Chapter Three Hundred and Sixteenth Buddha Palm Suppresses the Enemy
"Those people took the medicine powder, even if they were not killed, they would definitely not survive within three sticks of incense afterwards. From this point of view, it is indeed a method of assassination by a dead soldier."
Shendu Peak.
In a Zen room.
This is the highest peak in the cave of Vajra Temple. It is magnificent and majestic, like a black giant beast, crawling on the ground, devouring the bright afterglow of backwardness. This is also the residence of the abbots of Vajra Temple in the past. It is the residence of Vajra Temple.
Where the real power lies.
At this moment, in the Zen room.
Heads rolled all over the ground, and the blood stains were still mottled. The floor tiles were stained in a mess, one red and one white. It didn't look like a Buddhist place of cleanliness, but it had the atmosphere of a gathering of righteousness in the green forest, full of gangsterism.
The monks crowded into the Zen room, lowered their heads respectfully, and sat around several small wooden tables.
The abbot took a tea cup, took a sip, turned his head, and smiled leisurely at the monks:
"These three houses of Xiaoqing Palace have already become annexes of Landa Temple. It's ridiculous that we didn't realize it and still allowed them to enter the Dharma assembly. It is really a shame in front of the world!"
"It's my fault..."
A Toutuo, who had a big python wrapped around his waist and a face covered with mysterious tattoos, scratched his buttocks and regretted: "It was my negligence that allowed Beichen's dog to take advantage of it!"
"How can you allow others to snore and sleep on the side of the bed? But I can't blame you Ran Mian for this." The abbot shook his head: "Ran Mian, Ran Zhou, you two will go down the mountain tonight holding the Ming King Wheel. These three sects are determined to
Can’t stay any longer!”
"Disciple knows!"
Another monk stood up from his seat and stood respectfully. Then Mian and him looked at each other and nodded to each other.
There was a sound of mourning in the Zen room, and it was extremely calm. Baizhu, who was sandwiched in the middle, had dull eyes and stared at the beam above the room without saying a word.
I want to die! I want to die! I want to die!!!
I don’t want to live anymore!
When he thought of the black-faced Toutuo who had just realized enlightenment in public and how everyone looked at him, Bai Shu wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide.
Yellow mud falls off the crotch, is it either shit or shit?
"What did I do wrong?" The cheek that was pulled hard is still a little painful. Baizhu covered his face and remained silent: "Is it the season of white albums again?"
"Xu Ming."
In his confusion, a voice suddenly woke him up. The abbot looked over with a smile and asked: "In your opinion, how should we deal with those people in Xiaoqing Palace?"
"Everyone has already made up his mind, so why bother asking me?" Baizhu shook his head: "I just find it novel..."
"novel?"
"This is the first time I was assassinated." Bai Zhu said sincerely: "It feels a bit strange."
"There will be more of these things in the future. You are novel now, but you will be bored in the future." Wu Xian on the side laughed dumbly: "I have been assassinated hundreds of times by Qing Shen Guan and others, big and small. When I came down the mountain, half of them
It was not until I hid in the Vajra Temple that I found some peace."
All the monks in the meditation room laughed, their murderous intent was dispersed, and the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.
"I just opened the two realms of Sumeru Formation, and the silk formation seal fell into your hands."
The abbot stretched out his hand and pointed, and the swastika in Baizhu's palm suddenly became hot: "With it here, you have nothing to worry about."
Bai Shu raised his palm, and the swastika in his palm was made up of countless tiny talisman lights connected together. It was dim and dark, but it was majestic. Bai Shu glanced at it and subconsciously turned his face away, his eyes feeling a little stinging.
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"I'm afraid this assassination is a little weird..." Bai Shu looked at the formation mark on his palm and said hesitantly: "That person from Xiaoqing Palace is not as good as King Kong. If he comes to kill me, it is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, but...
"
"Is it him?" The abbot smiled and said: "In the cave of Vajra Temple, there are only a group of fake five realms, not to mention only seven or eight. Even if he can create seven or eighty, he will just die in vain.
You are wondering why Landa Temple is like this?"
"Exactly."
"It's just to express an attitude. The last trace of respectability on the surface of the Northern and Southern Zen Buddhism will never be restored from now on."
The abbot shook his head: "Cixuan's intention is nothing more than to tell the world, or in other words, he risked offending Cizai to sound a warning to my old friend that Landuo Temple has really begun. It's not just you,
There is no obvious truth, but the truth...you people should also be more careful."
Cixuan was the younger brother of Cizai, the abbot of Landuo Temple, and one of the rare monks in Landuo Temple who had no prejudice against Vajra Temple.
He advocated the merging of the northern and southern Zen channels, and had been working on this for several years, but according to the current situation, it was ultimately to no avail.
"What do you mean, abbot?" Wuxian frowned.
"I didn't kill Cixuan." The abbot smiled bitterly: "I have been an old friend for many years, but I can't do it after all. Before leaving, he told me that there was still something going on behind the scenes in Landa Temple, but he was excluded by Cizai and didn't know the real truth.
Reason."
"..." All the monks present frowned, with expressions of displeasure on their faces, but they did not say anything out loud.
"Go away, I've been guarding the mountain gate these days." The abbot saw the monks and gods in his eyes and said, "I have opened the Sumeru Formation in both realms, and everything is fine."
The monks hesitated for a moment, but then dispersed one after another. Before going out, Bai Shu hesitated to come to his senses, bowed to the abbot, and asked:
"Abbott, why don't you see the guru?"
"God's foot comes and goes without a trace. Who can find him?" The abbot put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "There is no need to worry. Just prepare for the next Dharma ceremony calmly. I am responsible for everything!"
"...Understood." Although he had doubts in his heart, Bai Shu nodded and bowed back: "Then the disciple has resigned."
"Let's go!"
The abbot waved his hand, and after the shadow had gone away, he touched the ray of light in his sleeves. After a long silence, he suddenly laughed bitterly.
"Where is the boundary in this sea of misery in this world?"
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now.
In the sky above a primitive mountain range, thousands of trees trembled, and the earth shook crazily, as if there was a violent and ferocious ancient dragon hidden underneath. It was obviously white, but it was so black that you couldn't see your fingers.
Boom!!!Boom!!!Boom!!!
Above the sky——
Countless divine thunders converged into a vast sea of thunder. It absorbed all the light and skylight, and was so incandescent that it was terrifying! In the sea of thunder that was unknown for hundreds of miles over there, there were several unimaginably huge dharma images, swaying their magical powers wantonly.
, sound the great sound of destruction that destroys all things in the world!
"Guanghui, you dare to kill me?!"
A creature with golden wings and an astonishingly huge roar roared repeatedly. The single eye on his forehead kept emitting chaotic light. He tried his best to resist, but was still pressed down by Guang Hui's palm, and his body was beaten to pieces.
brush--
A ray of white light flew out, piercing through the sea of thunder like a torn paper. If you look closely, you will see that it is a small flying knife. The spirit in the knife holds the flying knife and pierces the void at will.
"You are seeking death on your own, so you can't blame me!"
In the sea of thunder, Guanghui, the magic-footed monk, waved his sleeves and trapped the sword. No matter how it rushed left and right, it could not escape.
Ignoring the dizzy look on the face of the master of the magical weapon opposite him, he sneered, flipped his fingers, and struck down with a palm!
“The Kingdom of Buddha is in the palm of your hand!”
