From Chapter Seven of Xuanjun

Chapter 587 Zen Tradition, Must Taste
"Amitabha."

The gray-clothed monk sat cross-legged steadily, clasped his hands together, and expressed sincerity, "The poor monk is really just a wandering monk, little friend, do you believe it now?"

Someone's response immediately came from under his buttocks: "I believe it, I believe it, can't I believe it?"

On the muddy ground, I saw a big tiger with four legs spread out, lying on the ground like a toad, and there was an emptiness on its body that was also lying on it, and further up, there was a gray-clothed monk sitting firmly.

In less than a blink of an eye, Kong Kong's master and apprentice were taken down.

They didn't even know how one man and one tiger on their own side were defeated, they just felt a blur in front of their eyes, and they fell to the ground, and then the gray-clothed monk was like a big mountain, pressing on his back.

With such strength, if he intends to kill them, the master and apprentice will die without knowing how.

"It's good if you believe me, little friend." The gray-clothed monk said with satisfaction.

Kong Kong only felt his body lighten up, and the mountain on his back appeared in front of him, the speed was like teleporting.

He jumped up immediately, and the big tiger standing up with the same person stared at the monk closely, and looked up and down again.After a long while, he finally said in doubt: "Are you really not Wuwang?"

"You still don't believe me?" the monk asked back.

"Wuwu, you rebellious bastard, you bastard who gave birth to a son without a butt, you deserve to die @#￥@￥￥・・・・・・・"

Emptiness is like a shrew swearing at the street, bursting out a series of Buddhist swearing, the aggressiveness and the fierceness of the words, even the shrew who has been in the neighborhood for decades will be willing to bow down after hearing this.

After the series of cursing was over, Kong Kong, the gang-refining martial artist, almost couldn't catch his breath.

"It seems that you really are not."

Kong Kong looked at the grey-clothed monk with no anger on his face, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Monk, I have scolded you like this, and you are not angry at all. If you are really innocent, I will admit it."

"The little friend, can you answer the poor monk's question just now?" the gray-clothed monk said at the right time.

"It's very simple," Kong Kong replied, "After the catastrophe, there will be a catastrophe. If the corpse is cremated, it will be better than when the water recedes and the ground will smell of corpses. Another one, I am happy to be a monk."

"It's better to cremate the corpse here than to chant sutras on the mountain with bald donkeys."

"They are also reciting the "Mantra of Rebirth", and they are also doing work, taking care of the rest of the refugees," the monk shook his head and said, "They also know that there will be a great epidemic after the catastrophe, but they just don't have the time now. And... ... I can't bear it."

Speaking of this, the monk sighed, "The statues of Buddha in the temple all lower their eyebrows and lower their eyes. Even the Buddha can't bear to look at the suffering world, let alone monks like them who have not practiced enough."

In a flood, I don’t know how many lives were drowned. In fact, this river tide can be said to be a wave of people, and the flood wave can be said to be a wave of corpses.One after another the corpses hit the mountain and were beaten to pieces. Even the executioners who are used to seeing death may not be able to bear the scene, let alone these monks.

Even people in the Jianghu, even if the Dharma is profound, can't restrain the impatience in their hearts.

Rather than mourning over this, it is better to close the door and take care of other benefactors.

This is what a chief priest in the temple said, and he also ordered all the disciples not to approach the foot of the mountain easily.

"I can't bear to be assy."

Emptiness is becoming more and more daring as he speaks, and he no longer hides it. "The Buddha is not in the world. He can't bear it. If he doesn't look at it, he can act like a coward, as if suffering doesn't exist. Anyway, praying to God and worshiping Buddha is only for peace of mind, and there is no need for it." People really regard gods and Buddhas as the same thing. But we are different!"

"We are in the human world, and this corpse is at the bottom of the mountain. This corpse almost slaps the face, and it is still a shrinking turtle."

Maybe it's been holding back for a long time, or maybe it's already bursting with swearing, and the pot is broken, and Kong Kong simply speaks out what's in his heart, and it's all about carrying forward the Zen tradition.

It is a tradition of Zen Buddhism to hew the Buddha and scold the ancestors, and you must taste it.

The monk in gray actually listened with great interest and nodded from time to time.

"Based on my little friend's words, he is better than ninety-nine percent of Buddhist practitioners in the world." The monk praised.

"That's natural." The emptiness was not modest, and he accepted it frankly.

He also said: "When the abbot of Lingmen leaves the customs, I will repeat these words again, and see if the old monk agrees."

"What if he disagrees?" the monk asked again.

"Then I won't inherit the position of abbot," Kong Kong snorted, "There are such a group of fellow practitioners with shrinking heads, how can they spread the Buddha's door?"

"It's time for you to prepare, little friend. The Spirit Gate will be released soon." The monk laughed.

soon?

Hollow frowned.

The abbot of Lingmen rushed back two days ago, and closed the temple immediately after returning to the temple, regardless of the affairs of the temple.Hearing from the head of the same company, the abbot is going to retreat and break through, and be promoted to the realm of the great master.

Such an important matter, just a few days, is too hasty.

You must know that Xiao Baoyue had been in seclusion for a long time before he was able to break through.The ranking of the abbot of Lingmen is not as good as Xiao Baoyue, so it should be longer.

Moreover, why can this monk confirm with certainty that the abbot will leave the customs soon?

Logically speaking, even a martial artist in the Mysterious Embryo Realm shouldn't be able to estimate the time so accurately.If this monk is not lying, then his identity is definitely not simple.

Emptiness couldn't help filtering through the Buddhist master in his mind.

Among the great masters of Buddhism, there are only three known ones, and by the way, there is also a Blood Buddha Fakong and a half-dead Lunzong of the previous generation.

Jing Zong is dead, and the blood Buddha Fakong heard that the abbot took him shoulder to shoulder. Now if he dares to appear in Tianjing Mountain, Kongkong would like to call him the most daring of Buddhism.

The Lunzong of the previous generation was still squatting in a prison in the Demon Suppressing Cave, and the emptiness still knows this.

As the future abbot, and his character and state of mind make people feel at ease, the treatment of emptiness is much better than Wulai.

In this case, there is only one answer.

"Are you Dragon Elephant Dazong?" Kong Kong was shocked.

"Dragon Elephant Sect is still at Qingtian Pass right now, but he can't get here." The monk shook his head in denial.

Hearing the words in emptiness, the doubts in his heart became even worse.

Why does this monk conclude that the Dragon and Elephant Sect is at Qingtian Pass? Is there any expert in Buddhism?
He stared at the monk for a long time, and suddenly shouted: "You still say you are not Wuwang?"

After all, it turned out to be abducted again.

Even with the state of mind of a monk, at this moment, he is full of tears and laughter.

How much of a shadow this Wuwang cast on the emptiness, made him think so much.

"The poor monk said, the poor monk is not innocent."

The monk couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "My little friend, if you really don't believe it, the poor monk can prove it to you."

"Then show the evidence." Kong Kong said immediately.

If he didn't know that he couldn't beat him, he would have to feel the opponent inside and out to see how divine this monk is.

"The poor monk is not Wuwang," the monk looked at the still surging torrent, "because of Wuwang, he came."

　It was the third update of being late again, and the ninth day of adding updates.

　　No lover on Valentine's Day, sad.

　　Ark drew 48 times and drew three six-stars, but all of them were missed, and none of them were white.

　　Ahhhhhh, I'm so hard.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)