I stared at the cup of tea in front of me, would it be poisonous? Or was it a pest? Are you too careless when you came alone?

"Little brother, don't panic. I'm so old, I won't harm you." The old monk seemed to understand Zhang Ying's thoughts, and first comforted him. Then he raised his glass and took a sip of tea.

Seeing this, Zhang Ying could only raise a glass to drink tea, after all, her momentum could not be weak.

"My little brother comes from a Taoist sect and knows little about me Buddha." said the old monk.

Zhang Ying nodded and agreed with the old monk's statement.

"Haha, Buddhism and Taoism are all methods of practice, but the 'qi' of practice is different." The old monk smiled. "Do you know which qi in this world has the most?"

What air is the most? The air is the most! Zhang Ying complained in his heart, but he knew that this air is not the other air. He really didn't know which air is the most. In his perception, the air between heaven and earth is almost the same, and it is quite sparse.

"I don't know! The most 'anger' in the world is 'popularity'." The old monk said with a smile.

Zhang Ying looked at the old monk with his mentally retarded eyes, and the old monk teased me! The old monk smiled and said, "This is the biggest difference between my Buddhism and your Taoism. Taoism practices real objects, and Buddhism practices virtual objects. The 'qi' that Taoism practices are derived from specific real objects, such as 'gold qi' comes from metal, 'wood qi' comes from plants, 'water qi' is born from water, and the 'earth qi' is born from the origin of 'earth qi'. All of these 'qi' are confirmed by physical objects."

"But we in Buddhism are not like this. Since all things in the world are composed of qi, are these emotions formed by human joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow, and separation, and are these feelings formed by qi?" asked the old monk.

Zhang Ying thought about it and said that human emotions are the product of human brain activities. In some theories, these are also "real things". But this theory is too outrageous and not many people agree. I just didn't expect that people in this world would actually think of this.

"Of course these are also composed of 'qi'! But they are all branches of 'popularity'. They are all produced by humans. In fact, animals can also produce them, but the amount is small and plants are said to have them, but they are produced for too long and too little. The latter two are basically ignored." The old monk asked and answered.

"The first person to achieve enlightenment with 'popularity' is my Buddhist ancestor. He did not have the qualifications to practice, but he was unwilling to give up and always thought about how to embark on the path of cultivation. With his talent, he actually found a path for him to use 'popularity' to practice."

"This 'popularity' is derived from people, and naturally has a high affinity for people, and it is also low in risk of practicing. People without qualifications can also cultivate it. Moreover, popularity comes from people. As long as there are many people, they can practice, and they don't consume much resources. When you hear this, do you think this is the most perfect path to practice?"

The old monk said with a smile. Zhang Ying nodded unconsciously. He remembered his tireless efforts to absorb the "golden energy". The disciples of Huju Temple embarked on a arduous journey to cultivate their merits.

"This popularity can be generated as long as there are many people. We can only choose one kind of popularity to practice. In my Tianzhu Temple lineage, we choose joy. Good joy. As long as people are happy, they will be joyful. The happier the more joyful you are, the more happiness you have, and there is no limit to joy!"

Zhang Ying understood it immediately. The so-called "popularity" is the emotional qi of a person, not the body odor produced by people... but the qi produced by intense inner activities. Of course, there is no upper limit for this kind of thing. The more intense the brain activity, the more this qi...

The person who thought of this at the beginning was really a genius... He was also a genius who could truly use this to practice. He knelt down for such a great god.

Therefore, there are stages everywhere in Jinzhu City, crosstalk, opera, juggling and amusement everywhere. Anyway, it can make everyone happy and make the joy rise!

"This Buddhist practice method is really amazing!" Zhang Ying sighed.

"This is a demonic path." Suddenly, the old monk said in a shocking voice, and Zhang Ying was stunned.

"Popularity is derived from people. Although it is easy for us to absorb, it is too easy to affect people. We are absorbers, and there are so many joys in my body. Am I also boundless joy?"

After hearing this, Zhang Ying nodded. This is normal. He absorbed the "golden energy" and practiced. His magic power was characterized by the "golden energy", which was sharp, strong and cold. This monk absorbed joy, so naturally the magic power would have joy. Joy is produced by the brain and should be combined with them more deeply.

"That is too much, and those who are addicted to this path will eventually be buried in this path. If we indulge in joy, we will eventually die of joy. At this time, joy is no longer a resource for practice, but a poison for practice. The more we absorb, the faster we die." The old monk sighed.

"On my Buddhist path, I practice with popularity, but I cannot indulge in popularity. I must maintain a normal mind, have a transcendent state, and uphold one mind, so that I will not be affected by popularity, and can use popularity to practice without being enslaved by popularity. Only in this way can I not die on the path of practice and achieve success in my practice."

At this time, a Buddhist verse, "The body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror platform. Wipe it frequently and do not cause dust." It emerged from Zhang Ying's mind.

The old monk continued: "It is easy to say, but it is difficult to do. Although we read Buddhist scriptures and keep our original hearts in mind and forget our nature when we see feelings, how many fellow practitioners die under the influence of popularity. Without great wisdom and great perseverance, we cannot achieve perfect cultivation."

"It is difficult and difficult to immerse it in it, but it is difficult to be immersed in it, and it is difficult! This is a magical path!" said the old monk with difficulty.

"At the peak of our Tianzhu Temple, there were three wizards, more than seventy monks, and hundreds of boys. Now, the wizards have passed away, and there are only three wizards left. Two boys."

"I don't dare to practice now, for fear of dying suddenly as I practice. The inheritance of my Tianzhu Temple cannot be cut off from me!"

Zhang Ying was silent. If the way of cultivation is not advanced, he will retreat. It is obviously very dangerous for the old monk to do this.

"So..." The old monk looked at Zhang Ying.

"So what?" Zhang Ying asked strangely.

"So can you stay and take care of a few disciples and junior brothers for me?" the old monk asked with a smile.

Zhang Ying sneered: "If you don't want to, how will you stay?"

"Of course I'm forcibly staying." The old monk put away his smile and looked cold.

"Looking for death!" Zhang Ying slapped the table because he had already smelled a soft and fragrant wind.

"It's too late!" the old monk said lightly.

The fragrance came, and Zhang Ying suddenly felt a sense of peace and joy. An inexplicable happiness appeared in her heart. The old monk in front of her seemed to be an old friend. She felt happy when she saw him, and it was the joy of reunion of old friends.

‘It shouldn’t be thick, it’s not good, it’s not good.’ The sword energy condensed in Zhang Ying’s hand dispersed, and a smile appeared on his face as soon as he touched it. He had to agree to the old monk’s words.

The old monk also laughed. No matter how strong a person is, he cannot object to his own. Being a guardian of Tianzhu Temple will bring endless happiness and endless joy!

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At this moment, a huge tiger roar rang in the temple. This tiger roar not only made the houses in the temple tremble, but also made Zhang Ying feel a little clear.

His psychic tiger felt something wrong and began to save himself!

With a "clang", the gate of the side hall was knocked open by a giant tiger, and the Red Tide rushed in, and there was a roar in Zhang Ying's ear!

"Okay, okay! I'm back! My ears are about to be deaf!" Zhang Ying touched Chi Chao's tiger's head with disgust, feeling scared. He almost found the old monk's words!

Fortunately, he is not familiar with Huju Temple, and he doesn't know that Huju Temple is always a man and a tiger! If he knew, he would definitely invite the tiger to chat today!

A thick voice came from outside the broken door: "Master! You're okay, Master!" The Zhuang monk appeared outside the door with a machete in his hand. The little monk also appeared behind him with a broom. The cold monk appeared next to the side hall.

"Senior brother, I just said this is not OK. Just be tough, what's the point!" The cold monk said, then pushed his palm and another fragrance came.

They still ignored the Red Tide and thought that the Red Tide was an ordinary tiger. It was a beast that the monk Zhang Ying conquered from the mountains.

The fragrance hit Zhang Ying, Chi Chao let out a low roar, and suddenly a sword energy was spit out of his mouth. The sword energy flew out like white silk, instantly cutting off the cold monk's arm, and flew a few feet away.

The cold monk was shocked, but a smile appeared on his face immediately. He seemed to feel no pain, but just lit a few times on the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Ha, this is a good beast, so there are all Dharma protectors and Dharma protector spirit beasts in the temple!" The cold monk smiled and suddenly spoke the scriptures. The sculptures in the side hall were immediately alive! They all jumped off the platform next to them!

This is a partial hall, where there are many statues similar to Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats. Now these statues are moving and pounce on Chi Chao and Zhang Ying.

Chi Chao repeatedly exhaled sword energy from his mouth. These sword energy hit the statue, only bursts of white ash, and the statue could not be damaged at all!

The old monk behind also sighed and took out a wooden fish and knocked it on.

The sound of 'dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong' sound made Zhang Ying feel nauseous and dizzy again.

Seeing the sculpture coming with a big sword and axe, Zhang Ying didn't expect that a small piece of brocade appeared on his head. The brocade suddenly unfolded, and pearl lights shone out.

"Ah! My eyes!" shouted in a thick voice, but the monk was burned with his eyes. He was just an ordinary person who was not a good starter, and he had just trained his muscles and had no ability to resist pearl light at all.

"Looking for death!" The cold monk was no longer cold now, his tone was a little anxious, and he recited the spell faster. The statues slashed at Zhang Ying without hesitation.
Chapter completed!