"Amitabha, I have always convinced people with my virtue. Today I only eat one of your arms, which is already a sign of respect for Kutuo Temple."
Zhu Bajie's fat head trembled all over his body, and he said in an angry voice.
The environment returned to normal. If it weren't for the little metaphysics monk who lost an arm, everyone would have thought that everything that just happened was an illusion.
"Eight Realms!"
"Pick up your ears!"
Tang Sanzong looked at Zhu Bajie and said with a gloomy expression.
"Yes, master!"
Zhu Bajie's ears drooped down, he stretched out a pig's paw and made a move with his hand, and an ear broke out of the ground and stuck back again.
"Who else!"
"No fight, no fight!"
"We at Kutuo Temple have already lost three battles, and there is no point in continuing the fight. Buddhist monks are most taboo about being brave and ruthless, and will never judge a hero based on success or failure!"
Master Xuanku of Kutuo Temple adjusted his breathing and recovered a lot. His eyes looked at Tang Sanzang and others with awe in their eyes.
It seems that Tang San is the master and the other three are his apprentices, but it seems that each of these apprentices are stronger than him, the abbot of Kutuo Temple?
If he could be the master of these three monsters, what kind of cultivation level would Tang Sanzong be in?
They are all instant kills with one move, and there is no way to tell the difference. Is this monk from the Eastern Land so strong in cultivation?
"I don't plan on it anymore, my butt is rotten!"
Sha Wuwu was a little depressed. He had put down the pole and was just waiting to show off his skills, so he could only pick up the pole at his feet again with resentment.
"Amitabha, what Abbot Xuanku said is right. Although Wu Bian is fighting with each other, he is also accumulating experience in actual combat and learning from each other's strengths. The result is not important. What is important is the scenery along the way. It is not easy to achieve this level of enlightenment!"
The Dragon Subduing Arhat nodded, quite approving of what Master Xuanku said.
This clearly shows favoritism and protection of shortcomings. Although the final result was that the four-person group from Dongtu won, it gave people the feeling that they had won the game and lost their lives.
In one sentence, it was worthless to criticize Tang Sanbian and others for their murderous aura and eagerness to fight. On the contrary, the monk of Kutuo Temple, who was instantly killed by one move, had a good understanding.
"Yes, yes, the masters at Kutuo Temple understand the subtleties of Buddhism on a daily basis and don't care about their skinny bodies. It's really admirable!"
"Amitabha, I really want to go to Kutuo Temple to discuss scriptures and classics with the masters. I'm afraid I will benefit a lot!"
"Good, great good!"
The other monks also kept flattering him, as if they really admired him from the bottom of their hearts.
The monks of Kutuo Temple also borrowed poles to climb up and said with a smile. They cheered as if they were the winners. The Dongtu quartet was left aside and no one cared about them.
"Next group!"
The Subduing Dragon Arhat said expressionlessly.
The Tian group and the Earth group were not arranged based on strength, but they drew number cards and competed based on luck. Groups of monks got on giant futons.
Then they faced off against each other and fought.
The sand and stones were flying, the scene was grand, Buddha's light overflowed, and the power of faith swept across, making the monks involuntarily stare at everything in front of them with their eyes wide open.
These are all tricks performed by masters, which are rarely seen in daily life and are very precious experiences.
Li Xiaobai looked at it in a daze. The system automatically blocked the power of faith and blocked all pressure. In his opinion, the colorful lights on the stage were dazzling, making him dizzy and even a little sleepy.
I yawned and suddenly heard a familiar name in my ears.
"Buddhism, I forgot, I came here to observe all the masters!"
I don't know when a monk in blue floated over and landed on the corner of the futon. His face was calm and he was watching everything in the field quietly.
The monks fell silent instantly, and the two monks who had been fighting fiercely and anxiously stopped in unison, staring blankly at the monk in the corner.
"The monk in blue, personally taught by Lord Buddha!"
"It's Zen Master Sleepy, Master Wang!"
“It’s really incredible that a direct disciple of the Lord Buddha would appear on this Buddhist debate stage!”
"Amitabha, if that's the case, isn't it true that Lord Buddha has been paying attention to the Buddhist Debate Platform? Just now, all our performances were caught in his eyes?"
The faces of the monks were ecstatic, and there was even a trace of madness in the depths of their eyes. They believed in Buddhism all the year round and received the baptism of the power of faith. Rather than saying that Buddhism is their faith, it is better to say that the Lord Buddha is the faith in their hearts.
They devoted themselves to practice and worked hard to gain enlightenment, just to get closer to Lord Buddha. Unexpectedly, their efforts were not in vain, Lord Buddha was really paying attention to them!
Knowing this makes all the hardships along the way worth it!
"Master!"
When Ma Niubi in the audience saw this, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Li Xiaobai and became a little excited.
"Yes, it is indeed him. He is forgetful, but his expression is wrong. There is no light in his eyes!"
Li Xiaobai held down the excited Ma Niubi and said coldly.
Although the forgetful monk once had the same dull and dull expression, now his eyes are unfocused, more like hollow than dull.
This is not the forgetfulness he is familiar with, more like a walking corpse.
Obviously, the other party has been saved by the power of faith. Without the system, and listening to the teachings under the seat of the Buddha, of course he has been saved clearly.
"Amitabha, how come Master Wang has the time to come here?"
"But what instructions does my Buddha have?"
The Dragon Subduing Arhat looked at Wang Wang with eyes full of evil, and was obviously hostile.
Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger, as the right-hand man of the Buddha, was full of hostility towards the newly promoted Lord Buddha.
"Amitabha, I have no instructions. It's just that the young monk has always been lax and feels that his sins are serious. Therefore, he came here today to experience the teachings of all the masters and to examine himself and wake up!"
The forgotten monk said calmly.
"Masters, continue without taking care of the little monk."
"Or perhaps, the young monk comes to ask the masters for advice, hoping that the masters can teach the young monk how to behave!"
The forgotten monk said softly, and with one sentence, the whole place was shocked and fell into silence.
Saying the harshest words in the calmest tone is definitely not a kind thing.
Li Xiaobai squinted his eyes in the audience. According to the previous news, it has been two hundred years since Wang came to the Pure Land of Paradise. Logically speaking, ordinary monks cannot achieve very high achievements after practicing for two hundred years.
But for being able to be accepted as a direct descendant by the Lord Buddha, it is obvious that he is a person with unparalleled qualifications and cannot be studied regularly.
It is very likely that he has reached the level of abbot.
"I am a monk who wants to knock on the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. This Master Wang is here to let us recognize ourselves. It seems that Lao Na and others are indeed paid attention to by the Buddha. It is a pity that he let him
Disappointed!"
The eminent monk of Lingyin Temple had a look of repentance on his face as he slowly uttered these words.