The Word of Heaven

Chapter 327 What does it mean to be fully versed in all things?
The words "Baishan" echoed in the empty Zen room and lingered in the ears of the eminent monks of Cihang Temple.

A moment ago, the emotions in the monks' eyes were quickly replaced by shock and astonishment, followed by strong doubts that they couldn't believe. They kept telling themselves in their hearts that they must have heard wrong. How could such a fact be possible?

However, the disciple's breathing was so rapid and his face was so frightened and panicked that even the people in the world who were best at pretending to be deaf and dumb could no longer continue to be blind and stupid.

There was dead silence in the Zen room.

The atmosphere was so eerie that it made one's heart tremble.

The next moment, the monk Kuzhou broke the silence.

He didn't say anything, but just closed his eyes tiredly for a moment, and then pushed his wheelchair out of the meditation room.

No matter whether the Demon Lord came here to ask for the sword, to worship Buddha, or even for something as absurd as worship, someone needs to stand up in Cihang Temple, and it must be in a calm manner.

This is what Zen is all about.

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The morning light shines on the gate of Cihang Temple.

There is no trace of winter snow, and the venerable sitting in the stone wall seems to be bathed in the sunlight, exuding a fresh feeling, which makes the lush mountain trees before spring even have a bit more distant Zen meaning.

If you look deep into the mountains, you will see clear streams cascading like silk, sparkling with golden light.

Despite such a beautiful scene, today's tourists and monks have no intention of appreciating it, and the atmosphere is as quiet as a mass grave.

In fact, many people believe that the three words "mass grave" can be used to describe the appearance of Cihang Temple in the near future.

The reason is very simple.

Countless eyes were focused on the man in black.

Most people can only see the back and cannot see the front at all.

However, there is no need for eye contact. People only need to look at the sleeves fluttering in the wind to feel the master's majestic and unparalleled bearing... no, it's as if the ethereal immortal spirit is about to float away in the next moment.

In this vast world, who except the Demon Lord can have such temperament?
People were silent and nervous. Many people wanted to leave but couldn't take the first step. In the end, they stayed with a nervous mood.

The main gate of Cihang Temple had already been opened.

Hundreds of monks stood behind the door, their faces extremely solemn. Even the King of Southern Qi who came to worship Buddha would not receive such treatment - provided that one ignores their pale faces reflected in the sunlight.

Gu Zhuo stood in front of the temple gate.

The wind blows the clothes.

After saying that, he did nothing else and just waited quietly.

Until a voice came from the back of the crowd.

"May I ask what the devil is here for?"

Along with the voices was the sound of a wheelchair rolling over bluestone slabs. The monks standing behind the temple gate were stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly made way, exposing the bitter monk.

Gu Zhuo looked at this scene, with a hint of nostalgia and sadness in his eyes.

It was not because of the bitter monk, but because he remembered his old friend who was sitting in a wheelchair.

A year has passed, but he still hasn't gone to Yishui to present that bouquet of flowers.

This is such a sad fact.

Gu Zhuo put away his melancholy thoughts.

"Come and see the remains of the Buddha."

He asked politely, "Is it convenient?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the sunlight suddenly turned cold.

Immediately afterwards, an uproar rose to the sky.

People were so shocked that they could not form words. In an instant, the sound spread all over the mountains and plains like a wildfire.

Those people subconsciously stepped forward and moved closer to the main entrance of Cihang Temple, wanting to see more clearly the unexpected events that were about to spread throughout the world.

The tranquility was completely shattered, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing in the blink of an eye.

Even the monk with a dark face like Kuzhou was stunned.

His face was turning visibly pale, like an eggplant covered with a thin layer of frost, and it was unclear whether it was out of anger or fear.

Gu Zhuo asked again: "Is it convenient?"

There was a sudden silence in front of Cihang Temple, and the noise disappeared completely.

People cannot look at the Demon Lord as if he were a madman, but they still find it absurd.

If the remains of the Buddha are preserved in Cihang Temple, they must be the most precious thing in the temple, equivalent to the former mirror of extinction, and in a sense even more sacred.

Such a sacred thing would be difficult to touch even for the great monks in the temple, let alone let an outsider get close to it, and that outsider is the leader of the Taoist sect.

Isn't this a humiliation?
what is that?
How could Kuzhou Monk’s expression not be ugly?

He took a few deep breaths, forcibly controlling the anger that was about to destroy his mind, and reminded, "Today, a great man in Daqin died, and the Sky Patrol Department is furious. I think this is really not a suitable time to pay a visit to the mountain. How about you come another day?"

This suggestion is reasonable, but it cannot withstand Gu Zhuo's words.

"I killed the person."

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"Actually, I'm in a hurry today, but this is indeed a bit impolite, so I want to be as polite as possible."

Gu Zhuo's voice was very warm, like today's sunshine: "At least let your temple save face."

Monk Kuzhou looked at him and said expressionlessly, "If we let you in, the problem facing our temple will not only be a matter of face."

Gu Zhuo said: "I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he sighed softly, genuinely helpless.

How could Kuzhou Monk believe it? He said coldly: "Since you have got the answer, then leave."

Gu Zhuo's answer was very direct: "Sorry."

Before the monk Kuzhou could open his mouth, a great monk in Cihang Temple spoke angrily.

"Demon Lord, do you think you are still the same person you were a hundred years ago? Although Patriarch Daoxiu has passed away, this does not mean that this temple can allow you to bully us!"

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The sound of Buddha filled the ears of the ordinary monk standing behind the temple gate, and his fear faded away, and he no longer trembled and shook.

Then, the strong men of Cihang Temple came into people's sight one after another.

Apart from those old monks who have locked themselves up in seclusion and refuse to come out, this is already the most powerful formation in Cihang Temple.

Even the Great Qin must give true respect to the power displayed by Cihang Temple at this moment, not to mention that this is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. No one knows what kind of terrifying background the monks are hiding.

Even if he is a person who has attained enlightenment, I think he would have to retreat temporarily and not fight against Zen Buddhism on his own.

No one would think this is a shame, and people always have awe for Cihang Temple, the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism.

The problem is that the person who came to pay homage to the mountain today is the Demon Lord.

The greatest person in Taoism in the past thousand years.

If we retreat without fighting, it will be a disgrace to the entire Taoist sect.

Thousands of eyes fell on Gu Zhuo.

The bitter boat monk said with a resolute face: "Then please go back."

Gu Zhuo gave the answer.

He walked forward, stepped over the old threshold that had existed for thousands of years, and entered Cihang Temple again.

At the same time, his voice sounded calmly.

"Like the elder said, I am no longer the person I used to be. I really can't wipe out the entire clan, but as long as you are willing to try, I should be able to kill half of them."

"Want to try?"

Gu Zhuo's expression was as calm as before, and his tone was even more casual, like a spring breeze.

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On the dry mountain.

Pei Jinge stood in front of the cliff, staring at the eastern sky with an expressionless face.

Behind her, hundreds of deacons from the Sky Patrol were busy, digging deep underground to search for any relevant clues.

Even though many of the deacons have guessed who the murderer is, things still need to continue, because the Sky Patrol must give the most detailed report in order to avoid the Emperor's wrath to the greatest extent possible.

Occasionally, someone's eyes fell on Pei Jinge's back, feeling the irritability overflowing from him, and even having the illusion of being unable to breathe.

At this moment, a flying sword came through the air.

Listening to the piercing whistling sound and watching the dazzling light and fire that was created by the high-speed friction between the sword and the air, the deacons of the Sky Patrol could not help but exclaim in surprise.

It was a sword letter with the highest priority.

According to the rules of the Sky Patrol Division, the information in this sword book will be a major event that concerns the safety of the Qin Dynasty.

For some reason, Pei Jinge didn't look at it immediately.

It was not until someone could no longer bear the urge to remind her that she opened the sword book, casually glanced at the words on the letter, and then burned it to ashes with flames.

"continue."

Pei Jinge first glanced to the east, then his gaze fell to a certain direction in the southwest. He said to his subordinates indifferently: "I am leaving. Continue here as planned."

Before she finished her words, her figure had disappeared.

By the time the Sky Patrol deacon came to his senses, a sharp winter wind was slowly blowing, bringing a chill.

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The wind blows to the island in the middle of the lake.

A shadow appeared between Chu Jun and Xie Yinglian, like a blade.

Pei Jinge already holds the most amazing knife in the world.

The waterfall-like black hair and long skirt flowed together.

Her appearance could only be described as absolutely beautiful, but the coldness in her eyes was even more extreme and cruel.

She said expressionlessly: "What exactly is Gu Zhuo going to do?"

At this point, Chu Jun came to his senses and realized that Pei Jinge had appeared.

Then, she confirmed once again that the person who took action last night was indeed the head of the Sky Patrol Department.

The bonfire had long gone out and silence lingered.

Xie Yinglian had no intention of speaking.

Chu Jun raised his head, looked into the pair of cold eyes, and decided to tell the truth.

——Master is going to Cihang Temple to pay homage to the Buddha’s remains.

Pei Jinge frowned and said, "No more?"

"besides……"

Xie Yinglian looked at her and said, "He asked us to thank you in person."

Pei Jinge was silent for a moment, then sneered.

Her eyes fell on the snow in Chu Jun's hand, and a hint of undisguised annoyance appeared in her eyes. She said in a low voice: "Don't do anything stupid again, or there won't be a next time."

The words stopped here, and Pei Jinge's figure disappeared again.

Xie Yinglian said to Chu Jun: "Master Pei is very angry."

Chu Jun thought that his master had probably really gone to pay homage to the mountain.

Xie Yinglian said: "The relationship between Master Pei and your master may be stronger than what we have seen."

Chu Jun frowned, wondering why the word "thick" was used to describe it?

"because……"

Xie Yinglian seemed to be able to see her thoughts and said seriously: "This can no longer be described as good. How can someone betray his friends like your master?"

Chu Jun was speechless.

Xie Yinglian sighed.

Chu Jun frowned and asked, "What happened again?"

Xie Yinglian looked toward the eastern sky, his eyes full of longing, and said bitterly, "How can I be happy if I can't witness such a grand event with my own eyes?"

"yes……"

Chu Jun seemed to suddenly realize something, his brows relaxed, and he said with a smile: "Next time I'll ask Master to repeat it to me in person."

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Gu Zhuo stepped over the threshold and entered Cihang Temple.

The next moment, the strong men in the temple reacted and began to respond.

The monk Kuzhou did not take action immediately.

Not only him, but also those old monks with profound realms did not move, but waited.

This has nothing to do with fear. Past combat experience tells them that when facing a powerful being like the Demon Lord, they must be never too cautious and must never choose to risk everything.

What's more, this is Cihang Temple, one of the contemporary ancestral temples of Zen Buddhism, and it's not just one person fighting against the Demon Lord.

From any perspective, this is a reasonable judgment.

So when Gu Zhuo did not make any move and walked straight forward, and the aura of heaven and earth suddenly became chaotic... no one in Cihang Temple had such a premonition.

The monks standing in the front were unable to even use their Buddhist teachings. They were directly blown away just by taking a step closer to Gu Zhuo.

The monks behind had no time to stop and were forced forward by inertia, repeating what had happened before.

Gu Zhuo did nothing.

The atmosphere of heaven and earth is as chaotic as a deep sea whirlpool or a hurricane in the wilderness.

Anything that got close to him, any practitioner that tried to slow down his steps, could not get within three feet of him. If they tried to do so, they would be sent flying backwards, hitting the walls in various postures, falling on bricks and tiles, hanging on treetops... raising clouds of dust and wailing.

The tranquility of Cihang Temple no longer existed after Gu Zhuo took just a few steps.

The sun was shining brightly, and smoke and dust were rising in the temple.

Only Gu Zhuo's surroundings remained clean as before.

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The bitter boat monk was extremely shocked.

He intuitively felt that it should be a dojo, but he didn't dare to really believe it, but this was enough to respond.

In a very short period of time, several eminent monks in the temple, including him, communicated through Zen consciousness.

Then a bell rang.

The bell sounds come from all the major halls in Cihang Temple.

The sky rippled like water, and pure white Buddha light descended from it, standing like a stone pillar in the eyes of the world.

This is undoubtedly the mountain gate formation of Cihang Temple.

When people looked at this scene, they naturally recalled the fact that in the early spring of last year, Jiaoyang, who had entered the state of Yuhua, went to Qingjing Temple in person and wanted to destroy this holy place but had to turn back.

How did Qingjing Temple manage to hold out until Taishi Palace came to its rescue?
The root cause is the mountain gate formation.

Cihang Temple is recognized by the world as better than Qingjing Temple.

By then, Zhao Qi had already passed away, but Gu Zhuo admitted that he was not the same person as before.

Bathed in white light, the monks were determined. They pulled their wounded bodies out of the dust, made Dharma seals, sat upright on the ground, and began to chant.

The sound of the sutra was like a mantra, gradually becoming solemn, gradually becoming heavy, and finally condensing into anger.

Countless petals fell from the sky, blocking out the sun's light.

The petals seem real and illusory.

When it is real, it burns violently, bringing endless heat, as if it wants to burn this filthy world.

In the moment of illusion, compassion arises, which makes people want to convert, set foot on the Buddhist kingdom, no longer stay on this shore, but go to the other shore.

Gu Zhuo is not moving forward.

At this point, he had only walked forward fifty steps, and was still more than a hundred steps away from the hall at the end of the road.

The monks of Cihang Temple chanted the Buddha's name and were about to persuade him to turn back...

Gu Zhuo turned around.

The petals in the sky were still falling. In a few breaths, they would fall on him and ignite the Buddha fire.

At his current level, the only outcome is being suppressed by this formation.

This is the time to leave.

Therefore, no one understood the meaning of Gu Zhuo's turn.

Until Pei Jinge appeared.

The clothes no longer had the original luxury and brilliance, and were covered with traces of dust. It was the dust from the thousands of miles of travel, and it was also the price she had to pay to condense it all into two quarters of an hour.

The sunlight reflected the slight paleness on her face. She didn't even look at Gu Zhuo, her eyes fell on the petals formed by the Buddha's light, her expression was extremely cold.

The formation at the gate of Cihang Temple has been fully activated. How easy is it to break into the formation?
The only way is for the monks in the temple to break the formation.

Pei Jinge looked towards the bitter monk.

Everything has been left unsaid.

Monk Kuzhou understood what she meant and had no reason to refuse this proposal - letting the Sky Patrol Officer deal with the Demon Lord was better than letting the monks in the temple die.

No matter how much damage the mountain gate formation suffers as a result, it is an acceptable price to pay.

The monk Kuzhou did not waste any time and prepared to go his own way.

But Gu Zhuo refused to accept it.

The fragments of the Yuanmie Mirror appeared in his hand.

Many monks were bewildered and surprised, not understanding what was going on.

The eminent monks understood the reason and were angry, but they were not worried.

The fragments of the Yuanmie Mirror are not the Yuanmie Mirror.

So what if it is fate that destroys the mirror?

What is the point of understanding the profound teachings of Zen Buddhism without having read the Buddhist scriptures?
This idea is still correct.

"a bunch of idiots."

Pei Jinge's voice came out from his lips, extremely cold.

As soon as the words fell, a white light shot into the sky from the fragment of the Yuanmie Mirror.

The flying flowers in the sky suddenly stopped, and the boundless Buddha fire suddenly went out and turned into wind.

The wind blows and the flowers fall, but I am not haggard.

Gu Zhuo raised the corners of his lips slightly, smiled at the expressionless Pei Jinge, and turned around.

He walked in the wind, letting the Buddha flowers fall on his shoulders without brushing them off.

There was deathly silence in Cihang Temple.

The sound of the sutra also dies down.

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Several years ago, something happened in Cha'an Temple.

Gu Zhuo, the first place winner of the summer festival at that time, traveled southeast and visited nearly all 480 temples in the south. This incident caused quite a stir in the spiritual world, but so many things happened later that most people forgot about it or didn't care much.

During that long journey, Gu Zhuo once did something that surprised everyone in the room - after the abbot of Cha'an Temple preached the Buddha's teachings, he displayed the same Zen method without any difference.

Later, when people learned of his true identity, they felt that it was just an illusion created by a high level of realm, and that he did not truly comprehend Buddhism with his heart.

Only people like Pei Jinge regard this as reality and as the state where all things are fully understood.

It has been one night since the fragments of Yuanmie Mirror fell into Gu Zhuo's hands.

How could this not be enough for him?
Why can't he use the Cihang Temple formation where Wu Daoxiu is in charge?
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Pei Jinge lowered his eyelids slightly.

The long knife appeared silently in her hand.

The monks in the temple went to stop Gu Zhuo again, and were then blown away without any chance to fight back.

The monks who live a life of luxury on a daily basis are like the green onions in the vegetable garden, which will still be scattered everywhere even if they are pulled out.

Those monks could no longer stand by and watch.

The chief of the Discipline Hall came up to Gu Zhuo holding a staff.

The chaotic aura of heaven and earth was like a whirlpool, constantly pulling at the flow of true energy in his Zen body, making the cassock unable to calm down.

The old monk said angrily, "You will regret it."

"Maybe."

Gu Zhuo said: "But people like me usually regret after we finish the work."

As he said this, he stretched out his left hand into the wind and clenched it casually.

Countless petals came at the call, shaped like streams, and gathered into his hands in an instant, forming a sword.

The picture is extremely magnificent.

People were fascinated by it.

"please."

Gu Zhuo said softly, and raised the edgeless flower sword lightly.

This is very likely a scene that will remain in the history of Cihang Temple forever.

——The flowers welcome the sword and the sun rises.

The chief of the Discipline Hall could no longer remain calm.

He rushed forward, pouring out all his true energy without reservation, and chopped at Gu Zhuo with the staff.

Faced with this almost life-threatening attack, Gu Zhuo's response was extremely simple.

Return it with the sword.

The two met head-on, neither avoiding nor giving way.

The flower sword that looked fragile and would collapse at the slightest touch did not change at all, but the tin staff was already bending and deforming, making a teeth-grinding sound of being unable to bear the weight!
As the staff deformed, the blue bricks on the ground where the old monk was standing began to crack and break, and a little heat rose from it, dissipating in an instant.

The superiority and inferiority are already clear.

No one thought that the Demon Lord would be defeated by the old monk, even though he was the chief of the Discipline Hall who had achieved the Immaculate Realm.

The wounded monks charged again, trying to take this opportunity to get close to Gu Zhuo, but they still could not get within three feet of him.

The Kuzhou monk's eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were trembling at a very high frequency, but no sound came out of them.

It was a silent recitation, the untold true scripture of Cihang Temple. It was him competing with Gu Zhuo at all costs for the control of the Cihang Temple mountain gate formation.

If you want to force the Demon Lord to leave today, this is what you must do.

The monk Kuzhou was very clear about this fact.

As his face turned rapidly pale and his dark complexion seemed covered with snow, how could the other monks just stand by and watch?

The elder of the lecture hall raised his eyelids, and his dull and dusty eyes suddenly became bright, forming an invisible bridge with Gu Zhuo's sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual power accumulated over a hundred years wasted no time and flowed along the bridge... Then, a sword light rose out of nowhere and slashed down.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the elder in the lecture hall, soaking his monk's robe.

No one had time to support him. The elder in the Sutra Library had already stepped forward, using his diamond body to resist the tearing of the aura of heaven and earth, and stepped within three feet of Gu Zhuo.

Just as the elder of the Sutra Repository threw a punch in anger, the staff in the hand of the chief of the Discipline Hall could no longer hold on and was suddenly cut off.

Gu Zhuo let go.

The flower swords exploded and rushed towards the fist that contained the rage of diamond, thus overcoming the hard with the soft.

All this seems long, but in fact it only takes seven breaths.

When Gu Zhuo took another step forward, the petals had already cut through the diamond body of the elder of the Sutra Repository, and caught up with him, stained with blood, lingering like the wind.

And he never even glanced at it from beginning to end.

He also did not persuade the monks of Cihang Temple to give up.

He just walked calmly on his way.

He allowed thousands of people to try to stop him, allowed all kinds of Buddhist teachings to be inflicted on him, and then... he never stopped for more than seven breaths.

Under the brilliant Buddha light.

In the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism.

Gu Zhuo has entered a deserted area.

(End of this chapter)