Wu Ming looked calm as he looked at the rows of buildings that were full of ancient charm, grand and very different in style from the temples in the hinterland of the Central Plains.
After spending two years in the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral home of the Zen sect, Wu Ming visited the stupa, the Main Hall, and later the ruined Longquan Temple. Although he had a deep entanglement with Buddhism, he did not see many temples.
So much so that when I returned to the Southern Wei Dynasty, I only went to the Nanhua Temple founded by Huineng for the sake of karma!
Seriously speaking, not only in the Western Regions, but in the entire Esoteric Sect, the Vajra Temple has the same status as the Shaolin Temple and is also one of the ancestral temples.
It’s just that Shaolin Temple is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, and Jingang Temple is the ancestral home of Tantric Buddhism.
Although they both belong to Buddhism, their Taoist traditions are completely opposite. In order to compete for who is orthodox, Zen Buddhism and Tantric Buddhism have fought to the death more than once.
In the end, Zen Buddhism won, and Esoteric Buddhism was driven out of the sacred land of China. Heavenly sects such as Kongang Temple could only survive in barren places such as the Western Regions. Today, their inheritance is almost in danger of extinction.
Compared to the Shaolin Temple, which is at its peak, the Vajra Temple cannot even be called a declining temple!
"This ancient temple is so magnificent!"
Wu Ming stopped and looked at the top of the mountain. It was as red as fire and the sky was filled with red clouds.
"My dear friend, the abbot has been waiting for a long time!"
Lord Moko said softly.
"hehe!"
Wu Ming did not take a step forward, but still pointed to the temple buildings with emotion and said, "In the past, I studied at Shaolin Temple, the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. I never thought that now I would come to Jingang Temple, the ancestral home of Tantric Buddhism. I am indeed destined to be my Buddha!"
Nothing happened to Xiangshitong and Tu, their eyes just flickered. After all, it was a fact that the relationship between Tantra and Zen was not harmonious, but it was not something that juniors could participate in. It was a battle that went deep into the purpose of the Taoism.
Moko's face was already very dark, and now it was even more dark and shiny, as if he remembered something bad, but he couldn't let it happen.
After all, in his opinion, an outsider would not understand the battles between Zen Buddhism and Tantric Buddhism. They were real killings without blood, and were more terrifying than any sword or sword shadow.
"Oh, look at me being moved by the scene at this moment. The Buddhist charm of your temple is so strong that it reminds me of an old acquaintance from back then. I am inspired by this. Master, please don't blame me!"
Wu Ming slapped his forehead and accused him repeatedly.
"No problem, please!"
Mo Ke looked calm, neither sad nor happy, and gave a faint bow.
"please!"
Wu Ming seemed not to notice and followed closely.
The main hall is not on the top of the mountain, but in the middle where two peaks are adjacent. It is built out of the mountain, which makes it even more majestic. The two peaks guard the temple like door gods.
In fact, that's exactly what happened.
With Wu Ming's eyesight, he could naturally see that these two peaks were the two Vajras, and they were the core of the Vajra Temple's formation.
Once a foreign enemy invades, they will probably come back to life and turn into the King Kong of Heaven and Earth to suppress the incoming enemy. Even a saint will be hard-pressed to defeat him. This is the foundation of the Tianpin Sect.
This is also the reason why Daisetsu Mountain clearly surpassed Kongang Temple, but did not dare to use force to suppress it. Instead, it gradually eroded the root cause of the weakening.
Of course, it doesn’t just refer to the sect-protecting formation and Vajra Mountain, but to the foundation of Vajra Temple itself!
No one can guarantee what kind of trump cards and back-ups the King Kong Temple, which has been passed down for eternity, will have. People who don’t know what’s going on can only try a little bit, but don’t dare to attack the mountain gate directly.
"Yuan Xiang, Yuan Tu!"
When they saw the main hall, Venerable Mo Ke suddenly stopped and said to the two of them, "It's been a hard journey. You guys go down and rest first. I will take my friends to see the abbot for the rest!"
"Disciple, obey!"
Although the two were Vajra protectors and had the same status as the Vajra Monastery venerables, they were juniors and had superior and inferior status, so they said goodbye to Wu Ming and left.
"Little friend, please!"
Watching the two people leave, Venerable Moko led Wu Ming forward again until he entered the main hall.
In the vast and majestic hall, sitting at the top of the hall is an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard, shirtless, silently twirling Buddhist beads. There are three venerable Buddhas on the left and right, all of whom are about forty or fifty years old.
"Junior Wu Ming, I have seen the abbot Da Shizhi and all the masters!"
Wu Ming put his hands together in a salute and bowed slightly, neither humble nor overbearing.
“My little friend has come a long way and it’s been a hard journey!”
The white-browed old monk's cloudy eyes were completely dull, like a dying old man, but his voice was unusually loud.
"I don't dare, cause and effect are entangled, I'm just following God's will!"
Wu Ming smiled.
"Although it's cause and effect, my friend acted righteously and took a big responsibility!"
The white-browed old monk bowed slightly and moved his right hand to the side. There, Venerable Moko came with a tray covered with red cloth and said, "This is the tantric "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Gong" to express my thanks to my little friend. There are many other things in it.
Children can understand one or two of the changes in magical powers."
"Thank you, abbot!"
Wu Ming was not polite, took a jade slip from it, sat cross-legged on the spot, put it between his eyebrows and looked at it. From the corner of his eye, he could clearly see the subtle changes in the faces of several venerable Buddhas.
"Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" is worthy of being the first body-refining and foundational kung fu in Tantric Buddhism. Although its mystery is not comparable to the Vajra Indestructible Magic Kung Fu of Shaolin Temple, even the first ten levels can be said to be quite mediocre.
However, this technique has thirteen levels, and each of the last three levels can be said to be a transformation.
In particular, there are many cultivation methods in it. After just reading through it once, Wu Ming found many similarities with "Ming Wang Fudo Zun", as well as the crossroads in his own practice.
Of course, these shortcomings have been made up by opportunities again and again, and there have been many improvements and changes, and it is no longer restricted to one method.
But in general, this exercise has indeed given him a lot of inspiration. While making up for his own shortcomings, his physical cultivation can go further.
But what no one knows is that Wu Ming is not incompetent in this technique. With the Boundary Pearl in hand and the mystery gained from the stone tablet, as long as there is enough time, he can deduce a perfect and suitable technique bit by bit.
But what he lacks most is time, and only the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique" that can be combined with "Mingwang Fudo" can save him countless deductions.
Furthermore, only the ancestral ancestral halls of Tantric Buddhism such as Vajra Temple have secret techniques that can perfectly save him from the hard work of self-cultivation!
"Thank you, abbot, for the gift!"
Wu Ming nodded and said seriously, "I have some understanding of the matter at the Vajra Temple. I would like to ask the abbot to tell me what to do."
The monks obviously breathed a sigh of relief. In their opinion, this is just human nature.
"Since my friend is straight to the point, I have nothing to hide!"
The white-browed old monk stretched his eyebrows slightly and said in a voice as loud as a bell, "Nowadays, we are in troubled times of demonic calamity. Our Vajra Temple has been suppressing the underground demon cave for countless years. We are unable to do anything, but Xiaoxiao takes advantage of it, so we have to ask for foreign aid.
The Daxue Mountain disciple Zhan Tai Mieming now dares to intercept the little friend outside the mountain gate, and his ferocity can be seen clearly.
Now they disregard morality and want to destroy my inheritance and seize my mountain gate. Due to the temple's rules and regulations, I cannot easily take action, so I can only ask my little friend to take action!"
Wu Ming looked solemn and said righteously: "It is our duty to help the strong and the weak, and to uphold justice. However, I only spoke softly to the subordinates. I was even injured in the hands of the Zhantai thief before. I'm afraid..."
"My little friend, I misunderstood. When I asked you to take action, I certainly didn't ask you to defeat the Semi-Saint Venerable with your Grand Master cultivation level!"
The white-browed old monk smiled and waved, straightened his back, and said with a hint of pride, "My little friend is now entangled in the karma of heaven and earth. Since our temple has asked you to take action, we will never let you get into a disadvantageous situation.
There is a method in our tantric sect called womb treasure initiation, which uses the relics of eminent monks from all generations of our temple to cleanse your cause and effect, infuse you with supreme Buddha power, and help you build an indestructible golden body and achieve the status of a venerable Buddha.
With my little friend’s talent, I can compete with that Zhantai Mieming, and our temple’s misfortune can be lifted!”
Wu Ming frowned slightly, as if he was worried, and muttered: "This is different from what I said before..."
"Don't worry, little friends, although the method of initiation is dangerous, with the full support of the eminent monks of this temple, there will never be any danger!"
The white-browed old monk promised swornly.
"So...it's better to obey my orders than to be respectful!"
Only then did Wu Ming put aside his worries and said in a deep voice, "The traitor Zhantai has bullied me too much. Without further delay, please ask the abbot to make arrangements as soon as possible before he is punished!"
"In this case, it's better to do it sooner rather than later. Now that my little friend has taken the Dragon Elephant Vajra Pill, his energy and energy are as full as one, it's the best time!"
The white-browed old monk stood up and said.
"Ah? Can it be done now? Isn't it too hasty? Doesn't your temple need to make some preparations?"
Wu Ming was stunned and said.
"No problem!"
The old monk with white eyebrows came slowly and said with piercing eyes, "This temple has been waiting for this day for a long time. We have been waiting for a great person in this world who is destined to be my Buddha to help our temple solve this dilemma!"
"Okay! It's better to obey my orders than to be respectful! But where will this initiation be carried out?"
Wu Ming nodded.
"Right here!"
The white-browed old monk smiled warmly, as brightly as a chrysanthemum, and said, "Little friend, please undress!"
"ah?"
Wu Ming shivered, thinking that the old monk had some special hobbies. After the other party explained, he reluctantly took off his coat, leaving only his shorts.
Buzz!
The main hall was closed, and seven or eight old monks who were about to be buried, each holding a special tantric magic weapon in their hands, were beating gongs and drums like a dancing god, and murmuring words.
Wu Ming noticed that on the dome of the main hall, there were countless stars lighting up. They were extremely charming and profound, as if they could draw all the eyes in.
"Little friends, please don't resist, relax your mind, I will use secret techniques to add the power of Buddha to your body, help you understand the fusion of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" and "Ming Wang Fudo", and break through the Buddha's golden body in one fell swoop!
"
The white-browed old monk asked Wu Ming to sit down. He held a golden alms bowl the size of a tea bowl in his left hand, which contained a golden liquid. He held a vermilion brush in his right hand and left a mysterious Sanskrit inscription on Wu Ming's shoulder.
Tsk!
Where the pen tip landed, it was like a burning fire cooking oil, or even like a soldering iron, directly embedded in the skin and flesh, but Wu Ming only frowned slightly, as if there was no touch.
The white-browed old monk nodded slightly and started writing again, like a dragon and a snake flying around. It seemed like he was simply writing runes, but as golden runes appeared one after another, sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he had consumed a lot of energy.
Every time a rune is formed, a golden light will be released. After restraining, Wu Ming's body surface will have a faint golden layer, as if it has been tempered by invisible power.