The ancient temple is far away, with bells in the morning and drums in the evening,
Monks in twos and threes gradually entered the Mahavira Hall.
Monk Lokong, wearing a golden cassock, sat cross-legged under the Buddha statue, with a string of purple jade rosary beads gently twirling on his fingertips.
The great monk raised his eyes, surrounded the monks, and nodded silently.
After several years of hard training, the great monk gained magical powers and finally recovered sixty-seven points.
Now, it is finally comparable to the Taoist real person's career, and has some ability to protect itself.
In order to obtain the Buddha's relics, Monk Luotong's losses were simply incalculable.
There is no great perseverance or perseverance in cutting off one's own path.
There are a few people in ancient and modern times who can do it!
"However, all this is worth it!"
When the great monk looked with his Dharma eyes, the heads of each of the monks of the round generation were reflected with two or three feet of spiritual light.
The spiritual light swayed around the monks, turning into rays of round light, as brilliant as the Buddha and Bodhisattva described in the Buddhist scriptures.
This is the wonder of the Buddha’s relics!
"Buddha's relics are worthy of being the most precious treasure of our Buddha. The three rays of light have wonderful functions. They illuminate immeasurably, moisten things silently, and are invisible and without form."
"Let the wisdom of these monks subtly develop into something like this!"
Monk Liaotong had joy in his heart, but it could not be seen on his face.
Just subconsciously, I moved the beads in my hand a little faster.
The six spiritual realms of Buddhism are awakened in the root of wisdom. Only those who have great enlightenment can achieve something.
And this Buddha relic can subtly comprehend the wisdom of all sentient beings and penetrate all roots.
Although these monks seem to be no different from ordinary people, in fact, the wisdom and aura of each of these monks of the round generation is quietly growing.
Although these few years are not enough time, every monk can understand the true meaning of Buddhism and awaken to the power of the six great supernatural powers.
However, at this time, there are far more people with magical powers in Da Ci'an Temple than ever before.
when!!
The last bell sounded quietly in the ears of the monks.
The bell corresponds to the number three and three, with a total of nine rings. It is used to supervise the monks to attend morning and evening classes every day.
Although Daci'an Temple is not a thousand-year-old temple and has a weak foundation, it still has the rules that no one dares to trample on.
There are seventy-nine monks of the Yuanzi generation, each occupying his own position in this solemn and solemn Mahavira Hall.
Xun Shaoyu, because he was the latest to enter the monks, was sitting at the end of the group of monks, closing his eyes and concentrating.
"Amitabha,"
When the time comes, I go to the monks and chant the name of the Buddha softly.
The great monk struck the wooden fish, and the seven or eight monks of the Yuan-zi generation and the Luo-zi generation also chanted the Buddha's name at the same time.
"I have heard that at one time, the Buddha was in the Solitary Garden of Savatthi Province, together with a group of 1,250 great bhikkhus. At that time, while eating, the World Honored One, wearing robes and holding an alms bowl, went to the great city of Savatthi to beg for food.
In the city, after begging from time to time, I returned to my place. After the meal, I collected my clothes and bowl, washed my feet, and sat down on my seat."
Monk Ling Kong recited the Diamond Sutra.
The purple jade Buddha beads kept flicking, as if there were thousands of mantras murmuring around them.
"If I hear..."
All the monks chanted in unison.
In the dark, strands of thoughts are constantly gathering from the mouths of these monks.
Behind the monk Lingtong, there is a Buddha statue that is two feet long. Three inches below the navel, there is a round lump with a shimmering golden light, constantly swimming in it.
Monk Liaotong, feeling the power of his thoughts, is gestating strands of Zen inspiration.
The thirty-two mantras of the Diamond Sutra were recited one by one from his mouth. It was like a lotus blooming from his mouth, filled with infinite wonderful truths.
At this moment, Monk Lingtong was immersed in the depth of Buddhism and fell into Buddhist samadhi.
For a moment, the sound of the monks chanting echoed in the palace.
Xun Shaoyu moved his lips slightly and recited the mantra of the Diamond Sutra.
In the past few years, he has read hundreds of volumes of sutras and is proficient in all branches of Buddhism.
The Buddha-nature is extremely strong and can be called a superb Buddhist practice.
If it weren't for him, who didn't agree with the Buddhist ideals, he wouldn't be able to awaken the power of the six supernatural powers. At this time, Xun Shaoyu would definitely be able to get a glimpse of the power of the supernatural powers and occupy a place among all the disciples of Yuanzi.
The monk Luotong fell into the state of samadhi, and his heart united with Brahma.
However, in the dark, all kinds of surrounding phenomena are reflected in the eyes.
The gods make it clear, what is true is true but not true, the mountains and rivers are majestic, and the tiger is perched on the dragon's plate.
A stream of red energy, golden energy, and green energy intertwined and circulated, and a bloody color gradually spread.
There is also a faint green aura, which is vertical and connected to the sky and the earth, as if it is within reach.
It is vast and vast, with the image of a mountain, and is protected by mountains.
"This is……"
Before the great monk could take a closer look, the green air moved slightly, and the image of mountains and rivers had an infinite force that pushed the great monk's consciousness out.
The scene around him changed, and he saw the monk, his eyes slightly lowered, neither surprised nor happy.
The great monk was not surprised. The scene just now was the manifestation of the mechanism of heaven and earth.
Moreover, those heaven and earth qi machines are extremely sensitive. If they are touched even slightly, their counterattack force will increase by thousands or hundreds of times.
Unless there is a chance, it is difficult for even an immortal to touch the energy of heaven and earth.
He raised his eyes thoughtfully and glanced at where Xun Shaoyu was: "Perhaps, this boy has a lot to do,"
Dragons and snakes rise from the land, and the world is turned upside down!
Under the general trend of heaven and earth, even those who have perfected the five great magical powers like him are unable to cope with it and can only rely on their own strength.
Just as he was thinking about it, a monk stumbled into the main hall.
As time passes, the monk's state of samadhi has completely fallen out, and he no longer has the Buddhist state of nothing left.
"Well……"
When the monk entered the temple, many of the monks around him suddenly stood up and supported the monk who broke into the temple in twos and threes.
I saw this monk who broke into the main hall, his robes were stained with blood.
There were still several hideous wounds on his body. The wounds were extremely deep, the flesh was peeling, and the blood was flowing.
"Ming and Qing Dynasties..."
The faces of several familiar monks changed dramatically.
These monks were either masters in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, or were masters and uncles, and they had the closest relationship.
Monk Yuanguang's eyes widened even more. He walked out of the crowd in three or two steps, grabbed the monk's arm, and asked: "What happened at the mountain gate in the Ming and Qing Dynasties?"
It's no wonder that the expressions of the monks suddenly changed.
The Main Hall is a solemn place in a temple.
Now, it is stained with blood and has lost the meaning of purity and universal salvation.
And this is not the most serious thing.
Although this monk from the Ming and Qing Dynasties had an insignificant position in Daci'an Temple, he was just a knowledgeable monk who was responsible for guarding the mountain gate, guiding believers, and receiving distinguished guests.
Normally, he just patrols the mountain gate. But now he looks like this. You don't need to think about it. There must be a big problem on that side of the mountain gate.
"Master...Master...Uncle..."
At this moment, the Ming and Qing monks struggled to speak, with blood stains on the corners of their mouths.
"Mountain...Mountain...Gate..."
Monk Yuanguang slowly let go of his hand and murmured: "It's Shanmen, something happened!"
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Jinping Mansion, Zhengtang Mansion,
At this time, the government office has a post every three steps and a sentry every five steps.
One after another, men wearing wooden armor and yellow scarves looked around with a dangerous light in their eyes.
A large yellow flag with the word "Chen" written on it.
bump!!
Chen Chujiu's palm slapped the koan hard.
"You idiots," he said with a livid face, not caring about the palm prints he just left on the public case.
"We were obviously expecting great things, but I didn't expect that you wastes would make such a mess. What a bunch of wastes who fail to achieve anything but fail more than they should!"
At the end of the public case, several arrogant soldiers and generals in the past bowed their heads to listen to the instructions and did not dare to neglect.
At this time, Chen Chujiu was simply furious with these idiots.
He has been secretly running this Jinping Mansion for three years, and even the government office has finally fallen into his hands.
However, often the most powerful person above the local level is never the government.
There are also some powerful families who are superior to local officials.
The reason why Chen Chujiu was furious was because of these powerful things.
"Long before the incident, I said, don't touch those powerful people, and don't underestimate them. These powerful people have been established in Jinping Mansion for hundreds of years,"
"Relationships are intertwined and can affect the whole body. They are all hard bones and old bones. If I take a bite of them, I am so afraid of breaking my front teeth."
Speaking of this, Chen Chujiu's face became even more ugly.
"And you...the more you are afraid of something, the more it will come to you. But you want to confront me. Is it disadvantageous for you to bully me?"
Chen Chujiu is not an ordinary figure in the city. He is the cousin of Chen Guang, the Marquis of Jingchu.
The Marquis of Jingchu, Chen Guang, was also a heroic figure of his generation.
Since the army was launched five years ago, it can be said that it has been a series of battles and victories, occupying most of the land in Jingzhou, and even becoming a prince and establishing a country.
He can be said to be one of the great princes in the world, sitting back and watching the mountains and rivers rise and fall.
Of course, Chen Chujiu followed Chen Guang and fought step by step to the end to reach where he is today.
Mind and martial arts are all temporary choices.
If not, Chen Guang would not rest assured and let Chen Chujiu take control of Jinping Mansion and become a wedge inserted into Yizhou.
Chen Chujiu looked at the generals with a cold expression.
These people, who have lost their wits due to their power, actually want to conquer several powerful houses, and even want to invade a large Buddhist temple.
Of course, the foundation of a powerful family is much stronger than that of a local government.
Once these powerful people are eliminated, the harvest that can be obtained is far greater than the harvest from this official residence.
However, from an objective reality, the combined strength of several powerful powers far exceeds the power currently held by Chen Chujiu.
"Commander, the arrow is on the string and must be fired," several generals urged.
As soon as the troops move forward, the general's order has been issued!
Several groups of soldiers are probably attacking the mansions of powerful people from all sides at this moment.
The opportunity was fleeting, and Chen Chujiu was unwilling to gamble on this meager possibility.