Master Salted Fish took me to lie down like a boss

Chapter 107 Buddhist Compassion
As far as the eye can see, they are all white flags, yellow paper is all over the sky, they are dressed in linen and filial piety, and the sound of crying is endless.

But around these people, a group of monks were chanting scriptures around them, and the beads were constantly being plucked in their palms. As the voice of their chanting became louder, the crying of the people in coarse white clothes in the middle became louder and louder.

You Sang glanced at the same blank expressions of the accompanying people, and she whispered to Luo Xiuyan beside her, "Master, the Buddhist cultivator side is pretty good, and they even do good deeds like collective salvation."

As soon as she finished speaking, the crying sound started again.

"Master! I beg you! Let me go to the secret realm and catch that Kuang Sandao! My son is dead! He killed him three times. My child is only eight years old! Only eight years old!"

At this moment, another woman grabbed the corner of a monk's clothes and wept bitterly, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L L L L L L L S S B S A T I S T A B

When they first arrived, they saw such a scene. The mourning scene made Ling Yunzong's group dare not even breathe.

You Sang glanced at the mournful crowd who were almost fainting, and observed the expressions of the monks around him for a moment. They only had regrets, but no mercy.

Their expressions are completely different from the monks I saw in regular temples before. The monks here don't seem to think that they are part of the crowd, but look down from above.Such an expression should not appear on any monk she thought.

The monk at Fo Tuo Mountain was exactly the same as the one she met when she was a child, who only knew the content of the Buddhist scriptures as a standard, but didn't know how to integrate them.

Yu Yousang thought of what his master had said in an instant, the Buddhist practice in Juling Continent is not good, and the only one here is good, only the host, and he is the only one who has entered the Buddhist gate.

"Amitabha." One of the monks looked at the weeping crowd indifferently, and said in a low voice, "We have rescued the dead. Kuang Sandao has put down his butcher knife and converted to my Buddha a few days ago, and now he has received the name Chen. As the saying goes, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, all living beings are equal, and a poor monk cannot hand him over to everyone."

You Sang listened in astonishment to the monk in front of him mechanically reciting the scriptures he knew, rigid like a machine without emotion.

"Master! Kuang Sandao killed five virgin boys and five virgin girls in our village in order to practice evil skills!" A crying man stood up and tore off the white cloth from his body, "Those are living lives! Can you finish it after you say it?!"

"Amitabha." Another monk said, "We know the mistakes Chen has made, and we will help to make up for them. In the next ten years, your Niujia Village will not need to donate any incense money. Every six months, we will go to Niujia Village to give lectures. Exceeded."

The leader, who looked like the village head, gritted his teeth and said, "I have one more request, that is, Kuang Sandao cannot leave Buddha Mountain!"

"Liaochen has entered the secret realm of Buddha Mountain to cultivate, and he will never go down the mountain in the future."

"Okay! I'll promise!" The village chief punched the ground hard.

"Village chief, let's forget it?" a person said with red eyes.

The village chief's cheeks were trembling, "What else can I do? Niujia Village is in the territory of Buddha Mountain, so what if we don't do this?! The highest cultivation level in Niujia Village is my Jindan stage, so what if I can hold the three swords of Yuanyingkuang ?!"

The people next to him in hemp had only despair in their hearts.

Looking at the farce in front of him, You Sang only felt absurd.

She used to read books and said that the class system can eat people. She didn't understand it before, but now she understands it.

The sects in this world are like emperors who are in charge of the life and death of the people. The people under the rule can only act according to the emperor's etiquette. You can overthrow them.

"Everyone, please go back." A monk said, "Death is like a lamp being extinguished, and all appearances are false. My condolences."

You Sang couldn't bear to listen to these people's nonsense anymore, just as she was about to step forward to say a few words, Luo Xiuyan raised her hand to stop her.

She and her master looked at each other, and the other party shook her head slightly, then turned to a monk and said, "Master Mingkong, I am Luo Xiuyan, the person in charge who led the Lingyun Sect to go to the secret realm of Buddha Mountain this time. It is our token. This is Mo Kang, the head disciple, that is Elder Wu from the Elder Hall, and this is the elder of my Thumb Peak, You Sang."

With that said, Luo Xiuyan put a wooden sign in Mingkong's hand.

After Mingkong penetrated his spiritual power into the wooden plaque to check its authenticity, he questioned the team leaders one by one. When he looked at You Sang, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "This elder You Sang must not have reached the level yet, right?"

Luo Xiuyan clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, all sages and sages are different in the way of inaction. Those who have attained Buddhahood have been young since ancient times, and the master is superficial."

"Yes, yes." Ming Kong hurriedly bowed to You Sang, "Don't blame Elder You Sang, I am a poor monk and shallow."

You Sang nodded slightly, she realized that these people are like reading the scriptures and reading stupidly, as long as you can convince them, they will immediately show humility and admit their mistakes, but if you can't convince them, they will follow the terms they understand act.

Seeing Mingkong bowing and admitting his mistakes, the others of Lingyunzong felt refreshed for the first time. They discovered that as long as they were in the same camp as Luo Xiuyan, they would always be very comfortable in their hearts, but if they were in the opposite camp, they would definitely be in the same camp. Fucked by that mouth.

Ming Kong glanced at the crowd again, "You can go to the secret place tomorrow, everyone can go to the wing room in the temple to rest for a night."

"I'll follow the arrangement." Luo Xiuyan nodded slightly, and when Ming Kong turned around to lead the way, he asked again, "Is the abbot in the temple?"

"It has been more than seven months since I retreated in the mountains." Ming Kong said.

"No wonder." Luo Xiuyan whispered.

The only one with a clear mind is retreating.

"What?" Mingkong heard Luo Xiuyan's muttering, and turned around in doubt.

"Nothing." Luo Xiuyan waved his hand.

Mingkong didn't hesitate, he said again: "My brother, Master Mingwu, is acting as the host now, and the poor monk can recommend it later."

You Sang pursed her lips, her master had left the sect, and she really wanted to compromise for Ling Yunzong's face.

"Oh." Luo Xiuyan said, "Today, we are a little tired after traveling and traveling. Why don't we drink tea and talk with Master Mingwu after we leave the secret realm, and ask Master Mingkong to say hello on his behalf."

You Sang tried his best to press down his protruding lips, and when he came out of the secret realm, he went straight back to Lingyun Sect, ignoring him.

Mingkong was slightly taken aback, "It's because the poor monk didn't think carefully."

After finishing speaking, Ming Kong led the way ahead, and Luo Xiuyan followed behind him. When he passed the village chief of Niu Village, he paused slightly and looked down at the village chief, "Excuse me, what does Kuang Sandao look like? "

Ming Kong turned his eyes and frowned, "What does Master Luo mean by asking this?"

(End of this chapter)