Chapter 686

After Duan Hong stepped into the master, his speed was much faster than before.

He is fast. Someone is faster than him. Qinglong takes Gu Yue by the arm and throws her behind. Duan Hong punches her straightly.

He didn't fight back. He stood there and was hit on his chest by Duan Hong's fist.

"Deng Deng Deng!" He stepped back three steps in a row, barely standing, a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth. Gu Yue's cold eyes flashed a trace of concern and anxiety for the first time, "why don't you fight back?"

Qinglong smiles at her, shakes her head and signals her not to speak. Hold down the beating heart. He didn't fight back and didn't even use his internal Qi. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for Duan Hong to hurt him.

He looked at Duan Hong with red eyes: "Duan Hong, your great master committed suicide for you. One life for another. You are free. It's not impossible for you to avenge your great father. But now you are not my opponent. When can you defeat me and step on my corpse and go to find Xiaoyue?"

Master, is it for me? Duan Hong couldn't believe it. He was sad and sad. The most important thing was that his belief disappeared at the moment when his father died.

How can one live without faith? Faith is not just a religion. It can be a person, like Qinglong, who lives for Gu Yue.

This belief urges people to achieve their goals and achieve their goals!

All of a sudden, Duan Hong had a new goal in mind. Before his death, that is, when he left kuchan temple, the great master once told him in the Zen room that he wanted to become the leader of the five sects and thirteen sects. Leading the hidden heroes, they are loyal to the country and serve the people.

His father also warned him that he should have a clear conscience in life.

The withered grass took out a letter from his wide sleeve and handed it to Duan Hong, saying: "Wujiu, no! Ah, you will be called Wukong in the future. "

Wukong's name was given to Duan Hongqi by Kuki master. Wujiu and Wushi were given by Kucao and kugen master. Kucao master's words are absolute respect for Kuki master.

"Wukong, your great father named you Wukong. I hope you are free from all worries. This is a letter from him. Have a look at it."

Duan Hong took it over and looked at the cover, which said Wukong, my disciple, was very sad.

Bear the pain and open the envelope.

"Wukong, when you see this letter, I'm afraid I've learned the truth. Since you came to kuchan temple, I've been torturing you all day. I think you're young, and you're very active. But being a teacher requires you to recite Buddhist Scriptures every day. I'm used to being frugal and mean to you.

I've gone, but I haven't left anything else. There's 50000 yuan at the head of the bed in the Zen room. This is what I've worked hard to save. You two masters don't need money. Take it. There's also a Heart Sutra. It's a manuscript of my master. I'll leave it for you as a souvenir

Seeing this, Duan Hongshi couldn't help but shed tears. Kuchan Temple doesn't accept sesame oil money. It's not easy for the great master to save 50000 yuan only by relying on his disciples to go out for alms.

"As a teacher, I often teach you that you should have a clear conscience. But as a teacher, you have a lot of debt in your life. You often take the white widow as a teacher. That's right. A few decades ago, she did have a good time with her teacher, and she was still her sister-in-law. Now I think about it, being a teacher is really a sin. Fortunately, he was enlightened by the unknown Master and devoted himself to Buddhism as a teacher.

If I die, it has nothing to do with others. It's all my fault. You can't take revenge on Gu Yue and Gu Jia's people! Remember, remember. "

After that, Duan Hong saw that his handwriting was scattered and weak. He thought that master Kuki's energy was seriously insufficient.

"Wukong, you have a black iron order in your hand. You must not give it to others. You must attend the double fifth meeting. Only if you win can you be qualified to meet that person. That's why that person entrusted your grandfather. After meeting him, you can know how powerful it will be to surpass the master. Wukong, the teacher has gone. Don't dress up. Burn the teacher, put it in a basin and bury it in the backyard of kuchan temple. Remember, remember. "

Duan Hong packed the envelope, but my father didn't allow me to take revenge on Gu family, which I couldn't do. He put the envelope in his arms and pointed to Qinglong: "Qinglong, double five conference, never die."

With that, he stooped to pick up the red HUBEN pendant on the ground, picked up the body of Kuki master and kicked out the door.

"Hello! You -- "Gu Yue yelled, looking at Duan Hong coldly.

Duan Hong turned his head slowly: "Gu Yue, my father told me not to kill you. Don't take myself too seriously. I said that I would blow up the shrine of Japan. If I wanted to, I would blow up the headquarters of your ancient family and kill you first!"

Gu Yue had never heard such insulting words, and her whole body trembled.

Kucao, kugen and juechen followed Duan Hong. Several people get into the car that Furong comes to. Duan Hong drives it in person and goes to a public phone booth. He stops the car and asks for some change from juechen. He picks up the phone and dials chimeng's mobile phone.

Chimeng is now in the office depressed, he went to Japan, but did not find Duan Hong, even no news, had to return in vain, when he saw a strange number, he did not want to hear, but saw it was Gusu. I always feel silly in my heart, so I pick it up.

"Wu re, the great master has passed away." Duan Hong was familiar with his hoarse voice. He stood up from his seat, blinked his eyes and moved his lips. "Elder martial brother, I'll go back now." Chi Meng couldn't help but quickly cut off the phone and began to cry. People in the office looked at him strangely and wondered what was going on. Chi Meng came to kuchan Temple later. He was accompanied by Duan Hong. Kucao and kugen didn't beat him for a day. The reason was that he and Duan Hong made trouble. He was responsible for the black pot. Only the master's father was kind to him. Chimeng was born with abnormal changes. Because of his health, he burned his parents. In his mind, Kuki was like a generous father. He ran out of the office, drove his Audi A6 and drove to Gusu. Kuchan temple, backyard. That evening, kuchan Temple refused to offer incense, so monks and monks came to the backyard. The north of Xiaoxi bridge falls to its knees. The wood branches form a tall stack of firewood, on which the red cassock of Kuki master is wrapped. On the left, under the leadership of Wu Ming, the eminent monk of Wu Zi generation recites Buddhist scriptures. Among them is an old monk of Jing Zi generation, the father of Yan Xiaowen. He has a heavy face. He is a monk of Jingzi generation. How can he enter the backyard to study with master Kuki? He is the first one. Although he is not young, he dare not forget his kindness. On the right, there are three monks of kuzi generation, Kucao, kugen, and dullness (juechen). Today, he also changed into a brand-new monk's clothes. In the middle, Duan Hong held up his torch. His tears had dried up. Looking at the serene master Kuki, he seemed to be asleep. He didn't look like he was dead. Hundreds of monks, big and small, knelt down in front and chanted the Sutra in unison. The sound is low and the scene is sad. Duan Hong looked at the withered wood and said: goodbye, master. You have taught your disciples for four years. Every day they make you angry and worry. Master, you often say that there is a paradise in the West. I always say that you boast about it. Now I think there is a paradise in the West. I hope you can be well. Master Duan Hong can't bear it. He really doesn't want to leave the torch on the wood“ Wait a minute Chi Meng yelled, and his whole body burned up a fire. He didn't control his ability well. Whenever he was too excited, he always caused a fire“ Master! " Red fierce panting kneel down, he is already a fireman, dare not close, the tears, like a little magma. The withered grass said to Duan Hong, "Wukong, it's time." Duan Hong nodded and threw the torch into the wood branch. The fire started slowly and mixed with the green smoke. He could not see the face of Kuki master clearly. At this moment, Duan Hong suddenly thought of those online novels. If only he had really crossed the world, if only he had really had a different world. Master father may go to any country to be a king, or any continent to be a warrior, and be at ease. However, all this is fictional, only the fire in front of us is real. Duan Hong knelt down in front of the fire, watching the fire grow from small to large, from large to small, and his heart became quiet. Life in the world, who does not die, master father's fate, this is also predestined. What about me? Duan Hong wondered whether I would die like the great master. It must be. The ending is the same. The process is the most important. The fire is getting smaller and smaller. The wooden building nearly two meters high has become a pile of ruins. There is no sign of the dead wood master any more. Monks and nuns dare not get up without the master's command. Duan Hong's eyes were sharp. Suddenly he saw something crystal clear in the ruins. He was shocked. He went to the ruins and reached for it. There were no less than a hundred round stone beads like pearls and agates, and two huge lotus shaped stones lying in the middle. He was sad and happy. He had been in kuchan temple for four years. He knew something about Buddhism. How could he not know what it was? How precious this thing is! He grabbed a handful of stone beads and raised the lotus with the other hand. When the monks saw it, they all bowed down and chanted the name of Buddha: "Amitabha!" The three eminent monks of the kuzi generation knelt down. Master Kuki, although he went wrong in his early years, he corrected in time and became a monk! Although it was not a death, after cremation, we got 380 bone relics and two lotus relics. Only the people in kuchan Temple know about this. After all, Kumu did not seek fame and wealth in his whole life, but he wanted to be worthy of his heart. His relic was also stored in the backyard Zen room of kuchan temple. There were three master level masters guarding him. Most people did not dare to steal it.