"I only have one word of caution. If you don't want to enter Buddhism, you should stay away from these monks and don't have too much contact with them. Buddhism is so deep that it's really hard to fathom!"
The mountain god uttered words of warning that he would never utter in ordinary times, even though not far away, an unpredictable old monk was preaching.
Because he knew where the opportunity for the sentient beings in the mountains came from and who they came to. When he was seeking the Tao and seeking the Dharma, he didn't see any kind-hearted old monk teaching him the Dharma or sutras.
Of course, He could keep silent and accept these benefits directly. Anyway, the old monk who passed down the teachings didn't care about it anyway, and he had already been prepared to pay for it.
However, this move went against his original intention and was inconsistent with his will. It made him feel unhappy and difficult to relax, so he said these words even though he knew there was a risk of offending others.
"Thank you to the mountain god for your warning. Of course I don't want to enter Buddhism, nor do I want to come into contact with these bald donkeys. It's just that they want to kidnap my family dog in front of me. I can't just ignore it, even if it's
Even if the sword is put to his neck, I have to take my dog back!"
Feng Qing'an turned around and bowed seriously to the mountain god in front of him to express his gratitude.
"Then go ahead, young master!"
Glancing at the ancient sword hanging on Feng Qing'an's waist, the mountain god chuckled.
I don’t know if the old monk has cultivated some kind of Buddhist golden body, but even if he cultivates a golden body, he may not be able to block the edge of this sword.
"Um!"
The young man turned around and walked forward. He was not very big, but the sound of the Buddha echoed everywhere in the mountain forest. He passed by the rats, rabbits, tigers, wolves, roe deer and deer who were quietly listening to the Dharma. He walked to what looked like a small building.
The best location, indulge in the Zen sound of Montenegro.
"How long do you plan to stay here until I wake up?"
Feng Qing'an hated Hei Shan and kicked Hei Shan's hind legs hard. He had been training hard in the Netherworld for so long, and he couldn't stand it after being yelled at by an old monk.
Ouch~
The scolding from the soul contract, coupled with the slight pain in the body, Heishan, who was chasing the Golden Light Baolun and exploring its secrets, suddenly woke up. When he lowered his head, he happened to see Feng Qing'an beside him, staring at it with an expressionless face.
Ouch~
Black Mountain let out a whimper, and it instantly remembered the cause and effect, and understood how embarrassing its actions just now were, so the demon wolf became angry and cast a fierce gaze on the old monk.
"Shut up and stop howling!"
Looking at the birds and animals in the mountains around the old monk who were fascinated by the Buddhist scriptures, Feng Qingan kicked Heishan on the hind legs again and scolded him in the soul contract.
He may not like Buddhist scriptures, and Heishan may not listen to them, because they all have their own perfect methods of practice, but they cannot ruin the opportunities of the sentient beings in this mountain.
For these birds and beasts, this is a supreme opportunity that can change their future destiny. Feng Qingan has already understood this from the mountain god. Among them, those who listen to the Dharma are not like the mountain gods. They want the Dharma but cannot get it, and they have nowhere to go.
Find the little fairy.
"Follow me!"
Feng Qing'an glanced at the old monk sitting cross-legged among the flowers and grass, surrounded by Buddha's light. The old monk also raised his head at this moment, looked at him, smiled at him, and continued to turn his rosary beads and preach.
It seems that there is no surprise or surprise at his arrival. As a human being, Feng Qingan is also regarded as a member of all living beings in the mountain, and he treats each other equally.
Although he didn't want to have anything to do with Buddhism, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but admire in his heart when he saw the old monk in such a posture. He was indeed an accomplished monk.
Woo~
Heishan let out an almost inaudible whimper from his throat, and the huge demonic body suddenly transformed into a squatting wolfdog, only taller than Feng Qingan's waist.
"go back!"
Feng Qing'an did not wake up those wolf demons who were addicted to the Zen music. Since the mountain god said that there was no problem with the Buddhist practice taught by the old monk, he let them continue to listen, and the benefits they got were not in vain.
Although the Buddhist practice methods all have the meaning of salvation, and you can become a monk as long as you practice, but you have to practice to a certain level, and Buddhism does not require everything.
It doesn't mean you can enter Buddhism just by practicing Buddhism. If you want to be a monk, you must have real abilities that can be justified, otherwise people will not accept waste.
Feng Qing'an felt that it was unlikely that these hundreds of wolf demons would have cultivated themselves to the point where Buddhism would covet them without him taking action.
On the contrary, Heishan, who has the qualifications of a demon king, is definitely the object of the monk's covetousness. Not to mention the Buddhists' covetousness, even if the immortal cultivators see it, they still want it.
In this way, Feng Qing'an led Heishan back the same way. He was even prepared to be stopped by the old monk, so he kept his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, ready to draw the sword at any time.
There was an air of injustice in his heart now. If the old monk dared to be unreasonable, then he would let the old monk know what truth is!
However, until Feng Qing'an took Heishan completely away, and even the sound of the Buddha could not be heard, the old monk did not make any move to stop him.
But Feng Qing'an didn't see it. When he really left with Heishan, the old monk who was still calmly preaching suddenly sweated like a waterfall, soaking the linen clothes on his body, and he was as wet as if he had been fished out of the water.
It comes out the same.
Such a vision only existed in the old monk's body for a short breath. The birds and animals listening around him were immersed in the Zen sound and did not notice it. In the next moment, all the water vapor on the old monk's body evaporated and returned to form.
He looks like an eminent monk who is calm and calm at every turn.
Although all the principals had left, the old monk did not stop. It was not until three o'clock in the morning that a scroll of sutras was finished. Birds and beasts were like waking up from a dream, and they came back to their senses in a Zen mood that seemed to still have lingering sounds.
God comes.
"That's it for today's lecture. Go back. If you have the chance in the future, you can come under my door!"
The eminent monk had a kind face and kind eyes, and there was no dispute among the birds and animals. The remaining Buddha's sound made it difficult for them to have murderous intentions in their hearts. Even though their bellies were hungry, they did not kill the food that was readily available to them by bowing their heads.
Although all the birds and animals dispersed, there were still some who stayed in the same place and refused to leave. But the old monk no longer wanted to talk anymore. With a sway of his body, he dispersed in the sunlight like a mirror and a moon in the water.
“The scriptures speak well!”
Not far away, the elegant man in blue shirt, who was listening with his hands behind his hands, suddenly spoke.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk appeared behind Yashi and said the Buddha's name.
"It is truly a poor monk's luck to be praised by the mountain god!"
"It's a pity that the idea is still not complete. There is only one volume of scriptures, so it is difficult to achieve the right result!"
"For an awakened person, one volume of sutras is enough! For the birds and animals in the mountains, one volume of sutras is enough to enlighten their spiritual wisdom. Unfortunately, for you, the mountain god, one volume of sutras is of no use to you.
usefulness!"
"good!"
The mountain god nodded and admitted that although this scripture was good, it was of little use to him now. It was only because he was the mountain god that he appeared here.
"If the mountain god wants to meditate on the entire chapter, he can come to my Bodhi Temple. Our temple contains the entire volume of the Sutra of the Samurai King, as well as the Mahavairocana and the Nio Sutra..."
"I am with this mountain, but I cannot enter Buddhism!"
Before the old monk finished speaking, he was interrupted by a gentleman in blue shirt, who made his attitude clear.
"Buddha is everywhere. If the mountain god is willing, a poor monk can build a temple in the mountain!"
The old monk did not give up. He had been to many places and had extraordinary vision. He could see that the mountain god in front of him was completely different from ordinary mountain gods. If he could enter the temple, he could add a protector god with extraordinary combat power to the temple.
Although he was shocked just now, it did not disturb his thoughts. Although the mountain god in front of him was not his goal here, it was still an unexpected gain. If he could win over him, Bodhi Temple would have a real foothold in Dajin.
.
"This mountain doesn't need a temple!"
There was a coldness on the face of the mountain god. His intention was very clear. If this monk still doesn't know what to do and keeps pestering him, don't blame him for being rude.
"Since the mountain god has no intention, then this matter will be revealed. However, there is one thing that the old monk must ask the mountain god for advice!"
"But there's no harm in talking!"
"The mountain god seems to be biased against me as a Buddhist?"
The old monk remained indifferent, with a smile on his ravaged old face, but the color of the Buddhist beads in his hand quietly changed, and the simple monk's clothes on his body also turned into a bright red cassock, with wish-fulfilling beads and dust-proofing beads hanging on it.
Wind-fixing beads. There are also red agate, purple coral, and relics.
"If I were really biased against Buddhism, I wouldn't let you preach here!"
The mountain god did not even notice the changes in the old monk and turned a blind eye.
"The poor monk was quite confused. Why did the mountain god slander my Buddhism in front of that second young master?"
The old monk's smile faded at some point, and there was a tin staff in his hand. The rotating string of Buddhist beads had turned red, and there seemed to be evil spirits struggling and roaring among them.
"It's just telling the truth, there's no need to slander!"
Even if he knows that what he just said to Feng Qing'an has been heard by the old monk, the mountain god doesn't care. The god of the mountain is not even qualified to tell the truth. This old monk is good, but he is not worthy of letting him.
He is afraid.
"The mountain god really misunderstood our Buddhism deeply. Since he was unwilling to take the initiative to enter my Bodhi Temple, the poor monk had no choice but to be rude and forcefully invite the mountain god to come into my temple and read thousands of Buddhist scriptures to understand the fallacy of the mountain god."
The old monk threw out the rosary beads in his hand, and the big red beads exploded. The phantoms of demons that had been easy to manifest before turned into twelve real, ugly and ferocious demons, riddled with blood. When they appeared, they settled down.
In the land, the vegetation has withered and all vitality has been lost.
"Buddha is everywhere. Five hundred years ago, I sought Dharma and asked, when my life span was exhausted and I was getting old, why didn't I see the Buddha? Invite me to the temple to read the Buddhist scriptures? Thousands of years ago, I walked around the mountain for a hundred years without making any progress.
, why don’t you come and invite me?”
Although the mountain god was asking questions, his expression became more and more indifferent. He was afraid of the demon showing its teeth and claws, but he didn't even look at it. He just turned around and looked at the old monk who no longer showed any trace of simplicity.
"Amitabha, mountain god, you have encountered karmic obstacles and need to resolve them by chanting Buddhist sutras..."
Boom——
Under the blue sky and white sun, thunder falls from the sky, which symbolizes the strength of the heaven and the earth. With just one blow, the evil-killing power of destroying evil spirits instantly makes the twelve evil spirits around the mountain god disappear into ashes and become eroded by the evil spirit of the demons.
However, all the withered grass and trees were restored at this moment, and not a single leaf was damaged!
The green thunder falling from the sky made the old monk's unspoken words choke in his throat. He looked at the elegant scholar in green shirt in front of him in astonishment, because he did not feel any flow of mana, changes in the energy of the earth's veins, just the sky
Suddenly thunder fell.
"I don't need to pay homage to your Buddha, let alone read thousands of Buddhist scriptures!"
In Feng Qing'an's impression, although the description of the elegant scholar in Qingshan's ethereal appearance has remained roughly the same, his eyes like black jade have turned into golden vertical pupils at this moment, with supreme majesty, like a dragon looking down at the ants in the mortal world, staring at
Old monk.
Just by looking at it, many orbs and spiritual objects inlaid on the seven treasures cassock on the old monk exploded one after another. The tin staff in his hand broke and exploded on the spot, turning into a short stick. The old monk returned to his original simple and unpretentious appearance.
It looks a bit more pitiful and ridiculous.
"God-given mountain god?! This is impossible!"
The old monk looked at the short stick in his hand in disbelief. Although he had expected that the mountain god was very extraordinary, he did not expect it to be so extraordinary.
The god of mountains and rivers, he saw not only a thousand, but also eight hundred, but the only one who could make him so embarrassed and lose his Zen mind was the one in front of him.
He has never seen such a god. The gods of mountains and rivers in this world are almost all monks who are accomplished in cultivation, or they are spirits and monsters that have become climates, occupying the earth veins, or controlling water veins.
He has only heard that in ancient times, or even in the more distant ancient times, there were sacred mountains that contained gods. However, these innate holiness have long since disappeared and only exist in classics.
The person in front of me is definitely not a god who conceived from the mountains. The path he takes is the true way of the earth. He does not rely on incense or magic power, but is given by heaven.
"I am thinking that you have the power to enlighten the souls in this mountain. I will spare your life today. If you dare to offend me in the future, I will send you to the Pure Land of Buddhism in advance. Don't say anything unforeseen!"
"The young monk has been taught, thank the mountain god for not killing, and forgive the young monk for his unintentional offense!"
The old monk was truly humble at this moment. Even though the mountain god had disappeared in front of him, he repeatedly thanked the mountain god for the place where he originally stood.
After receiving no response, the old monk left the mountain with the wind at his feet. It was not until he entered the temple where the incense was increasingly flourishing that he breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved for the time being.
However, after taking a look at his embarrassed posture, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Five hundred years of accumulation are now wiped out in an instant because of one careless word! It's really a sin, so good! What a good thing!"
But after all, he is a monk with advanced cultivation. He did not feel lost for a long time because the Buddha treasures on his body were completely destroyed. Instead, he couldn't help but sigh.
"This place is indeed the place where the Fengzhou Shepherd was born, with deep spiritual accumulation. His younger brother is also as knowledgeable as the poor monk expected, but he never expected that there would be such a mountain god here.
This matter is beyond the power of a poor monk to decide, so I should report it to the prison and bring all the fellow disciples here!"
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