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The face of the Awei Buddha statue keeps changing, and the sound of Sanskrit chants roars in the depths of Zen Master Zhishen's consciousness. Zhishen is about to follow the footsteps of his disciples and sink into the world of joy. It is a pity that the Awei Buddha statue comes from the natal Dharma of Baoguang,
However, Baoguang's cultivation level was on par with Zhishen's, and there was no advantage in killing him with one strike. The last flash of light in Zhishen's consciousness finally pulled him out of the world of joy.
Although the fear of life is spared, fear of Buddha statues is a major killer of Buddhism after all. Once you enter sinking, the higher your cultivation level, the greater the damage to your consciousness. Although Zhishen woke up, his face was already pale.
I only felt the pain in my mind, and subconsciously threw the twisting beads in front of me to cover my retreat.
It's just that Zhishen's consciousness was blurred and his vision was blurry. The ball he threw was not in the right direction and hit the Buddhist altar directly. There was a loud bang and the Buddhist altar was suddenly blown into rubble and collapsed to the ground.
The clay Buddha statue was also torn apart and out of shape. Fortunately, Zhao Ran used the golden bowl as a shield to defend himself and Pei Zhongze, otherwise they would have been severely injured again.
Taking this opportunity, Zhishen quickly retreated outside the temple. Two deacon monks rushed forward and helped Zhishen back. They saw that his forehead was covered with big beads of sweat, and his face looked hideous and terrifying.
Zhiyuan, Zhixin, Zhifa and other monks came forward to visit and asked what happened. Zhishen breathed heavily, trying his best to resist the pain caused by the damage to his consciousness, and said to the monks: "The murderer has a backup plan... Oops.
, it hurts me to death!"
Zhixin asked what the back-up was. Zhishen was so hurt that he was a little confused and talked incoherently, mixed with cries of pain and curses.
Abbot Zhiyuan was not the monk with the highest level of cultivation in the temple, but he was the most knowledgeable. After thinking about it for a moment, he said in shock: "It's the Awesome Buddha statue and the blurred incense! How could the Taoist priest in the temple have such a sign of his life? That's not right.
There is only one Dharma phase in his life, how could he have two phases? This has never been heard of... The blurred incense is just a repayment, the fear of the Buddha statue is extremely powerful. I have seen the senior monks of Baoping Temple use it when facing the enemy.
It’s not easy. No, the one inside is not a Taoist priest, but a Buddhist disciple!”
Zhifa from the back hall thought for a moment and couldn't help but become suspicious, and said: "If that person in the temple is a disciple of my Buddhist sect, how could he collude with someone from the Taoist sect?"
The leader, Zhixin, suddenly asked: "Could it be that something happened inside the gate of Aquarius Temple?"
The monks suddenly fell silent and each thought silently. Zhifa in the back hall never cared about worldly affairs. He only put Zhishen aside and used his own magic power to help him heal and repair the damage to Zhishen's consciousness.
Zhiyuan asked Yu Zhixin: "What can I do?"
Zhixin said: "Junior brother Zhishen has a high level of cultivation. The monk inside can injure him like this. He must be a bhikkhu who has entered the realm of nose consciousness. He may have entered the realm of tongue consciousness. No wonder Baoguang and Yao are dead."
In his hands. In my opinion, we can no longer fight alone. Senior brother, I, and Junior Brother Zhifa should all take action together, only in this way can we be safe."
Zhiyuan hesitated and said: "It's just that the temple is small and cannot be used..."
Zhixin said flatly: "Demolish this temple!"
Zhiyuan put his hands together: "Amitabha, sin, sin!"
Zhixin advised: "The matter has come to this, and it has to be demolished. It's just a matter of authority. I think the Buddha will not be surprised! After the matter is over, I fast for forty-nine days in Gaorichang Temple and raise donations to rebuild the temple here.
Even if you make a golden statue of Buddha, it can be considered a good deed."
Zhiyuan hesitated, twisting his beads and sighing.
Besides, inside the ruined temple, when the smoke and dust cleared, the blurred incense and the terrifying Buddha statues had disappeared. Zhao Ran threw away the dirt and gravel on his body, then picked up Pei Zhongze, and saw that their faces were covered with mud.
, the two looked at each other and smiled.
Pei Zhongze sighed: "I can't believe that I'm still alive, thanks to Junior Brother Zhao's powerful magic weapon."
Zhao Ran shook his head and said: "It's a one-time use. Once you use it, it's gone. If you come down here, you and I will have to wait for death." He took out Wushen Pills, Yuanguang Powder, Jingui Pills, etc. and gave them to Pei Zhongze.
"There are a lot of these pills left. Even if you die, you won't be able to make them easier for the monks outside. Come on, take more."
Pei Zhongze smiled bitterly: "It's not like jelly beans, so why don't you eat more?" Having said that, he still picked one of each and put it in his mouth.
The two of them looked outside the temple and saw the monks from Gaorichang Temple saving people and conferring. They seemed to have no intention of killing them again. Zhao Ran laughed and said: "The bald donkeys are frightened? Hey, you and me.
If two people fight against a bald donkey in a temple, wouldn't it be very prestigious if word spreads about it in the future?"
Pei Zhongze did not talk nonsense to him, and said: "You watch first, I will recover some mana, and then I will fight later." He meditated and rested to dissolve the power of the medicine. Regarding his optimism and enthusiasm of not giving up every opportunity, Zhao
Ran expressed his admiration, but he himself had not yet entered Taoism and could not learn anything, so he could only monitor every move of the monks in Gaorichang Temple outside the temple.
After monitoring for a while, Zhao Ran suddenly felt that doing so was a waste of effort. As long as another monk came randomly, he and Pei Zhongze would definitely not be able to cope with it, so he stopped watching so closely and started to look around - he would be there soon.
I died an untimely death, and I don’t know if I can travel through time again after death. Let’s take a closer look at my burial place.
Looking at the starry night sky, I thought that if I couldn't travel through time again, this would be my last night...
Looking at Pei Zhongze who had recovered from meditation, he thought to himself that he had been kidnapped to the Bayan Har Mountains for no apparent reason this time, and was unable to escape in the end. However, he did not expect that he would die together with the Taoist priest from Qingyun Hall in front of him. Things in this world are really difficult.
Anticipate...
I took a look at the ruined temple in front of me. The surrounding walls were bare and the Buddhist niches had collapsed. I couldn’t bear to see my burial place look like this...
Zhao Ran looked at the Buddhist niche and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He hurried forward and pushed aside the gravel and mud, and saw a square iron plate appearing at the base of the Buddhist niche!
The iron plate was corroded and embedded in the surrounding stone bricks, and Zhao Ran couldn't pull it away. Zhao Ran quickly woke up Pei Zhongze, pulled him to the Buddhist niche, and said: "Brother Pei, open this iron plate quickly!"
Pei Zhongze was so surprised that he didn't waste any time. He blasted the bamboo sword and cut it downwards, and then lifted up the entire iron plate. Several stone steps were exposed under the iron plate, which turned out to be a tunnel!
…
Outside the temple, the abbot Zhiyuan had not yet made up his mind, and the chief Zhixin kept trying to persuade him. Zhiyuan only said: "Let me think about it again."
Xitang Zhishen used magic power to repair his damaged consciousness. The pain gradually disappeared, but his whole body was sore and weak. He thanked Xitang Zhishen and turned around to hear Zhiyuan hesitate and say dissatisfiedly: "Brother Abbot
, please make a decision quickly. It’s just a ruined temple that has been abandoned by others. Why do we need to look forward and backward? At worst, as Brother Zhixin said, we can just rebuild the temple afterwards.”
At this moment, a tiger roar was heard from behind the mountain, and all the monks changed their faces.
Zhixin said anxiously: "It's Yongshan of Shoufo Temple who is here! Brother abbot, please stop hesitating and take action, otherwise our hard work for the whole day will be in vain!"
This tiger roar became the last straw, and Abbot Zhiyuan finally made up his mind.
The magic power of Zhixin was poured into the sea of consciousness, and the lion's roar, the secret technique of Buddhism, surged out and rushed towards the ruined temple.
The temple was already dilapidated, but it soon began to shake under Zhixin's lion's roar. The shaking became more and more severe, and finally collapsed.
The three monks, Zhiyuan, Zhixin, and Zhifa, surrounded him from three directions. When the dust cleared, they saw only bricks, stones, and soil shattered on the ground, but the two murderers were nowhere to be seen.
The deacon monks and novice monks of Gaorichang Temple quickly stepped forward to clean the bricks and stones. They searched here and there but could not find the bodies of the two murderers. However, Zhixin's sharp eyesight saw an iron plate covering the ground with very different shapes.
Pulling the iron plate open, a downward tunnel was immediately revealed.
Afraid of Zhao Ran's fear of the Buddha statue, the monks did not dare to cause trouble. The deacon monk shouted into the tunnel, basically asking Zhao Ran and Pei Zhongze to come up, and promised not to harm their lives.
There was still no answer in the tunnel.
While he was hesitating, he saw a broad-shouldered monk riding a tiger with a white forehead and golden eyes rushing towards him. Before anyone arrived, the tiger had already roared. Amidst the roar of the tiger, the monk roared: "Yongshan is here in Shoufo Temple. Where is the murderer?"
Immediately afterwards, another figure came with lightning. After arriving, he put his hands together and asked: "Are you the eminent monks of Gaorichang Temple? The poor monk Yanjia, the head of Sanzhu Temple, has met all the senior brothers."
Zhixin sighed slightly and thought to himself, "Oh no!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!