In Songshan Baotai Temple, in the Main Hall, dozens of bald monks wearing yellow robes were sitting on futons. In front of them were the statues of the three Dharma kings in the Main Hall.
Under the statue, a middle-aged monk wearing a red cassock sits. The monk has a majestic appearance, as if he were the Buddha alive.
Whether it was the middle-aged monk or the yellow-robed monk below, they were all sitting there with their eyes closed, motionless like the statues around them.
Among these monks, the most obvious one was a beautiful woman wearing a red trench coat. Unlike the other monks, the woman looked around secretly, sizing up this magnificent Mahavira.
"Su Ji." The middle-aged monk suddenly spoke, with an indescribable power of peace in his voice, "Don't be distracted during morning classes."
"Oh, Master..." The little beauty pouted, as if she was acting coquettishly to her father, and said to the monk, "This is my first time coming to the Main Hall, so I'm very curious."
In fact, the middle-aged monk likes his lively disciple very much. Su Ji is extremely talented, has a predestined relationship with Buddha, and is very Buddhist. At only twenty years old, she has already entered the realm of foundation building. This is important in cultivation.
world, it is almost a rare thing.
It's a pity that she is an outer disciple after all, and she is also a woman. If she were a boy, he would definitely break the rules of the disciple and lead her to become a monk. In this case, the Buddha would have another proud disciple, and he would
This Songshan Baotai Temple can also have one more young master.
However, Su Ji gave birth to a daughter. This Baotai Temple in Songshan Mountain has only had monks for thousands of years, and there has never been any precedent of nuns.
However, this cannot stop the middle-aged monk from loving his beloved disciple. He smiled faintly and said.
"Su Ji, you are in an unstable state of mind. That's why you failed to learn the basic skills of the Six-Character Great Ming Mantra. My teacher taught you this skill a year ago. I originally thought that within a year, you would be able to master it."
Tou. Unexpectedly, when I saw you today, you only learned the fourth spell, which makes me very disappointed."
"Master..." Su Ji still pouted her lips and said dissatisfiedly, "You have already said that this is just a superficial skill. Su Ji is not good at learning it."
"Oh?" The middle-aged monk raised his eyebrows, "How do you explain this lack of strength?"
"Well, I just feel uncomfortable learning and have no motivation."
"That's wrong." The middle-aged monk smiled and waved his hand, and said to a young monk next to Su Ji, "Dharma, let your junior sister see how powerful the real six-character Great Ming Mantra is."
"Yes, Master." The young monk named Faxiang clasped his hands and stood up. He turned around, faced the door of the hall, faced the sky outside the door, and began to make handprints.
"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum!"
Unlike Su Ji, he spit out six Buddhist sounds at one time, which rang clearly in the ears and resounded through the soul. After reciting the mantra, the Dharma signs were pushed out of his hands. Only the white, green, yellow, blue, red and black Dharma seals of six colors flew into the air and circled together.
Forming a huge circle, it rushed out of the hall and wandered under the blue sky.
A Buddha's precious golden body suddenly sat among six dharma seals. Then, the six dharma seals converged towards the golden body in the center, and a dazzling golden light suddenly rippled out, like melting water in an instant.
Patterns fill the entire Mahavira Palace.
The pure and peaceful power of Buddha washed every corner. Even the soul was not missed. Su Ji suddenly felt that the spiritual platform was empty, and the depression in her heart because she had not seen Qin Chao for a long time was also swept away.
At this moment, her whole body felt much more relaxed.
After doing all this, the Dharma Minister turned around, bowed to the middle-aged monk and Su Ji, then sat back on the futon and closed his eyes lightly.
"The Buddhist power of Dharma Xiang has improved a lot." The middle-aged monk couldn't help but nodded. Dharma Xiang is also his favorite disciple. He has been studying Buddhism with him since he was taken from the orphanage at the age of one.
At the age of nineteen, he was already in the realm of supernatural powers.
It's a pity that Songshan Baotai Temple has always kept a low profile, and few people know that there is such a young master among the younger generation.
Su Ji also stuck out her tongue. She didn't expect that after practicing the Six-Character Great Ming Mantra to the extreme, it would be so powerful. However, she rolled her eyes and said with a smile.
"It's not fair, Master." Su Ji pouted again, looking unforgiving, "Senior brother, he has followed Master since he was a child. Not only has he learned Buddhist power, but he is also in the realm of supernatural powers, which is one level higher than me!
How about the cultivation techniques for the realm of supernatural powers that Master taught me, and the Diamond Sutra? I heard that the Diamond Sutra is good."
"Nonsense." The middle-aged monk shook his head repeatedly, "This Diamond Sutra is only suitable for men of Zhiyang to learn. How can I let you practice it?"
"Hehe, then teach me other skills. Master, master, you are the best." Su Ji saw her master getting into trouble and quickly continued.
"Monks don't tell lies." The middle-aged monk sighed, "Suji, Master has told you a long time ago that there is no martial arts suitable for women to practice in Baotai Temple in Songshan Mountain. Buddhist magic, Zhiyang Zhigang, you
Can’t learn.”
After saying that, the middle-aged monk slowly closed his eyes and continued to chant sutras and do morning prayers.
"Humph, Master is so stingy!" Su Ji saw that her plan failed and she sat there disappointed.
At this time, Fa Xiang, who was closing his eyes and concentrating next to her, suddenly pulled her sleeve. Su Ji blinked her eyes and saw that Fa Xiang did not open his eyes. He just secretly took out a thread-bound book from his sleeve and stuffed it into Su Ji.
in hands.
Su Ji took a quick look and saw several boys with seal characters on them.
"Nine-character mantra mudra."
Good guy, Su Ji has known for a long time that this nine-character mantra mudra is one of the secret arts of Songshan Baotai Temple. This mental method is not a powerful mental attack method, but each of the nine major mudras has its own magic. If you practice it to the extreme, you will be able to
Can transform into a Buddha.
Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Fa Xiang would give this unique skill to herself. Su Ji was overjoyed and had a beautiful smile on her lips.
"Thank you, senior brother." She knew that her master had a very picky ear, so she lowered her voice and said to the Dharma Minister.
The little Buddhist monk's face suddenly turned red and he read the sutra faster.
At this time, the middle-aged monk sitting in front suddenly opened his eyes and said.
"Suki."
"Ah! Master?" Su Ji looked a little flustered, but she quickly hid the scripture and stuffed it into the sleeve of her windbreaker.
"Do you know why my teacher summoned you here from Sunan City?"
"Ah? Master, how can I guess this? I am not as powerful as you, old man, and I can guess everything."
The middle-aged monk pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke.
"My master noticed an evil aura in the direction of Sunan City today."
When he said this, Su Ji's heart was in a state of confusion. My god, could it be that master, the old man, had noticed Qin Chao? What if the master wanted to capture Qin Chao by himself? He respected his master's orders and took Qin Chao to his side.
Catch him and deal with him. Or is it better to betray the master and elope with Qin Chao?
If I elope with the Qin Dynasty, where can they go? At that time, the righteous people in the world will definitely round up and kill them for their forbidden love. The power of the famous and decent sect is so powerful that it is unimaginable. Oh my God, what should I do?
manage.
When she thought of Qin Chao's appearance, Su Ji's heart, which had just been cleansed by Buddha's power, began to become clouded again.
Not knowing what his beloved disciple was thinking, the middle-aged monk continued.
"If my teacher's prediction is correct, this should be the Zombie King that has been cultivated for thousands of years."
"Zombie King!" Hearing this, Su Ji's panicked heart skipped a beat. It turned out that the master was not referring to the Qin Dynasty. Let me just say, a little devil can't attract the master.
Notice.
However, these three words "Zombie King" caused a commotion in the Main Hall. Even Senior Brother Su Ji Na could not help but frown.
"Master, is there really such a thing as a zombie?" Although she is in Buddhism, Su Ji is only an outer disciple after all and does not understand many things.
"That's right." The middle-aged monk nodded, "If we trace its origins, the earliest ancestor of zombies is the Drought Demon from the mythical period. This zombie is also divided into six levels: white zombie, black zombie, jumping zombie, and flying zombie.
, and the Drought Demon. Legend has it that a zombie trained into a Drought Demon can induce dragon slaying, severe drought, and a thousand miles away. The zombie king to be born in Sunan City is a level five zombie, which has reached the level of a Drought Demon. If he is completely
If we wake up, there will be a severe drought within a thousand miles radius. By then, Sunan City will be covered with thousands of miles of red land, and not even a blade of grass will grow."
"So powerful..." Su Ji stuck out her tongue, "Well, Master, isn't there a level six zombie?"
"Indeed..." The middle-aged monk nodded, "To say that these level six zombies have some connection with our Buddhism. Because level six zombies are powerful enough to challenge gods and demons. There is only one in the world, and its name
, it’s called Jian.”
"Jian?" Su Ji blinked, "Isn't that the mount of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"
"That's right, Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha conquered this level six zombie and named it Jian."
"So that's it..." Su Ji nodded, suddenly becoming a little nervous again, "Master, is there any danger in Sunan City?"
"Don't worry about this." The middle-aged monk laughed, "Since the zombie king has been born, masters from various factions will naturally come to conquer it. Su Ji, this time, you can bring the Dharma with you. Killing demons is the way to go.
It is the duty of Buddhist disciples."
Hearing this, Su Ji was relieved. At this time, the middle-aged monk waved his hand and said.
"Everyone else, please leave. I will stay here. I have some words to tell you."
When only the Dharma Prime Minister and the middle-aged monk were left in the hall, the middle-aged monk suddenly spoke.
"Dharma, the nine-character mantra mudra is easy to learn but difficult to master. Your little junior sister is naughty by nature, so you need to help her more."
"Master...Master..." Faxiang didn't expect that even this little move would be missed by his master. He sweated profusely and admitted his mistakes again and again, "Master, this is all my disciple's fault. Please don't punish my junior sister."
"Oh, Dharma Appearance." The middle-aged monk shook his head and looked at his beloved disciple with some pity, "You are destined to suffer a peach blossom disaster when you go down the mountain this time. However, this Su Ji is not the one who deserves the disaster. You want to
Concentrate on practicing Buddhism and don’t delay your practice.”
"Yes, Master..." Dharma Minister bowed respectfully and said, "Master, who will be the person who should be punished for this disciple?"
"It can't be said... it can't be said..." The middle-aged monk closed his eyes and said slowly, "Dongchuan City, demon arhats are also born one after another. Dharma Master, you have a difficult journey here, so you must be more careful. If you encounter
It’s an unsolvable problem. I’ll go to Dongchuan City and find you to release Uncle Master. Only he can help you overcome the calamity.”
"It's...Master..." After responding to this method, he murmured in his heart. This uncle, the release master, has a very interesting name. Who is he?