The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 198: Precious Words (Part 2)

"Sit." When approaching the room, Zutta sat down still, and stretched out his hand to beckon Jonah to sit on the opposite side, "Last time you asked if I knew Yekong, sorry, I lied because I didn’t I would like to bring up this past." He said frankly, "Now, if you want to listen, I can tell you the truth."

"Of course." The astrologer nodded vigorously,

"How many years have it been." Ying Jialan pressed the handle of the knife with a nostalgic expression on his face, "Since I entered the temple, Yekong and I have moved forward and retreated together. The sword holding Kalan."

Sword-bearing kalan is the ancient name of the protector of the Buddha country. According to the "Seven Buddhas and Eight Bodhisattvas", there are 18 guardians of the sangha blue: one beautiful voice, two Sanskrit voices, and three Famous Tiangu, four sighing for wonder, five sighing for beauty, six for Momiao, seven for Leiyin, eight for masters, nine for sighing, ten for Sanskrit, eleven for chanting, twelve for Buddhist slaves, ten Three Songde, 14 Guangmu, 15 Wonderful Eyes, 16 Hearing Through, Seventeen Seeing Through, and Eighteen Seeing Throughout. The Great Prajna Temple located outside the city of Mahuluga actually has thirty The six guardians of the temple kalan, each two kalan share the name of the kalan god, most of these warriors who practice the secret art of "Nine Lights" are orphans adopted by the temple. They work in pairs and receive rigorous training since childhood.

In the year when Zuta and Yekong were twelve years old, the monastery gave them the name of "Sanskrit", and the two teenagers were officially listed among the eighteen kalans. From the perspective of duties, Yekong was responsible for guarding, The sword-bearing garan guards and defends. Zuta is the shadow garan responsible for assassinations, infiltrations and ambushes. Yekong walks in the sun every day, while Zuta acts in the night without wind and moon. The two practice the same The secret technique of "Nine Lights", but one person is born with a golden red Buddha light of righteousness, and the other person has a cold blue dark fire,

In the peaceful era, there is no lack of harassment by evil demons. The two grew up in the day-to-day battle. Suddenly, countless khaki pagan flags were erected in the eastern desert of the Buddha country overnight, the Buddha statue collapsed, and the temple bathed. Fire, the war has begun, "I want to join the war." Yekong knelt down in front of the Daxiong Hall, praying for the monastery to lift his sword-holding status. The guerrilla group is about to open, and the soldiers who abandon their secular status are waiting for the final help. The sword that defends Nakhon Pathom is trembling, longing for the blood of the enemy to be nourished,

"I'm not allowed." The monarch coldly refused his request, "You are the'Brahma', the sword-bearing kalan of the Great Prajna Temple, how can you join the army? That is totally incompatible with Buddhism."

"If I do not participate in the war, you do not participate in the war, and if he does not participate in the war, blood will flow, the temple will collapse, and the Buddha will die." Yekong raised his head, his slender gray eyes burning with bloodthirsty impulses,

"The impermanence of all forms is the law of birth and death; birth and death are already gone, and death is happiness." The monastery replied blankly, "Nothing in the world can stay abiding and not be broken, and all births must die; therefore only transcendence In this world of life and death, the truth of silence can be obtained, do you understand."

"I, I don't understand..." Yekong's red hair trembled like flames,

At this time, a thin and rickety figure appeared on the steps of the main hall, describing the haggard Venerable Gaowuzhe looking down on the red-haired gazelle with turbid and dull eyes. In the seven hundred years since the temple was built, countless amazing martial arts have emerged. He is a genius, but no one has the exquisite and innate savvy of Yekong. At only fifteen years old, he learned the most powerful secret mantra "Samaya Sanhua" in the first chapter of "Nine Lights" and began to practice the second chapter. The arduous content of ,, that is the realm that can only be reached after the sword holding Kalan is thirty years old. Although the shadow Zuta behind him is also a rare genius warrior, when he was a boy, he was called "the red-haired Shura" with Yekong. But as he grows older, the light on Ying Jialan has been completely concealed by Yekong and truly becomes a shadow hidden in the dark. At this time, Zuta is standing behind the pillar of the side hall, watching the kneeling in the middle of the square. The man here,

"Master..." Yekong buried his head lower,

"Hey...Go ahead." Venerable Gao Wuzhe said,

"What." The monastery opened his mouth in disbelief, "Venerable, what did you say."

"That's his practice." The old monk gently pointed his finger to the sword-holding Kalan under the twenty-eight steps. "Being born and entering the world is all Zen, even the master of the country, Shari, also said goodbye to the emperor and joined the guerrillas. Tuan, what are you still struggling with."

The monk's body trembled: "Master Shari Tingsheng is a practitioner of Scripture, and he doesn't have any fighting power. Wouldn't it be a war..."

Venerable Gaowuzhe slowly walked down the steps, came to Yekong, and lifted the sword holding Kalan up with one finger, "Go." He repeated, "Go now, don't let them just Wait, morning class and evening class are not important, remember to eat on time and don’t damage your body."

"Master." Yekong's knees were lifted away from the ground, but his body was ignited with golden red flames, and his knees slammed into the blue brick, "I'm leaving." At the end of the line After a bowing ceremony, Kalan, who abandoned the name of "Brahma", slowly stood up, flying fast to the ground like an arrow, and shot in the direction of the main gate of the Great Prajna Temple.

The temple supervisor murmured: "What you do is very, that is the rise and fall of the law; the life of the husband is the death, and the death is happiness..."

"Hey, you didn't realize it, and he didn't realize it." Venerable Gao Wuzhe twitched the corner of his mouth to reveal a smile, and disappeared into the hall.

"Yona."

"Hmm."

Zuta suddenly interrupted the narration, fumbled for a furry thing from his arms and handed it over. The astrologer unexplainedly took the little mouse with red pupil, white hair and long tail, and then suddenly realized: "This is Punjabi beast spirit."

"Yes, you can see the next thing for yourself. That was the last time I saw Yekong, but the two of us are sword-wielding kalan, even if we are far apart, we will continue to fate. Fetters, look." At this point, Zuta rolled up his sleeves, and a red wound with rolled flesh appeared on his arm. The scars were fresh and deep, but no blood flowed out. "My wounds will appear on Yekong. , And the attack he suffered will also be reflected in me. I don’t know where he is now, but the scars on his body prove that he is still alive. Yekong is fighting for something somewhere. This pain makes I feel very relieved." Before the words fell, another stab wound suddenly appeared on his arm, Ying Jialan's brow wrinkled slightly, but his expression gradually relaxed,

Holding the little white mouse, Jonah thought for a while and said, "That is to say, there is also a symbiosis contract between you, right? You actually share vitality, just like me and the little monster. ."

"Yes, one day more than a month ago, this guy went crazy and overdrawn his vitality. He almost used my power to clean up. He must have encountered a strong enemy." Zuta dropped a sentence. I got up and walked outside, "I have activated the playback function of the Punjabi beast spirit with the secret text. As long as I close my forehead, I can see the picture it recorded. We are outside, that's it."

The tall red-haired soldier rumblingly walked out of the house, the door closed with a slam,

The 17-year-old boy took a deep breath and placed the little white mouse flat on his forehead, "Ah." He cried out painfully, and the beast soul trapped in the little plush stuffing began to release energy, like ten The pound hammer hit the back of his head fiercely, and Jonah felt a familiar pang of pain, dizziness followed, and the bed under him turned into a thick and cold muddy puddle, dragging him into a lightless quagmire. In the dark,

I don’t know how long it took, the five senses gradually recovered, the misty smell of sandalwood entered the nose, the air was hot, the bright red sun hung high in the sky, and the cyan stone of the Great Prajna Temple was underneath. Jona found himself Observing the world from the perspective of Zuta, Ying Jialan's tall body and sharp eyesight make him very uncomfortable, just like a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant, hesitating,

The long sword is slowly unsheathed, "Chang." The bright blade is in the sun. He is standing in the middle of the square, surrounded by rows of majestic buildings. The real appearance, the ivory white pagoda is hidden in the pavilions, the golden glazed tiles are shining, the flying eaves are carved with exquisite monsters, even the steps are made of white jade, the wind chimes are jingle, and the pigeons fly far in the blue sky At the end of countless buildings on the other side of the sky, there stands a high tower into the clouds. The thirty-six-story exquisite floating figure holds up the ancient bronze clock. The cable is blown by the east wind, and the thick giant wood strikes the clock gently swaying on the surface of the clock. Low buzzing,

"Yekong, you can't walk." The tip of his knife dropped to the ground, and his sonorous voice was sharper than a long knife

"Zuta, I'm sorry." The red-haired sword-wielding Kalan stood opposite, the thin and tall figure lowered his head, "I understand that I am a traitor from Prajna Temple. Please forgive me. This is a war. , Do you know what war is."

Yangkalan said solemnly: "You are wrong. Your body, heart, blood, and flesh belong to the Great Prajna Temple. Your present life, your next life, and one hundred and eighty thousand rebirths are all causal arrangements. No matter how the situation changes, You must advance and retreat together with the Great Prajna Temple, born in Sidi, and died in Sidi."

Yekong raised his head, his scattered red hair showed his unhappy and sad gray eyes: "You were wrong this time, my brother, is your avenue guarding this cold temple." He gently With a stomping, the cyan stone "slaps" into a spider web-like crack, "This is a dead thing, Zuta, the most important thing is to live."

"You are trampling on Garan's name, trampling on the prestige of'Brahma', Yekong." Zutta began to burn with blue karma,

"Sorry, that's the end of it. After I'm gone, maybe you can go to the sun and let go of your cold obsessions. Look, how warm the sun is." Yekong slowly drew out his long knife and squinted his head. Look at the sun,

"You don't know what the outside world is like, Yekong, we grew up here since we were young. This is our home, our stage, and our world." Zuta's knife was slowly raised.

"Fight, my brother." Yekong speeded up suddenly, coming with the sound of a clear knife,