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The bells and chimes of the Great Foshan are ringing together, and a round of Buddha light rises. Among them, the Buddha and Bodhisattva are looming, the celestial lady is flying in blue, and the sound of chanting and chanting can be heard from thousands of miles away.
The monks of Tianlong Temple all folded their hands toward the Great Hall of the Great Heroes on the top of the mountain, and said, "Amitabha Buddha."
"Zen Mind Fahui! I don't know which disciple is so blessed?" A middle-aged monk stopped the broomstick in his hand and said with admiration.
"Senior brother, don't be envious, as long as we work hard to practice, there will be such a day." The young monk next to him persuaded him, then bowed his head and cleaned the fallen leaves again and stopped watching.
"Oh, how easy is it!"
Just as the big banyan tree king condenses a fruit of wisdom to consume a lot of energy, every Zen dharma meeting in the Tianlong Temple also consumes thousands of years of accumulated aspirations, and the choice of each object is cautious.
"Junior Brother Qingshan is really not the Demon King."
In a monastery, the monk Yideng opened his eyes and smiled with relief, before closing his eyes and continuing to practice.
In the center of the Daxiong Hall, under the gaze of the towering Buddha statue, Li Qingshan poses in an improperly seated manner. He puts his hands on his knees casually, and his long black hair hangs down. There is also a solemn atmosphere on the bronze face.
Suddenly, the slightly closed eyes of the Buddha statue seemed to open a little, and a mysterious Zen sound was uttered from the rich golden lips. In an instant, the sky fell in disorder, and the ground surged with golden lotus, which seemed to be true.
The smallpox fell on the sea of consciousness, and there was a round of ripples, and the ripples converged, and a lot of golden lotus appeared.
Li Qingshan's posture gradually relaxed, and he simply changed to sitting cross-legged, supporting his cheek with one hand, his face thoughtful and enlightened.
Outside the Daxiong Hall, the fearless monk's expression relaxed: "He really has a Buddha nature."
If the Demon King from the Demon Realm came to enjoy this Zen Mind Meeting, his will will inevitably collapse, his magic power would be out of control, and his life would be lost on the spot, but there was no trace of struggling on his face.
"Senior brother, don't worry!" Bu Anger said with a smile.
"If you are the abbot, you can't rest assured." Fearless monk said.
Time passed, the setting sun went down, and the sky was getting late, only the light on the Great Foshan became brighter and brighter. The believers within a thousand miles fell to the ground and worshipped in the direction of the Great Foshan.
Suddenly, a seven-color glow came from far and near, broke into this golden sky, fell in front of the mountain gate of Tianlong Temple, and turned into a ruddy-faced, vigorous monk, wearing a golden silk red robe. The pendant is adorned with precious stones, exuding a strange brilliance, holding a nine-ring Zen stick in his hand, clinking as he walks.
"Senior Brother Qibao is here, and there is a long way to go."
With a bang, the gate of the mountain opened wide, and every door on the mountain opened for the first time. The fearless monk personally greeted him, folded his hands and bowed.
"Brother Wuwei, we haven't seen each other for 130 years since you took over as the abbot of Tianlong Temple!" Qibao Monk returned a gift, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but it disappeared in a flash.
"Please!" The fearless monk raised his sleeves, and the two monks came to the top of the mountain side by side, and met with the unangered monk.
"Unfortunately today, the Daxiong Hall is occupied. Please come to the side hall to sit down," said the fearless monk.
"I don't know who is listening to the Zen Mind Conference?" Qibao Monk asked, pointing to the closed main hall of the Great Hall.
"A disciple." The fearless monk did not want to speak more, and glanced at the unangered monk, wondering what the Qibao monk came from.
The three of them came to the side hall and took a seat. The little novice held a cup of tea, the Qibao monk touched his lips, and then gently put it down.
"Is this tea not the appetite of brother?" Fearless monk said.
"I'm used to drinking the three-leaf bodhi tea from Lingguo Temple. Other teas are always less Zen." Qibao Monk King said.
"The gate of the temple is small and there is no better tea. How many jars of good wine are there, Brother Qibao can drink?" The unangered monk chuckled and drank the tea in the cup.
"Senior Brother Bu Anger is still the same as in the past. Although the murderous aura is much less, the aura of wine and meat has become more and more serious. Although Zen does not adhere to vulgar etiquette, but the Buddhist precepts are still to be observed, otherwise, how can you be an example of sentient beings?" Frown slightly.
"This great responsibility of being a role model for sentient beings can only be undertaken by Senior Brother Qibao, as dull as I am only hopeful." The monk said without anger.
Qibao Monk heard the irony and smiled slightly: "I advise Junior Brother to not be too presumptuous today."
The unangered monk raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, and the fearless monk asked: "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, the brother is not in Longzhou for meditation, why did you come to Qingzhou?"
"Speaking of this, this matter is related to Bu Anger Junior Brother, do you have a disciple named Li Qingshan?" Qibao Monk King asked.
The unangry monk shook his heart: "Not bad!"
"Seven days ago, the third prince Siqing of Great Xia sent a letter to the court, saying that Li Qingshan had practiced magic skills, turned into a demon king, and became a running dog in the demon realm. Dalingguo Temple is responsible for supervising the monks in the world. I came here to investigate. I don’t know where Li Qingshan is now. Let him come out and see!"
Qibao Monk's indifferent way, but with an unquestionable taste, he regarded this Tianlong Temple as his own backyard, recalling Siqing's explanation and promise before leaving, and he strengthened his confidence.
Si Qing's body was destroyed by Li Qingshan, and finally found a new body. It took a lot of time to fit in with the soul, but it was inevitable that his cultivation was greatly damaged, and the hatred for Li Qingshan was high and deep.
As a prince, he was destroyed and almost killed, which was enough to make the imperial court angry. However, he and Li Qingshan were fighting in a fair duel, and it was still a death fight he proposed. The insult would only become a laughing stock, so I came up with this method.
The fearless monk furrowed his brows, and it turned out that the person who came was bad.
Lingguo Temple is known as the number one temple in the world and the head of Buddhism in Kyushu. The abbot of Lingguo Temple is one of the two great national teachers in Great Xia. Reporting Binglingguo Temple for permission, although it was just a cutscene, its power can also be seen.
In addition to the status, there are also relative strengths. The monks of the past are endless. Even today in the decline of Great Xia, the fearless monks still dare not underestimate them.
"Bastard!" The unangry monk cursed.
"What are you talking about?" Qibao Monk King was dumbfounded.
"Senior Brother Qibao, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you, but this kid Siqing. He was defeated in a duel and didn't want to practice hard, but instead slandered my disciple as the Demon King. He really lost the face of the royal family! "
"My Tianlong Temple does not teach the secret method "Suppression of Demons". It may look similar to magic, but it is a real Buddhist technique. I cultivated this technique. Am I also a demon king? "
The unangered monk said, showing the "Suppression of Demons", exuding a rolling demonic energy, but it has a Buddha nature. RS
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