Chapter 933 (2/2)

Walking straight to the Sutra Pavilion, I saw the sweeping elites in the Sutra Pavilion. They saw that countless venerable people in the pavilion had been killed. In the pavilion, countless Sutras were either engraved with stone tablets, or books and shell leaves, including silk, paper, and even Wukong saw bamboo paperback. I'm afraid there are hundreds of millions of books in such a large Sutra Pavilion.

Wukong was overjoyed. He couldn't even track down the murderer. He shouted again and again: ”good luck, good luck. The murderer who stepped on the Lingshan mountain didn't see what he had taken, but he left countless benefits to Lao sun. The scriptures of the great Leiyin temple have been stored for hundreds of millions of years, thousands of disasters, and have accumulated countless. My Lao sun doesn't love anything else, but he loves reading. It's great luck!”

He immediately rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to take away all the three collections. He was afraid that the wind would blow and damage the scattered and fragile scriptures. He only pulled out hundreds of hairs and separated them to put hundreds of millions of scriptures in the scripture Pavilion into his sleeve.

The Sutra pavilion has more than one floor. Wukong walks one floor and rolls one floor. At the top of the building, it is a small room. There are living and sleeping equipment and Zen room layout. Wukong walks in and has a look. It turns out that it is a place where an old monk lives.

The old monk is old. His eyebrows are down to the ground. There is no living breath on his body. He is as dead as death.

When Wukong was ready to retreat, the old monk suddenly said, ”Monkey King, you're coming!”

Wukong wondered, ”who are you? All the monks, gods and Buddhas in the temple are dead? Why are you still alive?” the old monk said with a smile: ”all the people and Buddhas in the temple are dead... Of course, the one who survived is the murderer!”

Wukong was not surprised, but smiled and said, ”no... You are not alive.”

The old monk also smiled and said, ”Monkey King, I'm talking to you, but you say I'm not alive?”

”The four heavenly kings and the eleven Yao have also talked to me. Are they still alive? The Tathagata has also instructed me. Is he still alive?” Wukong said with a smile: ”you live in the past. Now, you are dead!”

”Hahaha!” the old monk said with a smile, ”after all, the monkey king is the monkey king. Yes, I'm dead!” the old monk said Youyou, ”but I didn't die in the hands of the murderer. I died a thousand times ago. I'm the past Buddha!”

”So you are the Buddha who lit the lamp!” Wukong became a quantum Yuanshen. He could count all the world at one thought. Naturally, no memory could escape his Yuanshen search: ”the Buddha who lit the lamp was killed in the past, so you are dead. Of course, the murderer would not kill a dead person... No, dead Buddha.”

”Of course, you won't tell me who killed so many people in Lingshan!”

”I've seen too many strange people this time! The four heavenly kings dare not tell me, and the eleven Yao dare not tell me. The Tathagata Buddha played charades with me, as if the dead had nothing to do with him. But all the people in the great Leiyin Temple died. If the four heavenly kings and the eleven Yao only died once, it's understandable that they are so strange, but those Bodhisattva Arhats are not It's fake death. It's really in and out. ”

”So, what are you thinking?” Wukong frowned.

The light burning ancient Buddha laughed loudly. He said with a smile, ”Wukong, you are wrong! They won't tell you, I will!”

Wukong was bluffed: ”are you not with them?”

”Of course not!” the lantern burning ancient Buddha folded his palms and said, ”because I killed them!”