C252 A Meaningless Hope
C252 A Meaningless Hope
He had already guessed that the old monk was from the Prajna Temple. Therefore, when the old monk introduced himself, he wasn't that surprised.
He smiled and said, "So it's Zen Master Wudu. Please forgive this junior and my wife for not knowing much about Prajna Temple. I hope you can forgive the rude words of my wife just now."
"Amitabha. Benefactor Lin's words are too serious. Why would this poor monk care? Benefactor Lin, what do you think of my suggestion just now? If you hand that evil creature over to This Penniless Monk, This Penniless Monk can think of a way to edify it. Let him be a new person." Wudu once again expressed his compassion for the heavens and the people, as if he was ready to sacrifice the flesh of the Buddha to feed the eagle.
Lin Yi chuckled and shook his head. He said, "Zen Master Wudu, I really admire your kind wish. However, I'm sorry to say that I have to convert this beast into something worse than an animal. I don't agree. If you have a way to kill him, I can give it to you right now. If you can't do it, I'm sorry, but my words won't change."
"Haha, Zen Master Wudu, long time no see. You are still the same as before. A familiar laughter came from not far away. Lin Yi's expression changed slightly. He turned around and saw Yinn Zheng walking towards him step by step. His face was pale. Obviously, he hadn't fully recovered yet.
Lin Yi saw Yinn Zheng and quickly shouted, "Mr. Yinn, why are you here? Your injuries are not healed yet, you can't come here. The poisonous miasma here is too strong!"
Before Lin Yi could finish his words, he started to cough violently. His body could not take it anymore. It was not easy for him to hold on until now.
Yinn Zheng hurriedly ran over. He took out a pill and stuffed it into Lin Yi's body. Lin Yi immediately felt cool all over his body. The pain in his body was greatly reduced, and his inner Qi was also recovering at an extremely fast speed.
Before Lin Yi could ask, Yinn Zheng smiled and said, "This is a Nine Revolutions Great Rejuvenating Pill that I obtained a long time ago. I have always been reluctant to use it. Even if I am seriously injured this time, it is useless to me. Of course, it can't cure the cold poison that I used to be in. After you take it, you should be able to recover very quickly. "
When he said this, his gaze fell on Wudu and he said with a faint smile," I'm different from someone else. I only know how to care about the life and death of those devils. I also don't know how to care about the body of a living person. If my guess is correct, you are deliberately waiting for Mr. Lin to lose consciousness. Then you will be able to obtain Basara's soul and do the so-called edifying thing. Zen Master Wudu, although there is a word 'crossing' in your Dharma name, but it doesn't mean that your life goal is to save all life. What the monk really wanted to do was not only to change the bad guys, but also to change them. You also have to care about the life and death of the good people!"
Although Yinn Zheng had a smile on his face, the severity of his words was obvious.
When Wudu heard this, his expression instantly became somewhat unnatural, and it was no longer as carefree as before.
He called out the Buddhist proclamation loudly and shook his head, then said, "Amitabha. I didn't expect Benefactor Yin to know this Benefactor Lin. We have been separated for so many years. May I know if Benefactor Yin is in good health?"
"Thank you for your concern, Zen Master. This Yin is in good health! Your Prajna Temple isn't willing to cure me of the poison and is afraid of causing trouble. But I, Mr. Lin, am not afraid. My poison has been cured by Mr. Lin, I don't need you to worry about it! " Yinn Zheng's tone was somewhat impolite. Lin Yi heard the meaning in his words. It seemed like he was not in a good mood with Zen Master Wudu.
In other words, when Yinn Zheng said that he was related to the people of Prajna Temple, he was afraid that there was only resentment.
"Amitabha. I really don't know how to reply to Benefactor Yin's words. This poor monk only wanted to say that the Prajna Temple isn't afraid of any major powers. I will do my best to treat every single person who comes to seek help. It's just that Benefactor Yin's injuries were too severe at that time. Given the strength of the Prajna Temple, it can only prolong your life temporarily. Furthermore, at that time, we had already given you directions to find the successors of the three great medical meridians. It can be said that we've done our utmost to help you." Wudu sighed softly, his tone was filled with helplessness.
Yinn Zheng smiled faintly and said, "Zen Master Wudu, don't worry. I am still grateful to Prajna Temple. After all, at that time, no one was willing to offend an unlucky person like me. I am already very satisfied that you can extend my life. However, your actions this time really makes me unhappy! Do you know... How many people did he kill? His sins are comparable to Asura. Could it be that the Buddha you worship... Even the Asura could be moved? Is it possible to edify Satan with the God that Christ believes in? Buddhism is not entirely against killing, so there is no need to act this way."
Yinn Zheng, who had been maintaining his elegant wording, suddenly said the last sentence. Lin Yi, who was recuperating, couldn't help laughing out loud. These words were too stimulating.
Sure enough, Wudu's facial expression changed. He hurriedly shouted, "Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!" Then, he kept chanting. No one knew what he was chanting.
Loong Kui and the others had already rushed over. After all, Lin Yi's battle had lasted for too long. They were really worried.
Qin Sung saw Bai Jian lying motionlessly on the ground. Suddenly, his body trembled. He quickly ran over and picked up Bai Jian's body.
Innate Sword Spirit Body! The hope of inheriting the legacy of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was gone just like that. His heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.
In just half an hour, they were still exchanging pointers and talking about the development of the legacy of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. They never thought that Bai Jian would die in such a short period of time.
"Elder Qin, don't be too sad. Big Brother Bai Jian might still be saved." Lin Yi struggled to stand up from the ground. He had temporarily sealed Basara's soul in his body. For a moment, Basara was still unable to escape.
Qin Sung's facial expression changed, and he said, "What did you say? Bai Jian can still be saved? Lin Yi, you can't lie to an old man like me. I can't take this anymore."
Lin Yi slowly walked over and shook his head with a smile. He said," Elder Qin, when I was fighting with Basara just now, I felt Big Brother Bai Jian's Qi. He has the Innate Sword Spirit Body. He won't die so easily."
"Amitabha. Benefactor Lin, isn't it too cruel to give hope to others? From hope to disappointment, to despair, it was as if he was pushed down from the highest heavens. This kind of behavior is really evil!" Wudu recited the scriptures for a long time, opened his eyes, and said loudly.
Lin Yi's lips curved up slightly and said, "Zen Master Wudu, I don't understand what you are saying. Are you sure that Brother Bai Jian has no way to return?"
"Amitabha, of course. His soul had been completely devoured by that evil creature, and his body was just a soulless shell. It wouldn't be long before he entered a state of decay. Since that was the case, why would you spout nonsense? Giving others pointless hope? "Wudu put on an earnest and earnest look. His words made Lin Yi suddenly laugh out loud.
"What a load of nonsense! Zen Master Wudu, if that's the case, let's make a bet. What do you think? "