Chu Ligu was really satisfied with the house, and he really wanted to take a closer look at the world.
If you want to ascend, you must first understand this world well, and then clearly understand its laws. The merits of each world are different, just like the world has its own will, and only by understanding its will can you follow the trend.
Moreover, the prosperity of Buddhism in this world is far greater than that in the lower world.
He was profound in Buddhism in the lower world and even developed various magical powers. However, after arriving in this world, he found that his understanding of Buddhism was no deeper than that of his predecessors in this world.
There is no shortage of geniuses in every world. The level of martial arts in this world is extremely low and cannot mobilize internal energy. All outstanding talents are in literature and Buddhism, so the study of Buddhism is extremely deep.
He had seen some hand scrolls written by eminent monks and was deeply touched. He felt the light of wisdom in them, which made him realize it in his heart and gain a deeper understanding of Buddhism.
He cannot mobilize his spiritual energy and inner strength in this world, but the Ku Rong Sutra does not hinder him. The previous rescue of Cheng Hao was just a slight touch of the golden leaf on the Ku Rong tree, which directly revived him.
This is a situation where Cheng Hao's soul is still there and he died not long ago. If it has been more than seven days, the soul has left the body and entered reincarnation. Even if he uses the Ku Rong Sutra and the Ksitigarbha Chakra Sutra together, there is nothing he can do.
"Master, if you need anything, just tell your subordinates directly." Cheng Hao said with a smile: "They will never dare to neglect."
Chu Li nodded.
The two entered the main courtyard. There were several small trees in the courtyard, and the pink flowers on the trees exuded a faint fragrance.
Cheng Hao cupped his fists and said, "Master, I'll take my leave now."
"Almsgiver Cheng, go." Chu Li lowered his head.
Cheng Hao saluted again, exited the courtyard, and strode away.
After being resurrected from the dead, his joy could only be expressed through a drink.
When he fell down, his vision gradually turned black, and he knew that he was afraid that he was going to die. He had to bid farewell to this world, and there were still too many wishes that he had not fulfilled. He was unwilling to die like this, but he was unable to resist the oncoming darkness, and was gradually swallowed up.
People who have never died don't know how precious life is and how wonderful it is to be alive.
For Chu Li's great kindness, he wished he could repay him with his body, but unfortunately he could only provide a house. The rest was probably not taken seriously by Dingru Shenmon. With such magical powers, Dingru Shensha couldn't do anything.
lack.
Chu Li took a Buddhist scripture and read it carefully.
He estimated that the story of his resurrection from the dead had spread and countless people were doubtful. But even if he doubted his resurrection, he would be like a drowning man who sees floating grass and tries to catch it no matter what.
He didn't worry about no one coming to his door, he just worried about how to block the crowd.
Supernatural power is the shortcut to the upper portal quickly.
Before he put down the Buddhist scriptures, his thoughts were still flowing. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The old servant of the courtyard stood quietly at the door: "Holy Monk, there is a manager of Prince Jing's Mansion outside asking for an audience."
"Let him come in." Chu Li said.
The old servant retreated quietly, and soon brought a middle-aged man in brocade clothes to the outside of the courtyard.
"Holy Monk, Manager Fang is here." The old servant reported softly, fearing to disturb Chu Li.
Chu Li said: "Please come in."
The old servant opened the door, and the middle-aged man in golden clothes stepped into the courtyard with his fists clasped, and said in a deep voice: "Young Fang Quan has seen Dingru, a divine monk!"
Chu Li put down the Buddhist scriptures and stood up to tithe: "Donor Fang, what's the matter?"
"Your Majesty invites you!" Fang Quan said respectfully.
He has a tall figure, a square face, and a loyal look between his brows. He carries his back slightly, looks neither humble nor arrogant, and behaves calmly.
But Chu Li saw his anxiety and smiled and said: "I wonder if you have any advice, Your Majesty?"
Fang Quandao: "Your Majesty is also a practitioner, and most of all he believes in Buddhism. Hearing that the sacred monk came to the city, he had already prepared a vegetarian meal in his house and invited the sacred monk and Buddha to come!"
"...That's fine." Chu Li shook his head.
Fang Quan smiled, cupped his fists and saluted, then turned around to greet him solemnly.
Chu Li stepped out of the small courtyard, and followed Fang Quan outside the mansion. There was already a large sedan chair with eight carriages waiting. The bearers were all strong, with bright eyes, powerful faces, and impressive momentum.
"Holy monk, please——!" Fang Quan said respectfully.
The curtain of the sedan chair had been opened, and Chu Li walked in with his head lowered and sat in the sedan chair.
"Get up the sedan!" Fang Quan said in a deep voice.
The sedan was lifted up and moved forward quickly. The eight bearers strode like normal people running, but the sedan was steady without any bumps. Fang Quan followed behind with striding steps.
Chu Li had already read from Fang Quan's mind that Prince Jing indeed believed in Buddhism, studied and practiced diligently on weekdays, had close contacts with the eminent monks in the capital, and had been admiring him for a long time.
Prince Jing had a total of three princesses, one main concubine and two other concubines, but this time it was the main concubine who died of illness.
Prince Jing originally wanted to invite several eminent monks to help the princess ascend to the Western Paradise, but when he suddenly heard the news that he had come back to life, he was overjoyed and sent people directly to invite him.
Because Prince Jing likes Buddhism, he acts compassionately and is a good prince.
Moreover, he was too deeply involved with Buddhism, so he lost the qualification to compete for the throne, but he was happy to be at ease.
The bearers were very fast, and after a while, they arrived outside a magnificent palace.
The tall door head shone with purple light in the sun, and the copper nails of the door shone with yellow light, bringing an aura of wealth and honor to the face.
Four guards stood on the steps outside the palace, standing with swords in their hands, staring solemnly at Chu Li who had stepped out of the sedan chair. Their whole bodies were tense, and they vaguely felt the danger for Chu Li, as if they were facing a group of fierce tigers.
Chu Li raised his eyebrows. These four middle-aged guards were all experienced warriors. They were filled with evil spirits and had many lives on their hands.
Moreover, they had gained amazing intuition from their near-death experience on the battlefield. Even if Chu Li had no internal strength, his body was an amazing weapon. They felt the danger.
Fang Quan waved his hand and said: "This is the divine monk Dingru, invited by the prince's order. Open the door!"
One of the guards turned around and opened the side door, while the other three guards were still staring at Chu Li for a moment to prevent him from making an attack.
Chu Li smiled: "What an elite man!"
Fang Quan smiled and said: "They are rough people. If they are rude, don't blame the holy monks."
Chu Li shook his head and said: "A rare talent."
They entered the palace through the side door, and Chu Li didn't care whether he went through the main entrance in the middle. After entering the palace, he passed through the six doors and finally came to a large courtyard.
White curtains have been hung up in the courtyard, the coffin has been laid out, and the sound of low cries can be heard all the time.
The white curtains are fluttering, there is no desolation, only solemnity and solemnity, and the sound of Sanskrit lingers, vaguely present and absent.
Fang Quan entered the courtyard, walked very lightly, came to the outside of the hall, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the divine monk Dingru has arrived."
A burly middle-aged man walked out of the hall, with a face like jade, eyes like cold stars, and full of heroic spirit. At this time, his eyes were red, and his eyebrows were full of sorrow. He strode to Chu Li and bowed: "I have seen Dingru, a divine monk.
, Xiao Wang Zhenghe."
Chu Li said: "Your Majesty asked the young monk to come over and save people?"
"Exactly." Prince Jing nodded hurriedly: "Although the little king knows that everyone has their own destiny, he still wants to save the princess."