Fu Canglu

Chapter 218 Answers
There are some things in the world that have no answers.

Just like many years ago, the entire Central Plains and both sides of the Qijiang River couldn't figure out why the purple-robed great national teacher led the Northern Wei cavalry to slaughter the entire Buddhist sect in the first place?

Until now, this question has no answer.

You can guess, speculate, and come up with countless evidences to prove that your ideas are correct.

Slaughtering Buddhism in order to establish a country based on Buddhism?
Or is it that the great master in purple robe is a ruthless and ungrateful person through and through?

He was determined to destroy the Buddha, deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, just for his own selfish desire, to seek the supreme power in the Northern Wei Dynasty?

Or did he kill thousands of people and set up the Buddha's bones in order to take revenge on Buddhism and cut off his own path of cultivation?

There are different opinions, but no matter how fierce the dispute is, it is doomed to be futile.

But one thing is for sure.

He is undoubtedly a villain.

In this world, the boundaries between good and evil are very clear.

What is a villain?
A person who kills an innocent life is considered a villain.

Then the one who slaughtered the entire Buddhist sect was of course a villain.

Heinous.

So no one would think about such a question: Does this purple-robed man have Buddhism in his heart?

When Xuan Shangyu left Qijiang.

The old owner of Hidden Valley asked this question.

It's a pity that the purple-robed great master didn't answer, and the sword boat didn't even pause under his feet.

So the old man just silently watched Jianzhou go away.

There is no answer to this question.

If that purple robe doesn't speak for a day, there won't be an answer for a day.

Never will.

The old owner of Yingu, who looked one step further than everyone else and vaguely saw the truth, may have his own answer in his heart.

So many answers, none of them are correct answers.

Under the Bodhi tree in Luoyang.

The great master in purple robe stood silently for a long time.

In his mind, there are countless pictures of flying horses and flowers, from birth to death, from birth to end, from fate to fate, from chaos to chaos.

It wasn't just the owner of Hidden Valley who asked him this question.

Too many people have asked.

Xuan Shangyu gathered the purple robe silently, recalling these scenes.

When the master scolded himself for being evil on Wanggui mountain, why wasn't he asking himself?

When they waved the butcher's knife at the Buddhist comrades, the pain in the eyes of those people was not asking themselves?

When he loosened Shen Hongying's shackles at the head of Luoyang City, and watched her ride Juechen towards Bodhi.

32 When the princes stood silently and lined up behind them holding heavy crossbows.

When he loosened the string with his own hands, watching the blood splashed on the face of the little junior brother, when he was looking at him.

Their gaze, their silence, their fear.

There is doubt, there is indignation, there is sadness.

It's all questioning.

Xuan Shangyu under the bodhi tree was silent.

He knew that he was a derivative of the deity who had practiced the Buddhist Sanshengjue, and he was a substitute.

But after becoming enlightened, he would sometimes ask himself.

Ask that deity.

Would the man in the purple robe who locked himself in the Buddha's skeleton, like himself, think of this question when he was extremely lonely?
Xuan Shangyu shook his head.

With a hoarse voice, he slowly said to the Cao family man beside him: "Your Majesty, I am studying Buddhism."

Finally, he spoke and solved the problems of the world.

Cao Zhixuan was slightly taken aback.

The purple-robed man stretched out a hand, slightly opened and closed his five fingers, and caught a whirling bodhi leaf.

"When I was very young, I was taken in by my master on Wanggui Mountain."

"Same as Junior Brother and Junior Sister, I practiced on Wanggui Mountain, watched the flowing clouds there, and read the Zen teachings there."

"If possible, I would like to continue like this."

His eyes were empty, and finally he looked at the bodhi tree.

Seeing the red-haired woman under the tree, she was dazed.

The hair bun of the purple-robed Great Master has long been gone. He closed his eyes, let Guangyu brush his face, blowing his long hair, and said in a trembling voice: "But in this world, things always backfire. Isn't it?"

The young emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty was stunned.

"Master treats me very, very well."

Xuan Shangyu slowly opened his eyes, and said with a complicated expression: "It's a pity that if I meet him in the open, he will definitely not treat me so well again."

The Cao family man didn't know how to speak for a while.

"The Suzaku Void Flame Formation in Luoyang was extinguished by that Bodhisattva, and a whole city was saved." The Great Master in Zipao said softly, "After today, Bodhi will take root, and Buddha's destiny will be universal, starting from Luoyang, and going to the entire Northern Wei Dynasty, it will gradually start a prairie fire. Is this a little bit of my own selfishness?"

Cao Zhixuan's expression was complicated, and there were scattered voices praising Buddha in his ears.

How ridiculous?

The capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty, which advocated the extermination of Buddhism, unexpectedly dropped the seeds of Buddhism to take root?

The big joke of slipping the world.

However, the Zipao Grand Master said softly, "What Your Majesty wants is nothing more than a piece of land. Life is hard, and these people are not easy, so don't raise the butcher's knife against them. The Northern Wei Dynasty did not need to build Buddhist temples or pagodas." , but you can’t do any more crimes. Otherwise, the Six Realms of Reincarnation and karmic retribution, how can Your Majesty, as the ruler of a country, avoid it?”

"Over the years, the Northern Wei Dynasty has been going backwards and backwards, dragging its life to half the world, but it will eventually have to pay off the debt." The Zipao Great Master smiled and said: "But who will pay these debts?"

Cao Zhixuan, dressed in plain clothes, suddenly raised his head, staring at the smiling man in purple robe, and finally understood where his ominous thoughts came from when he left the Peony Pavilion.

Even holding the Ukiyo Seal in your hand, you can't feel at ease.

Because under the land of Luoyang, the killing aura vaguely aimed at the Northern Wei Dynasty is cause and effect, reincarnation, and the most unspeakable retribution in the world.

Those who should be robbed will undoubtedly die.

The Cao family man narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you threatening me?"

The purple-robed man shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not a threat, it can only be considered a little willful. He will do the same when the deity is born. Your Majesty has plotted against me for so many years, and today I repay my grievances with virtue. Is it possible that I can't replace this one?" A small request?"

Cao Zhixuan, who was holding the Ukiyo Seal, sensed the huge karma, even if it was a country's heavy weapon, it could not resist in the face of the vast and misty cause and effect.

Then he looked at the man in purple robe beside him in astonishment.

The man in the purple robe suddenly waved his sleeves, looked at the little monk Qingshi who was not far away, and smiled softly: "Bodhisattva, is it my turn?"

Qingshi nodded with a complex expression.

The Tantuo Ksitigarbha Buddha statue was bitten by thousands of ghosts, and the karma belonging to Liu Baichan had all dissipated, and the aura remaining in the world became weaker and weaker.

But one wave is not calm, and another wave rises again, and the waves are generally condensed from behind the Buddha statue.

There is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in the hell.

It belongs to the robbery of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The purple-robed master murmured: "Northern Wei Dynasty played a hundred moves in chess, and I will take the final move."

The Cao family man stared blankly at the purple-robed man.

The purple-robed master slowly raised his arms, shook his sleeves, saluted, and straightened his crown. Then he regained his composure and walked towards the smiling Tantu Bodhisattva.

Light and rain follow all the way.

Bodhi leaves whirled and fell under the feet of the purple robe, condensing like a tornado.

A vengeful soul flew out from behind Tan Tuo Bodhisattva, with a distorted face, and bit the purple-robed man's shoulder fiercely.

Xuan Shangyu looked pitiful.

He looked at this comrade who used to be on Wanggui Mountain, now turned into a fierce ghost who could not be reincarnated, and vented his resentment on himself.

The purple robe on the shoulders was dripping with blood.

karma.

karma.

After looking up slightly
Xuan Shangyu took a deep breath.

Looking at the overwhelming shadows coming, they were all the faces he was familiar with back then, but the ferocious face when he swung the butcher knife was now even more distorted, full of hostility.

The purple robe was cut with countless small openings, and blood foam flew out.

His cheeks seemed to be cut by a knife, and dozens of scarlet bloodstains appeared in an instant.

And the man remained expressionless and continued on his way.

The man from the Cao family watched the purple-robed man who was struggling step by step, as if walking on thin ice, but the harder the walk was, the more tenacious his steps were.

Cao Zhixuan couldn't understand why this purple-robed avatar, who knew all kinds of deceptions, obviously didn't want to be bound by the deity, wanted to burn the city to fight for a fight, but finally chose to die?
The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't calm down Cao Zhixuan.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

The men of the Cao family had planned for the worst. Even if Luoyang burned the city and destroyed the thousand-year-old capital, they still couldn't shake their hearts in the slightest.

Of course he also thought of the best ending.

But the ending right now is too perfect, too dreamy.

Cao Zhixuan faintly couldn't believe it.

If Xuan Shangyu's avatar is willing to accept the catastrophe, it will end all the fruits of Luoyang's karma in one body.

The deity in the Ukiyo seal has practiced to the end of the Buddhist Sanshengjue, and when the last clone is eliminated, his merits and virtues have been completed, and he has achieved the tenth realm of cultivation.

This is the cloth outside the chessboard.

It's a miracle.

It not only saved Luoyang, but also saved itself.

Just die a doppelgänger.

The emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, who had already planned to cut his flesh with pain, stood there in a daze, unable to believe it for a while.

There are some things in the world that have no answers.

It was as if many years ago, that purple-robed man swung a merciless butcher knife at Buddhism.

Then he left a foundation for Buddhism 16 years later.

So is it good for him to recite Buddhism or not?

Xuan Shangyu gave Cao Zhixuan the answer.

To be precise, it was the clone in the purple robe who gave the answer.

But he left a new question.

The purple-robed avatar, who was clearly going to compete with the deity, willingly walked into a dead end, preferring to die.

What is the answer to this question?

Similar to the previous question.

There is no answer.

As long as the man in the purple robe doesn't speak, there will be no answer to all of this.

There never will be.

That purple robe was walking on the road to hell.

He silently endured the bite of thousands of ghosts.

Then the footsteps stopped, stopping in front of the Bodhi tree, behind the red-haired woman.

He didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the red-haired woman in black robe.

The erosion of karma that King Kong's physique could not resist became more and more obvious on this woman.

After being imprisoned in the Buddha's skeleton for 16 years, countless samsara erosions, Shen Hongying's spirit has long since melted away.

Even if the bodhisattva condenses her out with great supernatural powers, she cannot last long in the world.

Compared with Liu Baichan who turned into light rain, it is just one in front and one in back.

Xuan Shangyu looked complicated, looking at the red-haired woman, still doing her best, moving towards the bodhi tree bit by bit.

For every point of progress, the great vajra physique condensed by the monstrous karma is eroded.

The closer you are to the Bodhi tree, the heavier the erosion.

A white streak appeared on the top of the red-haired woman's head.

pale.

The paleness of the years, like heavy snow, collapsed from the sky, and then spread in all directions.

Red hair white.

The beauty is withered and old.

This is really not a poignant picture.

Xuan Shangyu bears the erosion of karma behind his back, and his face is neither happy nor sad. He stood still and watched the red-haired woman wrapping her arms around the huge bodhi tree.

The blue and purple color on the crown of the tree spread to the ground, and the crystal clear Buddha's edge enveloped her body made of Buddha bones.

In order to build a body with the physique of a great King Kong, the Northern Wei Dynasty spent countless resources from the bones of the Buddhas of the Six Paths, and countless blood was slaughtered.

At this moment, under the washing of Bodhi, all of them are washed away bit by bit.

The black robe also turned white, and the red hair also turned white.

The woman in plain clothes closed her eyes.

The red hair fell to the ground, and the pale color fell more quickly, spreading like an avalanche.

Heavy snow on North Gusu Road.

The cloud that forgets to return to the mountain.

The white hair of the girl in red.

This is indeed a bleak picture.

Xuan Shangyu stared blankly at this red-haired and white-haired girl with snow-white arms around Bodhi, and gently kissed the Bodhi tree.

He couldn't think of a word for no reason.

The most painful thing in a person's life is when he tries his best, but finds out that he is powerless.

All life is suffering, regardless of high or low, everything can't go smoothly.

In Xuan Shangyu's mind is the man in white robe who carried Bodhi on his back and set foot on Luoyang 16 years ago, the cry that shook the nine heavens.

"If Shen Hongying dies, I don't want to live alone!"

In front of her eyes was this silver-white woman talking softly in her sleep.

"If Liu Baichan dies, I don't want to live alone."

Shen Hongying kissed Bodhi.

Then he followed Liu Baichan and left.

Cause and effect are settled.

The purple-robed master said in a daze, "Master said that all stories in the world have a good ending and a bad ending."

But how to change the ending of something that a person can't do even if he tries his best?
Cause and effect entanglement, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

He slightly lowered his brows and eyes, and said in a sad voice: "But in the end, the ending is not up to us to decide."

"So...what's the tragedy?"

Under the bodhi tree, the soul is lingering.

There is a fragrance sweeping over, and the bodhi leaves are flying.

The purple-robed great master walked straight forward without looking back, passing the little monk Qingshi, and only nodded and smiled slightly as a signal.

Qingshi clasped his hands together with a compassionate face, and the Buddha responded with the name of Buddha.

He walked up to the Buddha statue of Tan Tuo Ksitigarbha.

Going forward, it is a dense hell.

Doomed forever.

The broken purple robe fluttered wildly in front of the Buddha statue.

Xuan Shangyu stopped with difficulty, raised his head, and looked at the compassionate expression of Tantuo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, with a smile that was not a smile, unable to guess what he was thinking.

He turned his back to all sentient beings, and said softly, "It's really like a play."

The soul power drifted away, and then condensed.

The blue-curtain lotus platform, which was the favorite of the great master in purple robes, swayed and condensed a phantom in the sky above Luoyang.

The man from the Cao family looked at the green curtain show with a complex expression.

Freeze at the end of the dumb play.

The red dress was pitched up, blood was splattered, and Yu Ji followed the Overlord, a dumb show that was silent and silent throughout, only the sound of a bell and the sword fell to the ground.

The man from the Cao family suddenly understood the true meaning of this green curtain lotus show.

The sky and the earth are changing.

The flamboyant purple-robed grand master waved his sleeves and laughed wantonly.

"This Concubine Yu, no matter how good your acting is, you are going to die?"

Step forward.

Enter the endless hell, the six reincarnations.

All over the sky, karma descended, and blood overflowed from the seat of the Tantu Bodhisattva.

The purple robe was completely torn, and countless pieces of soul power overflowed.

In this world, there are many questions that are destined to have no answers.

Why is the purple robe clone willing to die?
As long as he doesn't speak.

Then no one will know the answer.

But he finally restrained his smile and his face was soft.

In his mind, countless pictures of walking around watching the lanterns flashed, from birth to death, from birth to end, from origin to extinction, from chaos to chaos.

The scenes are very familiar, like an actor on the stage, looking at his own script and seeing his own life.

The avatar of the purple-robed great master murmured in a voice that no one could hear.

"if."

"Would everything be different if I hadn't opened that 'book'?"

In this world, many questions have no answers.

Just like, what is the "book" in Zipao's mouth?
What is the picture that flashed in his mind?
These are destined to have no answers.

Because once you have the answer, there is the next question.

A question followed an answer, and an answer followed a question.

There will never be an end.

So. If the avatar of the purple-robed great master hadn't opened that book, would everything be different?
This question, of course, has no answer.

As long as he doesn't speak.

(End of this chapter)