Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 155 Color is Emptiness

In Jinshan Temple, the thirty-six-year-old abbot Yuan Hui sat cross-legged on a futon and recited Buddhist scriptures:

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and survived all the hardships. Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

As he thought about it, Huang Yaner's voice and smile appeared in his mind.

"Monk, look what I do?"

"What a disgusting monk."

"Haha, go away."

Cherry mouth, Qiong Yao nose, flower body, green onion hands, willow waist, pink and white belly, pointed feet, long white legs, every frown and smile are breathtaking, making Yuan Hui sweat dripping down his back.

"Monk..."

not good!

Realizing that she had lost her composure, Yuan Hui hurriedly recited the Heart Sutra:

"Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color!"

Stab—

The beads in his hand suddenly broke and scattered on the ground. Just then, a novice monk pushed the door open and shouted:

"Something bad happened to the abbot! The little monster is here again! This time he brought two helpers..."

The little novice monk looked at the abbot's lower body and was puzzled. Why did the abbot hide the golden bowl there? Isn't it dirty?

Realizing that something ugly had happened, Yuan Hui said seriously:

"How unbecoming of a monk to yell and yell! Go out and stand for punishment!"

After calming down, Yuan Hui walked out slowly wearing a cassock, holding a golden bowl in one hand and a Zen staff in the other.

"A big monster will give birth to a little monster, and the little monster will become a big monster, and then a little monster will be born again, which will cause endless troubles. This time, we must not let the little monster escape again."

Walking to the door of the temple, Fang Hui saw the little monster with one hand on his hips, pointing at the two monks at the door and yelling, as unpleasant as he wanted. The two monks were so angry that their faces turned red, but they didn't dare to say anything back. It should be two of them. Because of the support of Taoist priests.

Especially the Taoist priest on the left has a terrifying aura.

"Meet the host."

"The host is here."

Yuan Hui crossed the crowd and walked to Su Heng: "Amitabha, poor monk Yuan Hui, I have met two Taoist priests..."

"Stop being so pretentious! Hand over my mother quickly! Otherwise, my aunt will flood your little ruined temple!"

"Little monster, don't be arrogant. Last time I let you live, why did you come back again? Do you want to imitate Huang Zhuer and convert to Buddhism?"

Yuan Hui stopped being polite and picked up the golden bowl. A golden light shot out, but Su Heng casually swatted it away.

Yuan Hui's pupils shrank. The golden light he had cultivated for thirty years was so easily resolved?

Su Heng waved his hand: "What a rude monk."

"How dare you scold the host!"

A group of monks came forward and raised their long sticks.

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Is this how you treat guests at Jinshan Temple?"

"Amitabha, the two Taoist priests are coming to visit us. Naturally, this temple welcomes them. It's just that this little evildoer has injured the lives of my Buddhist disciples several times, so the poor monk had to surrender. If the Taoist priests intend to stop him, he will have trouble with our Jinshan Temple. "

"She hurt someone, didn't you arrest her mother first?"

"Huang Zhu'er is a monster, and the poor monk is right to arrest her."

"Has Huang Qier ever harmed anyone?"

"Have harmed me."

"Who?"

"Orion Zhang Bao."

"You're talking nonsense! My mother has never harmed my father!"

"Monsters can't have fornications with people, otherwise they will be harming people. What's more, they gave birth to such a monster, and the crime is even worse."

Su Heng originally thought there would be a misunderstanding, but after listening to his remarks, he guessed that Monk Yuanhui was not a good person. "Do you know who brought Huang Yan'er and Zhang Bao together?"

"The poor monk doesn't know."

"Exactly the way to go."

"Oh, then you are a monster. Amitabha..." Yuan Hui stopped talking nonsense, picked up the Zen staff and threw it at him, but was kicked away by Su Heng.

"Hiss, this monster's legs are so powerful." The huge impact almost made Yuan Hui unable to hold the Zen staff. Seeing the tiger's mouth crack open and blood oozing out, he was shocked in his heart, "Disciples, form an array!"

As the sunset faded, the plaque of Jinshan Temple gradually dimmed. Eighteen monks covered in gold powder rushed out of the Buddhist gate, holding long sticks, and surrounded Su Heng and his group in the center.

Yuan Hui stood outside the circle, holding a golden bowl and pointing it at Zhang Ao'er, muttering something in her mouth.

Taizhen was a little confused, why did he start a fight over a disagreement?

Although the Taoist and Buddhist families were at odds in private, at least they were polite on the surface. If you really want to break up, how should you explain it to Master?

"You idiot Taoist priest, are you just standing there and getting beaten? It's these bald donkeys who stole your demon-slaying sword!"

"Monk, return the sword, and I'll leave on my own!" Taizhen shouted, but what greeted him was a stick covering his head, "Grandma, you can't be unreasonable anymore!"

The sky is full of sticks like rain, and sometimes the wind sweeps away. Zhang Ao'er had suffered a lot and didn't dare to fight hard, so he could only use his body skills to dodge back and forth.

Too lucky, he carried it a few times and was beaten until he vomited blood:

"Wow, you bald asses are so hands-on!"

Among the three, only Su Heng still seemed to be able to face the attack of sticks with ease. He could even draw out his hand to block the golden light that Yuan Hui shot at Zhang Yao'er.

"The Demon Dao has some skills, let's form a formation of Arhats with long sticks!"

The more Yuan Hui fights, the more frightened she becomes. Yao Dao is proficient in various martial arts techniques, including some of the unique skills of Shaolin Temple.

If the fight continued, something might change, so he asked the Eighteen Arhats to form an array, while he stood in the center of the array and commanded the Arhat array.

In an instant, golden light shone brightly, and a ten-meter-tall Arhat appeared. The long stick in his hand came through the air and made a crushing move.

Su Heng used all his strength to run the Golden Light Divine Spell, and the grain clothes burned and turned into a flame cloak. He stood in front of Zhang Aoer and Tai Zhen, choosing to resist head-on.

The stick was so heavy that it shook his arms as if they were about to burst. Su Heng's chest felt tight and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Fortunately, in the end, it was blocked!

"Are you okay?" Zhang Ao'er smelled the smell of blood and quickly stepped forward to check, only to see Su Heng grinning.

"Haha, it's okay, very good!"

"How could he withstand the attack of the Arhat with a Long Stick?" Not to mention the other monks, even Yuan Hui was shocked. Under the attack of the Arhat with a Long Stick, he would have died on the spot.

"Brothers, don't panic, the demon is just pretending. Come again!"

"You monk, why do you have such murderous intent?" At this point, Su Heng no longer held back, opened the can of soldiers and horses, and released the rampant soldiers.

Yang Qing waved his long knife and shouted: "After being bored for so long, it's finally the turn of my brothers to come on stage. I want to see who dares to steal... Damn it, Taoist priest, you don't want us to fight." Arhat, right? You can’t do it, you can’t do it!”

"Don't panic, I'm just asking you to come out and testify. The flooding of Jinshan Temple today was my fault from beginning to end, and it has nothing to do with Zhang Aoer, Taizhen and others."

"It's not about beating Arhats, that's fine... Wait, Taoist Master, you want to flood Jinshan Temple?!"

Su Heng grinned, and his row of white teeth were stained scarlet with blood. He took out the Dinghai Pearl and stepped on the golden light.

In one step, golden Bagua is born. In the second step, the golden light spreads, encircling Yuanhui himself and the Eighteen Arhats. When he took the third step, the golden light soared into the sky, directly erasing the solidifying shadow of the Arhat with the long stick, and even caused all the monks to be temporarily blinded.

Yuan Hui slowly opened her eyes, and when she regained her vision, she felt the clarity flooding her ankles.

Water, where did the water come from?

Yuan Hui looked forward and saw a huge Nanhai Guanyin expressionlessly pouring the jade purification bottle in her hand.

The clear water flowed down like a waterfall, turned into waves when it hit the ground, and rushed towards him.

The sound of the vague and empty sound echoed throughout the world: "Yuanhui, do you know that you are wrong?"

Seeing Avalokitesvara, Yuan Hui dared not resist. She quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily:

"Disciple realizes his mistake."

The pure water flooded Yuan Hui's head, soaked through his red cassock, and slowly poured towards Jinshan Temple behind him.

(End of this chapter)