Chapter 27: A Leisurely Transformation of Vedic Ancestral Figures 7

Why?

Wuhua stood there, forgetting what to do for a moment.

His senior brother clearly knew everything about him, and knew that he wanted to kill him. Could it be that his senior brother really didn't see that he was not defeated by the killer on the other side?

Why did he save him? What was his senior brother thinking?

Wuhua always thought that he had understood Wuye thoroughly, but now he found that he didn't seem to understand this person at all.

Chu Liuxiang was anxious and wanted to fly over immediately to see Wuye's situation, but these killers were very skilled in swordsmanship, and it would be difficult for him to escape easily.

Although Hu Tiehua and Ji Bingyan didn't know what happened, they saw the shining Buddha statue. Wuhua was stabbed in the chest by the killer, but he was not hurt at all. Wuye fell behind him. Although this obvious thing was incredible, they immediately figured it out.

There were gradually chaotic footsteps around, as if a large number of people were rushing over.

The killers saw that Wuye's chest was slowly bleeding after he fell, staining his front and back red. They winked at each other and left as quickly as they came.

At this time, Nangong Ling and the Beggar Gang had just arrived. They saw a monk lying on the ground. Wuhua was standing not far away, looking a little shabby but not injured. He was delighted at first, then showed an anxious and concerned look, and asked hurriedly: "What happened! I heard the Beggar Gang disciples report that there was a golden light here, and I thought you were here, so I immediately brought people to check it out."

Chu Liuxiang's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "We were attacked by a group of killers... They have already run away."

Nangong Ling frowned, He immediately ordered his disciples: "Quickly seal off all the main roads in the branch and stop those people!"

Chu Liuxiang stopped him: "Their swordsmanship is superb, and the disciples of the Beggar Gang may not be able to stop them. It

would be a waste of life if they went. The injury of Zen Master Wuye is the most important right now..." As he spoke, he flew to Wuye's side and reached out to support him, but was startled when he touched him. He quickly pressed the wound on Wuye, but no matter the injury that could not deceive himself at all, or the bone-chilling temperature, all proved that this person was dead.

Chu Liuxiang was very sad. He had only known Wuye for a few days, but he felt that he was a person with whom he could make close friends. Moreover, he was the youngest Zen master in Southern Shaolin, and he was highly regarded by the Buddhist community. In the eyes of many people, he was a real Buddha who had descended to the earth... He had so many wonderful things, so many secrets and wisdom, but now, before Chu Liuxiang could figure out these mysteries, he died.

If he hadn't brought Wuye out of Shaolin, would this have happened?

Thinking of what Wuye had said to him in front of the tea table when he visited Shaolin at night, Chu Liuxiang looked at Wuhua.

Wuhua was still standing there motionless, and Chu Liuxiang was a little surprised by the complexity of his expression, but he also felt that it seemed reasonable.

Hu Tiehua couldn't hold back any longer and jumped over in two or three steps. He had a few wounds on his body, but it was not serious. He admired the fact that Wuye monk was able to restrain eight masters by himself, but at the moment, the atmosphere of these people was too strange, and he could only see for himself what they were like.

This touch made Hu Tiehua's heart turn cold, his face suddenly froze, and he murmured: "It's over, it's over..."

Ji Bingyan also asked anxiously: "What's wrong?"

Hu Tiehua looked at him blankly and blurted out: "It's cold, cold..."

Wuhua seemed to have just come back to his senses. He looked at Chu Liuxiang and said seriously: "My senior brother..."

Chu Liuxiang's mind was in a mess, not much better than Wuhua. The big Buddha statue just now must have been made by Wuye. No one present could perform such a miracle except him. Did he make a mistake? What kind of relationship was there between Wuye and Wuhua? If the previous design was really made by Wuhua, why did Wuye risk his life to save Wuhua?

Is this the compassion that Buddha talked about? Would you rather feed a tiger and an eagle, sacrifice your life, in exchange for the other party to turn back?

He seemed to have a lot to ask Wuhua, but when he saw Wuhua, he couldn't ask any of them. He swallowed a few words up and down in his throat several times, and finally said:

"...My condolences."

Wuhua opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

He was shocked. Even his mother would not die for him like this. If Wuye had only considered himself an ordinary fellow apprentice from the beginning, then Wuhua might not have taken his behavior today too seriously, and would have just regarded him as a stupid chess piece. However, Wuye obviously knew everything.

He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure it

out no matter how hard he tried.

Didn't Wuye know that after his death, Shaolin would fall into his hands?

His senior brother was a smart man, there was no way he didn't know.

Wuhua slowly walked up to Wuye and Chu Liuxiang, frowning and saying nothing.

It would be great if this man wasn't the next head of Shaolin.

It should have been a good thing to have such a senior brother.

Unfortunately...

Nangong Ling felt inexplicably unhappy when she saw Wuhua like this. This bald donkey was his brother's number one competitor, why did his brother look unhappy after he died? He took a step forward and said to Wuhua, "The dead cannot be resurrected. The Beggars' Gang will definitely do its best to help Shaolin to avenge Master Wuye."

Wuhua glanced at him indifferently and couldn't help thinking that this younger brother seemed to always obey him and worship him as a god, but if one day, he asked Nangong Ling to die for him, would Nangong Ling agree?

Chu Liuxiang finally couldn't help it and said to Wuhua, "What kind of misunderstanding do you and him have that can't be resolved?"

"Misunderstanding?" Wuhua frowned.

Chu Liuxiang said sadly: "He told me before that he had made a great wish to save the world from suffering, but he was just an idle person. Buddha can save all living beings, but he was exhausted after saving only one person."

"..." Wuhua was uneasy and said with a complicated expression: "He said that?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "Did you really lead me here to steal the firewood on purpose? Then was it also part of your plan for me to take him out of Shaolin? He protected you like this, but you wanted him to die?"

Nangong Ling came at a coincidence, not too early or too late. Wuhua came to the Beggar Gang before them, and there was enough time to make arrangements. Although Chu Liuxiang was very reluctant to doubt Wuhua, he could not deny these facts that were too coincidental.

Perhaps the atmosphere among them was too heavy. Hu Tiehua looked between them and felt that he could hear every word they said clearly, but unfortunately he could not understand them all when they were spoken together. He could only remain silent with Ji Bingyan and silently mourn for the dead Zen master.

"I..." Wuhua stopped talking immediately. He remained calm, knowing that he must not reveal anything wrong at this moment. Chu Liuxiang was very smart. If he revealed his true colors, he would be investigated. He had been lurking in Shaolin for so many years, and he couldn't let all these years of hard work go to waste just because he was unemployed.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "Amitabha... Wuhua was wrong."

He said this to Chu Liuxiang, and he didn't mean it sincerely. But after saying this, Wuhua felt a sense of inexplicable relief.

[Your friendship with Chu Liuxiang has reached the level of a close friend.]

[Your friendship with Wuhua has reached the level of a close friend.]

However, as he finished speaking, another surprising change occurred.

Countless golden Sanskrit characters suddenly appeared around Wuye, who was already dead. One by one, they dissipated into golden smoke and dust, swirling around him. This light was bright but not dazzling, like the rising sun, tightly wrapping Wuye, and then rising into the sky, forming a dazzling beam of light.

In an instant, the blue sky was shining with golden light, and the Buddha's light was shining everywhere.

Hell is not empty, which proves reincarnation.

A figure stood up in the thousands of feet of light. With a smile on his face, he came out of the light, his flesh and bones turned into a Buddha on the spot.

Chu Liuxiang looked at his empty hands in shock, and then looked at Wuye who was safe and sound in the Buddha's light. He felt that what he saw today had far exceeded his understanding of this world.

Xiao Hao had just used the Samsara Technique, and his health bar was still in the most dangerous state. He immediately healed himself with Wuxiang and opened the second karma. The familiar golden swastika flew around him, and the Sanskrit words that seemed to be burning rose in the light. In the eyes of others, it was clearly the spiritual light blessed by the true Buddha.

He walked out of the light and said to Wuhua:

"Junior brother, how are you?"

Everyone was silent.

After an unknown amount of time, someone from the Beggar Gang suddenly shouted, "He has attained Buddhahood! I actually saw Master Wuye attain Buddhahood with my own eyes!"

Then someone else shouted, "Holy light from heaven! May Buddha bless you!"

"The living Buddha is alive! This is the living Buddha!"

​​"I can actually see such a sight in my lifetime!"

Nangong Ling immediately wanted to frown and stop them, but he found that after these shouts, the noise got out of control. The Beggar Gang disciples he brought with him all praised the man who had just come back to life. The shouts from the crowd were getting louder and louder, and they all knelt on the ground and bowed down to Wuye without any prior agreement.

Chu Liuxiang was the closest and knew best that the sword had pierced his heart, and there was absolutely no way anyone would be left alive. The same was true for Wuhua.

Are there really gods and Buddhas in this world?

Is it true that someone in this world can become a Buddha?

Is it true that someone can be resurrected from the dead? ?

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought that all this was nonsense.

Wuhua's expression changed several times, and finally he put away his shock and smiled flawlessly: "Brother... you are very good." "

Let's go back and forth." Xiao Hao, who was given the good guy card, remained calm, and with the light effect of the two karmas on his body, he looked kind and gentle, "Brother, your repentance, the Buddha has heard it."

"..." Wuhua's face froze slightly. Is the Buddha so magnanimous? Can a word he didn't even know was true or false be forgiven?

He recalled the story of the mushroom growing from the Buddha beads that Wuye had told him when Master Tianhu had just established the inheritance. His heart was actually shaken.

If someone else had said this, he would definitely not believe it, but this was said by Wuye who had just come back from the dead.

Wuhua felt that his mood at this moment was even more chaotic than when Wuye died just now.

"Old bug... pinch me, let me see if I am dreaming..." Hu Tiehua's mouth could fit an egg, and he didn't even turn his head to pat Chu Liuxiang's shoulder, but patted Ji Bingyan, who shook it off.

"This kind of wonder is unheard of." Ji Bingyan couldn't help but sigh.

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose and smiled sincerely: "It is very likely that we... witnessed something incredible..."

The author has something to say: Leader Dajiji: Big monk, don't pretend to be dead, reincarnate again, and if you don't, your salary will be deducted! Control the hatred and turn on the ultimate, haha, let's go, let's pretend to be cool! 【Suddenly laughed to death.jpg】I

haven’t played as a monk for a long time, so I wanted to get familiar with the skill effects. After I got online, I cut off my own meridians + fell to death + reincarnated in the guild territory. Then, I suddenly found that a stranger in the guild had sent me a message:...

Emmmmmmmm...

Looking at the screen full of [Big Jiji] being killed by [Unknown Target] in the guild territory, I felt a little complicated...

How can I explain that I really didn’t know how to use Qinggong, but fell to death on purpose...

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