Mu Heng said with a sense of oppression: "Sir Buddha?"

The cleat asked coldly, "Do you know I am a Buddhist son?"

Mu Heng was stunned.

"How long is it before the Ullambane Festival? What have you done?"

The young man who has always been gentle, Zhao Xian looked angry for the first time and said in a deep voice: "The monks from thousands of temples in the east are going to enter Lingshan. Do you think I don't know? Look at what you did, learn from the Great Wall of the Great Sui Dynasty and divide the pilgrims into three or six. There are now a long queue of thousands of people outside. Those are my Buddhist believers. The city is filled with drums and drums, and the city is damaged by wind and sand. Could it be that I really think that stepping into Lingshan is the best. Those who are outside Lingshan are not Buddhist disciples?"

"What are the actions of the two sects!"

The skylark suppressed his voice and anger, "This is just one of them... Let me tell you where the disciples of the two sects use it, and they are all used to guard the ancient cave! Please tell me, is it necessary to guard so many people in this ancient cave?"

"I wasted so much energy on this matter, and it sounds nice to protect me... Have the two sect masters forgotten what Mr. Song Que said? Even though the Buddhist son has a high status, he must not be too popular! After I twisted the fire, I successfully took off the 'Great Vow Zen Staff'. Could it be that someone in Lingshan dared to assassinate me?"

Mu Heng and Jin Yi were both silent.

Mu Heng sighed.

Jin Yi hesitated for a long time and asked with difficulty: "Master Buddha, what do you mean?"

"The ascetics and believers outside are all put in." The Lark stared at the two sect masters and said slowly: "How can those who convert to my Buddha suffer such undestined suffering? They have been waiting for the Ullambana festival for a long time."

"In addition... most of the guards in the ancient cave can be withdrawn, just guard the entrance of the ancient cave." After saying this, Yunqiu's whole aura slowly declined, and he said tiredly: "I'm a little tired, don't worry about my safety. I won't go anywhere in the past few days. Stay here... Okay, if nothing happens, you two can leave."

Jin Yi and Mu Heng looked at each other, speechless.

After saying that, the skylark put down his Zen stick, sat cross-legged in front of the stone wall of the "Stone Buddha Quiet Room", staring at the wall covered with green vines.

“By the way.”

He remembered something and spoke again.

"You two also saw the scene in the Guangming Palace today. Uncle Shao Yun sat down on his deathbed, leaving behind the news that the master's master misunderstood the prophecy."

The boy's expression was a bit complicated.

He turned his back to the two sect masters, "Shao Yun said that Master will not walk out of the quiet room again. This news is just a guess after all, and it cannot be spread."

"……yes."

The two sect masters retreated.

At the end of the huge grotto is only a young man wearing a simple cassock.

The Zen stick was gently placed by him on his knees.

The lark stretched out a hand.

"Xu…Yun…Master…Ancestor.”

Word by word.

His palm was slowly advancing. As his fingers pressed, the sound in the boy's throat was stained with blood and pain.

He tried to establish contact with the quiet room... to confirm Shao Yun's conjecture.

Is it a mistake?

The faint blood was blown away by the wind.

The world is still dead silent.
Chapter completed!