As the sound of the wooden fish got closer and closer, a small boat appeared in everyone's sight.
Going down the river, there is a gray-robed monk standing on it. He seems to be wandering away from the world, giving people the feeling that this is a pure land of Buddhism.
Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel reassured. This was an eminent monk from Mount Putuo. Judging from his temperament, he was at least on par with the Vajra Protector.
“Mount Putuo…”
The face of King Kong Dharma Protector became solemn. One of the three caves and heavens in the Grave Sea was filled with Buddhist temples and even fourth-level temples.
In fact, he was not surprised. The moment he used the Black Lotus Secret Technique, he guessed that it would alarm Mount Putuo.
I just didn't expect that people would come so quickly.
So needless to say, this gray-robed monk must have come from a large temple.
Only an eminent monk from a fourth-grade monastery could come so quickly and put so much pressure on him.
On a normal day, he wouldn't mind it, just give it a try and compete.
But now, it is not possible. If you stay for a while, more people will come.
boom!
Suddenly, the Vajra Protector took action quickly, and saw numerous scriptures surrounding the hand of a big black Buddha.
He pressed hard against the small boat.
Under the pressure of the Buddha's palm, the air was squeezed before it really fell. The water below the boat slowly sank in, under tremendous pressure.
"Amitabha!"
Accompanied by a dharma call, the gray-robed monk held a wooden fish and tapped it lightly.
Following the sound of the wooden fish, bursts of powerful Buddha light and sound waves merged together and radiated continuously.
There was a loud bang, and the black Buddha's hand exploded under the impact of the Buddha's light and disappeared.
The monk in gray clothes looked up, but found that the Vajra Protector was no longer there. He didn't know where that person had gone.
He had no intention of chasing after him. The strength of the Vajra Protector was there.
Although his cultivation level was higher than that person's, he was helpless when the other person wanted to leave and was too lazy to bother.
With a glance, the monk in gray saw the man lying on the sea, in great pain
morning.
With a slight smile, and a sense of tranquility and peace, he landed lightly next to Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen quickly stood up, ready to thank him for saving his life. Who knew that just halfway through standing up, his body felt a burning pain, and he fell down again.
"Little donor, you were burned by the demonic flames transformed from cult scriptures, so you don't need to be polite."
After the words fell, the monk in gray kept nodding on Xiao Chen's head and recited scriptures. A steady stream of white Buddha light appeared from his hands and poured into Xiao Chen's body.
Xiao Chen suddenly felt a warmth all over his body, and his skin was still a little itchy. Not only were all the burns healed, but all the internal injuries he had suffered before were also recovered.
It's really magical.
"Thank you, Master. I can never repay you for saving my life."
The gray-robed monk smiled and said: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Practicing with me is a great merit in itself."
Buddhist practice pays attention to merit, ambition and incense.
To put it bluntly, merit means doing good deeds. Of course, its principle is obviously not that simple. As merit increases, Dharma will continue to deepen, which is a very mysterious process.
Ksitigarbha in the Kunlun Realm makes a big wish, and then keeps working hard for it. When the big wish comes true, he can be reborn.
Incense is to develop believers and let more people feel the majesty and extraordinaryness of Buddha. To put it simply, it is to absorb the power of faith and increase one's own willingness.
Xiao Chen was lucky enough to meet an eminent monk who majored in merit. If he had majored in other monks, he might not have such a good face.
"Little donor, don't worry too much. Besides, I think the donor has a deep connection with Buddha and a lot of good fortune."
Xiao Chen paused in his heart. What the other party was talking about was probably the Buddha's heart he had developed through his recent practice of the Maya Breaking Sword.
"To be honest, I have traveled all over the world and acquired some Buddhist martial arts skills. I am not a true Buddhist."
The gray-clothed monk suddenly said: "I see, but being able to practice so superbly is enough to prove that you are indeed destined to be my Buddha. Are you interested? Come with me to Xuanguang Temple on Putuo Cutuo Mountain..."
This is about recruiting disciples.
Xiao Chen changed his mind and understood what the monk in gray was thinking.
But it was obviously impossible for him to become a monk. He quickly thanked the other party for his kindness and took out his letter of recommendation.
Apparently, he was going to Dongxuan Mountain, and he already had an appointment.
"It's a pity that you have great wisdom. If you join my Buddhist sect, you will definitely benefit a lot. In fact, you can also be a lay disciple. This way, you will have fewer rules and precepts... After you complete your studies, you can also go down the mountain to marry a wife and have children." Gray Yi The monk did not give up completely and continued to exhort.
"Hey, Bald Donkey, no, it's Master. Master, Xiaoke is also injured, can you take care of him?"
On the sea, Iron-Hand Yama put on a smile and tried to look kind, trying to gain trust.
But his face is naturally fierce, so it's better not to laugh.
The monk in gray clothes turned around and said with a smile: "I'm Xuanbei, the donor is not a member of the Buddhist sect, just call him by his name."
After speaking, he softly recited a scripture. He raised his hand gently, and a gentle ray of Buddha's light poured out from the clouds and fell on the Iron Hand Yama.
The injuries suffered by Iron Hand Yama's physical body immediately recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Hey, the master's "Saving Sutra" is really high, I admire him." Iron Hand Yama moved his body a bit and felt great, so he did not hesitate to praise.
Xuanbei looked peaceful and said softly: "The benefactor has deep resentment and endless hatred in his heart, and the devil has become a barrier. In the future, it will be difficult to advance in cultivation, or he will become a devil in the worst case."
Iron Hand Yama's face darkened when he heard this, and his eyes changed. He was a little surprised that this monk had such amazing eyesight.
How could he not know that every day when he closed his eyes, he would see the images of members of the pirate group dying tragically one by one? It has long become a demonic obstacle. It seems heartless, but in fact it is already a walking corpse.
"Master Xuanbei, what's your advice?" Iron Hand Yama asked sincerely.
Xuanbei shook his head gently: "Cause and effect cannot be determined, and obsession is difficult to explain. If you are willing to let go, you can follow me to Xuanguang Temple. In ten years, the inner demons of the donor should be resolved."
Hearing this, Iron Hand Yama couldn't help but smile and said: "Ten years is really not a long time, but I am free by nature. I would rather die in a state of obsession than go to some temple and be ordained as a monk. Master, your kindness , I understand.”
Master Xuanbei smiled and said nothing, turned to look at Xiao Chen, and asked in a serious tone: "Little benefactor, can you tell me why the Black Lotus Sect has been chasing you for thousands of miles, and even sent out formations such as the King Kong Dharma Protector?"
Xiao Chen's face darkened. As Master Xuanbei spoke, his eyes looked directly at him.
His eyes seemed to be able to see through all the truth and lies in the world.
He had an inexplicable premonition that if he were in the desert, he might be forcibly taken back to Xuanguang Temple in Mount Putuo.
"I don't know either."
Xiao Chen smiled bitterly and replied.
After the words fell, he felt an invisible pressure disappear. Master Xuanbei nodded: "Thank you, donor, for telling the truth and dispelling the misunderstanding."
Xiao Chen really didn't know. This was the biggest truth. If he found any other excuses, he would probably be in real trouble.
"It's still some distance from Dongxuan Mountain. I'll see you off now."
Xiao Chen was overjoyed: "That's very good, please trouble Master Xuanbei."
No one knows whether the people from the Black Lotus Sect will appear again. Being escorted by a master is enough to ensure safety, which is naturally the best thing.
Two hours later, the situation here suddenly changed, and the Black Lotus Sect's teams waiting at other intersections gathered together.
"Holy Son, it was here that he was rescued by an eminent monk from Putuo Mountain. Now, he should enter a certain paradise."
The injured Vajra Protector explained to the Holy Son Mingxuan, who was dressed in white as snow and was spotless.
Holy Son Mingxuan was thoughtful: "It seems that he had a plan. He knew that we couldn't enter the Cave Heaven Paradise, so he planned to hide here for a while."
As for how long he will hide, he doesn't know, maybe a year, maybe ten years.
Thinking of this, everyone in the Black Lotus Sect couldn't help but feel frustrated. The time limit given by the leader would obviously not be too long.
"That's a good idea, but if you think that I won't be able to catch you if you hide in the Paradise of Cave, you are totally wrong."
Holy Son Mingxuan said softly with an expressionless face.
The four Vajra Protectors expressed their confusion and asked one after another: "Holy Son, what is your advice?"
"I have my own way. You should return to the Holy Mountain first and explain the situation to the Hierarch." Holy Son Mingxuan did not want to say more, but he seemed to have everything in mind and did not look too embarrassed at all.