Jin Feng made a gesture of holding flowers with his left hand, raised his index finger high, and hissed: "All appearances are vain." ”

With a flip of his right hand, the lighter suddenly burst out with a finger-long blue-white flame.

In front of everyone, Jin Feng moved the lighter under his left index finger.

"Wow!"

The smell of meat is fragrant and wafts around!

The index finger turned black and became natural.

Seeing this scene come out, the monk king of Mokshati suddenly changed color, his eyes bulged, and he followed his long body to bow down to Jin Feng.

The other eminent monks and monks were shocked and screamed in horror.

"Burning the finger to offer the Buddha !!"

The voice trembled, and all the monks at the scene bowed to Jin Feng and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"If, after I have perished, there are bhikshus who have the heart to practice samadhi, then they will be able to burn a lamp in their bodies, burn a knuckle, and burn an incense stick on their bodies before the image of Nyorai. ”

Burning fingers to make offerings to the Buddha!!

The highest and highest way of offering in Buddhism.

This is not uncommon, and even less common.

There was a senior monk at the scene, and after his master passed away, he burned a small section of his finger to express his gratitude and condolences to his master.

But Jin Feng's has never seen this.

The real burning finger offering to the Buddha is to wrap the burning material around the finger so that it can burn.

Jin Feng, but there is no fuel for it.

But seeing that Jin Feng's index finger turned into a black lump, the grease dripping on the snow-white Buddha's tooth spirit bone turned into drops of candle tears.

When this scene came out, the great monks were all terrified and terrified.

The smell of baked paste was fluttering, but Jin Feng's face was sad and joyless, sweeping the audience, his face was hideous, and he shouted loudly.

"All appearances are vain. ”

"If you see things that are not the same, you will see them as they are!"

Rumble!

The verses in this Diamond Sutra are like the sound of Miaohua Tianyin, shaking everyone's heart.

All the monks bowed down to Jin Feng in unison.

The surrounding monks form a sea of yellow and brown, just like a large curtain with various patches, covering the edge of the West Lake with brushes, which is dazzling.

Jin Feng calmly raised his index finger and smiled with a smile on his face: "Moksati, do it with me." ”

His body trembled like chaff, his hands held the sky, and he should put his forehead on his forehead and said solemnly: "Great Master Vajra Holy Virtue, the Dharma is supreme, and Makhasati ......"

Before he finished speaking, Jin Feng kicked Moksha Ti aside again, and slowly walked to a fat-headed and big-eared monk.

The fat monk who looked down like a fat goose looked down, and said in a cruel voice: "Kongzhi bald donkey, it's your turn!"

President Kongzhi's whole body trembled at this time, and he raised his head to look at Jin Feng, and his heart was suddenly frightened, and his soul was not possessed.

At this time, Jin Feng was like a blackened golden-bodied Arhat, with a hideous and brutal face, more like the terrifying explosion of the Hell Asura.

"It's your turn!"

Jin Feng squeezed out these three words from between his teeth, just like the voice coming from the Blood Sea Asura Hell, which instantly made the Seven Souls of Empty Wisdom lose their eight senses.

Kongzhi's teeth trembled uncontrollably, and the whole person couldn't stop shaking rhythmically and irregularly as if he had been subjected to 100,000 volts of high-voltage electricity.

His head was deeply attached to the ground, and his buttocks were cocked high, how dare he respond to Jin Feng's words.

Jin Feng's burning index finger couldn't stop dripping, but there were no drops left on Kong Zhi's head, neck and hands.

With each drop, Kongzhi's body trembled, but he couldn't help but not scream.

However, only seven drops later, Kong Zhi'ah let out a wail and screamed, stood up, completely ignoring his own image, and rushed to the edge of the West Lake, jumped and jumped.

Jin Feng laughed wildly, laughing unscrupulously and laughing earth-shatteringly.

All the monks in the audience bowed to the ground, listened to Jin Feng's crazy laughter, and remembered this day forever in their hearts.

This day will also be remembered in the history of the Buddha realm, and it will never be forgotten!!

In the middle of the night, the night sky is brightly lit and brilliant.

The night of West Lake has long ceased to be a girl dressed in a veil of mystery, but has become a more sultry and seductive.

The Leifeng Pagoda of the distant mountain is angular under the orange lanterns, the Lingyin Temple on the back mountain is not extinguished, the white sand in the shade of the green poplars is full of colors, and the broken bridge is like a ribbon on the surface of the lake meandering, stretching into the distance.

The wind gently blows the spring rain in March, silently moistening this beautiful area.

The night was so beautiful.

The soft and warm crystal lamp was gently sprinkled on the marble floor, and the little girl held a DIY thread-bound book in her arms, and her little head leaned on the leather sofa worth more than 200,000 yuan and fell asleep.

Black and white gauze was scattered on the ground, and the smell of burnt was clearly visible in the air.

The burnt smell is mixed with a fragrance that is purer than snowflakes.

This is Jin Feng's most haunting breath.

A girl who was more noble and dignified than the fairy of the Moon Palace squatted quietly at Jin Feng's feet, gently blowing on the black swollen finger.

The plain tight-fitting silk dress highlights the girl's figure to the fullest, and the slender waist is smooth and flat from the bottom up.

The messy green silk was casually draped on the back, and more green silk hung straight on the girl's chest.

On the ground, there was a water stain, which was the girl's tears.

Slowly, the girl raised her head and stared at Jin Feng, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Jin Feng, please take care of your own body." ”

"Even if I beg you. ”

Jin Feng leaned weakly on the soft sofa, slowly raised his legs and lay down with a satisfied smile.

"Thank you for coming to see me, Ms. Zimo. ”

Zeng Zimo's closed eyes opened again, with resentment in his eyes, and his jade face showed a helpless and heart-wrenching hatred, which made people feel intoxicated for a while.

"You're still laughing!"

Zeng Zimo bit his lip, his white lotus-like pure face was a little deformed, and he tried his best to restrain and suppress his emotions.

"You have to ...... Do you want me to become a resentful woman?"

"Jin Feng ......"

"Sir!"

Jin Feng put his head on the pillow, hahahaha laughed and smoked, and his index finger, which was tightly wrapped and like a large zongzi, was not lit.

"Ten things!"

"Ten things!"

"This time I made a lot of money, I made a lot of money. ”

"Pick up the big leak, Ms. Zimo. ”

"Hahahaha...... Hahaha......"

"I want Buddhism to be unable to turn over for a century, quack quack......"

Zeng Zimo closed his eyes helplessly, frowned, and looked angry. The plump mouth opened and closed with the rise and fall of the chest, obviously angry.

"You're just mad at me. ”

Zeng Zimo got up and was about to leave, but Jin Feng gently grabbed his hand: "Tell you something." ”

The low and slow, magnetic male voice made Zeng Zimo lose his anger all of a sudden. But he said angrily: "I can't communicate with you." ”

"Please let go of my hand. ”

However, when his hand was released in the next second, Zeng Zimo turned his head slowly, looked at Jin Feng with slanted moist Ruifeng's eyes, and pursed his mouth full of grievances.

"Say it, dear Mr. King. But I want to remind you ......"

"I am your fiancée, although we did not get a license, but a hundred years ago, I was already a member of your Jin family. ”

"So, I have this right to ask you to take care of your own body. ”

Jin Feng nodded calmly and said quietly, "Yes." You're right. In fact, it was like that 80 years ago. ”

"Then you can say it, Mr. Kim, I'm listening. ”

Jin Feng took Zeng Zimo's hand and brought it to his mouth, and said softly: "I may have to go out for half a year...... Dedicated to accompanying one person. ”

"You're right, you're my fiancée. I have to ask for your opinion on this matter. ”

Zeng Zimo looked at Jin Feng in a daze, but after the joy in his heart, he showed a touch of heartache.

Joy is Jin Feng's honesty, and heartache is his helplessness.

A girl like Zeng Zimo, who is like Lan Xinhui, how can she not understand the meaning of Jin Feng's words.

"Yes...... Meglia?"

"She's going to be queen on the throne. ”

"Can it take half a year?"

A woman in love will always be so neurotic, fragile, and stupid, and Zeng Zimo is no exception.

"Meglia is crowned on the throne, I ...... It's a must go. ”

"But I don't have to accompany her, just see her. ”

"The love of the old man should have a conclusion. ”

Zeng Zimo was even more puzzled, and asked softly, "Who is that?"

In a blink of an eye, Zeng Zimo regretted it, and hurriedly said, "I agree." There you go. ”()

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