Chapter 1941: Buddhism does not go to people, monk goes to people
The future king is silent, and the Buddha's words are not difficult to understand, but understanding is one thing, and one's own ideas are another.
Moreover, many preparations have been made for the snake demon, and it is impossible and impossible to give up. The calamity has already begun, and they are also the robbers.
"Equality is just talking, there is never true equality."
In the future, Wang Jingping said words that would cause countless believers to lose their faith in Buddhism. If you don't pick them out, you will treat them as not seeing them. Self-deception is very common.
The lights shook slightly, and the golden Buddha statue opened his eyes for some unknown time, staring indifferently at the middle-aged monk, his face still without joy or sorrow.
Several old monks sat cross-legged, and their positions seemed to be very special, similar to the formation of eyes.
The body of the future king is shrouded in faint white light, and the whole body is perfect and flawless. It seems that the real Buddha is coming to the world, and there are faintly faintly sounding Brahma sounds, reciting unknown scriptures.
"Your Excellency really want to stop me from waiting?"
I don't know when the soft candle will be replaced with golden Buddha light, solemn and solemn, and extremely restrained against evil things.
The scriptures and calligraphy hanging on the wall trembled, and the ink marks were separated and condensed into scriptures in mid-air, exuding a sense of terror as they flowed.
The Lord Buddha never spoke.
The future Wang frowned slightly: "What's the point of this? This is the rules of the Tianlan Continent. Can you change the entire Buddhism with your own power? Besides, when the snake demon enters the mountain gate, he can practice advanced Buddhism by himself. Is this so many times better?"
The Lord Buddha frowned, and his words were high-pitched, as if they were a kind of charity. He had never considered the idea of a snake demon. To put it bluntly, it was actually for his own benefit.
Even Buddhist monks are inevitably affected by their surroundings, and at the same time they have limited their eyesight. After all, only a small number of people can see clearly and long-term.
"But please peace of mind." The Lord Buddha just stood there, not caring about the changes around him, "Since I have encountered it, I can't ignore it. That's enough."
This is also what he thinks of Buddha now, and what he thinks of Dharma.
Maybe Wutian was right to some extent, but he never did it wrong.
The future king was not surprised by the Buddha's words. He didn't think he would make the other person retreat with just a few words, perhaps to convince himself, or perhaps for some other reason, this conversation was necessary.
Moreover, the opponent is only a trace of divine thought, no matter how high his original realm is, how much strength can he show now?
"I haven't asked your name yet." The future king's aura continues to rise under the blessing of the formation.
The Buddha's face was calm, as if the surrounding things had nothing to do with him, his hands folded and his eyes slightly lowered.
"Buddhas don't go to people, but monks go to people, they are just ordinary little monks."
On a rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River, Jinfeng Temple on the bank of the Wangjiang River suddenly burst out with bright golden Buddha light, which almost illuminates the whole world.
There are bursts of Sanskrit sounds, flowers and rain are all over the sky, the long shadows are shattered, and the bright white and bright moon hangs in the night sky, sprinkling like water and moonlight.
Many people see the unforgettable sights of their lives.
Two giant Buddha shadows stand in the twilight, their treasures are solemn and seem to be confronting each other. One of them is smiling but not smiling, with a flawless face like a fairy in the legend, and the other is an ordinary person, ordinary but impressive. Do not open your eyes, return to the basics.
As for the reasons and results, there are divergent opinions.
Some people say that it was the two monks of Jinfeng Temple who talked about the Taoism in the middle of the night. The Buddha's shadow is just a manifestation of their power. It is already the true Buddha in the world. Others say that it is a foreign monk who came to Jinfeng Temple and did what they did to them. It’s not pleasing to the eye, even Buddhism is not united as one. Some people say that it is the eminent monk who became a Buddha at Jinfeng Temple. One of the Buddha's shadows came to attract and take him away from this earthly world...
Whether it is true or not, no one can tell.
Even the monks at Jinfeng Temple didn't know what happened that night. They slept very well and didn't notice the abnormality of their environment at all.
Jinfeng Temple has not been damaged in any way, the ancient temple is still magnificent, and the bells are empty and distant, as if it can wash people's hearts.
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The midsummer month in the south of the Yangtze River is always drizzling, and it rains most of the time. The sound of rain patters, and the incoming room becomes hazy, quiet and dreamy.
The big bed is very soft and comfortable, with white pillows, curled up on the bed without the slightest image.
It may be due to the nature of the snake demon, who always likes to curl up into a ball when sleeping, which feels more secure.
Most of the fragrant shoulders are exposed, the smooth and white calves are looming under the skirt, the long black hair is scattered under the body, the face is soft and peaceful, the delicate Qiong nose breathes evenly, sleeping more like a fairy.
Xu felt that the environment was too bright, mumbled a few words and turned over, pulled up the quilt and covered his head, and continued to sleep soundly.
Regular work and rest, early to bed and early to wake up is indeed a good habit. It’s good to occasionally sleep in late and stay in bed. Snakes live long and life can’t stay the same. That’s really boring.
It wasn't until noon that this was reluctant to get out of the bed.
Stretching and yawning, he pulled the long hair that got into his neck twice, the tulle slipped down, revealing half of his arms like snow-white tender lotus roots, and then sat there for a while, before going to wash with bare feet.
Sleeping soundly, it felt like I had forgotten something.
After washing and returning to the bedroom to change clothes, I suddenly saw the golden silk cloth falling on the floor, and then I remembered that I didn't have a dream when I slept last night.
I picked up the silk cloth and looked at the window carefully. I didn’t feel that there was much special place. Of course, my own strength may be too low to perceive it. I never felt that the questioning cultivation base is invincible. I don't know how to die.
At that time, snake teeth and scales were taken to refine weapons, snake blood was used by those sect families to temper their bodies for younger generations, snake venom and snake gall were used as medicinal materials, and snake meat was eaten as a great tonic. Lose…
I can't help but shudder when I think of this, the picture is too scary.
Bai Huan shook her head, put aside these thoughts, closed her eyes and felt it carefully. The inexplicable sense of crisis had disappeared, and she thought that the matter had been resolved before she knew it.
Reaching out and buckling his arm twice, a white jade scale fell on the palm of his hand.
The scales have blood-colored lines, which were directly inscribed by Bai using his own blood, and even infused with the power of the soul other than the original source. When he noticed his own abnormality, he made this thing as soon as possible, even if there is no Buddha. The silk cloth donated by the master can also easily get out.
As a monster born in the endless rainforest of southern Xinjiang, it has a keen sense of danger. In addition, the elder sister also taught her many weird ways to save life. Living is the last word, and everything must be based on the premise of being alive. Down.
Flicking his fingers, the scales fell on the ground, and in a blink of an eye she turned into a girl in a white dress who was indistinguishable from Bai. The face and breath were exactly the same. The only difference was that there was no expression on her face, and even her eyes were indifferent like puppets.
Bai came to the desk and sat down, the scaly clone came silently to help comb her long hair, squinted and hummed softly, living a comfortable life.
