"How can you master the lost Tathagata Zen method of my Leiyin Temple?"
"Only at the ninth level of Tathagata Zen can the appearance of the Tathagata appear. How can you manifest it?"
"That's right, you can possess the top-grade magical implements of my Leiyin Temple, and you can practice meditation like this, you must have had the adventure of my Leiyin Temple, received the enlightenment from the ancient Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in my temple, and also took their personal belongings. Magical weapon."
"But... you are just a prince who has only been reciting scriptures for two years. What qualifications and blessings do you have to have all this?"
"According to your destiny, you are just a mortal prince who should have died long ago. You are a prince who should be remembered in the history books as having died on the city wall. Why can you obtain such power to delay your destiny?"
The abbot sat on the snow in shock, his whole body trembling. After the initial shock, he was now angry because he was shocked to realize that the power and inheritance that originally belonged to Leiyin Temple had been obtained by the prince.
How else to explain all this
In this short period of time, Xia Ji had already seen all kinds of expressions on the abbot's face. He asked, "Why don't you think I am the reincarnation of the Buddha?"
The abbot said: "You are not, you are absolutely not!"
Xia Ji said: "Why?"
"In your destiny, you are by no means a god or Buddha, but a person who has already died." The abbot gritted his teeth. "Although you are still alive now, you have become an anomaly. Although the destiny is unpredictable, it has never been easy. No exceptions allowed.”
"What destiny did you see?"
"I won't tell you!"
"you will."
"Do you think I'm afraid of death or torture?" The abbot laughed heartily. There was a trace of fear and a trace of determination in his expression. What was he afraid of and what was he determined about
Xia Ji grabbed the abbot, and since he didn't answer, he would torture him.
But the abbot was not weak. He shouted loudly, "Kill!"
As he raised his hand, a layer of golden light emitted from his palm, and the golden light quickly covered it like gold metal, covering all the hand lines and pores in his palm, forming a large red gold hand.
"Vajrapani!"
The abbot suddenly rose up, his muscles were like piercing the air and his energy was like sharp arrows. He faced Xia Ji with his big red gold hand. In the process of pushing out, a blade of impeller was born in the red gold light. It's datura flowers and leaves.
In some sects, the mandala is the center of energy, showing the true array of the universe and integrating the Zen circle of introjection.
Although the abbot of Leiyin Temple has not fully understood this Zen perfection, or the "Demon-Suppressing Vajrapani" himself cannot fully comprehend the possibilities of this intention, otherwise he should have flowers blooming in his palms, spitting flowers from his mouth, and growing flowers on his navel. Flowers, flowers bloom step by step.
Even though the impeller never showed its Dharma form, it finally took on the appearance of subduing demons. It went from quiet and majestic to majestic, and then turned into a dazzling Vajra hand when it fell in front of Xia Ji.
Xia Ji stretched out a finger to block the giant hand.
Abbot:…
Xia Ji said: "Destiny is ultimately illusory, what is the abbot afraid of
If you say it, your destiny will continue. If you don't say it, your destiny will be over today. "
The abbot did not answer, but took up more Qi again and again, trying to break through that finger. However, the finger was like the vast sun hanging high in the sky, and the internal energy in it was extremely powerful and pure.
With every impact he made, the strength on his fingers would increase correspondingly. Even if he burned his essence and blood and used the energy he had never had before, the strength would still increase, no more, no less, just enough to crush him.
Only then did the abbot realize that the young prince in front of him was not using his full strength at all, and no matter what he did, he was just a clown doing the mantis-like thing.
At this time, he could no longer escape. The internal struggle was like a charge between two armies. Once caught, he could not retreat easily, otherwise he would be defeated like a mountain.
Therefore, the abbot suddenly sighed and said: "Your Majesty, Seventh Highness, I have a proposal."
"explain."
"If you don't become a monk and become the abbot of my Leiyin Temple, you will be enlightened by my ancient Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and you will bear the consequences, and you will be able to restore the former glory of my Leiyin Temple.
Once you become a monk, you will no longer have a home, and there will no longer be Xia Ji in the world. Then the fate and karma belonging to Xia Ji will disappear, and this will ensure peace for the rest of your life. "
Xia Ji said: "Is this what fate tells you?"
The abbot shook his head and just affirmed: "Being a monk will naturally clear away the cause and effect."
Xia Jidao: "If the abbot's karma has been cleared, then why do you want to be the new king's dog and watch the door here?"
The abbot said: "I have never been loyal to anyone, but only obeyed the destiny."
Xia Ji's expression remained motionless, but his fingertips suddenly lit up, just like the scorching summer sun rising in the deep winter snowy night. The hot and scorching Qi suddenly rose and pressed towards the big red hand again.
The golden earth ushered in the falling stars.
Click.
Kaka…
The earth was broken, and the mandala impeller was also broken.
The abbot's zhenqi of Leiyin Temple was completely shattered at this moment, and his palms were invaded by the scorching hot zhenqi, as if a blazing anger was born in his body, cooking his internal organs and blood meridians.
The body is a city wall.
The organs are for the people.
Qi is a soldier.
Once the city wall is broken and the soldiers are destroyed, then the city will be massacred.
But Xia Ji paused for a moment, and while the abbot was still conscious, he asked, "Say?"
"I...if I said it, even if I come...in the next life, I won't be able to achieve enlightenment." The abbot snorted, his face turned purple, and then all the luster in his eyes disappeared.
He actually committed suicide!
Xia Ji's Nine Yang Qi was not withdrawn.
Soon, a lot of boiling blood mist rose from the abbot's seven orifices.
Xia Ji then raised his finger, no longer looking at the dead abbot, but looked at the little novice monk, and said gently: "Take me to find the Secret Treasure of Tathagata."
The little novice monk was trembling. He saw with his own eyes that so many masters, uncles, and brothers were crushed by the prince in front of him. He was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, trembling. In his heart, he just silently prayed to the gods in the sky to open their eyes and save him. This demon was directly suppressed and killed.
Seeing the novice monk's silence, Xia Ji smiled and said, "It was the abbot who asked you to take me to see the secret treasure. Monks don't lie. If there is cause and effect, the cause lies with the abbot, not you."
This sentence instantly shattered the heart of the little novice monk. He cursed the prince in his heart, but his mouth trembled and said: "Your Highness, follow... follow me."
This time, the little novice monk held the lantern, feeling drowsy, and led the prince around to another hidden pavilion. He placed the green lantern on the side of the wall, and then performed a series of operations. After a while, in the light, three seven-treasure secret boxes placed horizontally appeared at the end, "Your Highness, the "Secret Treasures of the Tathagata" are in the box on the left."
At this moment, dense footsteps came from the mountain path outside the house.
Many yellow-robed monks clutched the copper rods of the commandments and stepped on the snow to surround them. The leading monk had thick eyebrows and leopard eyes, holding a torch, which illuminated the white sky with a blazing light.
Xia Ji walked to the end of the small pavilion, opened the box, and under the light, an ancient book was revealed inside. The pages of the book were old and exuded the flavor of history, and the writing on the cover was still new, which read "The Secret Treasures of the Tathagata" "Six words, very popular.
Xia Ji casually tore off the cover, crumpled it into a ball and threw it aside.
Footsteps outside the door are approaching.
The monks in yellow all looked solemn and quickly formed an array in front of the small pavilion. One group of eighteen was the bronze man array, and the eighteen eighteen were the Arhat array. What suppressed demons suppressed the spirit, but what the Arhats subdued was the demon. body.
The two major formation disks are only available to temples with profound foundations such as Leiyin Temple. Although they have been used less and less for a long time, they are still used at this time.
Xia Ji turned to the first page.
"As I heard, all the outflows have been eliminated, and the troubles are gone. The mind is at ease, the mind is liberated by virtue, and the mind is liberated by wisdom..."
While he was reciting, fire came from outside the door of the small pavilion.
The legs of the young novice named Yuanzhi were trembling.
Xia Ji suddenly asked: "Is the young master afraid of demons?"
"Sincerity... seek Zen with your heart, work diligently on the spiritual platform... don't be afraid..."
"Then am I a devil?"
"Your Highness... Your Highness, no... not..."
Xia Ji tore up the first page of the secret book again and took it out. The page flew out, passed through the space, and directly slit the throat of Yuan Zhi in front of the door. Before the little novice could react, death had already come. .
When he was still conscious, Xia Ji said softly: "Go after Abbot Yi, he should not have gone far on the road to hell."