In the solemn Buddhist hall, incense mist floats, and two animal-head stoves are slowly emitting smoke.
In the Bayeux Palace, the monks on two sides had bruises and swollen faces, and they looked like they had been beaten severely.
The red-faced monk sitting in the cross-legged posture is calm and intimidating. He looks about forty years old, with a square face and a solemn expression.
Behind him, a huge red dragon was occupying the void, with a scaled armor faintly revealed from the red mist.
Red Dragon...
Baizhu, who followed Xu Yan and approached Baye Palace, felt his heart tremble and quickly lowered his head.
Wu Xian once mentioned in a casual conversation that Wu Huai, the abbot of Fengshan Temple, practiced the Red Dragon Heart Sutra, and his state of mind was quite profound.
Looking at the huge red dragon whose body almost squeezed through the palace, the monk in front of him suddenly felt helpless.
"Xu Guang, where is Xu Xing?"
At this time, the red-faced monk suddenly glanced around and said calmly: "Why haven't you seen them yet?"
"Report to the teacher."
After a moment, among the injured monks, a gray-robed monk with a bump on his head, like a Buddha wearing a bun on his head, came out. He first bowed and bowed, and then spoke:
"Xu Guang was raped by Wu Hui...Uncle Master. He was beaten so hard by Master Wu Hui before he left that he couldn't get out of bed. He is still resting in the monk's room. He asked me to ask for leave from the teacher."
Wuhui...
Bai Shu was stunned and realized that Wu Hui had already left.
Judging from the names the monks of Fengshan Temple gave him, Wuhui seemed to have a close friendship with them, but he didn't know what the grudges between the two were.
"What about Xu Xing?"
The red-faced monk showed no expression on his face, as if he was not surprised.
"Xu Xing..." The gray-robed monk choked in his throat and looked strange.
"Xu Xing said that he was busy meditating on the Buddha's great enlightenment and that he only had a few moments before he could achieve the supreme perfection."
"He also asked you to ask for leave from me?"
"No." The monk in gray replied honestly:
"The disciple knocked on the door, but he ignored him and asked him if he wanted to take a leave of absence. He didn't say anything in vain. He only said that the teacher would understand him."
"I understand." The red-faced monk remained expressionless: "When you go back, you can beat him for me, a little harder."
"Disciple understands!"
The gray-robed monk was delighted and happily returned to the queue.
On the side, Bai Shu couldn't understand the meaning of Yunshan Mist, but Xu Yan smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits. It was obvious that he was deeply involved in Samadhi.
"Baizhu?"
Suddenly, Wu Huai stood up slowly and shouted in a deep voice.
"The disciple is here."
Bai Shu bowed and bowed.
"Wu Hui Wu Xian entrusts you to me." The red-faced monk said without a smile, "Are you willing to follow me in practice?"
finally come……
Bai Shu clenched his fists, feeling unbearably excited. In the past half month, there was no news at all. Even Xu Yan, who came to deliver the meal, was a little confused.
Even though they didn't have anything concrete to say before, when things got to this point, they just sat in the room every day, unable to move freely.
Even he himself can't help but feel anxious.
Bai Shu was also worried that something had gone wrong, which was why Wu Huai refused to summon him.
But after all, there was no way out, and even Xu Yan didn't know it very well. He had to endure it and continue to hone his martial arts day after day.
He didn't know it, and he had no intention of polishing his character.
He used the water mirror to see every move he made clearly.
If Bai Shu knew, he should be secretly grateful.
He did not easily open the Four Treasures of the Mountain in Xuyan, nor did he make any indescribable actions towards them.
After half a month of anxiety, the result finally came to an end.
Baizhu's heart relaxed, as if a big stone had fallen to the ground.
"Disciple is willing."
Looking at the handsome young man prostrating himself on the ground, Wuhuai nodded with satisfaction.
"good."
There was a smile on his face, and then he looked solemn:
"After entering Buddhism, you should follow the ten precepts: 1. Do not kill, 2. Do not steal, 3. Do not practice the holy life, 4. Do not lie, 5. Do not wear garlands of flowers and like fragrance, 6. Do not have wrong views, 7. Do not Drinking alcohol, eight, not being angry, nine, not marrying, ten, not advocating heretics.
Let me ask you, can you keep these ten precepts?"
Ah, no... I can't take a wife...
A life without beauty and debauchery is still interesting after all...
Seeing Bai Shu nodding solemnly, with a resolute face, and chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice, I couldn't help but be filled with emotion.
It’s rare to find it is the Red Dragon Heart Sutra.
He recruited fourteen disciples in Fengshan. Except for Xu Ping and Xu Fa who died, the remaining twelve including Xu Yan practiced the Heart Sutra, and none of them practiced the Red Dragon Heart Sutra.
The Divine Foot Monk integrates the three religions and possesses ancient knowledge. The Red Dragon Heart Sutra he created directly points to the path of human immortality. It is extremely sublime, but at the same time, it is also extremely difficult.
If you are not careful, if you make a slight mistake in the Red Dragon Tribulation, the fire in your heart will rise from within, and your body will become charred in an instant.
Every Red Dragon Tribulation is a life and death.
Wu Xian and others discovered Baizhu in Fenyin and sent him to Fengshan, which meant that he would inherit Wu Huai's mantle.
"If your thoughts are sincere, there will be pure land everywhere."
Wu Huai stretched out his hand, touched Baizhu's head, and suddenly roared like a lion:
"From today onwards, your Dharma name will be false!"
The Bayeux Palace was shaken with rustling sounds, and the dense fragrance mist was all expelled out of the palace by the sound waves.
Behind Wu Huai, the majestic and sinister red dragon also roared. The roar of the dragon shook the Jiuyuan and could be heard for hundreds of miles. It frightened the wild beasts in the mountains to lose their footing. The two groups fought and knelt down one after another. land.
"good!"
"Great kindness!"
"What a thief!"
"So kind!"
The monks lined up on both sides were all chattering and making noises, making the Bayeux Palace noisy.
At this moment, Bai Zhu's eyes were a little dull. He stared at the floor tiles, speechless.
Bald, bald, really bald...
The moment Wu Huai's palm touched his head, a burst of heat suddenly spurted out from his palm.
The thick black hair turned brown and curled in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a shiny bald head.
round……
Bai Shu reached out his hand involuntarily and tried to touch his head.
My bald head is so round...
"There are always demonic sounds raging under the Demon Suppressing Archway."
When he was in a complicated mood, Wuhuai took off the prayer beads from his wrist and handed them to Baizhu.
"This is a magic weapon I specially made after Xu Ping and Xu Fa's incident."
Wu Huai sighed and shook his head slightly: "Wear it on your body every day, and you can walk in the mountains normally without being disturbed by the magic sound."
"Thank you Master!"
Bai Shu, who was a little disappointed at first, lowered his head and took it. He put away the Buddhist beads and pearls and thanked him seriously.
When you start to touch it, there is a rough wooden touch, but it inexplicably makes your heart become clearer. The pure and peaceful Zen feeling slowly washes away on the beads.
"Now that the ritual has been completed, it's time to choose the method."
Wuhuai slowly spoke:
"But before choosing a method, I have to consult you for a while."
The red-faced monk chuckled lightly and said to the confused young monk:
"Xu Ming, tell me, my master, what is the relationship between you and Dazheng, the new heavenly official?"
