If you don't listen to Buddhism, why don't you give me some punches?
This is very consistent with the Buddhist temperament!
The middle-aged monk who spoke had a kind face, and his brows were full of compassionate Buddha nature. However, his clasped palms were powerful, as if he would strike someone to death at any time.
And there are hundreds of monks like him here.
Five hundred monks!
Just like the five hundred Arhats in the Western Paradise, except that these five hundred monks are not the real Western Heaven Arhats.
They were the monks who practiced in the temples at the foot of Fuyun Mountain in the past.
no more, no less.
Exactly five hundred.
Among them, Xu Zhu was the first to know Ye Qingyun, Xu Lu, the former great demon king of the demon clan, and the Holy Son of the Jade Buddha, who was once the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
These acquaintances are among them.
In this regard, Long Da and the others were no longer surprised or surprised.
From the first trial until now, everyone I have met is an old acquaintance, and I have already guessed that this trial must be inextricably linked to Fuyun Mountain.
No wonder.
"There is a futon here, please take a seat."
The middle-aged monk pointed to the futons placed in the Buddhist hall and said.
But in the eyes of everyone, what was placed on the ground was not a futon at all, but a pool of hideous and terrifying flesh and blood.
I don't know what creature these flesh and blood were cut from, and they were just placed on the ground haphazardly.
The pools of flesh and blood were still squirming slightly, looking extremely disgusting and weird.
"Are you sure these are futons?"
The Decepticon couldn't help but ask.
"A futon is a futon, but if you are in a different state of mind, the futon you see will look different."
The middle-aged monk said with a smile.
Looking at his expression, the five sacred beasts couldn't help but think of Huikong.
However, in comparison, Huikong's smile is more sincere and kind. The smile of the monk in front of him always
There is a feeling of malicious intent.
"Just sit down."
Yang Dingtian didn't care, and walked directly to the flesh and blood futon at the front of the Buddhist hall, and then sat down like a human being.
It also looked back proudly, as if to show off that it was sitting in the frontmost position.
It seems that for Yang Dingtian, sitting at the front also symbolizes that he is the most powerful.
Long Da and the other four did not hesitate, and each sat on the flesh and blood futon.
The ancient god boss hesitated for a moment and sat down as well.
The remaining twenty or so ancient warriors looked at each other, as if they were very afraid of the strange scene in front of them.
Don't dare to act rashly.
But seeing that the five sacred beasts and the ancient god boss were sitting down, nothing happened, so they had no choice but to sit down one after another.
But sitting on the flesh and blood futon, it felt really uncomfortable.
Those ancient strong men felt particularly uneasy, and from time to time they would glance at the flesh and blood futon beneath them.
"If you keep your mind calm and keep your nature, you will have enlightenment."
The middle-aged monk spoke again.
Everyone also did as he said.
But I don't know why, I can't calm down at all when I am in this place, and I feel the squirming of the flesh and blood cushion under my body, and my mind is always full of thoughts.
This is true even for ancient experts such as Lian Qingming, the Twins of Creation, the Golden Hammer User, and the Blood Knife User.
My mind seemed to be affected by some strange and unpredictable force.
And the longer you sit cross-legged on the flesh and blood futon, the more obvious this effect will become.
Some people had their eyes closed tightly, with a look of pain on their faces.
Some people stared angrily and kept making weird low growls.
Some people looked dull and muttered some strange words.
Weird words.
These people seem to have become obsessed and have fallen into a situation where they cannot protect themselves.
And in their eyes, this place is no longer a Buddhist temple, but a strange and terrifying place.
In their eyes, the majestic Buddha statue seemed to have turned into a twisted and weird piece of flesh with a ferocious mouth.
One after another, ancient creatures fell into this state of demonic confusion.
And those who can withstand the influence of this strange force are currently only the strongest ones. ??
The ancient god boss clenched his fists with a painful expression on his face, as if he was resisting the influence of that force on himself.
But in the end, I still couldn't resist it.
His expression suddenly became painful and desperate, and he kept calling for his brothers and sisters.
It seemed that the ancient god boss once again witnessed the tragic situation of his younger brother and sister dying in front of him.
"elder sister!!!"
Lian Qingming, who was not far away, also screamed at the top of his lungs and kept grabbing forward with his hands.
I wanted to grab something, but there was nothing.
The Taiyan Holy Robe on his body shimmered slightly, seeming to be comforting Lian Qingming.
Perhaps it was because of the power of the Taiyan Saint Robe that Lian Qingming quickly woke up from his dazed state.
He opened his eyes suddenly, a look of astonishment on his face.
Looking around, Lian Qingming realized what he had just experienced.
"elder sister"
Lian Qingming murmured to himself, Taiyan's holy robe seemed to have spirituality, gently brushing Lian Qingming's cheek.
Just like his sister, Saint Taiyan, is still alive and caressing her brother's face.
"The donor possesses a rare treasure, and this treasure contains the bond between loved ones, so the donor can understand it clearly."
The middle-aged monk came to Lian Qingming and spoke calmly.
practice
Qing Ming looked up at the middle-aged monk, then looked down at the futon beneath him.
It has returned to its original futon appearance, no longer the fleshy and ferocious appearance before.
He seemed to be the first person to truly regain his clarity, and everything he saw was no different from a normal Buddhist hall.
"I knew exactly what I was doing from the beginning."
"Even without the Taiyan Saint Robe, I can still wake up."
Lian Qingming said coldly.
The middle-aged monk nodded, "Yes, the benefactor is determined, has little confusion in his heart, knows his future direction, and has experienced unimaginable changes, so he can withstand the test of this Heart Refining Buddhist Hall."
"However, among all the living beings in the world, there are too few people who can be like the donor."
The middle-aged monk looked at the other people in the temple with an emotional expression.
"Even if their cultivation is all-encompassing, how many people can face their own hearts and strengthen their beliefs?"
"Even if they have the power to surpass others, they will never be able to surpass their inner selves throughout their lives."
Having said this, the middle-aged monk looked at Lian Qingming happily.
"The donor surprised the poor monk. This test in the Heart Refining Temple is no longer necessary for the donor."
"I also hope that the donor can be firm in his heart and continue to follow his heart."
Lian Qingming nodded and suddenly asked, "So I am the first to complete this trial?"
"no."
The middle-aged monk answered directly.
"No? Wasn't I the first to wake up?"
Lian Qingming was startled and couldn't help asking.
But I saw the middle-aged monk pointing to the front of everyone.
Lian Qingming looked where he pointed and saw Yang Dingtian sitting on the futon with an impatient look on his face, swaying left and right, seemingly unable to sit still.