Chapter 200: Kneeling in front of the Buddha for three thousand years
"Compose a poem? Donor Wu, you don't have to do this. This matter... this matter will be solved by the poor monk when he returns home!"
Hearing this, a strange look flashed on Hui Xing's face. He instinctively felt something was wrong and did not dare to test it again. Summit 23S.
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"Master Buluo is worried. I haven't been back for a long time. I miss my relatives at home very much. It's time to go back."
Wu Ming's eyes flashed with memories, and he walked towards the courtyard wall with some desolation.
"Isn't this bad?"
Huixing wanted to stop it, but couldn't find a suitable reason.
After all, Wu Ming's identity is here, and he has forced people away, so what else can he do?
"That day when I went to Anshan Lake, the poem I mentioned was highly praised by the ancestors of Xuan Sheng, and it was spread all over the world.
Today I am about to say farewell. It would be a pity in my life if I could not write a poem for your temple. Master, you don’t want to make this boy feel regretful, right?"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"That's... okay, but after finishing writing, the donor should not leave in a hurry. The matter is very important, and the poor monk still needs to reply!"
The corners of Hui Xing's mouth twitched. He even threatened to bring Xuansheng out when he wrote a poem, but he dared to say anything!
Even if this is the outer courtyard, we can only let it be!
Moreover, the reputation of Prince Minnong was not built upon, and he was vaguely looking forward to it!
"Thank you, Master!"
Wu Ming bowed his hands in a salute, turned back to face the wall, his face suddenly turned cold, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "What a Shaolin Temple, are you trying to convey to me that 'people have to bow their heads under the eaves'? Okay, okay, don't you guys?"
Accept it, and don’t blame me for doing it right!”
Looking at Wu Ming's thin back, Hui Xing frowned slightly and felt an indescribable chill in his body!
I want to use my spiritual sense to observe, but I am blocked by the dragon robe and cannot get close at all. It is far worse than before when I was face to face and I could still make guesses.
If you could see the dangerous light flashing in Wu Ming's eyes at this time, you would definitely regret it!
Out of caution, Hui Xing could only watch closely.
I saw Wu Ming put his fingers together, and outlined them on the wall like a silver hook and an iron painting. In an instant, debris flew, and large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared one after another!
It's a long story, but it only lasted a short time. In front of the door not far away, Zhihuan hadn't returned to the house yet, and watched Wu Ming leave from a distance.
Unexpectedly, half exposed walked to a corner, and a man muttered, as if he was stunned.
It's just that he has a special status, so he can't come forward to question him openly, so he can only look at him like this to avoid being seen as fishy.
After all, I just made a deal, even if I thought it was very secretive, I still feel guilty.
"Hey, what are you doing, Junior Brother Wuming? Why are you writing? You can actually write well. This is..."
Zhichuan scratched his bald head, wondering endlessly, but after reading what Wu Ming wrote, he couldn't help but think out loud, "I have knelt before the Buddha for three thousand years. Good poem, good poem. The heart of my junior brother towards the Buddha is indeed the same throughout the ages. The light
It is the sincerity of this kneeling that is enough to move heaven and earth!"
"What's going on? What poem?"
"Who is this person? How dare he write graffiti in Zhikeyuan?"
"Kneeling in front of the Buddha for three thousand years? Do you want to take a different path and impress the eminent monks in the temple and give you the Kung Fu Book?"
Startled by his shouting voice, the monks and lay disciples who came and went all looked sideways, pointed, and talked about it.
Some were surprised, some were critical, some were dismissive, but some were looking down to figure out the meaning of this poem.
Hui Xing, who was hiding on the side, regretted endlessly. He didn't expect that he would be noticed in every corner.
If I had known this, I would have taken Wu Ming away and written it somewhere else!
But now that the matter has come to this, I can only hold my nose and let it continue to be written.
But when I saw the first word of the second sentence, the feeling that something was wrong in my heart had a vague tendency to rise to something bad.
But Na Zhichuan didn't think it was a big deal, and he even realized that he had found a good disciple. Where could he find such a disciple who was devoted to the Buddha and had such a promising future?
"You haven't seen my Buddha..."
Ever since, when Wu Ming wrote, he shouted loudly.
However, after reading the fourth word, I couldn't say it anymore.
"Donor Wu, don't be impulsive, it's not like this, it's not like this!"
Hui Xing's expression could no longer be described as ugly.
If the first sentence still has some devotion to the Buddha, but halfway through the second sentence, it reveals a strong rebellious attitude!
I’m really not sure what kind of terrifying artistic conception will be revealed after it’s complete!
Especially when I think about the nickname of Wu Ming, the Minong Prince, the poems spread so fast, countless times faster than ordinary news, that I feel numb!
"Master, please be patient, I know what I'm doing!"
Wu Ming smiled lightly and continued writing the second sentence.
I have knelt before the Buddha for three thousand years, and yet I have never felt pity for my Buddha.
"I can't write it, I can't write it. This poor monk should go back and tell the chief uncle of the Discipline Academy clearly!"
Hui Xing glanced at it and felt his heart pounding. He no longer dared to think about what would happen next and had to go against his will.
Not far away, Zhihuan was already paralyzed in a ball. He felt regretful and cursed himself for not being so obsessed with it. Why did he accept a bribe from such a fanatic?
But the deal is done, and there’s no point regretting it!
"Bold, which lay disciple are you from? How dare you speak nonsense in Zhike Courtyard? Why don't you kneel down quickly and confess your sins to the Buddha!"
Several nearby temple-protecting monks came upon hearing the news. When they saw the writing on the wall, they became furious and rushed forward with sticks in hand.
"stop!"
Seeing the golden light on Wu Ming's body that looked like Buddha's robes, Hui Xing appeared in a flash and waved out a powerful force to stop the temple-protecting monk.
"Hiss, yellow-robed monk, eminent monk in the inner courtyard!"
"Meet the donor!"
For a moment, some sharp-eyed people recognized that Hui Xing's outfit was not simple. When he shouted, there was a roar of bows and bows.
"Ahem, Amitabha, disciples, there is no need to be polite, please return to your place quickly!"
Hui Xing was embarrassed and coughed dryly.
The monks of the Protectorate Academy looked blank. Shouldn't they capture this unknown madman and tie him up on the spot in the Discipline Academy to punish him severely?
But looking at this, why does it look like the master Hui Xing is protecting him?
In this dazed moment, Wu Ming wrote three words in a row - Mo Daochen!
"I can't write it, donor. I know you have resentment in your heart, but this kind of humiliation - this kind of poem, I absolutely cannot write it."
Hui Xing, not caring about the loss of decency, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Wu Ming's arm, trying to persuade him.
At this point, he really didn't dare to tell Wu Ming's story in public, otherwise it would definitely cause an uproar.
“What can’t be written?”
Wu Ming said with an indifferent expression.
"If you write this poem, even if you are destined to be a Buddhist, you will be rejected by Buddhism. Hundreds of millions of Buddhists in China will regard you as an enemy!"
Looking at those calm and dark eyes, Hui Xing's heart trembled and he said in a harsh voice.
But what he had in mind was more than that. Wu Ming had a Buddhist connection, and his reputation as a sutra keeper had just spread.
If word comes out at this time that he wrote poems to insult Buddha, it will be a huge scandal and a joke in China!
Shaolin Temple, and even Buddhism, cannot afford to be embarrassed like this!
"An enemy? Hey, killing one person is a crime, but killing ten thousand people is a hero. Killing nine million people is considered a hero among heroes!"
Wu Ming was already impatient to argue, so he shook his arm fiercely, finished speaking in a ferocious voice, and finished the third sentence with his fingers like hooks.
Don't let dust cover Buddha's eyes!
As a powerful master, Hui Xing was shocked away by it. He watched Wu Ming finish writing with a look of horror on his face.
It's not that Wu Ming's strength is so strong, but the power of the Buddha's light in him.
With the strength of Hui Xing, it is indeed possible to forcibly break the Buddha's robes transformed by the Buddha's light. However, such behavior is disrespectful to the blind monk at a small level, and disrespectful to the Buddha's light transformed by the power of the thoughts of all living beings.
In other words, it is disrespectful to the ‘Buddha’ that all living beings believe in, and it is treason!
With his level of Buddhism, he is neither qualified nor courageous enough to make such a move.
"Amitabha!"
Hui Xing's face turned pale, and his appearance was greatly shaken.
I never expected that just a simple magic post would make Wu Ming make such a choice, and his murderous intention would be so real!
"Master, please keep an eye on it!"
Wu Ming was unmoved, the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, and was about to burn the sky, "You want to put a chain on me, do you think I am Monkey King?"
Growing up watching Journey to the West, the Monkey King, who can be called a world-class hero, is so heroic. Didn’t he just become a Buddhist horse boy after being suppressed?
"Amitabha!"
Just when Hui Xing was in disgrace and was about to forcefully stop him despite violating the Buddha's will, Wu Ming suddenly heard the sound of the Hongda Buddha's call. His eyes blurred, and when he looked back, the surrounding scenery changed drastically.
Somehow, I ended up in a secluded mountain monastery, with gurgling streams and melodious bells. It was like a Buddhist pure land!
But Wu Ming was not in any mood to enjoy the scenery, because a monk in linen clothes in the courtyard was sitting in front of the stone platform, looking at him warmly.
With just one glance, Wu Ming felt a chill in his heart, as if he had been seen naked.
"Obstacles, retreat quickly!"
The monk in sackcloth didn't say any harsh words, but Baoxiang* gave a light scolding.
"ah!"
A sharp and vicious scream sounded in his ears, Wu Ming shivered, and the madness in his eyes gradually disappeared.
"Inner demon!"
Wu Ming's face turned pale and extremely ugly, and most of the restlessness in his heart calmed down.
I never expected that the inner demons that I thought were exorcised would actually be hidden in the dark, and hidden so deeply!
Moreover, no one noticed anything whether it was a lotus lantern, dragon robe or Buddha robe!
Such a treacherous method, even if his heart is as strong as his, is really frightening!
"Little benefactor, please sit down!"
The monk in sackcloth smiled warmly and pointed to the stone bench opposite.
"Thank you Zen Master!"
Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, he bowed his head and sat down, his pupils suddenly shrank when he lowered his head.
There is a Go game carved on the stone table, and a set of endgames are dotted on it, which seems to hide a special mysterious truth.
But what caught his attention was not the endgame, but a simple book next to the chessboard that exuded an ancient charm.
The corners of the book are already wrinkled and uneven, as if it has been read countless times, but it feels very natural, just as it should be!
There are two ancient Chinese characters written on the front. Although the strokes are numerous and complicated and difficult to read, Wu Ming still recognized them at a glance!
This booklet is the secret of Shaolin Temple, one of the top foundation martial arts in China - the Marrow Cleansing Sutra!