Chapter 290 The Buddha Wheel of Two Lives (1)

The last trace of the black mist dissipated, and the eyes became clear.

This is a quiet hall, not spacious, with a small arc around it. The walls are painted with paintings of the Wheel of Life and Death, which should be the top of the Five Wheel Pagoda.

Did she pass the test on the last floor of the five-wheeled tower?

But why is there no reward?

The sound of "squeak" and "squeak" came from his ears. Hairpin Xing raised his eyes and looked forward, and saw a skeleton in a brown robe sitting right in front of him.

This skeleton should have been a Buddhist cultivator in his lifetime, sitting on the stone platform in front of him, and the surrounding stone platform was full of golden honeysuckle. Honeysuckle doesn't know how to maintain its vitality, and it drives extremely fresh and beautiful, as if it has been like this for hundreds of years. On the other hand, the Buddha's posture is gentle and natural, with his arms hanging naturally on his knees, and a small spinning wheel lying in the palm of his hand.

Half of the spinning wheel was golden and half black, and it was spinning in his hands unhurriedly. The sour "squeak" sound came from the spinning wheel.

Is this the dharma form of Master Jingshan? Hairpin Xing wondered, what is the rotating wheel? Is it still spinning, does it mean that the cycle in the White Tower is not over yet?

Hairpin Xing was thinking of this when a muffled groan suddenly came from her ear. She looked back and saw that someone appeared from the void, stabbing the silver spear on the ground before standing firm.

"Gu Baiying?" She was stunned.

Gu Baiying also saw the hairpin star, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, he stood still, stared at the hairpin star and said, "Why are you here?"

"I came out of the five-wheeled pagoda's trial." Hairpin Xing's heart moved: "You also experienced the life of Master Jingshan?"

"Naturally." Gu Baiying's eyes fell on the skeleton of the Buddha in front of him, his eyes dimmed: "He is really miserable."

"So." Hairpin Xing looked at him: "When Wanmin begged the master to put down the butcher's knife, you didn't put it down?"

"Why should I put it down?" Gu Baiying raised her eyebrows, her tone unceremonious: "I'll kill that bastard first, and the rice and grain in his house will naturally be mine. If I help the victims, everyone will be happy." The boy sneered: "I Why are you embarrassing yourself?"

Hairpin Xing thought, this is indeed Gu Baiying's temper. It is true that he would not wrong his temper for the sake of others, but the two of them even thought of going out, and I don't know if it is considered a connection.

"Hey," he glanced at the hairpin star and asked vaguely, "How did you come out?"

Hairpin Xing thought for a while, and then said, "Gu Xianchang seems to have forgotten that I am a demon, and all demons are ruthless and murderous. I am a demon, why should I become a Buddha?"

The woman's tone was calm.

Her eyes are gentle and peaceful, and her long black hair is faintly flowing with a dark blue luster, reminiscent of the vines in the abyss, climbing up along the ubiquitous cracks, wrapping the body of the person firmly, and finally reflecting into the eyes of the person .

He suddenly lost his mind for a moment.

In the next moment, the voice of the hairpin star sounded: "Are you injured?"

There was blood on Gu Baiying's waist slowly oozing out along the snow-white brocade robe, and the bright red dyed the cloth beautifully, but it was startling in the eyes of others.

He came back to his senses and glanced at the wound casually: "It's just a small injury, but it won't die." His tone still didn't take it to heart.

Hairpin Xing didn't speak, thinking that after Gu Baiying experienced Master Jingshan's first life, he also fell in love with his inner demon. The inner demon in the pagoda is exactly the same as the cultivator himself, and it is not easy to break the demon barrier.

However, he is jumping around in a lively manner now, so it shouldn't be a big problem. On the contrary, Meng Ying and the others whispered, "I don't know how the others are doing now."

As soon as the voice fell, she heard a "pop", someone fell from the void, she quickly turned around, and saw the scarred Mingjing suddenly appear in the hall.

Compared to Hairpin Xing and Gu Baiying, he looked much more miserable. The gray monk's robe was barely clean at all, all soaked with blood, and the blood was still oozing out. His face also looked pale, as if he had lost half his life in the trial.

Hairpin Xing hurried over to help him up and asked, "Master Mingjing, why did you suffer such a serious injury?"

Mingjing looked at the hairpin star and saw that the hairpin star was safe and sound, so he relaxed and said, "It's just fine, Your Highness."

His gratified and hidden loving eyes immediately gave the hairpin a layer of goosebumps, thinking that Jing Jing should not really regard himself as a stepfather, right? After all, this is Bu Jiang's private matter, and Hairpin Xing himself has no opinion, but it is always a bit awkward to be stared at by young people who seem to be the same age with the eyes of his daughter.

Just thinking about it, Gu Baiying's impatient voice came from his ear: "Buddha, what's going on in this pagoda, don't you explain?"

Neither he nor Zhan Xing practiced Buddhism. Regarding the matter of Master Jingshan, naturally only Mingjing is the clearest here.

Mingjing seemed to have expected Gu Baiying to ask such a question. He lowered his eyes, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "The delusion of the self-nature is the sentient beings, and the enlightenment of the self-nature is the Buddha. Delusions cover the self, and cannot be clear. This riddle is set up in the tomb of the pagoda, and I respectfully wait for those who come to solve their doubts."

This is pretty much what the hairpin thought.

"Then what happened to the inner demon that I saw later?" Zhan Xing asked, "Can the inner demon of Master Jingshan be unable to become a Buddha?"

Mingjing nodded, tacitly acquiescing to Hairpin Star's guess.

The hairpin star was silent, and he lived a life of respect and kindness, but after his death he became a monster without Buddha or devil. It is really sad that his obsession has been trapped in the White Pagoda for a hundred years and cannot be freed.

"Then what about you?" Gu Baiying raised his chin, "As a Buddhist cultivator with no false thoughts, he has suffered such a serious injury. Why, can't you break your own demons?" His eyes were somewhat provocative. : "What is your inner demon? To torture a monk like this."

Mingjing was startled, and his expression became a little uncomfortable.

Hairpin star: "."

This Buddhist cultivator is her stepfather, and she never forgets her old feelings towards Jiang Niannian, thinking that Mingjing's inner demons are nothing more than inseparable from "love". Seeing the embarrassment on Mingjing's face getting stronger and stronger, Hairpin Xing had no choice but to stand up to smooth things out and diverted the conversation: "Since the case of the inner demon has passed, even if we passed the trial of Master Jingshan, why is there no reward? What? And," She let go of her body and let Mingjing see the Buddha's skeleton in front of her: "This skeleton is the Dharma body left by Master Jingshan, right? Then what is the spinning wheel? Why is it still spinning?"

The small rotating wheel slowly turned in the palm of the monk's bones, half of which was golden, and half of which was deep black. The sound of "squeak" and "squeak" was heard, and it was very clear in the hall.

The bright face suddenly changed.

He murmured, "The Buddha Wheel of Two Lives?"