Chapter 2177: No Passage

“Why did Ku Jue die in the world?”

“How did Ku Jue get here?”

At this moment, Jiang Wang couldn't ask Ku Jue why he died. He could only ask why Ku Jue wasn't respected.

Ku Jue played in the world without respect, without any demeanor of a high person. Ku Jue was always rolling in the dust.

Ku Jue was always cheap and formless.

But these shouldn’t be reasons for him to be treated with disdain.

He was a genuinely free and unfettered true person of this era! He was a high monk of the same generation as the current abbot of Xuankong Temple. Among those who cultivated with him in the past, on Buddhist law, on cultivation, how many could compare with him?

However, in Xuankong Temple, he was almost “non-existent.” Even the believers at the foot of the mountain didn't know there was a Ku Jue in the world.

This world has true persons who view all beings as ants, true persons who reverse black and white and confuse right and wrong, yet it cannot tolerate a true person who plays in the human world?

Previously, Jiang Wang always felt that no matter how he was treated, it was Ku Jue's own business. Ku Jue had his own way of getting along with the world, and Ku Jue might not be bullied by others. But now he could no longer jump up and scold people.

What could Jiang Wang do?

In the many times his repeated letters received no response, he came to Xuankong Temple many times, announced his name and sought an audience. Every time, he received news that Ku Jue was traveling.

In the times he worried about Ku Jue's safety, he was gentle and polite, bowing respectfully at the gate: "Please inform me of Senior Ku Jue's whereabouts."

The first time he became a member of the Tai Xu Pavilion, he had just arrived at Xuankong Temple. As a pavilion member paying respects to the mountain, he received a letter from Ku Jue.

Now he hoped that this world would give Ku Jue the respect he deserved. For this, he could challenge everyone.

He didn't want to be an enemy of Xuankong Temple.

He only, as a disciple, a junior, an existence like a disciple or son, for his own who never shouted out "master," wanted to fight for a breath, fight for a name.

Because Ku Jue could no longer fight for himself.

This body did not enter the empty door, but Sanbao Mountain is the home within the empty door.

Violent Ku Bing true person did not immediately fight, nor did other true persons appear again. The surrounding monks, of course, did not go to call people.

People looked at the sky-famous Jiang Wang pressing his sword in this Buddhist holy land, seeing not anger or arrogance, but a sadness that could not be hidden.

This person was too sad.

Cold-faced Ku Di true person did not suddenly get angry. He stood there in silence. Within his serious, knife-carved expression, was a kind of indescribable silence.

Perhaps he also had many words he wanted to say! But he didn't say anything.

And then from inside the mountain gate, a sorrowful sigh faintly sounded: "Since you've come for Ku Jue, why are there any checkpoints to pass? Donor Jiang, please enter the mountain gate."

Ku Di thus moved to the side.

Jiang Wang tried to make himself look bright, but could only maintain a expressionless face.

He straightened his spine, stood upright, raised his head and pressed his sword, striding forward. He represented Sanbao Mountain, walking with the might of a dragon and a tiger in this Buddhist holy land. Wealth not returning home, success not showing the saint. For the old monk, how regrettable.

Jing Shen of Sanbao Mountain. Today, dressed in brocade!

In the complex gazes of the monks, he closely followed behind Guanshi Yuan, stepping into the mountain gate of this Buddhist holy land, opened to the present world, and walked into the Xuankong Zen Realm.

That majestic Xuankong giant temple, the faintly towering pagoda forest with its precious light, the Sanskrit chants spanning ten thousand ages, all could not attract Jiang Wang's attention.

He walked forward in silence.

Ku Di also silently led the way in front. Silence was the echo of the ancient temple.

However long the road, it has an end. No matter how long he walked, he couldn't fix his heartstrings. But he inexplicably hoped the road would be longer.

He would rather walk forever and never reach the end.

Jiang Qingyang charged first, Jiang Wuan was brave enough to lead three armies, Jiang Ge Lao shouldered the responsibility of the world, but Jiang Wang couldn't bravely face the outcome.

But he finally came.

To the outside of the Xuankong Temple abbot's quiet room. The room door was also soundlessly pushed open by Ku Di.

Jiang Wang walked forward.

Master Ku Ming sat behind a long case.

On the case, there was only one incense burner, with three sticks of sandalwood.

Green smoke curled up, vaguely outlining the wrinkles on Abbot Ku Ming's face.

This fat monk, always full of sorrow on his face, had no sorrow at this moment. Today he could not be sad for the common people.

He just calmly sat there, as if he had been sitting for many years.

"I knew this day would come, but it's a little earlier than I imagined," he said.

Jiang Wang walked up to him, knelt and sat down on the cushion in front of the long case, facing the Xuankong Temple abbot. His waist was still straight: "Then please inform me, Abbot, how all this happened."

Ku Ming said: "Where should I start?"

He shook his head: "I cannot stand outside and say some objective words. I, this monk who has escaped into the empty door, cannot describe it without emotion—"

He lifted a fat finger, pointing remotely at Jiang Wang's brow: "All this, then please go into his fate yourself and take a look."

Jiang Wang knelt and sat in front of the incense burner, slowly closing his eyes.

"You mother's straw-soled rotten egg! Three-inch nail jumping on Buddha grandfather's knee! Kuang Ming, you son of a bitch, you're still a demon commander. Why don't you fight against Zong Dezhen! At first, he had three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines. How many people exhausted their families to follow him, to strive for a merit of following the dragon. A group of people fought for their lives and with great difficulty built the foundation. He turned his head and ran up Yujing Mountain himself—monks all know that to mold a golden body is not to forget the believers. He went up the mountain and forgot his roots, first class without conscience, worthy of being the world's first evil monarch!"

Inside the Zen room, the yellow-faced old monk lay half on the ground, one foot on the other, one hand digging at the sole of his foot, the other hand occasionally hitting the ground to add excitement and power.

His mouth cursed loudly, not stopping for several hours. Every time he cursed to the point, he would heavily smash the ground once, making a "bang" sound echo.

Bang! "Zong Dezhen!"

"You old bastard who drills in yellow mud, you drill into your grandfather's crotch! So fond of eating this, why don't you go to the toilet! Not dying after several thousand years, bullying me, a young one. And your mother's Purple Void Fix Spirit Talisman, do you have any shame? Lived for so many years in vain, not even a little progress! If Buddha grandfather were your age, he would have transcended long ago! Whether you're the national system or Yujing Mountain, you can't get anywhere. Don't you know shame!"

"Stop scolding!" Outside the Zen room, Ku Bing's voice rang out. Although it was advice, it was loud like thunder, more like arguing with him: "If you scold too much, the Xuankong Zen Realm can't block it either! Purple Void True Monarch will hear!"

"I just want him to hear!" The yellow-faced old monk in the Zen room said angrily: "If this son of a bitch doesn't hear, won't Buddha grandfather have cursed in vain?"

Ku Bing said: "You are not giving the mountain gate—"

"Shut up, you sick ghost!!" The yellow-faced old monk cursed without distinction: "Buddha grandfather hasn't even scolded you yet, you think you're so good! Your senior brother was fixed and thrown back by despicable means, are you blind and don't see? Why don't you take a knife and chop him, aren't you a Dragon Subduer? What earthworm are you subduing? Are you a big rooster?! Not fighting desperately with others, running here to advise me, do you think Buddha grandfather has a good temper? What are you!!"

Although Ku Bing's throat was big, he couldn't out-scold him, and he sullenly shut up, turning around to leave.

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Chapter 103 This road is not open (2/2)

But the yellow-faced old monk inside the Zen room didn't stop: "Release Buddha grandfather! Buddha grandfather will count to three, don't force Buddha grandfather to scold cruelly!"

"One! Two—Ku Ming, you dead fatty! You fat-headed and big-eared dead fat pig! Old man knows you're listening, don't play dead! Listening to the wall all day, not speaking when things happen, do you deserve to be this abbot? Do you deserve it? Ku Xing didn't die, it's your turn? Dead fatty! Come out! If you don't come out again, I'll scold your master!"

Ku Ming's sorrowful voice faintly rang out: "Isn't my master also your master?"

The yellow-faced old monk pointed at the sky and cursed the ground: "Good! You bully your master and destroy your ancestors! You don't even care if I scold our master!" Ku Ming didn't speak.

"World Honored One!" The yellow-faced old monk said loudly again: "World Honored One is also not what—"

"Shut up!" Ku Ming's fat figure immediately crashed into the Zen room: "Do you know what you're saying? Are you crazy!"

Pale and thin Ku Bing, and very serious Ku Di, also stepped into the Zen room, looking at him sternly. These senior brothers of their generation, still alive, were considered gathered.

No one would have thought that the yellow-faced old monk would actually dare to slander the Buddha! This simply touched the bottom line of Buddhist cultivators!

"Hehehe." The yellow-faced old monk climbed up from the ground, his face full of indifference, and said carefree: "Buddha grandfather was crazy long ago, not just today. Did you just find out today?!!"

"I know your mood. But things have already come to this point. We have all experienced so much and know that worldly affairs are not always as people wish. Even cultivating into a Buddha, many things cannot be changed!" Ku Ming sighed deeply, and on his sorrowful face, there was some hidden fatigue: "The mountain gate has been inherited until now, you and I cannot be willful. Don't mess around anymore. This talisman from Purple Void True Monarch is already a warning—stop here!"

"Then let's just stop here." The yellow-faced old monk lifted a finger, pointing at them one by one: "Ku Ming, Ku Bing, Ku Di. Listen well!"

With a rare seriousness, he calmly said: "From today on, I formally leave Xuankong Temple. Our senior brotherhood is over."

"What do you take Xuankong Temple for?" Ku Di said angrily: "You come when you want, go when you want, leave when you say leave, return when you say return?"

"Don't raise your voice at me!" The yellow-faced old monk suddenly pointed at his nose: "No respect! Senior brothers are speaking, it's not your turn to open your mouth!"

Ku Di was instantly furious.

Ku Ming lightly sighed: "Are you serious?"

"You all used his benefits, yet you didn't lift a finger to help him. You talk about Buddha fate and believers, but when things happen, you just shrink your heads! What holy land! When did I care about staying here?" Ku Jue pointed at himself: "I! Ku Jue! Today I leave Xuankong Temple,

Never to return! Heaven and earth bear witness to this word, all Buddhas are my proof!"

"Get out!" He strode past the several monks, still deliberately bumping into Ku Di, and walked out of the Zen room alone.

A true person of the contemporary era truly leaving Xuankong Temple. Xuankong Temple indeed had no reason to stop him. Ku Ming and Ku Di no longer spoke.

Only Ku Bing chased a few steps, chased out of the Xuankong Zen Realm, chased up into the cloud sky: "Even if you don't think for yourself, you should think a little for Jing Li!"

The yellow-faced old monk said: "Jing Li has already grown up. The future of Xuankong Temple all belongs to him. He is a fortunate one. I am now going to save the unfortunate one."

Ku Bing was speechless.

"Take it! Buddha grandfather is leaving, leaving some ink treasures for his disciple, no peeking allowed." The yellow-faced old monk suddenly flung a stack of letters, smashing them into his embrace: "Wait until my Jing Li becomes abbot, first tell him to remove your Dragon Subduing Yuan head, you have no discernment!"

Then he just cursed and cursed like this. Stepped into the void and left. Whoosh, whoosh.

Light wind over the long river.

Six figures suddenly appeared, suspended above the long river.

Standing in front was an old man with crane hair and a childlike face, tall and imposing. He frowned: "Forever Town Mountain River Seal suppresses this side, even breathing is hard to capture."

"This word is not proper." The strangely-faced ancient Chen Pi Daoist started to refute again: "This 'hard', compared to what? What standard? You cannot say 'hard' without reason, and saying 'hard' doesn't show anything."

No one paid attention to him.

The female crown in plain Dao robes, Fu Ling, reached out and grabbed a handful in the air: "The breath is not easy to capture, but I've caught Zhuang Gao Xian's—he should

plan to turn over at the border of Zhuang. Why don't we just go directly to the Zhuang country?"

Among the Six Friends of Jing Tian, the youngest and most beautiful, and the most serious in expression, Gan Cao, shook her head: "For us, and for Zhuang Gao Xian, this is all too sudden. It should have happened several years later, but for Jiang Wang, this is just the time he chose. For this, he must have also made many preparations. Now that he has forced Zhuang Gao Xian to this point, will he allow Zhuang Gao Xian to escape back to the Zhuang country?"

Bai Shu stepped on a pair of wooden clogs, his feet treading on the river waves, elegant: "No need to hurry. From here to the Zhuang country, it's just this short road. Slowly follow is fine. Are you all eager to save Zhuang Gao Xian?"

"Always want to see the situation a bit, to make the situation more in line with our mood. Eh, wait—" The middle-aged-looking Ban Xia suddenly stopped, shaking his head somewhat humorously: "It seems we still can't immediately follow up!"

Just as his words fell, boom!

Like a falling meteor, a meteorite falling from the sky, a figure broke through the sky, directly smashing onto the surface of the long river! Splash!

Within the high splash of water flowers, a yellow-faced old monk in old monk clothes slowly stood up.

Straw shoes stepped on the water surface, monk clothes yellow and dusty. The person in the water was a lonely reflection, behind him was empty. His expression, however, was very proud.

"Sorry to all of you—"

He looked at the six true persons facing him across the river, grinning, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "My disciple is handling a big matter in front and doesn't want to be disturbed."

The crane-haired, childlike-faced old Daoist Cang Shen, the one with the worst temper, saw this old monk blocking the way and only asked: "You coming here, does it represent Xuankong Temple?"

Last time in the Wunao Mountain Range, it was just him and Ku Jue together, so he was relatively more familiar with Ku Jue than the other true persons.

Ku Jue patted his palm, proud: "Xuankong Temple counts for nothing! I've already kicked them away, no more relations from now on. Standing here today is the 'most supreme Buddha in the Great Thousand World, the first revered in ancient times.' Your Buddha grandfather, Ku Jue! Buddha grandfather only represents himself! Isn't Buddha grandfather enough?"

He chattered: "If you all are sensible, retreat obediently now. Buddha grandfather recognizes you, but Buddha grandfather's fist may not—don't say I didn't warn you!"

The Six Friends of Jing Tian looked at each other.

Bai Shu, also standing on the river surface, smiled: "Since you only represent yourself, that's fine then." Boom!!!

Seven figures above the long river instantly crashed into one place! A touch and then they separated.

Ku Jue's figure floated backward, then fell back onto the water surface. His pair of straw shoes were already in the water, so he still retreated more than a hundred zhang, stirring up two heavy waves.

His two feet misstepped, stopping on the water surface. Two long water gullies thus bulged open, slapping against the two banks.

At this moment, he was in a half-bow posture, not hunchbacked, but the bow was drawn to its full string.

One hand in front, pressing virtually on the river surface, seeming to grab the long river, suspending his Dao body. The other hand placed behind, seeming to press the virtual space, supporting himself steadily.

Sparse spiritual light overflowed from this body outward, instantly strengthening, seeming endless.

He was like a jade buried in stone, at this moment peeling open the stone clothes, finally showing light.

"It's a real pity," he said with a smile: "My rebellious disciple won't see my heroic posture at this moment. It's hard to make him convinced!"

His dry eyebrow raised, his monk robe suddenly swelled up. Inside his dry, thin body, an unimaginable power burst out. Infinite, endless spiritual light, like a tsunami and a mountain collapse, spread out in all directions. However, because of the seal of the Forever Town Mountain River Seal, it wasn't seen outside the long river. But what need was there for people to see?

The old monk was not for the human world. He came this time for one person only.

The body is the five senses, the heart is the seven emotions, the intent is the six thoughts, the spirit is the three wisdoms, which is the so-called hearing, thinking, cultivating, receiving Bodhi. Body awareness, heart awareness, intent awareness, spirit awareness.

He grinned: "This road, not open!"

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