Fa Kong put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, in the eyes of my monk, only Master Huineng, presided over it, and there was no ordinary person Xue Dongfang."

Huineng nodded in praise after hearing this.

Looking at Wu Rong, he said, "Wu Rong, don't waste your time."

"Okay, then I want to see if you are Huineng or Xue Dongfang."

After Wu Rong finished speaking coldly, he waved his hand and several servants beside him rushed up.

He quickly wrapped the iron chains on Fakong.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Fakong shouted.

Huineng couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Dharma emptiness and Dharma emptiness. If you want you to go far away, you just don’t listen. I’m afraid there will be no chance now.

Sure enough, Wu Rong waved his hand again.

The servant tied the Dharma Kong directly to the wooden stake.

Seeing that Fakong was tied up, Wu Rong looked at Huineng and smiled, "Xue Dongfang, do you still not say it."

Huineng chanted the Buddha's name loudly, "The Dharma is empty, life is death, and death is life.

Do you understand?"

Fa Kong was fearless and said loudly, "Disciples are willing to sacrifice their lives for justice."

Seeing that the two were not afraid and were still asking questions and answering each other, Wu Rong winked at a servant.

The officer picked up the burning iron without hesitation and pressed it on Fakong's chest.

"Ah~" Fakong's scream echoed in the interrogation room for a long time.

However, Huineng was indifferent, closed his eyes tightly, and began to recite Sanskrit scriptures loudly.

Once, twice, three times, finally, Fakong fainted after resisting the iron six times.

Wu Rong saw it and felt a sense of admiration in his heart. He was really a man.

Even if you admire me, you can't help but not be soft.

Soon, Fakong was awakened by a basin of cold water.

"Xue Dongfang, are you indifferent when you see your apprentice suffer?"

Wu Rong shouted loudly.

Huineng shook his head, "The donor Wu killed too deeply, and he may be going to the eighteen levels of hell in the future."

At this time, Wu Rong also understood that torture was useless to these two people.

After a plan failed, another plan came into being. Wu Rong's eyes turned and waved his hand, "It's getting late, I'll send the two to Room No. 1 and retrial tomorrow."

Soon, Huineng and his disciples were carried by several officers and threw them into a cell.

Cell No. 1 is the most intimate room in the dungeon. It is extremely dark all day long and cannot see the light of the sky.

However, this room has other mystery. The reason why it is arranged in the innermost part is that there is a secret room next door, with the Hundred Riders serving uninterrupted duty for twelve hours, mainly to listen to people in the cell and obtain useful information.

Fakong looked at it, no one was around, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Master, things," as soon as he opened his mouth, Huineng raised his hand to signal him to stop, "Fakong, is the matter done?"

"Return to Master, it's done."

Fakong seemed to understand what the master meant, and the two of them had a puzzle.

"Very good, have you made it clear?"

Fakong understood that he was asking himself whether he told Shen Buyi or not.

"I've made it clear, I'll go there myself."

Fakong said, and tapped the wall with his hands a few times.

The echo is a bit empty, which means that the latter is empty.

It turns out that there are ears in the partition wall.

Fakong also came to his senses.

I secretly admire the master's vigilance.

"Master, what should we do?"

Fakong asked in a low voice.

Being locked up here, I will always think of a way to leave.

However, Huineng's words basically ruined the fantasy of Dharma emptiness.

Huineng clasped his palms and whispered in a low voice, "Since you come, you can rest assured. If you want to go out, it may be more difficult than climbing to the sky."

Fakong whispered, "What the master said is that when the Hundred Riders came, there were less than one hundred and one who escaped without his whole body."

Huineng stared at Fakawa for a long time, and let out a long sigh, "Fakawa, now we have only one way to go."

“A road.”

Fakong subconsciously repeated a sentence.

Huineng stretched out his hand, knocked on the wall, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Only dead people can keep secrets."

dead.

Fakong looked at the master in surprise.

Huineng nodded and repeated, "Yes, there are only dead people."

Fakong suddenly understood.

He came to Huineng, cleaned the firewood on the ground with both hands, and then knelt down.

"Please help me."

At this time, next to cell No. 1, Wu Rong and others were listening intently. When they heard Fakong speak, Wu Rong began to smile and didn't take it seriously, but soon he realized something that Huineng had something in his words, which had been writing about the word "death".

Oops, not good.

Wu Rong stomped his feet and hurriedly ran to the door of the cell.

At this time, in cell No. 1, Huineng used all his strength in his palm and chanted the Buddha's name again, "Amitabha, how good it is!"

Fakong replied, "Please take care of your master."

Then, slowly closed his eyes.

Bang.

With a dull sound, Huineng hit the magic sky spiritual cover with a hard palm.

Fakong's body became soft and he collapsed weakly.

The brave Fa Kong died in the hands of his master without hesitation.

Huineng looked at Fakong lying on the ground and shook his head slightly.

Tears were spinning in my eyes.

"Fa Kong, Fa Kong, don't blame the master for being ruthless. Being a master is also a helpless move."

After Huineng finished speaking, he used all his strength to slapped his Tianling Gave hard on his right palm.

Bum, a dull sound.

Huineng also fell down.

At this time, Wu Rong also arrived.

Looking at the master and apprentice lying on the ground, Wu Rong sighed helplessly, "Oh, why are you doing this?"

Wu Rong never expected that Huineng and his disciples would finally choose such a tragic ending.

Haitang, Cui Xinhai, Huineng, Fakong, all of them died one after another.

I worked for several days, but in the end I was in vain.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

Everything seemed to be back to the beginning.

No, it cannot end like this. Wu Rong was unwilling to give up and was unwilling to give up.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to Prime Minister Song Jing.

Song Jing may be able to give himself some advice.

After listening to Wu Rong's situation introduction, Song Jing couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, great."
To be continued...