A group of casual cultivators from all over the world looked at each other, and after a moment, bursts of laughter broke out. They entered Mount Emei to hunt for treasures, and had long been prepared to have a big fight with the sects in the mountain. No one expected that the first one to appear and block the way He is actually a little baby monk. wWw.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.Com
Before the laughter stopped, the young monk turned back with a grimace: "Everyone... no... you can't go up the mountain!"
Old man Gongye squinted his eyes and looked at the young monk: "Who is your master?"
The young monk saw that the old man was cleanly dressed and his appearance was not that weird. Although he looked stern, he didn't look too scared anymore. He scratched the back of his head with a wooden fish hammer and asked with a puzzled face: "Master's name." The number is... I forgot."
A thin middle-aged man with a sinister eyebrow said with a sharp laugh: "The little monk has thin skin and tender meat. It will be delicious when stewed with some carrots!"
The little monk's legs were trembling, his lips were gray, and the baby fat on his face was jumping. He didn't dare to speak anymore. He shook his head in fear and refused to get out of the way.
Xiao Yi lay next to Wen Leyang's ear and smiled: "That person's taste is similar to yours."
Wen Leyang shook his head solemnly: "I only eat raw!" After a moment, he hurriedly added: "I mean carrots."
Aunt Hong looked at the young monk's delicate features and overflowing love. She floated to the team without even looking at his steps. She turned around and scolded the thin man who had just spoken: "You are just talking nonsense to scare the children, and you are afraid that your reputation, Qiu Laosi, is not bad enough!" After that, he comforted the little monk softly: "Don't be afraid, my child. Go back to the temple to find your master and get out of the way."
The little novice monk glanced at the old woman with gratitude and shook his head hesitantly: "Master... Master... Master let... let..."
Aunt Hong's old face was white and distressed: "Good child, don't be afraid, speak slowly! These gangsters can scare a good child."
"No... not... scared. I... stutter... was... born!"
There are hundreds of casual cultivators here. All of them are arrogant and not inferior to the landlords. Usually I am not afraid of anything. They are not considered heretics. Those big cultivators have nothing to do and are unwilling to provoke them. This time they went up the mountain hand in hand. As soon as I saw the place, I was stopped by a child. These people maintain their own identity. No one wants to bully the young monk in front of so many people. But after a stalemate for a while. There are still people who can't help it. A fat black man with a very temperamental appearance was the first to be unable to bear it any longer. He jumped out of the team and yelled: "Aunt Hong, please stop talking nonsense to him. Get out of here, kid. Otherwise..." He turned his hands over. Palms toward the sky. A strange word suddenly came out of his mouth.
The tranquil sky suddenly swayed. A rock the size of a van fell from the sky. There was a whine in the air. It hit a small forest not far away.
A group of people cheered happily. Some people showed disdain.
The little monk, who had been scared out of his mind, suddenly screamed and jumped up high. The chubby body turned into a vigorous young dragon in mid-air. It quickly rotated around the boulder falling from the sky. The wooden fish hammer in his hand struck the edge of the stone continuously.
When the boulder was about to hit the ground above the forest. There was a muffled sound. The big stone suddenly exploded into powder. Falling quietly in the forest. No more strength.
The young monk also returned to Aunt Hong, still looking frightened and cowardly: "Trees... growing... is not easy... one grass... one grass... one grass... in Mount Emei..." Listening to hundreds of scattered chats with netbsp; Xiu was like a group of ducks that were suddenly beheaded. He was silent for a moment, staring at the little monk in front of him in stunned silence. The power of the boulder just now was not too great for them. Many of them could smash it or dodge it, but if they had to There are not many people who can turn it into powder in a moment like the little monk.
Aunt Hong quickly took a few steps away. The original pleasant look on her face was gone, replaced by a cold and stern tone: "It turns out that the old woman misunderstood and foolishly came up to act like a good person. Thank you, Master, for not taking that hammer just now." Come on, son."
The young monk didn't seem to understand why the old woman suddenly turned against her. He was eager to explain, but he couldn't say a word in his hurry.
Aunt Hong continued to sneer: "Little Hongxi in northern Hebei, Aunt Hong is overestimating her abilities and wants to ask for advice. Please give me a name from the master! If you don't remember who your master is, you won't even forget your own name. Bar."
A rustling sound came from behind Little Stutter.
Nine young bald monks, like magic, walked out from behind the boulder where the young monk had just been perched. One by one, they walked up to the young monk, put their hands together and saluted with sleepy eyes: "Good morning, Uncle Master."
The little monk then breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his chubby hand and stammered to Aunt Hong: "Let...let Xuan and Xuanniao come...speak!"
A monk in his early thirties took a step forward cheerfully, clasped his hands and saluted, and sang loudly to everyone: "Da Leiyin Temple, Xuanniiao has seen all the gods." His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, with a faint smile, as if He didn't take the situation at hand to heart at all.
The Buddhist names of the last five generations of monks in the Great Mercy Temple are Shan, Xi, Xuan, Zen, and Mie. Among them, there are only a few old monks left with the word Shan. They have long since stopped paying attention to the world and are hiding in the temple to concentrate on practicing Buddhism. Now the temple has The abbot and abbots of various academies are all eminent monks of the Xi Xuan generation. The monk in front of him calls himself Xuan Niao. If you think about it this way, his seven or eight-year-old stuttering uncle is actually a monk of the Xi Xuan generation.
Each of these casual cultivators had strange expressions and whispered to each other in low voices. Aunt Hong looked at Xiao Keba hesitantly: "Are you a monk with a Chinese character?"
Xiao Qiba clasped his hands together and said, "Great Mercy Temple, I hope...I hope the sound will be heard."
Xiao Yi covered his mouth and laughed softly: "Sacrifice, this name is not very auspicious."
Wen Leyang shook his head and said nothing. He didn't know the seniority rules in Daleiyin Temple. Even if he knew, he wouldn't understand what the monks of the Xi generation who came out of Mount Emei meant to cultivators. But even if he at least understood it, Such a big stone was smashed into powder by that wooden fish hammer.
Aunt Hong seemed to want to say something more, but Niu Lishi jumped out impatiently, shaking the huge mace in his hand twice: "Monk, stay away, we hundreds of casual cultivators went up the mountain together, we didn't think about dealing with them. In the Great Mercy Temple, there will be a rare treasure on Zhanyan Peak. This matter has been spread all over the world for a long time. You can't cover it up even if you want to..." He is a big boss. He talks about whatever comes to his mind. Everyone knows it anyway. What does he mean.
Xuanniao shook his head with a hint of helplessness: "Dear gods, it is clear that the auspicious treasures descended from the sky and appear in the world are all nonsense. The ancient cave where Zhanyan Peak appeared is true, but there is no treasure at all. On the contrary, it is a huge evil. On the ground, several people in the temple are currently deducing the whole story on Zhanyan Peak. There are also many senior brothers practicing mountain-protecting formations on the peak. If you all go up hastily, you may be in danger. According to the young monk, everyone Why don't you follow me to the other courtyard to rest and have some vegetarian food? After the elders and senior brothers have withdrawn, we will take you all to visit the mountain."
The reporter whose camera had been smashed by Niu Lux suddenly spoke up, his gentle manner with a stinging sourness: "The monk sealed the Zhanyan Peak, and then told us that there are no treasures on the mountain?"
Coax, all of a sudden, the casual cultivators who were hesitant just now all became ferocious.
"The monk has evil intentions and wants to hide the treasure secretly!"
"Monk, hurry up and get out of here. You've offended the ancestors. It doesn't matter which temple you belong to!"
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A group of people pointed at the monks and yelled random curses, with accents from the South and the North, and various dialects. The little boy was in a hurry and stamped his feet anxiously. However, the monks of the Xuan generation were not angry, and all of them had faint smiles on their faces. .
The casual cultivators became more and more chaotic as they scolded each other. They gradually scolded the bald monk to the lame neighbor of the nun's house. Niu Lishi stood in line and scolded the hardest. Aunt Hong and Old Man Gongye shouted several times but couldn't stop it. Suddenly Xuanniao smiled. He took a step forward and sang a Buddhist verse in a long voice: "A~mi~tuo~fo~"
In the midst of the chaotic curses, this Buddhist verse was like a ray of coolness, which suddenly penetrated from everyone's eardrums to their hearts.
At the same time, echoes from the distant mountains came back from all directions. The other eight monks stepped forward and chanted Buddhist verses one after another, one after another, overlapping with the echoes in the valley. After the ninth monk finished chanting, Xuan The bird began to sing again, but in a matter of seconds, the Buddhist chants that made people feel peaceful had gathered into the vast heavenly sound, and turned into a deafening sound like a bell, hitting everyone's hearts heavily. The lowly casual cultivators felt that the blood was flowing all over their bodies. No matter how hard their hearts beat, they could not keep up with the blood flow. They covered their chests with their hands and fell to the ground with pale faces.
On the other hand, Wen Leyang, Xiao Yi, and Mu Mu only felt that the sound was loud and the roaring in their ears was uncomfortable, but they had no other strange feelings. The Sanskrit singing of the Great Mercy Temple was so powerful that it shocked the world with the pure Yuanyang of Buddhism. The power activates the power of heaven and directly attacks the enemy's hard-earned innate true energy. Over time, it can dissipate the accumulation of the cultivator.
Wen Leyang and others have neither soul nor vitality, but they are fine.
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