The three Tantric practitioners remained silent. They did not doubt Lin Yi's power, but they also knew what this sentence meant.
"You should know better than me that the reincarnated soul boy of our lineage of Tantric Buddhism has never appeared in this way."
The young monk in white looked at the three silent Tantric practitioners, shook his head, and said: "There will definitely be doubts from the outside world, and changes must be made."
The Adam's apples of the three Tantric practitioners all surged with difficulty. Indeed, as he said, all the reincarnated soul boys in the past were found after a period of searching after the death of the Buddha. But today, this successor Buddha appeared directly.
Beside the dead Buddha, many people in the city must suspect that he is hiding directly in this chariot, especially those Tuoba practitioners who are very close to this chariot. They may even sense him in advance.
The breath makes this even more certain.
"The Tuoba clan and even Dangxiang, what they fear most is not our tradition, but our power, which can perfectly inherit the experience and knowledge of previous Buddhist sects. This kind of spiritual power is especially worthy of their fear."
The young monk in white looked calmly at the three tantric practitioners who were still entangled, and slowly continued: "But when doubts arise, you need to have enough power to solve such doubts. Sir and the Xiaba tribe can help
Get us, otherwise today...I may be able to survive, but most of you will not survive, and the Xiaba people can naturally find enough flaws here to tell the world that our lineage of Tantric Sect
lie."
These three tantric practitioners were usually very determined Dharma kings, but when they heard what he said at this time, they were shocked and their expressions changed drastically.
Indeed, these scenes today are suspicious enough. If the new Buddha Sect falls into the hands of the Xiaba people again, and Lin Yi and others witnessed how this Buddha Sect was born in the chariot, if there is a breakup today, they will just rely on this
If you set up the chariot, you should find enough evidence.
"Any change can be a more glorious and sacred starting point. You have never been able to attain the Great Dao because you are always stained and cannot purify your glass heart." The young monk in white looked at the three Tantric practitioners and said slowly but firmly.
: "Everyone in this city has seen the unprecedented sacred light in this chariot before, and I was reborn with the death of the Buddha, so I am naturally the Holy Son born in the light, and the holy light is directly
The reincarnated Holy Sect of Light."
Hearing this, the faces of the three Tantric practitioners were no longer nervous and frightened. Instead, they were filled with inexplicable joy. The three Tantric practitioners chanted a hymn in unison, leaned on the ground one after another, and called the Holy Light.
Zong.
"You go down first and keep an eye on the Tuoba clan. I don't want anyone from the Tuoba clan to leave the city first. Tonight, the city will be enveloped in light and flames, purifying sins. Next, you will cooperate with Mr. and Xia
The Ba people do things.”
The young monk in white faced the three Tantric practitioners, forming a seal with his fingers and smiling like a flower.
The three Tantric practitioners did not hesitate at all, and quickly walked towards the city with joy.
"Previously, this Buddhist sect held the Dharma ball with his left hand, and you held the magic ball with your right hand. What does this mean?" Lin Yi looked at the demon-subduing pestle placed in front of the white-clothed monk's knees, and then at his left hand with the seal at this time.
Looking at the magic ball held in his right hand, he couldn't help his curiosity and asked.
"This is a wisdom-enhancing orb."
The young monk in white looked at Lin Yi. As the three Tantric practitioners left, his expression suddenly relaxed, and some blood came out of the corner of his mouth. Countless fine wrinkles suddenly appeared on his smooth and crystal forehead, and the blood inside
He was twisting and seemed to be in some pain, but his voice was still very steady, "The earliest Buddhist sect of the Tuoba lineage of Tantric Buddhism was the Zengzhi Dharma King from the Western Regions. He came from the West with a large number of scriptures to preach,
After more than fifty years along the way, he finally reached the bank of Natsoer Lake when his life span was exhausted and he passed away sitting on the bank of Natsoer Lake. Wami and Natsoer Lake were his last places to practice Dharma, leaving behind all his magical instruments.
, so the Tuoba Buddhist Sect has its current status. This magic ball can dispel evil thoughts that are not good for itself. To put it simply, if other practitioners who are proficient in mental power attack, this magic ball will
It can help resolve it, and the most important effect is to help the practice of mental power, and to greatly increase mental power during the application of the technique."
After a slight pause, the young monk in white adjusted his breath, and then said: "Any practice method has flaws, and the spiritual power methods of our lineage of tantric sects naturally have flaws, and every Buddhist sect knows the secret technique of restraint, so
As long as Buddhists in the past have reached a certain level of practice and have this Dharma bead on their body, no Dharma king below would dare to cause trouble. Just like the three tantric Dharma kings just now, if I fully recover, I can also cause serious damage to them. As for my left hand
The right hand, this is just tradition. The last Buddha was the left hand, the current Buddha is the right hand, and the next one is the left hand. In the Tantric method, this represents rebirth and reincarnation."
"There are too many rules and it's hard to remember them."
Lin Yi couldn't help but shook his head. Looking at the young monk in white, he was a little worried after all and asked, "How is your injury?"
"You won't die, you won't be killed directly, and you won't have any problem living to be a hundred years old."
The young monk in white looked at Lin Yi with a bitter smile and said: "The devout service of the nomadic people and border people from all over, even those elixirs guarded by ferocious beasts and piled with bones on the mountains and cliffs, will sacrifice their lives."
Collected by believers who forget to die. The many elixirs of Tantric Buddhism are probably even unimaginable by nobles like you from the Middle-earth Dynasty."
Xia Baying looked at the Buddha's body with a sneer and said, "So from the beginning, everything he said was a lie."
"It's just that I can't remind or resist, because he has this wisdom-enhancing magic ball in his hand. As long as he thinks about it, I will die." The young monk in white said.
"My surname is Lin, and my name is Lin Yi."
Lin Yi looked at him and said softly: "What is your name?"
"Tian Guang accepted the mistake." The young monk in white lowered his head.
He didn't feel any joy at this time.
Even though he survived and became a true Buddhist.
But since he was chosen to be a soul boy and always be by the side of the previous Buddha, he no longer has any relatives.
He stayed alone in this world for a long time, doing many things that he did not want to do but had to do. What was even more sad for him was that he had to walk such an extremely long road alone in his life.
His sadness was not hidden.
Lin Yi hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and patted his shoulder, saying, "At least you still have friends."
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(Novel must be separated from reality. Readers should not always worry about writing in this way but not going too far. The dynasties in the book are naturally not real historical dynasties, and the Tantric Buddhism in the book is certainly not the Tantric Buddhism that really existed. Also, reality
Various restrictions and supervision have been extremely strict on the creation of novels. This is not allowed to be written, and that is not allowed to be written. It is already extremely difficult for original creation. If some readers still feel that this is not possible and that cannot be written, then the novel is really useless.
It’s a good way to write. With more free space and more room for expression, there will be more and more wonderful novels.)