Buddha's head Buddha's head, the head has a special meaning in Buddhist scriptures. It cuts the thread of love, carries the light of wisdom, and is the source of all dharma. Touching the monk's head is like touching the scales of a dragon.
Jie Se's face is sulky, his white clothes are inspiring, and his whole body is full of energy and energy, ready to go.
The Buddha's head said leisurely: "Amitabha, bear with me."
After rebooting, he was enlightened, calmed down his anger, and clasped his hands together: "You can become a Buddha with a hundred patience. People in the world are not worth caring about. What the master said is true, but my disciple's practice is still shallow."
Buddha shook his head: "What I mean is, if you can't beat someone, just endure it and don't try to take advantage of it."
Jiese thought for a while and was convinced: "Master sees through the essence of things and returns to his original nature. My disciple admires me."
After that, he stood quietly by the door, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, and let his grandma beat her head, indifferently.
Grandma is also a stubborn girl, banging her head and humming a tune.
"Relics, the color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is color, the feelings, thoughts and actions are also like this." Jingse silently recited the Buddhist sutra in his heart, and recited: "Relics, these dharmas are empty and not different. Life is immortal, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. That’s why my head hurts, my head hurts, and I think of shoveling shit... "
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Buddha head said solemnly: "Is the child okay?"
Grandma gave up, finally let the young monk go, and knocked on the old monk's bald head: "Okay, good, just died once. My head hurts, my head hurts just thinking about shoveling shit..."
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Thank you, Master, for cutting your flesh to feed the eagle and sacrificing yourself for your disciples.
The entire Lianghua Temple is no stranger to the Wushuang War Spirit. Li Wuxiang was once a disciple of Buddha Head and practiced in Lianghua Temple for several years. Even though the War Spirit and Buddha Head fought fiercely in the main hall, and even though the pagoda was destroyed, the pagoda was smashed. The big plaque crushed the Buddha statue, but in the end no monks were killed.
When Jiese entered the temple, the war spirit had already proclaimed himself a spiritual pearl, and Li Wuxiang died. The stories about that senior brother and the war spirit were all told by the senior brothers and uncles in the temple. If this scene was filmed and spread, it would definitely cause an uproar.
"The wooden fish is still old and hard." Grandma lost interest in knocking the old bald donkey on the head. She stopped with half interest and sighed: "Although I have lived longer than you, I don't see the world as thoroughly as you. There is one thing that is difficult to solve. .”
“What worries the donor?”
Grandma clicked her tongue: "My grandson is different from the descendants of previous generations. The previous descendants were more or less constrained by clan concepts, but he didn't take his ancestors seriously at all, and would only obey if he was threatened. His brain is also more flexible than other descendants, and he always has some bold ideas. Do you think this era is good or bad?"
This is just like how people in the past would subconsciously kneel and kowtow when they heard the word "emperor", but now people would pick their noses and look at you sideways when they hear the word "emperor".
Times have been changing, but in this life, the times have changed too completely, and the halo of ancestors is no longer strong, and it is not like Li Wuxiang who was raised from an early age (grandma always thought that Li Wuxiang was raised by herself), in this life In her great-grandson, grandma and grandma could not find any trace of the majesty of their ancestors.
Buddha Head said calmly: "The poor monk only knows that when the common people have enough food and clothing, the times will be good. As for the donor's troubles about the child, the poor monk has a little insight and can tell me."
"explain."
"You can't blame society for memorizing. If children are not taught well, it has nothing to do with the times."
"That makes sense." Grandma curled her lips.
She looked at the Buddha statue in silence. After a moment, she said softly: "Human desire is the basis of prosperity and the reason for destruction. Heaven's secret is why all living beings come and go, and the destruction of the world arises from it."
... ...
Outside the Main Hall, gloomy dark clouds were hanging over everyone's heads. The weather was sultry and hot. The forecast said there would be rain this afternoon. Looking at the weather, a heavy rain was about to come.
The square paved with blue bricks is equipped with tables and chairs, offering tea, snacks, fruits and ice-cold beer. There were two bright red banners hanging on the left and right sides of the venue.
Left: Warmly welcome the unparalleled warrior spirit to come here for guidance.
On the right: The blood descendants of the world are a harmonious family that loves you, me and him.
The symposium was initiated by Wushuang Fighting Spirit, the venue was chosen at Lianghua Temple, and the organizer was Baoze Group.
The invitees include famous figures from the seven major families, the Taoist and Buddhist Associations, and casual cultivators with good reputations and clean resumes.
As the host, Wang Laoer kept circling among the major forces and making jokes. The meeting was supposed to start, but the Wushuang Fighting Spirit didn't come out. Some people in the venue complained about this and looked dissatisfied.
If anyone is unhappy, Wang Laoer will come out to comfort him and say nice things.
Wang Laoer is thin and dark, and looks like a middle-aged farmer with his face turned to the earth and his back to the sky. He is a lay disciple of Lianghua Temple. His master is the 18th disciple of Fotou. His dharma name is Puguang. He studies the Diamond Sutra and Fudo Ming Wangyin, who went down the mountain to practice when he was young, gained great fame, and was nicknamed: Powerful Vajra.
Wang Laoer is a man who is better than his master. He not only received the true inheritance from his master, but also practiced many hard skills. His smooth and elegant personality is exactly the opposite of his skills. The King of Thunder and Lightning asked him to host this symposium. In addition to his relationship with Lianghua Temple, and his all-round and exquisite character, he was very suitable to act as a lubricant in the middle. The worst part is that if something really happens, he will be like a stone in the pit and very resistant to beatings.
"The symposium can't be held, and people can't leave."
"It's just a show, isn't it? Since you want something from us, don't be pretentious."
"Humph, he was just born, and he already wants to command the world."
Voices of dissatisfaction came from all over the venue, and Wang Laoer was tired of dealing with it.
"Bang!"
The door of the Main Hall was pushed open, and my grandma, dressed in hot pants and a T-shirt and dressed as a girl next door, stepped across the tall threshold and appeared in front of everyone.
The noisy sound suddenly stopped, and the scene became quiet.
Twenty years later, the Li family's female fighting spirit reappeared in the world. The young people who saw her back then have become middle-aged uncles. The middle-aged uncle has gray hair on his temples. The old people become more and more senile.
She is still in her prime.
The Buddha's head follows closely behind, wearing a red cassock with gold trim and an ancient face.
The Buddha's head and grandma sit on two big chairs under the plaque of "Mahatma Palace", and in the square under the steps, there are dozens of "leaders" level figures. There were almost no young people present. They were all the people from all the forces who could make the final decision. At worst, they were the second or third-ranked bosses.
When everyone arrived, Lao Wang Er picked up the microphone on the table and coughed: "Welcome everyone to participate in this symposium. As we all know, the birth of Panshen Palace is about to happen. We are very lucky because this is our opportunity. It is also unfortunate. This is our disaster."
"Every time the Ten Thousand Gods Palace is born, it will inevitably cause a bloody storm. The scars left by the demon Wangchen eighty years ago in our blood world are still there, and the turmoil caused by Li Wuxiang twenty years ago is right before our eyes." Mr. Wang Er was heartbroken: "Let's not talk about the demon Wangchen, the Zhuzi who brought trouble to the world. But Li Wuxiang's death is really a pity, and those who died at his hands are not all your clansmen."
"A virtuous person will keep the treasure. Li Wuxiang is not so destined. He is just seeking his own death. If he hands over the treasure, no one will make things difficult for him." Someone said.
His words attracted everyone's agreement.
The person who spoke was wearing black martial arts uniform, with gray hair and fierce eyes. He was the younger brother of the head of the Wu family. He was ranked 60th on the blood descendant list and possessed the soul-cutting sword Wu Qilin.
"Wu Laoer's words are right," Wang Laoer said in a tactful manner, "but I got the treasure on my own merit, so why should I give it to you?"
Wu Qilin snorted coldly: "We also robbed it based on our ability."
"These words are disrespectful." Wang Laoer lamented, holding up the microphone, "Times have changed. Fighting and killing are still popular these days. In order to prevent the recurrence of tragedy and maintain social peace. Companies and wars After discussion, Senior Hun decided to share the Palace of the Gods with everyone."
There was an uproar below, and everyone was whispering to each other.
"How to share?"
“I don’t even know where the Pantheon Palace is.”
Wang Laoer smiled slightly: "As you expected, Wushuang War Spirit knows where the Pantheon Palace is. Once the Pantheon Palace is opened, she will take you in. But she has a condition."
Several monks handed out a contract to the big guys present.
Wang Laoer said with a smile: "It's very simple. As long as you represent the major families, sign it and promise that before the opening of the Wan Shen Palace, you will never harm the heirs of the Li family, no longer monitor him, and will not pay attention to him. Everyone is here for Wan Shen Palace, since War Spirit is willing to reveal the location of Wan Shen Palace, there is no need to hold on to the heirs of the Li family, is that right?"
Talkers from major families, heads of Buddhist and Taoist sects, and directors read over the contract.
The grandma who was clearly the initiator was leaning on the imperial chair, crossing her legs, and texting with her great-grandson.
Grandma: "Have you taken on any missions recently? Who is protecting you in the company?"
Do what you do and love what you do: "I haven't been on a mission recently. I'm practicing hard in the company. Grandma, I'm really good. Just after you left, I defeated a foreigner and helped the company solve a big problem."
They chatted on WeChat.
Do what you do and love what you do: "Where did grandma go?"
Grandma: "It's not a big deal if I have meetings with the talkers from major families and they are always thinking about you."
Do what you do and love what you do: "What are grandma and grandma going to do?"
Grandma: "I told them that if the Pantheon Palace is opened, I will take them there, but before it is opened, I can't hurt you."
Do what you do and love what you do: "My breasts, my own breasts. [Touched]"
Li Xianyu sent a picture, which is a gaming helmet full of technology.
Do what you do and love what you do: "As a filial piety to my grandma, my grandson has a little doubt. Didn't you say that he doesn't know where the Palace of the Gods is?"
The corners of Grandma's mouth raised as she typed: "[touching head expression] Be good, I'm not hurting you in vain. Besides, I definitely don't know the address of the Palace of the Gods."
Do what you do and love what you do: "Suddenly I had a bad feeling. [I was so scared that Xiao Yugan lost his expression]"
Grandma: "You believe it, but they won't believe it. Instead of letting them fight endlessly, it's better to stabilize these guys first. You take the opportunity to develop in a wretched way."
Do what you do and love what you do: "It makes sense, but my dad was such a dick back then, wouldn't he be dead in the same way?"
Grandma: "Idiot, what happened to your dad is different. He did indeed enter the Palace of All Gods and got the treasure, just like the Golden Retriever Lion King who took away the dragon-slaying knife. And as long as you don't let go, they want to know about the All Gods I won't kill you if I know the location of the palace. This is called delaying the attack."
Whether she knows the location of the Pantheon Palace is actually not important. What is important is that everyone thinks she knows. Then she has to know even if she doesn't know. Rather than letting the fledgling great-grandson be oppressed and threatened, it is better to bluff and buy him some breathing time.
No one knows when the Pantheon Palace will be opened. It may be a few months, maybe a year, or even longer. This period of time is enough for Li Xianyu to grow up.
Talkers from various major families quickly browsed through the contracts.
"If there is no problem, sign your name and seal, and this symposium will be successfully concluded." Wang Laoer said loudly.
"The Chen family disagrees." The Chen family said calmly.
"The Shen family disagrees."
"The Wang family disagrees."
... ...
"Huang Yunguan disagrees."
"Wo Niu Guan disagrees."
In addition to the heads of Buddhism, the talkers of the seven major families, and the heads of Taoism, less than one-tenth of the people agreed.
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