The Word of Heaven

Chapter 242 Yuan Gou
The bitter boat monk looked at the crack on the Yuanmie Mirror, and his eyes revealed a very clear expression of regret.

For Cihang Temple, this was the most horrific wound - if the new leader of the Tianming Sect had not been impossible to find, the monks would not have been willing to use this Zen treasure because the price was too heavy.

In order to defeat Taoism, the Yuanmie Mirror had to suffer such a severe blow. Even now, it has been worshipped by the eminent monks of the Pagoda Forest for hundreds of years, but the broken mirror cannot be repaired and cannot be restored to its original state.

It was for this reason, and the fact that Cihang Temple did not receive the expected rewards after the White Emperor regained control of the country, that many monks in the temple felt resentful.

In the final analysis, the positions of state teacher and state religion are indeed respected to the utmost, but that’s all.

The appearance of the summer festival was considered by many monks to be a long-planned betrayal.

As for the 480 temples in the south, the magnificent Zen scenes in the mist and rain have nothing to do with the Qin Dynasty. They are the result of the blood and even lives paid by countless monks.

Years of accumulated grudges, coupled with the horrific scene of Yingxu being punished by heaven and Bai Nanming's sudden death, eventually led Cihang Temple to its current path.

The wind blows through Tallinn, bringing cool breezes.

Monk Kuzhou looked forward and saw Master Daoxiu closing his eyes temporarily.

Then, he saw dozens or even hundreds of golden threads emerging from the stone towers, and then being gathered by an invisible giant hand towards the Yuanmie Mirror hanging quietly in the air.

When the Yuanmie Mirror met the golden threads, the tiny cracks on the mirror were no longer noticeable and were completely healed silently.

The next moment, countless images appeared in the mirror in the form of fleeting glimpses, and were gone in a flash.

Monk Kuzhou sensed very clearly that countless auras were pouring in from all over the human world, converging in the pagoda forest, and then under the influence of the stone pagodas, their edges were smoothed out and turned into pure raindrops.

These are certainly not real raindrops, but rather what people think and what is destined.

All of these are immersed in the mirror of extinction, and transformed into real pictures, the never-stopping world, and the countless fireworks of the mundane world.

The reason why the Yuanmie Mirror is so powerful is that it can control all the worldly auras and make good use of nature.

Daoxiu opened his eyes.

The white monk's robe fluttered along with his body, giving the impression of rustling sound, but in fact it made no sound at all.

He looked at Yuanmiejing at the same level, his gaze fixed on those pictures, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

As Dao Xiu looked, the speed at which the images in the mirror flew by began to slow down, and their number also decreased, beginning to approach the truth.

Kuzhou monk's expression became more and more nervous, and his mood became more and more nervous, because he could hear a slight sound coming from behind him.

That was the sound of the relics of a great monk from a previous generation in a stone pagoda unable to bear the weight and then shattering.

As the birthplace of Zen Buddhism, Cihang Temple has a profound heritage, but paying such a price is still a price to be paid.

At this moment, Daoxiu stretched out his hand and casually pointed a finger at Yuanmie Mirror.

This finger seems to be extremely simple, but it is actually the most profound method of Zen Buddhism, and is not inferior to the Daosheng in Gu Zhuo's hand.

Countless rays of light bloomed from Dao Xiu's fingertips, scattered in every corner of Tallinn, and turned into real screens of light.

Then, when the picture on the light curtain flowed to a certain moment, a silver light thread different from the stone tower jumped out inexplicably and gathered at the center of the tower forest again, under the mirror of destruction.

As those silver threads continued to appear and entangle with each other, a huge pattern was truly woven out.

Or rather a map.

The traces on this map are deep or shallow, depending on fate.

There is no need to mention the shallow ones. One of the deep ones is the mountain outside Yunmengze. Following the silver thread of light that is dependent on this mountain, the monk Kuzhou saw the scene of that day.

However, the picture was not clear, it was blurry as if covered by rain, and the truth could not be seen at all.

The bitter boat monk turned his gaze again, continuing to search according to the depth of fate on the map, and finally his eyes fixed on the hinterland of the southwest.

There are extremely deep traces there, similar to those on the banks of Yunmeng Lake, and the deepest one is near Yuangou Temple.

When the monk Kuzhou's eyes fell on this place, all the movement disappeared in an instant.

Dao Xiu floated down.

"interesting."

After a moment of silence, he said, "Both are in Yuan Gou Temple."

The bitter boat monk was stunned for a moment, very puzzled, and asked blankly: "Two?"

Dao Xiu's eyes showed no sign of fatigue, and he said calmly, "Gu Zhuo, and the new leader."

It was not until this time that the monk Kuzhou realized that the reason for the appearance of that finger was to prevent him from doing two things.

The next moment, he recalled the scene he saw not long ago and his eyes suddenly widened.

One possibility came to his mind.

"Why……"

The bitter boat monk asked with a trembling voice: "The trajectory of these two people's actions seems to be very close?"

Dao Xiu waved his sleeves casually, dispersing the thousands of rays of light in the pagoda forest, and letting everything return to normal.

The map dissipated in the wind.

The cracks on the Yuanmie Mirror were once again exposed to the sunlight, and when viewed at the smallest detail, they seemed to have grown a little bigger.

"Let's go to Yuangou Temple."

Dao Xiu's voice was still gentle: "As long as we meet Gu Zhuo himself, all the questions will be answered."

As he said this, several images emerged in his sea of ​​consciousness, vividly.

The winter before last, there was the Cihang Dharma Assembly.

At that time, he met Yu Sheng and learned the latter's true identity, which left a deep impression on him.

This is a very important thing.

Also in that year, Yingxu was punished by heaven and died in the depths of Yunmengze, and the Tianming Sect was in turmoil.

Afterwards, Gu Zhuo began to travel around the south, visiting 480 temples.

No one knows why he did this.

Dao Xiu thought about this quietly.

A vague road appeared before his eyes.

Gu Zhuo is the new leader of the Tianming Sect.

He is also Bai Nanming's junior fellow apprentice.

News leaked from the Tianming Sect that Yingxu once tried to kill Bai Nanming, but failed.

As a successor, we should inherit the will of our predecessors. This is not something difficult to understand.

The most important thing for all these speculations to be true is that one point.

——Yu Sheng can be killed.

Dao Xiu put away his thoughts.

"really interesting."

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile, and he murmured to himself, "How can the world be so interesting."

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The result obtained by using fate to destroy the mirror was not publicized, and only a very few people in the entire Cihang Temple knew about it. This was due to the fact that the monks in the temple did not want to alert the enemy, but the more important reason lay with Yuangou Temple.

Subduing demons is something that must be done, but who will subdue the demons is a real problem.

Yuangou Temple is also the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism, and may not be willing to be helped by Cihang Temple. This is the biggest trouble.

During this turbulent time, Cihang Temple does not want any possible conflicts to arise within the Zen Buddhism, so it must be extremely cautious on this matter to avoid certain bad results.

The only thing that made Kuzhou monk feel fortunate was that Yuangou Temple was not difficult to talk to.

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Yuangouhou Temple, outside the lecture hall.

Gu Zhuo was listening in.

He leaned against the blue bricks, his eyes fixed on the courtyard scenery outside the eaves, and listened to the sound of scripture interpretation coming from the temple, his expression calm.

Peace is a matter of course.

The law of karma mentioned in Zen Buddhism is one of the most profound concepts in the world. The existence of the Karma Mirror was no less important than the Morning and Evening Bell in the past. With Daoxiu's identity as the second most powerful person in the world and the cover of the Pagoda Forest of Cihang Temple, everything that happened that day was truly unknown to the world, and even unknown to Gu Zhuo.

However, Pei Jinge had told Gu Zhuo at the beginning that the Yuanmie Mirror could be used at any time, so he had already been prepared for it.

The only problem that bothered him was the two different identities.

Before parting with Pei Jinge, the other party specifically said something to him, which was to ask him not to forget his name.

The meaning is very clear.

The Destiny Religion can be abandoned.

Gu Zhuo admitted that this was correct, but did not completely agree with it.

To be precise, he believes there is still room for maneuver.

This is exactly why he is in Yuangou Temple at this moment.

The sound of sutras in the lecture hall subsided.

Gu Zhuo no longer leaned against the wall.

A monk came up to him and handed him a book.

Gu Zhuo took it, then stuffed a heavy amount of silver into his sleeve with a very noble gesture, and then left.

The two of them performed their movements very skillfully, without any awkwardness or embarrassment at all.

When we reached a pavilion in the distance, the Immaculate Monk was waiting there.

Gu Zhuo handed the book to the little monk again and reminded him, "Even if you don't want to concentrate on your practice, at least don't waste your talent."

Yes, the reason why he exchanged the notes from the monk was certainly not for himself.

Is there any Buddhist teaching in this world that can make him focus to this extent?
“Practice is a matter of time.”

The Immaculate Monk said nonchalantly, "What's the rush?"

Gu Zhuo glanced at him and said, "I don't want you to see Chu Jun being killed by a sword next time."

The Immortal Monk was a little annoyed and said expressionlessly: "Monks are compassionate. I won't fight with her."

Gu Zhuo was too lazy to pay attention and asked instead: "Why did you come to see me today?"

According to past habits, the two would not meet at this time, but today was an exception.

After hearing these words, Monk Wuque came to his senses and realized that he had almost forgotten the important matter.

"You may not be able to hide any longer."

The young monk paused and lowered his voice and said, "Just today, my master specifically asked me what the relationship between you and me is."

Gu Zhuo's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Hmm?"

"It's the relationship between me and you now, and also between me and Gu Zhuo."

The Immaculate Monk explained and continued, "I don't understand why Master asked this. Anyway, in the end, I said everything I could say for you, and I also specifically praised your strengths."

Gu Zhuo was a little curious and asked, "What are the advantages?"

Is it talent or appearance?

Is it talent or personality?

Or the most absurd devotion to Buddhism?

"The advantage is..."

The Immortal Monk coughed, looking a little strange, and said seriously: "You are really rich."

Gu Zhuo was silent.

Whether in his previous life or this life, he had never thought that this could become one of his strengths.

He is worthy of being a member of Yuangou Temple.

Then he looked into the young monk's eyes and asked directly, "Then what are you embarrassed about?"

"After hearing your merits, Master..."

The Immortal Monk said helplessly, "You must let me come and take you to see him."

(End of this chapter)