I preached in the Six Dynasties

Chapter 392 Relic
Xinxiangguo Temple, Daxiong Palace.

Lu Zhishen sat on the ground, and no one cleaned the yellow leaves all over the yard.

His rogue disciples were all busy practicing, and Lu Zhishen didn't care about this, so they piled up in the yard.

Walking on it creaks and creaks, in Song Jiang's words, it has a special flavor.

Zhang Sanfeng was opposite him, and the two had a fight at Zhengjingmen. Although the disciples dispersed later, the two did not leave.

They fought for seven days and seven nights, and finally Lu Zhishen became addicted to alcohol, so they stopped.

Both of them have benefited a lot from this battle, especially Zhang Sanfeng, whose Tai Chi sword has gradually matured.

Originally, this process would take at least several years, even decades, hundreds of years.
The fierce battle with Lu Zhishen was like a mirror, allowing him to see the shortcomings of Tai Chi swordsmanship, and he improved while fighting in the ring, becoming stronger and stronger.

"Zhan Master Zhishen, should we fight again?"

Lu Zhishen didn't speak, Zhang Sanfeng moved closer, "Zen Master?"

The snoring sounded, and Zhang Sanfeng realized that Lu Zhishen had fallen asleep again.

This monk lives willfully, sleeps when he is sleepy, eats meat with big mouthfuls, drinks with big bowls, he does not know how free and happy he is.

This method of cultivation, just like what Master said, is Zen Master Zhishen's own Dao, and no one else can learn it if they want to.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, there is no way to call today, Zen Master Zhishen often sleeps for many days.

Sometimes his disciples were worried about whether he would wake up.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Zhishen who was sitting on the futon with doubts in his eyes.

With a movement of his figure, he used the ladder Yun Zong to return to Li Yu's small building at the Zhengjing Gate.

"Master, I went to find Zen Master Zhishen. He was meditating in the Daxiong Hall, but I always felt uneasy, but I don't know why."

Li Yu opened the door and came out. Zhang Sanfeng is a monk who combines the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. He felt that something was wrong, probably something really strange.

Li Yu didn't speak, but with a movement of his fingers, he led his apprentice Yu Kong to the Daxiong Hall of Xinxiangguo Temple in an instant.

As expected, Lu Zhishen was sleeping. Li Yu closed his eyes, and felt a little bit of spiritual power lingering around Lu Zhishen.

These spiritual powers are obviously different from Lu Zhishen's fierce and domineering spiritual power. Li Yu's expression became serious, "How long has he been asleep?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, he stepped forward and asked, "Master, how is it?"

"Someone was in his dream."

Li Yu stretched out his hand, and after a while, the big dream fell to the ground.

Holding a fruit in his hand, he had already gnawed half of it, looked up at Li Yu in astonishment, and called out to Master.

With a movement of Li Yu's fingers, a white crane lay on top of Dameng's head, and then said loudly: "Teacher, fast forward to his dream."

A gleam of light flashed in Dameng's eyes, and his body gradually remained still. Li Yu opened his palms and looked at the small mirror.

After a while, Lu Zhishen's dream appeared on the mirror.

Inside was a huge Buddha statue, and countless swastika mantras, like golden objects, flew around in his dream.

Lu Zhishen, on the other hand, was waving his Zen staff and was striking hard, and every one who fell in front of him was smashed to pieces.

But these things seemed endless, and Lu Zhishen was exhausted, still struggling to beat them.

His sweat had completely soaked the monk's robe, so Lu Zhishen simply took off his clothes, revealing the embroidery all over his body.

Li Yu saw clearly that all the mantras came from the Buddha in Lu Zhishen's dream.

Li Yu looked around and saw the golden Buddha sitting on the top of the Daxiong Hall.

The spiritual power came from here. Li Yu swung his palm and struck, and the Buddha statue scattered into dust all over the ground with a bang.

Lu Zhishen opened his eyes and yelled angrily, and all the disciples from the monastery rushed over.

Lu Zhi's furious hair stood on end, he picked up the Zen stick, and smashed the Daxiong Palace to pieces.

Li Yu asked, "Master, what happened?"

"The Sa family just fell asleep, and an old bastard came, and wanted to take the Sa family to the West Heaven Pure Land, saying that he could prove the Dao of the Venerable Vajra. How could the Sa family be willing to go with him, and they would fight if they disagreed. This fellow has great magic power. It doesn't work at all."

It is rumored that at the end of Buddhism, one must abandon the body and go to the Pure Land.

Lu Zhishen almost collapsed
Li Yu looked at the messy Daxiong Palace, and his expression became serious. Is the civil strife in Buddhism finally about to start?
The Buddhas have already left the field in person, and they are going to compete for the support of monks with Buddha's light.

It seemed that they were very concerned about Lu Zhishen's backing, and they didn't hesitate to get rid of him personally.

Fortunately, after Lu Zhishen's epiphany and fighting, he is no longer what he used to be, otherwise it would not be impossible for him to sit down on the spot and go to the west.

"Master, you still have to be careful, if it doesn't work this time, they will have new tricks."

Lu Zhi blushed deeply, and said loudly: "The Sa family doesn't need Buddha crossing, and the Sa family has no intention of crossing Buddha, each cultivates his own way, these bald donkeys are really annoying."

Li Yu was speechless for a while, you don't have a hair on your own, and you still scold others for being a donkey, you really opened your mouth.

Sure enough, his rogue apprentices all lowered their heads in embarrassment, feeling a little ashamed.

In fact, Lu Da had just been a monk for a few years. He was a general of the Western Army. Because of a life lawsuit, he beat Zhenguanxi to death with three punches, so he became a monk.

Although he had a natural Buddha's light, Lu Zhishen didn't fully agree with the status of a monk, especially when he got excited, he put this matter behind him.

Zhang Sanfeng bent down and picked up a fragment of a broken Buddha statue. After looking at it for a long time, he walked up to Li Yu, "Master, look at this."

When Li Yu saw it, it was a crystal clear finger bone.The phalanx is huge, and it can be seen that the body of this deity must be very tall.

Li Yu has never seen such a crystal-clear relic. Before this life, the Dharma was a little deep, so that such a relic could be burned!
For ordinary relics, it would be nice to have a little transparency, but most of them are yellow, like amber, and cannot be seen clearly.

"Where did this statue come from?"

"It was moved from the main door." The rogues said shyly.

At the beginning, Li Yu and Lin Lingsu built the new Xiangguo Temple for Lu Zhishen, and then they worked together to drive the Daxiangguo Temple out of Bianliang.

After the Zhengjing Gate occupied the Daxiangguo Temple, all the Buddhist-related things in the temple were moved over.

Li Yu played with the relic in his hand, and sighed, "Shakya's relic?"

Zhang Sanfeng was even more puzzled, he waved his hand and said: "How is it possible, Sakyamuni is not dead, where did the relic come from?"

Li Yu suddenly recalled what Little Clam Jing told Ao Lie that day, Jin Chanzi once told Ao Lie that today's Pure Land is a bunch of fakes, barbarians who drink blood.

A bold idea appeared in Li Yu's mind.
He put away the relic, and stretched out his hand to restore the vitality of the dream-eating beast apprentice who had spent a lot of energy.

"Master, you should take care of yourself."

Li Yu was about to leave when he finished speaking, when he stopped suddenly, who else has Buddha's light?
Tang Sai'er!
(End of this chapter)