As soon as the golden light descended from the clouds, Wuhui dispersed his true energy and walked out of the light.
In the hall, the red-faced monk's Qi rises and falls, like a sea tide that is constantly flooding and receding. Beside him, the turbid fire dragon slowly swims around the hall, with majestic scales. In the void, the pair of
His eyes were as bright as red lights.
This situation is like a picture of King Kong subduing demons.
Wuhui looked outside the hall for a long time before stepping through the door.
"Senior Brother Wuhuai!"
Wuhui laughed loudly and grabbed the majestic monk.
"Long time no see. Are you feeling well?"
"You are so noisy in the Buddhist hall, how unbecoming you are!"
Although the red-faced monk scolded him, there was a smile on his lips.
He unfolded his sleeves and put away all the strange phenomena outside his body, and the two brothers held up their arms and walked out of the door.
"Senior Brother Wuhuai, your cultivation level is getting higher and higher. Once you completely suppress the creature at the foot of Fengshan Mountain, I'm afraid you will break into the fifth realm."
A few hundred steps away from the palace, there is a large cliff. On the cliff, there is a large blue stone surrounded by seven or eight people.
Wuhui leaped up onto the bluestone and lay lazily on the stone, turning over comfortably.
Among the three hundred Zen monasteries, Wu Huai is the only Holy Land disciple who was born in the Vajra Temple.
He was ordered to suppress a creature at the foot of Fengshan Mountain, and he founded Fengshan Temple out of boredom.
He is originally a fourth-level Vajra, and as long as he completely digests the essence of the Fengshan creature, he will be able to break through the realm of life.
In the fifth realm, looking around the world, he is also a famous big shot.
Du Shaozhi, the pillar of the imperial dynasty, and the two holy officials of heaven and earth who existed in Dazheng ancient times, were only at the fifth level of cultivation.
"No way."
The red-faced monk Wu Huai sighed and sat down next to Wu Hui.
"The fifth realm is so difficult. I am satisfied if I can get a glimpse of its charm before sitting down and passing away."
Both of them were silent for a moment. The matter of cultivation, even if they were disciples of the Holy Land, was far from easy.
"Okay, let's not talk about this."
Wuhuai shook his head and smiled softly: "Did you send Baizhu here?"
"Exactly."
"He..." Wuhuai hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "What is his relationship with the elders in the temple?"
"What?" Wuhui, who was basking in the sun, didn't understand.
"A message came from the temple asking me to give him a Dharma name."
"Dharma name?"
"Dharma name."
"Dharma name?!"
Wu Hui screamed and jumped up, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"Are you crazy? Even if he is a disciple of the abbot, he has no Dharma name!"
The holy fruit of vast unconsciousness, the empty body is natural.
These ten characters are Dharma names that can only be used by monks who have joined the Vajra Temple.
Like the divine monk Guanghui, also like no manifestation, no obscurity, no conception...
Even the abbot's disciple who practices Zen in Qingyan Cave in Guzang County also has no Dharma name.
"What kind of method is this? There has never been such a precedent in the temple for thousands of years!"
Wu Hui muttered to himself and walked back and forth on the bluestone, his mind in a state of confusion.
Bai Shu's life experience has long been understood thoroughly and clearly. Wu Hui couldn't understand how the temple could break the thousand-year-old rules for him.
Could it be that the near-Dao body plus the Red Dragon Tribulation resulted in any special changes?
"Now that he has become my disciple, he is a monk of the 'Jue' generation." Wu Huai said in a light voice.
"Hearing instead is called intelligence, looking inwardly is called understanding, and self-defeating is called strong - He is only fourteen years old, but he is a near-Taoist, and he also has the red dragon, which is even more rare. As soon as he entered Buddhism, he was valued by the elders in the temple.
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I gave Baizhu the word "Jueming", which means that I hope he will not be arrogant and complacent, and always look inwards and reflect on himself."
"Rare, rare."
Wuhui shook his head repeatedly, with some emotion still on his face:
"When he first entered Buddhism, he already had such a distinguished status. Once this incident comes out, his reputation will spread all over the world..."
"No!"
Unexpectedly, Wuhuai suddenly shouted in a deep voice.
"What?" Wuhui was stunned.
"If he fails to pass the Shurangama Dharma Assembly, the word 'jueming' will not be his turn!"
Wu Huai's face turned red and his voice and look were sharp.
"He is only fourteen years old, what are the intentions of the elders in the temple, are they trying to kill him?!
Even if they are Xu Yan and Xu Xing, they are kind-hearted and don't do what they want. What about Baizhu? Who can guarantee that he will not become exaggerated!
It’s a good thing that a seed of Zen has been born. Now that he has entered my sect, he will not let others tell him what to do.
Even if he is the abbot, he can’t come!”
Wuhui was stunned, his throat rolled, his eyes flickered, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent.
He knew that his senior brother had always been fierce and upright, and if he started talking again, things would get out of hand.
"This matter..." Wuhui sighed, "Has the abbot agreed to this matter?"
"Um."
"What?"
This time, it was Wuhui's turn to be shocked.
"Although I agreed, the abbot ordered me to kill Du Longzi and use him to decorate the mountain gate."
Wuhuai made a sad face, his majestic red face wrinkled into a ball, he laughed at himself and shook his head:
"If I had known better, I would have just asked Baizhu to be called Jueming. It's just a Dharma name. For him, I would have been hurt a lot."
Du Longzi is a well-known heretic monk in the world. When he was young, he accidentally entered a dragon's nest and by chance, swallowed the dragon's milk.
His poison skills are strange and unpredictable. Wu Huai once competed with Du Longzi three times in a row, but they only won one, lost and tied.
It's not easy to kill him.
"I haven't thanked my junior brother yet."
Wu Huai suddenly became serious and bowed solemnly to Wu Hui beside him, with a solemn look on his face:
"This kind of Zen seed is the perfect candidate to inherit my mantle. I have troubled my junior brother a lot!"
"What are you being polite to me about?"
Wuhui was startled and rushed forward to help him up in panic: "You practice the Red Dragon Heart Sutra, so you are the most suitable person to teach him."
"What's more..." Wu Hui laughed and narrowed his eyes: "Senior Brother Wu Xian also contributed. If you want to thank him, you should thank him."
"I see."
Wuhuai nodded suddenly and jumped off the bluestone.
"I also prepared a box of thank-you gifts. Since junior brother can't use it, I'll personally give it to junior brother Wu Xian another day."
Behind him, Wu Hui, who was originally beaming with joy, suddenly turned stiff, like an eggplant beaten by frost. He raised his hand, looking like he was about to speak but hesitated.
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At this moment, Bai Shu, who was being carried by Xu Yan on the mountainside, didn't know.
He had just entered Fengshan for the first time and had been given the Dharma name of Kongang Temple. Even if only a few people knew it, in the end, it was a true Dharma name.
Xu Yan carried him and walked like flying. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this step had a lot to do with the seven-step lotus.
While he was thinking secretly, thoughts kept rising and dying in his mind, trying to deduce the origin of Xuyan's footwork.
After about half a stick of incense, Xu Yan suddenly stopped.
