent, cold through the ages. The fireworks all over the sky seem to be ignorant of the sufferings of the world, and they still do their best to show off their beauty, scattered like stars and falling all over the sky. Master Kongyata brushed the ashes off the robe with his hand, watching it disintegrate into fine crumbs between his fingers. Those are dead fireworks. Thousands of people look up to the sky full of splendor at all times, but there is nothing when they hold their hands in the blink of an eye-all of these, what remains is only a phantom after all. (Finish)