Chapter 247 The Buddha is sincere not to deceive me
In the originally empty tent, in addition to Governor Ranxu, there were three more figures at this moment.
As soon as Bai Shufu stepped into the tent, his full attention was attracted by the man in gray cloth robes in the middle of the three people.
"Master, uncle?"
He was wearing a gray shirt, which was surprisingly clean and free of oil stains. Looking around again, he saw that the nails on his usually greasy hands were also neatly trimmed for the first time.
head……
No, he has no hair anymore.
The long, greasy hair was all trimmed cleanly, and what came into view was a huge and bright bald head.
He wears jade on his waist and wears a pair of apparently newly made mango shoes. If he gets closer, there is even a faint smell of incense wafting from the man's body.
"Uncle Master..."
Bai Shu murmured to himself: "You are not possessed by a ghost, are you?"
Wuhui...
The man in gray cloth robe was Wu Hui, whom he met for the first time in Fenyin City, escorting him across the Tongjiang River to Fengshan Temple!
Just now...
No matter how Bai Shu looked, he could not see the shadow of the slovenly monk from the past in this tall and tall gray-robed monk with spring-like eyes.
Is this the eighteenth transformation of women?
Buddha never deceives me.
"Get lost." Wuhui turned his head and spoke in a warm voice.
"Uncle Master, why are you here?" Bai Shu hid a few steps back, escaping Wuhui's big hand touching his head: "Why is your hair gone?"
"Damn it, bad luck, I met a tough guy when I went down the mountain last time."
Wu Hui took a breath and looked stern:
"Buddha lost all his fucking clothes. In order to avoid disaster, he had to change his appearance. Tiedan, I will tell you the truth. If you hadn't met the brothers in the temple halfway, you would have come to offer incense to me next year."
"Uncle Master, give me some face." Baizhu's mouth twitched: "Don't call me Tiedan now, my name is Baizhu!"
"Who could beat you like that?"
Seeing Wuhui's current appearance, Baizhu couldn't help but be a little curious.
Wu Hui has the third level of vajra cultivation. He is proficient in medicine, stone medicine, and is a world-famous master of medicine. He also comes from a holy land. Regardless of his magical powers and foundation, he is the best choice.
Even Baizhu now has no confidence that he can defeat him.
The third level of vajra is already the state of condensing all things into one.
The above statement from the ancient Taoist sect is to consolidate one's destiny and initially enter the threshold of Taoism.
If you take the third level of Vajra one step further, you will break into the fifth realm of martial arts and become a great monk who rules the world and stands on the top of the mountain!
"A female Bodhisattva."
"ha?"
"I was playing in Yedu, and a sudden rush of waves accidentally collided with the carriage of the female Bodhisattva, causing her and several maidservants to fall into the lake."
Wu Hui grimaced and spread his hands helplessly:
"I have a good reputation all my life, but I don't know which bastard has slandered me, making me look like a drunkard monk who wanders around and behaves mischievously."
"But you are." Baizhu interrupted.
"roll!"
Wuhui twitched the corner of his mouth: "I haven't even apologized yet, and that female Bodhisattva slashed me with a sword, without any regard for affection."
"Love, what love?"
Wuhui squinted his eyes and licked his lips in the direction of Governor Ranxu, and Baizhu immediately understood.
The little princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty was raised as a heir by Ran Xu from the Wei people in Yedu.
Speaking of which, I have met her several times.
When the Candle Ghost was wreaking havoc on the army, he once rescued her incarnation. However, Xuya seemed to have the intention to let the two form a marriage, but they were rejected by both parties.
Since then, the war has become more intense, and Baizhu rarely sees the figure wearing red armor.
"Is she pretty?" Suddenly, Baizhu asked out of nowhere.
The face of the little princess of Beiwei was covered in armor. It seemed that she had never seen her true face under the armor all this time.
"None of your business?" Wu Hui glanced at Bai Shu: "You are a thieving monk, but you still care about swan meat?"
"...I'm just curious."
When Baizhu met Wuhui's old friend, the other two monks had unnatural expressions and seemed a little weird.
They were two old monks, both with white eyebrows and wrinkles on their foreheads, giving them a senile look.
"Is it really ignorance?" The old monk with the lion beads on his wrist raised his old eyes and asked Ran Xu on one side with his heartbeat.
"Junior Brother Ran Qing, you were beaten by him a few times back then. Why, you are right in front of your eyes and you still can't tell?"
However, he sat upright on the chair and blew on the tea, remaining calm and calm.
The old monk Ran Qing, who was wearing lion beads, had a twitching face and suddenly stopped talking.
"Exactly the same. Is there such a thing in this world?"
Another old monk with white eyebrows shook his head, his voice was muddy and filled with emotion.
"When the abbot told me, I still didn't believe it. I just thought that the idea of reincarnation was too ridiculous in this small world. Who could have imagined..."
Who could have imagined that the great Zen master who was so powerful in the past and almost unified the Buddhist lineage would reappear in front of the world alive after many years of death.
Looking at that face, Ran Xu's hands were shaking violently and he could hardly hold the Golden Dragon Zen Staff.
“God bless me Vajra Temple!”
After a long while, he clasped his hands together and sighed heavily.
“God bless me Vajra Temple!”
Ran Xu and Ran Qing looked at each other and echoed.
"The results of karma and destiny are all in one drink and one peck!"
The old monk could no longer restrain his heart, and he no longer spoke with the sound of his heart. He laughed loudly to himself, with tears in his eyes, which made the heaven and earth rumble:
"Buddha will never deceive me!"
Bai Shu was shocked by the sudden laughter. He turned around and saw the endless joy on the faces of the two old monks, like savages who were about to starve to death when they saw cooked meat and almost devoured themselves alive.
"this……"
"I came here specifically for you." Wuhui patted Bai Zhu on the shoulder: "Although I don't know much about it, the fact that you have attained Vajra seems to have verified a long-held conjecture of theirs.
The entire Vajra Temple is waiting for you!"
"Baizhu!"
The old monk with the lion beads on his wrist exhaled and spoke loudly:
"Before the world existed, this nature already existed. When the world was broken, this nature was not broken. How could it be this nature?"
Bai Shu was slightly startled, but he still said: "The five aggregates and the four elements."
"This is bad, how can it be this nature?"
"The four major five aggregates."
"He's a good thief!"
The old monk who tied the lion beads was neither angry nor happy, he suddenly shouted loudly and grabbed Bai Zhu's face with one hand.
The air was instantly transformed into a chaotic air mass, and the void made a harsh scream. Endless evil energy spread across the surface, rumbling and rumbling. In the Bai Shu Yuan Shen, it seemed that a furious dragon suddenly rose from the deep abyss, fiercely
Bite it hard.
In a ten thousandth of a moment!!!
Up, down, in all directions, all possible variables, all trivial directions in the void, are firmly grasped by the old monk with one claw.
The piercing real murderous intention spread in the sky, and the huge sound waves shook the infinite energy, like a group of thunders exploding.
