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Puci lowered his eyebrows, thousands of whirling lights reflected in his eyes, "Does the benefactor know that the Buddha also has fire?"
Zuo Daoqi retreated a step cowardly, almost sticking to the real person Xuan Miao, and already smelled the lotus-like fragrance on her body with the tip of his nose.
"Zen Master is a great Buddhist monk, so he won't beat me up just because of a word I say?"
Puci's breathing is slightly stagnant, am I going to beat you? I want to kill you!
Zuo Dodge continued, "Unlike Taoism, he won't get angry no matter what I say, Buddhism must be very strict, I won't go."
While laughing and cursing, he completely abandoned his relationship with Buddhism.
And it seems to be intentional or unintentional that the precepts of Buddhism are very strict, so as to eliminate the thorn that Puci just planted in the hearts of everyone.
Puti looked at Zuo Daoqi, but suddenly laughed, very kindly.
But the golden Buddha behind him is more solid. The Buddha has three faces, corresponding to 360 degrees respectively. Thousands of hands and arms emerge from the whole body, holding various magic weapons, covering the sky and the sun, and the light and shadow are swaying.
A thunder exploded in the sky, the smile on Pu Ci's face disappeared, and he suddenly shouted, "The future is not back!?"
Suddenly, the Buddha caught the sun, and his body was covered with golden light.
In an instant, countless people on the ground fell to their knees!
Yan Chixia staggered instantly, pinching someone's sleeve involuntarily, stood up, then glanced at Zi Li who was being dragged by him, stroked his deliberately long beard, and said as if nothing had happened.
"You young people are in good health. This man is getting older and thinking about becoming a fairy and ancestor all day long, so his body is not as good as before."
"Little brother, are you from the Zi family? I am Yan Chixia from the last line, and the head of the Yin Division of the Demon Slaying Mansion is my uncle."
Zi Li glanced back at him, without saying a word, but stared solemnly at Pu Ci in the sky.
Yan Chixia was still chattering, he had already got up, and seeing that Zi Li ignored him, he turned to look at the group of monks behind him. , directly knelt down on both knees, Yan Chixia shook his head slightly, and said.
"You don't always think about becoming immortals and ancestors. You still need to practice some martial arts and strengthen your body. Just look, my cultivation level is similar to yours. Why am I fine?"
"What, the old monk's outburst was too sudden, otherwise, we should be prepared and want us to kneel down, it would not be so easy."
As soon as someone's voice of sophistry fell, the golden Buddha suddenly uttered a Sanskrit sound. In the golden clouds all over the sky, there seemed to be countless Arhat Bodhisattvas emerging, surrounding a six-foot-two-inch golden Buddha, and reciting Buddhist scriptures.
"The future returns!"
Slap!
This time, before the people behind Yan Chixia got up, they prostrated on the ground again, limp as mud. Even Yan Chixia, the strongest among them, staggered again even though he was prepared.
"It's his grandma's, this old monk!"
Even if he was as strong as Zi Li, the flesh under his clothes was trembling slightly where most people couldn't see it.
But even so, he still protected Huarong, who came to convey the message, to prevent her from losing her composure.
The Sanskrit sound of the Puci Golden Buddha is not an attack, but more like a coercion, an extremely powerful coercion.
Not only Zi Li and Yan Chixia.
The same is true for Xu Ying, but he is the most valued disciple of Julu Academy in the contemporary era, and he has the protection of a saint, thus avoiding the embarrassment. Brother, not so lucky.
Farther away, those whose cultivation level was not enough to sit and forget, all prostrated themselves on the ground.
For a while, looking back along the canal, the ground was covered in blackness, full of prostrate people.
Not only beside the canal, but also in the city of Kyoto.
Countless people knelt down and worshiped.
In an ordinary farmer's house, the husband was lying on the ground, but he saw a three or four-year-old girl who was not under the light of Buddha's light and could move freely.
"Father, look at the sky, is that the fairy you mentioned?" She spoke childishly, pointing, and sang along with the Buddha's voice in her mouth, subconsciously singing along.
The man's face changed drastically, "Bah, don't look, Ru'er, that's a demon monk, if you become a demon monk, no one will play with you!"
In the palace, Emperor Yuanji who was sitting on the dragon chair in Hanyuan Hall suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Wang Bing!"
Wang Bing trotted in, the palace was far away from the canal in the suburbs of Beijing, but the coercion, the coercion of Buddhism, could still be felt in the palace!
"The servant girl is here, what orders does the saint have?"
Emperor Yuanji looked outside the city and said, "How is the ceremony outside the city going?"
Wang Bing lowered his eyebrows slightly, and returned, "Responding to the words of the sage, the younger ones have received news that Zen Master Puci has gone to the Dharma conference."
Emperor Yuanji nodded, and said to himself, "No wonder the aura of Buddhism spread to the palace..."
Wang Bing quietly waited for Emperor Yuanji's order, but he did not expect that after Emperor Yuanji finished speaking, he would not utter another word.
He just waited quietly like a withered statue.
Guangling Street is a place to buy spring, and the whole street is a place for all kinds of fun. Xinyue sits on the roof of Tianxian Pavilion, barefoot in a short skirt, revealing a white and tender calf like a white lotus root, swinging her legs like watching a play.
"It's no wonder that these Buddhist sects have been kicked out. There's something wrong with this vision. If you find a fake **** full of sperm, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will become a Buddha of joy in the future?"
"Hahaha."
Xinyue smiled very happily, with a few fox tails floating behind her, fluffy and a bit mischievous.
On a drum tower farther away, Jiang Liyan wore a black Taoist robe, and the mysterious air currents fluctuated around her body, isolating the bewitching Sanskrit sounds.
Slightly sighed, "It's a pity..."
If it is said that the common people do not know the thoughts of the high-level, they just feel that the golden Buddha in the sky is close.
Some low-level practitioners in the market don't think so, someone said directly.
"The emperor is so stupid that he allowed the demon monks to confuse the people outside the city. It's really ruining the country. In my opinion, the Ji dynasty has not been around for a few years."
"Who says it's not? It's really a disgrace to COSCO to allow a monster monk from outside the region to do anything wrong in a country's capital!"
…
Seeing everyone kneeling outside, the queen mother wanted to make a move.
Stopped by Changyi, she said confidently, "Don't worry, mother, Zongzheng personally built this carriage. No matter how powerful this great monk is, can he still destroy my carriage?"
When the Golden Buddha was in full swing, Changyi's carriage creaked, but it finally blocked it.
Changyi patted his flat chest, and his face once again showed complacency, "How is it? I said that I will be able to withstand it, right?"
Unexpectedly, the queen mother and noble concubine ignored her, but looked at Zuo Daoqi in the sky.
They were just incidental. It's hard to imagine how much pressure Zuo Dodge should be under at this moment!
At this moment, although Zuo Daoqi was protected by the real person Xuan Miao, the Sanskrit sound still poured into Zuo Daoqi's ears.
I saw his expression was in a daze, and there seemed to be a golden light flowing in his eyes. In a place that no one else could see, the three flowers bloomed layer by layer, and the Taoist method [The Realm of No Sense] had already been opened, but this strange Sanskrit sound was not caused by the state of no sense at all Can resist.
From his point of view, opening the [Land of Insensibility] does not mean that he completely loses insensibility, but appears in a strange place.
But seeing the clouds piled up in the sky, countless arhats are hiding among the clouds. These arhats have different postures and faces. Whether they are sitting, standing, or even a few lying down, they are all facing the west, where is the Sanskrit sound where it appears.
"Miao Zhan always holds his dignity, but Wang Shixi is stunned first.
If you think about it upside down for hundreds of millions of kalpas, you will not be able to obtain the dharmakaya in the past.
May I become a treasured king if I get fruit today, and save all the constant sands like this.
Dedicating this deep heart to the dust temple is called repaying the Buddha's grace.
If a sentient being has not yet become a Buddha, he will not take the Nipan here..."
Obviously the feeling of indifference has disappeared, but Zuo Daoqi can hear it clearly.
His expression was solemn, and he wanted to retreat, but suddenly it occurred to him that Pu Ci poured Sanskrit sounds into his ears, trying to forcibly transform himself into a Buddhist, even the [Nugan Hell] couldn't resist.
Although this is a crisis, it also contains opportunities.
if…
With this honing and epiphany, can he completely transform this method successfully?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he walked forward involuntarily.
But even he didn't notice that before he knew it, he had already had the idea of getting close to Buddhism, even if the starting point was for practice.
Zuo Daoqi walked among the clouds, the golden light was shining brightly, the ground was filled with fairy mist, the air was filled with the scent of incense, and golden lotus sprouted from the soles of his feet, opening every inch of the place he walked.
He finally saw where the Sanskrit sound came from. It was actually a golden Buddha standing in the sky, with a bun on top, white hair between the eyebrows, and forty-two white teeth, which were clearly visible.
This Buddha is more majestic than the Buddha transformed by Puci. It seems that this is a real Buddha in the world.
At the Buddha's feet, there were dozens of people standing, and suddenly one of them turned his head and looked at Zuo Daoqi.
When this person turned his head, Zuo Daoqi also saw his face, it turned out to be the Shankong monk who was beheaded by his own hands!
I saw his benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, there was no trace of hostility between his brows, no hatred at all, and he even nodded slightly at Zuo Daoqi, and performed a Buddha ceremony.
That Buddha said suddenly.
"Shankong."
Shankong heard the golden Buddha calling him, he stopped looking at Zuo Daoqi, and returned, "The disciple is here."
The Buddha said again, "Green Lantern Kuzhu Bodhisattva was listening to the scriptures on my left just now, why is he on my right now?"
Shankong looked at a Bodhisattva.
Zuo Dodge also followed his gaze. On the right side of the golden Buddha, there was a bamboo leaf on its head, with benevolent eyebrows and green eyebrows, which were longer than those of Puci, standing there as straight as a bamboo.
Shankong performed a Buddhist salute, "Amitabha. My disciple is stupid and doesn't know the realm of a bodhisattva. I think it's because the clouds are moving, or the wind is moving."
The Buddha smiled slightly, pinched the orchid flower in his hand, and recited, "It's not the wind or the clouds, but your heart is moving. Just look again, where is the Green Lantern Kuzhu Bodhisattva now?"
Zuo Daoqi looked curiously, but saw that the Bodhisattva with the bamboo leaves on his head was clearly on the left side of the giant Buddha in front of him.
'God chattering. '
he said in his heart.
Shankong lowered his head, seeming to realize something.
The Buddha turned his eyes to Zuo Daoqi again, with the same smile, "I asked why Shankong's body was still moving but his heart was moving. It turned out to be the arrival of the future Buddha."
Although no one could see it, Zuo Daoqi recited "Infinite Heavenly Venerable" firmly, and then continued, "Are you that Buddha?"
But the Buddha was not annoyed, he didn't seem to hear Zuo Daoqi's call, he just said with a smile.
"Western disciples call poor monks the past."
Zuo Daoqi was startled. Although Zuo Daoqi had already had some expectations for the Buddha in front of him with so many Arhats and Bodhisattvas, he was still a little shocked by the past Buddha, one of the three giants of Buddhism.
"It turned out to be the Buddha of the past. The poor Taoist strayed into this place, and I don't know how to get out?"
The Buddha shook his head and pointed to a cloud in the distance. When the wind blew, the cloud dispersed, revealing a Bodhi lotus platform, "You can ask Bodhi."
Zuo Daoqi scolded his mother in his heart, people in this Buddhist sect are all riddlers, except for Master Han Shan who spoke more clearly, none of the monks he met later could understand what he said.
He clearly knew in his heart that the Buddha in front of him was definitely not real, but by chance, the Sanskrit sound of Puci reacted with his [Unfeeling Hell], thus this seemingly real and illusory space appeared.
Thinking of this, he didn't feel worried, so he walked towards the lotus platform.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, poor Taoist sits in this future seat, is it comfortable to try the seat for the future Buddha?"
In the past, the Buddha smiled brightly, just watched, and nodded slightly.
As soon as Zuo Dodge sat down, he saw something extremely mysterious in just an instant.
I saw his gaze, and when the clouds and mists were pushed away, I could see the faces of everyone.
He saw the relief of the drought in the Northland, Zheng Chixiao stood on the high platform, watching many people farming with relief, and saw the hundreds of tombs buried by Master Hanshan at the foot of Hanshan in the past...
He also crossed the northern land and saw something deeper, a strange mountain with poisonous mist spreading for hundreds of miles. In this strange mountain, he saw many monsters, tree demons with intertwined roots, rooted in the ground, and their roots spread for dozens of miles...
He also saw a darkness, that darkness, even in his current state, he couldn't see clearly, the darkness that devoured everything naturally included his 'sight'.
His eyes gradually pulled upwards, seeing farther.
Seeing the affluence of the south, the barrenness of the north, and outside of the capital city, Puci turned into a golden Buddha and was seriously preaching scriptures. As if sensing his gaze, Puci nodded slightly at him.
Zuo Dodge watched for a while, then slowly got up, and drew a flying sword from his waist.
"This thing is like a mirror image, it can't be regarded as real."
Under the stares of all the monks, Zuo Daoqi drew his saber and slashed down!
The existence of the self-proclaimed past Buddha is indifferent to this.
Just chant.
"Break the shackles and reveal your true nature, and you will know who I am today!"
While smiling, he watched Zuo Daoqi chop up the Bodhi lotus platform.
When Zuo Daoqi slashed, he saw the lotus platform shattered at the sound, and all the surrounding world, like the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror, passed away rapidly, like a broken mirror.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but he saw comfort in the eyes of the generally vanishing Buddhas, especially the self-proclaimed past Buddha.
But he didn't have time to think about it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com directly sat down cross-legged, he wanted to remember the feeling just now, and use this moment to suddenly realize his own Taoism.
He vaguely understood what the method of the lotus platform's illusion just now was. If he expected it to be correct, it should be one of the legendary six supreme supernatural powers of Buddhism.
Under the lotus platform just now, he had a lot of inspiration.
Although the appearance of this illusion was weird, Zuo Daoqi didn't go into it deeply.
Originally, he was not sure, but after seeing the sentient beings on the lotus platform, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart. After a sudden enlightenment, he was very likely to turn the [Unfeeling Hell] into a magical seed.
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In this world, Zuo Daoqi has closed his eyes for a long time. After he unfolded [Nugan Hell], he has been standing there with his eyes closed. The Sanskrit sound seems to have no effect on him, but everyone knows that what he experienced is by no means As simple as he made it out to be.
Everyone on the ground was looking at him, wanting to know what Zuo Qianhu, who didn't kneel down, was going through right now.
Clouds and mists fluttered around Master Xuan Miao, and Tan Taizhen had already brought Tan Taijing to her side, preventing Pu Ci from jumping over the wall in a hurry.
Tan Taijing said softly, "Really, Zuo Qianhu...Is he alright?"
Master Xuanmiao glanced at Zuo Dodge, and a surprise flashed in his cold eyes, "I don't know."
"Daddy..."
"Don't ask me, I don't know either."
Tan Taijing pursed her mouth slightly.
Ji Lingshu looked at Tantaijing thoughtfully, but said nothing, she just stepped forward and held her hand.
Zen Master Puci looked at the two people who were waiting in full battle, but suddenly smiled.
"You two benefactors, don't beware of the poor monk. How can the poor monk treat the future?"