Chapter 1304

Master Wu Chen and Master Wu Hui were in a hurry and roared, "Wu Kong, are you going to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"

Although the old monk sweeping the floor was in his twilight years, he was the martial uncle of the three.

At the beginning, because of his unforgivable mistakes, he was abandoned and imprisoned in the Sutra Pavilion for more than 30 years.

All these people's work is to sort out these scriptures, and they never leave the Sutra Pavilion.

He also kept the Sutra Pavilion in good order.

Everyone said that he had sincerely repented. Even the old abbot had allowed him to come back, but he would never leave the Sutra Pavilion again.

He said that the Sutra Pavilion is the place where he will die and cultivate his mind.

He is a useless person. There is no better place than the Sutra Pavilion.

Perhaps because of this, many disciples did not respect him.

Although temples are pure places, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, struggles and intrigues.

Temples are no exception. Some disciples with good qualifications often have the opportunity to come to the Sutra Pavilion.

in their arrogant eyes, they don't respect the elder who has been abandoned.

Many people even give him white eyes and yell at him.

After all, he is a man who has made mistakes and wasted his martial arts.

Only those without anger and wisdom can respect him and respect him as an elder.

Maybe this is a person's true accomplishment.

Master Wukong is usually high sounding and dignified, and now he shows his true colors.

Sneer way, "what deceive teacher to destroy ancestor, he this useless person, also deserve to be my teacher ancestor?"

"Who doesn't know that he is the most useless person in the temple. Only you fools can regard him as a martial uncle."

"He is a waste of martial arts!"

The monk who sweeps the floor doesn't answer. He just lowers his head and looks like he's going to kill.

Master Wukong and others are very anxious.

"Emptiness is a waste of decades of practice. You are a teacher one day and a father all your life."

"Although martial uncle made a mistake in those years and his skill was wasted, he will always be our martial uncle. How can you do this to him?"

Master Wukong sneered, "since you take this useless man as your martial uncle, then give me back."

Hui is too stubborn to see! Let go, martial uncle. What's the matter with me! "

If it had not been for the mousetrap, he would have jumped on it.

But the monk sweeping the floor was in his hands. He didn't want to miss his uncle's life because of his own impulse.

Tang shisanniang was very angry and said, "this stinking guy is completely inhuman. I'd better poison him with a piece of medicine!"

Qin Mu said, "no! We can't let this old man get hurt. "

"Master Wukong, as long as you are willing to let the old man go, we can consider letting you go."

"Ah?"

Tang Shanniang and others were all surprised. Qin Mu agreed to let master Wukong go?

He is the mastermind who framed Qin Mu.

Tang shisanning said, "are you crazy? Wukong, this bastard, is upset and kind-hearted. He planted you in a state of injustice, and you promised to let him go? "

"Don't you forget that he is the running dog of the world."

Qin Mu said haughtily, "just a defeated general, why should I pay attention to him? As long as the old man is OK, I can kill him again next time. "

Master Wuhen and others looked at Qin Mu and said gratefully, "benefactor Qin, you are a living Bodhisattva. I am very grateful."

Qin Mu waved his hand and glared at Wukong master and said, "you go. I'll keep my word."

The sweeping monk instinctively looked up at Qin Mu with a complicated look in his old eyes.

Master Wukong took a look at the injured blood sword and said coldly, "hum, don't play with me. I won't be fooled by you."

He stared coldly at the monk sweeping the floor. "Useless old thing, I didn't expect you to have such a big use. I'm sorry to trouble you to give us a ride!"

"Blood Sword, let's go!"

Behind the temple is the Siguo cliff. If you want to think about the Siguo cliff, there is only one iron rope to pass through.

The distance between the two sides is more than 100 meters?

It is impossible for an ordinary master to fly over the distance of several hundred meters. Master Wukong takes the sweeping monk to the edge of the cliff. The old sweeping monk looks at the three words of Siguo cliff, and his expression becomes a little more unforgettable.

Master Wukong gave him a push and said, "what are you looking at? Useless old thing, haven't you stayed enough? "

"If they dare to come, I'll push you down!"

Seeing his rudeness, master wuhui yelled angrily, "Wukong, today I will kill you even if I break this commandment!"

He was about to rush past and was stopped by master Wuhen.

With master wuhui's strength, he may not be an empty opponent. Let alone the hostages.Qin Mu has been paying attention to master Wukong's movements.

Although his strength is not weak, but the other side has hostages, and he is old, he does not want to cause tragedy.

When master Wukong came to the edge of the cliff, the blood sword was about to step on the iron rope.

The sweeping monk called out, "Amitabha! There's no space, there's no limit to suffering, and looking back is the end. "

"If you think about the past and the past, you must think about your past, change your mind and be a new man."

"As the abbot of Chiba temple, you don't want to repent. Instead, you've become more and more serious. You're really ashamed of my Buddha!"

They were stunned, but they didn't expect that the sweeping monk was so calm. Under such circumstances, he was still persuading master Wukong to turn back.

Master Wukong roared angrily, "you are a useless person, and you are guilty. What qualifications do you have to teach me?"

"There is no limit to the sea of suffering, so what? I will never look back

Master Wukong is also stubborn. If Qin Mu and others didn't take the opportunity to attack him, he would have killed the monk's useless martial uncle.

But the monk who swept the floor was not afraid at all. He just murmured, "Amitabha!"

Then I read the Heart Sutra.

When observing the Bodhisattva in itself and practicing Prajna paramita, we can see that all the five implications are empty and all the sufferings are gone. Sariki, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, the same is true of thinking, doing and knowing. Sariki is the empty phase of all dharmas, which is neither born nor perished, neither dirty nor clean, neither increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thought, no action, no eye, ear, nose, tongue, no body, no color, no sound, no smell, no touch, no vision, no consciousness, no brightness, no brightness, no death, no death. No pain, no wisdom, no gain, so

I don't know why, the old monk was reading the Heart Sutra. Master Wukong was more and more annoyed when he heard it. Finally, he roared like thunder, "shut up! shut up! If you don't shut up, I'll kill you! "

Peng -

Master Wukong screamed hysterically and slapped the old monk sweeping the floor.

"Don't --"

master Wuhen and others were shocked and rushed forward.

Qin Mu also secretly called out that he was not good, and he rushed to the edge of the cliff to save people.

How did you know that master Wukong stopped in the air, ten centimeters away from the old monk sweeping the floor.

An invisible force imprisoned him. Master Wukong's face changed greatly and he was in a state of panic. "You --"

"you --"

the old monk, sweeping the floor, closed his eyes slightly and continued to recite the Heart Sutra, "sariki, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is empty, emptiness is color, desire is knowledge..."

The blood sword that just jumped on the iron rope heard the scream, suddenly turned around and hit again with the sword in his hand. With a flash of cold light in the void, he chopped at the old monk sweeping the floor.

The old monk raised his hand and made a splash -

the blood sword fell directly from the air, leaving Shengsheng on the edge of the cliff.

Dang -

when the sword fell to the ground, his eyes were filled with surprise.

Wukong master's legs could not bear the huge invisible force, and slowly bent infinitely close to the ground.

Plop -

there was only a loud noise and dust. Master Wukong had knelt down in front of Siguo cliff.

A big hand came down from the sky and patted on the top of master Wukong's head. Master Wukong's cultivation was instantly abandoned.