On the top of Yunmeng Mountain, in the thick fog, there was a melodious Buddha sound.
"Amitabha, the Buddha said: There are thousands of lights, it is better to have a lamp in the heart, why should Lord Lin be in a hurry, there is a lamp in the heart, and the willows and flowers will be bright."
The sound of the Buddha is like a morning bell and a dusk drum, whirling and oscillating, straight into the soul.
A round-faced monk dressed in a gray robe, twisting Buddhist beads in his hands, his eyes closed, and his mouth reciting the Immovable Heart Sutra.
If you are a mortal here, you can't help but bow down and listen to the wisdom of Buddhism.
It's a pity that the person opposite the old monk is as immobile as a mountain, and the sound of the Buddha is like flowing water meeting a stone, avoiding it.
"Okay, Chen Dongzhi, you have to recite the scriptures, don't recite them in front of me."
On the opposite side of the old monk, a young man with a look of only more than 20 people, dressed in white deep clothes, with a square scarf on his head, was full of luxury, standing like a pine and cypress.
"Now that the old monk has become a monk, Chen Dongzhi's name has naturally passed away like flowing water, and the old monk is now called Huishui."
"Ridiculous!"
The young man shook his head sarcastically, "Then you are now a member of the Buddhist Sect?"
Or the Chen family?
” "Lord Lin, the Buddha said: A thought of foolishness is like a god, and a thought of wisdom is like a life."
"Okay, Chen Dongzhi, even if I am as determined as a mountain, I can't resist you chanting the scriptures every day.
You monks are like this, ask you one, you answer me two, ask you two, you answer three, change the topic for me every day.
You just deceive the laity, why do you have to deceive me. ” The young man Lin Tongzong was very unhappy.
Three days ago, the Chen family and the Lin family of the hidden family came to Yunmeng Mountain to punish evil spirits on the order of Qionghua Xianmen.
It's a pity that the cultivators of Yunmeng Mountain knew that they were invincible and hid in a small world, and they couldn't break through the seal.
Now he and the old monk Chen Dongzhi opposite are guarding Yunmeng Mountain, the entrance and exit of the North Wind Realm.
Lin Tongzong snorted coldly: "I think you are not willing to give up the world, you are all a monk, what kind of strength do you have.
I still fell in love with the treasures of Yunmeng Mountain, but I heard that the treasures of Yunmeng Mountain are like mountains. ” The person known as Chen Dongzhi folded his hands together and said compassionately: "Saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, Yunmeng Mountain bewitches the world, and disrespects the immortals and Buddhas."
We cultivators, with great wisdom, are bound to save people from hell. ” "Haha!"
The sound of stubble came, and the two of them shook their bodies, only to feel the cold wind pressing on their chests, and at the same time looking to the east.
I saw three people coming from the east, the people at the head were very popular, and the two people behind them were also immortal wind bones.
These three people are Chu Wangxian, Zuo Ci and Chen Jun.
"A good one who saves a life is better than a seventh-level floating slaughter, dare to ask the master, how many levels of floating slaughter is it better to save a beast?"
Chu Wangxian walked over, smiling rather than smiling, staring at Chen Dongzhi with a pair of eyes.
Chen Dongzhi raised his palm with one hand, and the law was strict, just like the old Buddha in the temple said: "Amitabha, donor, Buddha said: All beings are equal." ” "What about plants?"
"Six reincarnations, every grass and tree are equal."
The old monk Zhizhu was holding it, and replied in a deep voice.
Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come, Chen Dongzhi does not think that Chu Wangxian and the three are good people.
His eyes were full of Buddha light, staring at Chu Wangxian.
Chu Wangxian shook his hands and muttered: "No, no, no, you haven't understood it yet, old monk!"
” "Donor, can you explain in detail?"
Chu Wangxian shrugged his shoulders again and said with a smile: "Let me ask you, Guanyin Bodhisattva sits on the golden retriever, Fuxian Bodhisattva sits on the six-tusked white elephant, Manjushri Bodhisattva sits on the green lion, and Jizo Bodhisattva sits on slander, are they equal?"
The Buddha sits on the Vajra Golden Lotus, are they equal?
” "That's right, I think the golden retriever should sit on Guanyin, and the Buddha is carrying the Vajra Golden Lotus, so all beings are equal."
Zuo Ci teased sarcastically.
His eyes are clear, as if the Buddha has seen through the tricks.
Chen Dongzhi's face sank like water, his hands were folded, and he recited a curse.
"Donor, clever words, full of vanity, Buddhism is compassionate, and it can't tolerate you arrogant people."
The old monk called the Buddha's name, and his hands were sealed.
Suddenly, Chen Dongzhi displayed the sun seal of the Buddha Gate.
The infinite Buddha light is added to his body, and the majesty is fully revealed, just like the golden Buddha descending, and the scorching sun shines on the sky.
Lin Tongzong's arm on the side burned and his heart was shocked, this golden light penetrated through, like a flame on his face, and while he resisted with all his strength, he secretly shouted in his heart.
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If you bathe in the golden light for a while, I am afraid that you will be burned to death by the Buddha's light.
Looking at the three people opposite, Lin Tongzong was shocked.
"How is that possible!"
These three people were like bathing in the warm sun, not moved, but smiling, like a leisurely stroll.
"This golden light is interesting!"
Chu Wangxian quipped.
Zuo Ci waved his hand and said disdainfully: "Okay, I haven't seen the golden light of the Buddhas of Buddhism, a group of white Tianzhu, when they fight with them, each of them is called the wisdom of the sun's golden light, but in fact, it's just like that, bluffing mortals." ” Chen Dongzhi's heart shook wildly!
Such a powerful demon, even the golden light of Buddhism is not afraid.
"Demons, ten thousand Buddhas to the sky, how can you break it."
He clasped his hands together and slapped it suddenly, this Buddha Gate King Kong palm power can break through the steel wall, even if it is a tank and chariot, it can also be penetrated with one palm.
Bang!
Chen Dongzhi screamed, he felt as if he was slapping on the mountain rock, the opposite side did not move at all, and his hands were broken.
Build your own foundation and cultivate, but you are invincible?
"The power of the ants, it's really boring, do you want to kill it!"
Zuo Ci's eyes showed a faint calmness, and he casually looked at Chu Wangxian and asked. was called an ant, and Chen Dongzhi's palm was actually devoured, Lin Tongzong was horrified in his heart, and he didn't dare to move on the spot.
"Don't kill it yet, let me ask, which of you is surnamed Chen?"
Chen Jian stared at the two of them, and since he said that there was a hidden family surnamed Chen, he took the opportunity to ask.
In his eyes, these two people are just ants, building a foundation and cultivating them, and they can be destroyed with a snap of a finger.
"You!"
Chen Dongzhi was cold, he just wanted to speak, but he saw Chen Lu's momentum crushing, this momentum surpassed any immortal cultivator he had seen, as if he had fallen into an infinite abyss, and he couldn't escape at all.
"Say!"
This sentence was like a giant mallet, smashing straight into Chen Dongzhi's chest.
He forced a sigh of relief, and quickly bowed down and replied: "It turns out that the donor is also a cultivator, and they are all misunderstandings, poor monks and wise water."
Chen Jian didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and asked sharply with disdain: "Qi Ying Zhizeng; Guardian Hongchang.
Overcome the light; Xiqing extended.
Cherish the ancestors and worship the good; Praise to grace.
Junjie Xianrong; Tagara Matsuru.
Wu Lin Xuehai; Congratulations to Yukang.
Wei Zhenhuahan; Far to the East.
You're that kind of person. ” When Chen Jian read out the forty-eight-character list, Chen Dongzhi on the other side was stunned, but he didn't dare not answer.
"The poor monk is an Eastern generation, commonly known as Chen Dongzhi."
The ancestors of the same clan set the generations, and the names of the descendants are arranged according to their respective generations.
Chen Jun looked at it, with a strange look on his face.
"Are you the Chen family of Baiyun Mountain?"
"It's the Chen family in Baiyun Mountain, I don't know if the seniors can know my predecessors of the Chen family."
Chen Dongzhi didn't dare to be verbose anymore, and endured his injuries and concentrated on coping.
Baiyun Mountain is the branch of Chen Tuan, who was also known as Mr.
Baiyun back then.
"It's really funny, how did your junior become a monk."
Chu Wangxian smiled casually.
"That's really ridiculous, you have eyebrows with that cloth bag monk, this is retribution."
Zuo Ci is not a big deal.
Chen Tuan was furious, he was really a member of his Chen family, his eyes were like blades cut off, and his anger was like a sea that instantly devoured Chen Dongzhi.
"Bastard, kneel down for me, I'm your ancestor Chen Lu."