Buddha Song

"Everything in the world, all living beings, are all chasing fame and fortune, and don't know what is the ultimate bliss? If the heart is like empty space, hanging silently, but in hell, it will be heaven in an instant..." A soft and clear voice Spread out to the temple.

This slight but clear voice revealed a sense of peace and tranquility. At the same time, the mummy sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall moved slightly.

Everyone present was shocked, and only then did they notice the mummy-like person again.

This is an old monk who looks extremely old, his teeth have fallen out, only two extremely long white brows fluttering on his face, which are about to hang down to his shriveled chest, wearing an extremely old monk's robe, the monk's robe It has long been tattered, so thin that the chest and abdomen are slumped, and the limbs are as thin as sticks. Especially the deep-set eye sockets look like two black holes, which is extremely terrifying, but the eyes that shine out of the partial eye sockets are so compassionate and warm.

A red gold chain passed through the old monk's belly like a broken drum, looking extremely ferocious.

"You... who are you?"

A woman in a colorful dress spoke tremblingly, holding a jade hook tightly in her jade hand, her body was full of real energy, ready to strike at any time.

The old monk raised his head slowly, and the golden chains passing through his abdomen jingled, probably causing the pain in his body. There was a trace of pain on his skinny bony face, and the deep-set eyes were still warm, but brought out It's a bit of a lost memory.

"Amitabha, the old monk has restrained himself and suppressed demons with his body for more than 1000 years. He never thought that before he passed away, he could meet so many young geniuses. Especially, some of my Buddhist disciples also came. "Weakly speaking, the old monk still gave people a feeling of spring breeze.

"Self-tie yourself, and use your body to suppress demons for more than 1000 years?" With a chill in his heart, Mo Ke was in awe.

Mo Ke has always admired those great merciful people in Buddhism who are willing to sacrifice themselves in exchange for the well-being of all living beings.Seeing this old monk for the first time, Mo Ke had the feeling of encountering an eminent monk. At this moment, this emotion was inexplicably ten times stronger.

Hearing the old monk's words, all the faces of the more than 30 people present changed, especially Yi Chi and Liao Fan were overjoyed.

As if he didn't see the expressions of the crowd at all, the old monk continued to talk to himself, "Back then, there was a great demon leader in the Heavenly Emperor Star, who practiced the incomparable and incomparable magic kung fu, the gluttonous demon kung fu, which killed practitioners and even devoured mortals. Vitality, committing crimes everywhere, causing thousands of crimes. Unfortunately, its strength is very strong, it has reached the peak of crossing the catastrophe, and it has some magic weapons, its whereabouts are strange, and it does many evils, but no one can do anything to him."

"And then?" A young man asked, very curious.

Smiling slightly, the old monk continued to calmly say, "Poor monk, I had a small dharma name in Tianhuangxing back then, called Master Jade Hand Buddha Heart Samantabhadra, and my cultivation was not bad. So, the poor monk invited two juniors, three People want to kill this devil. We searched for a long time, and finally met Liaodu. After a tragic fight, the two juniors fell, and the poor monk desperately used himself as a seal to seal the devil in this Buddhist rare treasure. In the Golden Grinding Temple."

"Amitabha, good, good, the chief of the great devil? No wonder! No wonder! I have heard Master mention it. As for Master, I have also heard about your dharma name. Are you the Supreme Elder of Puji Temple?" Excited, the idiot monk clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

There was a slight gleam in his eyes, Liaofan naturally would not miss such a good opportunity, he hurriedly made big strides, and said to the old monk, "Amitabha, my master, I have heard the teachings of my grand elder of Prajna Temple for a year, and I have heard it many times. In the name of the master, I never thought that I would actually have a chance to meet the master."

"Master is compassionate, I will worship you!"

"Master, you are really a model of Buddhism. So, if you have any orders, just let me know? I am a Confucian student under Yang Shusheng, and my teacher also mentioned the name of the master for me..."

As Liao Fan stepped forward to please him, all of the 30 people present except one or two spoke up, and the real meaning of every word was to curry favor with the other party and gain enough benefits.

Obviously, the old monk in front of him used his body to suppress demons, and he was already exhausted, but he must have many magic weapons and secret techniques. Once obtained, it would be an unimaginable wealth.Mo Ke naturally gave a respectful salute to the old monk, but as for the seventh princess, she stood tall and graceful, without any movement.

"Master, what about the devil? But he was suppressed by you and died?"

"Master, why did you appear in the Immortal Mansion? Could it be that you have something to do with the owner of the Immortal Mansion?"

Many practitioners obviously also found some doubts, and asked questions one after another, wanting to know more details.At the same time, some practitioners began to quietly transmit soul voices and discussed with each other.

Glancing at everyone like an elder looking at his descendants, the old monk said in a hoarse voice, "I used my body to suppress the demon that day, and I was severely injured. In order to prevent accidents, I notified my friend, who is the owner of this fairy mansion. Unfortunately, What I used was the Great Mandala Refuge Formation, and I also used the Six Brahma Juntian Buddha Wheels as the eyes of the formation. The consumption of the original source was too intense, and I was about to pass away from Nirvana. I couldn't bear my body of Buddha Dharma and various treasures Disappeared forever, this is the call. You and everyone, whether they are my Buddhist disciples or not, are all destined to have the opportunity to obtain everything from me."

"call!"

The old monk stretched out his shriveled right hand tremblingly, and waved lightly towards the stone tablet in front of him. Immediately, all the golden light lingering on it dissipated, and lines of writing like iron walls and silver hooks appeared on the stone tablet, vigorous and powerful, But it is very mellow, giving people a feeling of warmth and jade.

I saw on this stone tablet that it was written "Amitabha Buddha, a predestined person, a poor monk with a jade hand and a Buddha's heart, he suppressed the demons here with his body, and the demon head was wiped out. The poor monk also merged with the Zimo Jin Temple and could not be separated. The poor monk I don’t know if I will meet a destined person before passing away, who will pass down my life’s treasures and secret techniques, so I will leave the Golden Temple’s original stele and refine it, and then I will get a great fate.”

After saying this, the old monk's tone became more and more low-key, with a feeling of unrestrained spirit.

"Actually, the poor monk should have passed away ten years ago, and he has been unwilling to reconcile, worrying that all the secret arts of Buddha treasures will fall into the hands of evil people, and this is why he is still alive until today. Fortunately, you are fine, very fine, poor monk The monk will consume the last ounce of origin and weaken the eight-layer mandala conversion formation for [-] breaths, just wait and see." The old monk smiled, and there was a kind of warm smile in his eyes.

The old monk's eyes wandered around among the more than 30 people in the field, especially on Yichi, Mo Ke and other Buddhist disciples, and stayed for a moment longer. Everyone felt the other's kindness and trust, and even had Such a warm feeling of being pampered.

"Amitabha Buddha! Eminent monk! You are indeed a famous eminent monk in my Buddhist school. With such a heart, if you can listen to the master's teachings more, you will definitely benefit a lot! Unfortunately, the master has a big heart and used his body to suppress demons. There is no chance."

With blood boiling in his heart, Mo Ke bowed solemnly and lightly recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Master is so merciful, you are really an eminent monk of my Buddhist sect, please accept my worship from Mo Ke!"

"Master is so merciful! Please accept my gift!"

"The master is really an eminent Buddhist monk. Although Xiaosheng is a disciple of Confucianism, he is willing to accept the mantle of the master and kill demons!"

Following Mo Ke's solemn prostration, all the people present opened their mouths again, and even a few people showed admiration on their faces, but their figures flickered a few times, and they moved towards the Zimo Zhenjin Temple. The outer formation approached.

Naturally, these small actions could not be hidden from the eyes of others, and everyone had a tacit understanding, and they all approached the Zimo Zhenjin Temple.

During the march, the more than 30 people present gathered together into several camps in a tacit understanding. Of course, there were also a few solo travelers.

Mo Ke admired this old monk very much, and at the same time, he was moved by the many treasures of Buddha treasures on the other side, and he was determined to win.In Mo Ke's view, if such a precious Buddhist treasure and secret technique fall into the hands of a ignorant person such as a fool, it is just a blemish of white jade. As for falling into the hands of other people, it is even more inappropriate.

When everyone was approaching the temple, Mo Ke naturally would not lag behind and came towards the temple.

At this moment, the fragrant wind was blowing around Mo Ke, and the graceful figure of the Seventh Princess appeared, and she whispered softly, "Little monk, this old monk's mantle, this princess thinks you are more suitable, don't worry , wait a moment, if there is a fighting situation, this princess will help you."

"Amitabha, I would like to thank the benefactor first for such a small monk." Mo Ke was taken aback, although he put his hands together, he responded.

Looking kindly at the gathered crowd, the old monk raised his twig-like arms. The monk's clothes were ragged on his arms, and his fingers were slightly opened to form a handprint. The joints of the ten fingers were frighteningly visible under the skin, and the joints of the bones of the hands The handprints faintly release a warm atmosphere that makes people feel peaceful, like two white lotus flowers.

The skinny old monk, sitting in the Zimo Zhenjin Temple, with a white lotus seal on his bony hands, has gentle and compassionate eyes, with a hint of regret.

"If you get colored glaze in the future, may the inside and outside be transparent, flawless and spotless, Amitabha..."

Whispering, the white lotus petals formed by the old monk's bone hands bloomed and turned into traces of bright and warm Buddha light, which gradually dissipated and merged into the Buddha array covering the entire temple in front of him.