Acting as a god and Buddha: starting from Guanzi

Chapter 118 Memory Painting
"Jindan?"

On the high stage, Meng Yuan was exhausted, Kong Luo thought he was sure of winning, and even everyone in the audience thought that the young monk was going to lose.

As for the breakthrough before the battle, no one has thought about it, because the breakthrough is not an instant thing, if it is interrupted halfway, it will easily leave hidden dangers.

But they never expected that Meng Yuan would break through just because he said it was a breakthrough!
This is like the Golden Core Realm is a math problem for a foundation-building cultivator. People without talent can't solve it, but people with talent finally solve the answer through various attempts on drafts. This breakthrough The process is the calculus steps leading to the final answer.

But Meng Yuan wrote the answer directly.

Meng Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief when he broke through the realm and achieved the golden elixir. His practice time was too short. According to the Lotus Heart Sutra, if he wants to make a golden elixir, he needs to constantly temper his energy and spirit to make it.

And he happened to use the monks of Landa Temple to temper himself, otherwise he would not be able to find so many sparring opponents on weekdays.

At this moment, there is a golden elixir shining in Meng Yuan's dantian, and the external manifestation is the golden light on his body surface. From a distance, it does look like a golden elixir, both inside and outside, but this golden elixir What is tangible and intangible is the transformation of spirit, energy and spirit, not really a pill.

Once the golden elixir was completed, Meng Yuan's state recovered, even worse than before, all the monks in Landa Temple suddenly began to worry about Kongluo.

"So what if you break through? I won't lose." Although Kong Luo was frightened before, what he was afraid of was not Meng Yuan's breakthrough to the golden elixir.

It's just that Meng Yuan didn't look at him at the moment. Previously, all his attention was on the debate with the disciples of Landa Temple, and he didn't notice that his acting progress seemed to have increased again.

[Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva performance progress is 60%. 】

【Obtaining Bodhisattva Body Supernatural Powers: Turning a Stone into Gold】

Um?Midas touch!

Gold in this world is not only used as a currency, but it contains a mysterious substance, immortal gold, which is necessary for monks to transform into a golden body, and it is not a small amount.

If the things transformed by his touch into gold also have the nature of immortal gold, then his disciples will not have to worry about it in the future.

For a time, Meng Yuan suddenly raised the importance of this magical power to several levels, but whether this is really the case still needs to be tried.

At this moment, Kongluo, who realized that he was being ignored, was already full of anger, but he did not come up to argue like the previous brothers. He sat down and began to talk about the Great Compassion Mantra that he had misinterpreted. '.

For a moment, many Buddhist disciples seemed to be immersed in some kind of joy, with intoxicated expressions on their faces.

Meng Yuan also listened carefully. There is such an empty Luo Huigen. After his misinterpretation, the Great Compassion Mantra can make people get the ultimate happiness, but he ignores the most essential saving people. People fall into the false and psychedelic scriptures.

This made Meng Yuan a little angry, and then a Buddha's chant interrupted Kong Luo's voice.

"Om!"

"If you misinterpret the meaning of my Mahayana Sutra, you will be relegated to Avici Hell."

Meng Yuan shook his head, then spit out lotus flowers, and his tongue burst into thunder, but he said the real Great Compassion Mantra. Those audiences and monks who were immersed in the illusion woke up, their crazy expressions subsided, and a knowing smile appeared on their faces. .

This is the heartfelt joy of breaking the illusion and seeing the real liberation.

Kongluo sat opposite Meng Yuan. He didn't think Meng Yuan's scriptures were better than his own. Isn't it bad to be immersed in false and beautiful illusions because of the suffering in the world?Why do you need to see your true self? Isn’t that asking for trouble?
Not long after, the Great Compassion Mantra was finished, and many eminent monks present showed expressions of unfinished meaning.

"Zen Master Miaoe, I wonder what scripture this is?" a monk asked.

"It's called the Dharani Sutra of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva with Thousand Arms and Thousand Eyes, the Vast, Perfect and Unhindered Heart of Compassion. It saves all the suffering in the world, Amitabha!"

The monk hesitated for a moment and said, "Dare to ask Chan Master, Mahayana Buddhism really has the power you said?"

Meng Yuan nodded slightly.

At this time, Kongluo shouted: "What Mahayana Buddhism? That scripture is called the Supreme Wonderful Great Bliss Sutra. It was created by this Buddha. You, wonderful evil, stole my scriptures and deceived the world. Today you should be called upon to suppress it." This is to avoid harming the common people."

As soon as the words fell, Nakongluo's figure suddenly disappeared, and suddenly there were many beautiful women in front of Meng Yuan, dressed in tulle and skirts around him, and he even saw that he had become a Buddha. Bow to Him.

Those women have warmth on their bodies, and all living beings have their own demeanor. Everything makes it difficult to distinguish between true and false, power, status, money and beauty. No wonder so many people are willing to fall into this false illusion.

Kong Luo realized that Meng Yuan was not bewitched at all, not even shaken at all, and he was very unwilling. This was the supernatural power it had realized from the two scriptures of Meng Yuan, and even the master's Nascent Soul Realm would have addicted.

"Your Dharma is a small Taoer, let's see me." Meng Yuan said with a smile.

Suddenly Kongluo's figure appeared in the illusion and looked at Meng Yuan.

He asked Kong Luo, "What did you see?"

"Mysterious, I haven't seen anything."

Meng Yuan comforted him and said, "Then you continue to watch." In his illusion, Kong Luo was not afraid of Meng Yuan's tricks, he saw himself through Meng Yuan's eyes.

However, in Meng Yuan's eyes, Kong Luo was slowly turning into a white skeleton. His arms and limbs were gradually losing their flesh and blood, gradually covering his whole body, leaving only a head.

"Haha, you want to lie to me?" Kong Luo laughed.

"Then why don't you dare to look at yourself?"

To be honest, Kong Luo really didn't dare to look at it. He was afraid that he would be unknowingly affected by Meng Yuan's magical power, but at this moment, he felt that his head was a little heavy and his cervical spine seemed to be unable to hold it!

click!
Kongluo quickly held his head with both hands, and he also saw his own pair of snow-white bone claws. The illusion must be all an illusion!
Kong Luo roared madly, and the illusion he constructed disappeared.

Meng Yuan smiled when he saw this. After receiving the inheritance of Agama Temple, he read it all over and practiced the Great Impure Void Sutra.

And when this scene fell in the eyes of the rest of the people, Kong Luo suddenly yelled, and his body gradually turned into bones!
"No! Save people." Abbot Jie yelled angrily. He was the abbot and it was difficult for him to take action.

Jiefa on the side had already made a move, but when he stretched out his hand to grab it, he was the first to grab the Jiuchi Zen staff that Meng Yuan had inserted on the stage.

The aura of the Nascent Soul Realm crushed it to the high platform.

Just as Meng Yuan was about to take back the Zen staff, suddenly a golden dragon phantom flew out and knocked back the large hand seal of the precepts.

"Brother Puhua of Tianlong Temple, why did you stop me?"

I saw an old monk standing up at some point. He was hunched over and his eyebrows were on the ground, but no one dared to look down on him. This was a great monk in the Nascent Soul Realm!

Tianlong Temple is also one of the three 330 temples of the Wanfa Sect, and it ranks among the best because of the profound cultivation of this Zen Master Puhua.

Pu Hua laughed when he heard the words: "Since both parties have made an agreement in this competition, they should not violate it indiscriminately. Otherwise, others will say that I, Wan Fazong, are villains who violate their faith."

At this moment, Meng Yuan also got up and didn't care about Kong Luo who had turned into bones but was still babbling nonsense. He took out the Zen stick and said to the precepts: "This debate is won by the poor monk, and this Zen stick will be won." It will be kept by the poor monk on his behalf, and I will return it if some sages come to the world from Landa Temple in the future."

Then he looked at Kongluo: "This person stole my scriptures and misinterpreted the Buddha's meaning. He committed a heinous crime. This poor monk needs to take him to repent and reform."

"Bold!"

"Asshole! Senior Brother Kongluo is a Buddhist disciple of my Wanfa Sect. What qualifications do you have to take him away?"

The monks of the Landa Temple began to criticize Meng Yuan one by one. The debate failed, and the inability to get back the Zen staff had already made the Landa Temple lose face. If Kong Luo was still taken away by someone today, it would be a shame to the ground. Rub it with your feet!

"You said that those two scriptures were understood by you and stolen by the Buddhist disciples of our temple. It is simply nonsense. They were clearly understood by my Buddhist disciples when they were transmigrating the souls of the dead by the Wangchuan River in the virtual underworld. How can you be allowed to do this nonsense?"

"Yes, my disciple lost to you in defense because he was in poor condition, but how can you say that he stole your scriptures? Then please provide evidence."

Having said that, the eyes of the masses are sharp, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the gap between Kong Luo and Meng Yuan is not even a tiny bit, and their Buddhist cultivation is even more different.

When Meng Yuan was about to confront him, he suddenly heard a scream coming from mid-air.

"My master asked me to send a painting!"

Not long after, a figure descended, and saw its human body of a bird and beast, its hands turned into wings, and its long, slender bird legs were holding a pair of scrolls.

demon!This is a harpy.

It landed on the high platform and said to Meng Yuan: "Holy monk, my master asked me to give you a painting, please accept it."

Meng Yuan asked with some doubts: "Who is your master?"

"Young master will know after reading the painting."

Only then did Meng Yuan take over the scroll, and then slowly opened it. Immediately, countless images shot up into the sky and landed on the sky, which everyone could see clearly.

It was a turbulent black river, in which countless dead souls roared and struggled, but at this moment a figure jumped into the water, picked up the dead souls and walked to the bank, but the waves were too big, and there were too many dead souls, so he let the dead souls take one Grab one, and the one in front grabs him, and each of them swims to the shore with dozens of nets of dead souls on their backs.

And in the corner of the painting, figures are floating on the gold nuggets struggling to survive. Jiefa and Kongluo even lay down on each other in an indecent posture on a gold nugget the size of a chair.

This is the scene when Meng Yuan rescued the souls of the dead in the Wangchuan River that day!
"Is this what that evil did?"

Everyone was shocked. Even through the picture scroll, everyone sensed the danger of the black river, but he dared to jump down to save people, no, save ghosts?
How could everyone in Landa Temple accept this situation, especially the embarrassed appearance of Master Jiefa and his disciples, and have such an epiphany by the Wangchuan River, fooling ghosts!
"It's fake. I don't know who created this painting with such sinister intentions to slander Master Jie."

"This is true. This painting was drawn by the real person of Jiehua of Wenxinzong and a memory of that person. It cannot be faked."

(End of this chapter)