"Why does bitterness sin against the world?"

"How did suffering come to this?"

At this moment, Jiang Wang could not ask why Ku Jue died.

He had no choice but to ask why Kujue was not respected.

Kujue is cynical, and Kujue has no dignity at all.

Bitter feelings always wallow in the dust.

Ku Jue is always mean and shameless.

But these should not be the reasons for him to be treated with disdain.

He is a real person in this world who enjoys true freedom. He is an eminent monk of the same generation as the contemporary abbot of Xuankong Temple. He practiced with him back then. How many people can compare with him when it comes to Buddhism and cultivation?

However, in the Xuankong Temple, there was almost no such person. Even the believers at the foot of the mountain did not know that there was suffering in the world.

There are real people in this world who regard all living beings as ants, and there are real people who confuse right and wrong, but there is no room for a real person who plays games with the world?

In the past, Jiang Wang always felt that no matter how he was treated, it was all Ku Jue's own business. Ku Jue had his own way of getting along with the world, and Ku Jue would not be bullied. But now... he can no longer dance.

Come to curse people.

What can Jiang Wang do?

When there was no response after sending letters many times, he came to Xuankong Temple many times and asked for an audience by name. What he got every time was news about Kujue's wandering.

When he was worried about Kujue's safety, he was gentle and polite and bowed to the door respectfully - "Please tell me where senior Kujue is."

The first time he became a cabinet member of Taixu, he came to Xuankong Temple. The cabinet member paid homage to the mountain and received a letter from Ku Jue.

Now...he hopes that the world will give suffering the respect it deserves.

For this he can challenge everyone.

He does not want to be an enemy of Xuankong Temple.

He was just a disciple, a junior, an existence like a disciple and a son, fighting for a breath and a name for his "master" who had never called him out.

Because the feeling of suffering can no longer be won by oneself.

This body has not entered Buddhism, but Sanbao Mountain is my home in Buddhism.

The irritable Master Kubing did not fight immediately, and no other Master appeared again. Naturally, no one around the monks called for help.

When people looked at Jiang Wang, who was famous all over the world, pressing his sword in this Buddhist holy place, what they saw was not anger or arrogance, but overflowing with sadness that could not be hidden.

This man is so sad.

The cold-faced Master Kudu did not get angry. He remained silent. There was an indescribable silence in his expression as serious as a knife.

Maybe he also has a lot to say!

But he didn't say anything.

Then in the mountain gate, there was a sad sigh, faintly resounding: "Since you are here for suffering, there is no barrier for you to pass? Donor Jiang, please enter the mountain gate."

The truth of suffering turns sideways.

Jiang Wang tried his best to make himself bright, but all he could do was remain expressionless.

He straightened his spine, raised his head and pressed his sword, and walked in long strides. He represents Sanbao Mountain walking like a dragon and a tiger in this Buddhist holy land.

What a pity it would be for the old monk to not return his wealth to his hometown, and to be wealthy and holy.

The pure depth of Sanbao Mountain.

Today... fine clothes!

Under the complicated eyes of the monks, he followed closely behind the head of Guanshiyuan, stepped into the mountain gate of this Buddhist holy land in the present world, and entered the suspended Zen state.

The majestic hanging temple, the pagoda forest with faint treasures, the Sanskrit chant that spanned the ages... none of them could attract Jiang Wang's attention.

He walked forward silently.

The truth of suffering also leads the way silently.

Silence is the echo of the ancient temple.

No matter how long the road is, it has an end. No matter how long you walk, you can't stop your heartstrings.

But he inexplicably hoped that the road would be longer.

He would rather never go to the end.

Jiang Qingyang leads the way, Jiang Wu'an bravely leads the three armies, Jiang Ge Lao takes charge of the world, Jiang Wang... can't face the outcome bravely.

But he finally came to the quiet room of the abbot of Xuankong Temple.

The door of the room was also pushed open silently by Kudhi.

Jiang Wang walked forward.

Master Ku Ming sits behind a long desk.

There was only one incense burner and three sticks of sandalwood on the table.

The curls of green smoke obscured the wrinkles on the miserable abbot's face.

This fat monk, who always had a sad face, showed no sadness at the moment.

Today he cannot feel sorry for the common people.

He just sat there calmly, as if he had been sitting there for many years.

"I knew this day would come, but it was a little earlier than I thought." He said.

Jiang Wang walked up to him, knelt down on the futon in front of the long desk, facing the abbot of Xuankong Temple, his waist still straight: "Please tell me, abbot, how all this happened."

Ku Ming said: "Where should I start?"

He shook his head: "I can't stay out of the matter and say something that seems objective. As a monk who has escaped into Buddhism, I can't describe it without emotion - "

He raised a fat finger and placed it between Jiang Wang's eyebrows: "Please go into his fate and take a look at all this."

Jiang Wang knelt down in front of the incense burner and slowly... closed his eyes.

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"Your mother's straw sandals have rotten eggs, and three-inch nails jumped onto the Buddha's knees! It's such a shame that you still seduce the evil commander. Why didn't you slander Zong Dezhen! He had seventy-two concubines in the Three Palaces, Sixth Courtyard, etc.

, how many people followed him with all their money, in order to achieve the feat of becoming a dragon, a group of people fought life and death to finally lay the foundation. He turned around and ran up Yujing Mountain by himself - all the monks know that if you become a golden body, you must never forget your good faith.

He forgets his origins as soon as he goes up the mountain, is a first-class heartless man, and can be called the most evil king in the world!"

In the Zen room, the yellow-faced old monk was half-lying on the ground, with one foot on top of the other, one hand digging at the sole of the foot, and the other hand beating the ground from time to time to add to his amusement and prestige.

He was yelling curses and wouldn't stop for several hours. Every time he hit a critical point, he would hit the ground hard, making a reverberating "bang" sound.

boom!

"Zong Dezhen!"

"You old bastard who is obsessed with yellow mud, you got into your grandfather's crotch! If you love eating this so much, why don't you go to the pit! You are an old man who is thousands of years old and bullies me, a young man. Give your mother Zixu back.

Calming Talisman, do you want some face? You have lived in vain for so many years, and you have not made any progress! If Buddha were the same age as you, he would have transcended a long time ago! You are in the national system and Yujing Mountain, and you can't get anywhere. You are so ashamed.

shame!"

"Stop scolding!" Kubing's voice sounded outside the Zen room. Although it was a persuasion, it was loud and thunderous, and it seemed more like a quarrel with him: "If you scold him too much, even the Xingkong Zen state can't stop it. Zixu Zhenjun will

Hear it!”

"I just want him to hear it!" the yellow-faced old monk said angrily in the meditation room: "If this son of a bitch can't hear it, wouldn't the Buddha's scolding be in vain?!"

Kubing said: "Don't give Shanmen——"

"Shut up, you sick and consumptive ghost!!" The yellow-faced old monk cursed indiscriminately: "The Buddha hasn't scolded you yet, do you think you are a good thing?! Your senior brother was detained and thrown back by despicable means.

Are you blind and can't see? You stabbed him with a knife. Isn't that a dragon? What kind of earthworm did you bring down? Are you a big rooster?! You don't fight with others and come here to persuade me. I feel

Why does Buddha have such a good temper? What the hell!!”

Although Ku Bing had a loud voice, he couldn't scold him, so he shut up angrily, turned around and left.

But the yellow-faced old monk in the Zen room did not give up: "Let Buddha out! Count to three, don't force Buddha to scold you!"

"One! Two--you damn fat man! You fat fat pig with big ears! I know you are listening, don't pretend to be dead for me! Listen to the corner all day long and don't say anything when things happen. You are worthy of this

Abbot? Are you worthy? If your bitter nature does not die, will it be your turn? Damn fat man! Stand up! If you don’t come out, I will call you master!"

A miserable voice sounded faintly: "Isn't my master also your master?"

The yellow-faced old monk pointed at the sky and cursed the ground: "Okay, you bully the master and destroy the ancestors! You don't even care about scolding our master!"

Suffering does not make a sound.

"World Honored One!" The yellow-faced old monk shouted again: "The World Honored One is not a -"

"Shut up!" Ku Ming's fat figure suddenly burst into the meditation room: "Do you know what you are talking about? You are crazy!"
To be continued...