"Okay, Bifang, you can go back too, there will be the abbot's morning class early tomorrow morning, don't be late!" Uncle Jian touched his head, there are enough things today, it was a good day to collect the Xuanyang morning dew, but it was forcibly disturbed by a stinky cloud industry and lost the slightest festive taste.

Even if he spoke from afar, the smell on Yun Ye's body covered his body, and he didn't know how many times he would have to wash it when he went back this time to wash off the smell on his body.

Tang Ming nodded, although he didn't collect the Xuanyang Chaolu this time, but in fact, he solved the big trouble of Yunye, and the rest of the time was to think about how to quickly collect the two Zen temples, the golden dome of the defense map, how to steal the abbot's demon pestle.

After walking past the uncle of the temple and another golden-bodied arhat, Tang Ming began to ponder his next plan.

Now that he has the cultivation of the Dao Xuan Triple Realm, if he puts it in the world below, he is already considered a first-class powerhouse, but if he puts it in the middle world, it is really a little worse.

And drunkenness is still only in the first stage of cultivation, and it is only possible to unload the force, but it is not possible to use force. I'm afraid it's very sad to get out of the two Zen temples like this.

It seems that I still have to practice again in the two Zen temples for a while, at least, at least I have to cultivate to the Tianxuan realm, or I can cultivate to the third stage.

I don't know what happened to the news of Yunfuyan that the guy who was going to steal the magic pestle helped me check out.

Tang Ming let out a long sigh and thought distraughtly, as he returned to the wine cellar.

"Little junior brother, are you back?" Before he could stand still, Tang Ming heard the little monk, Biping's voice then looked forward, and saw the small stone sitting on the stone bench running up directly, and then very quickly pounced in front of Tang Ming, spread his hands and firmly protected Tang Ming's body.

Tang Ming couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and wrote four words on the bottom of the embarrassed "I don't do it!"

"Bah, who's messing with you, it's just that junior brother, you haven't come back for so long, I'm almost scared to death!" Tang Ming smiled, "It's okay, you should rest assured now!"

Bitong also walked up, looked Tang Ming's body up and down, and saw that Tang Ming was really fine, so he jumped up and smashed Biping's head with a violent blow.

"That's it. This kid is blessed with a great life, that is, he can turn evil into good fortune even if he really encounters any crisis. Bitong said with a smile, it is also a small courtyard where people are not prosperous, they have a special cordial feeling for Tang Ming, not to mention that this Tang Ming was picked up by the two of them from the outside together.

"Okay, Biping, since Bifang is fine, then we will go back, tomorrow's abbot, let's call the little junior brother again. Bitong said.

The little monk nodded immediately, and then

waved his hand at Tang Ming and left the cellar.

Tang Ming was left alone in the wine cellar, and the remaining drunken seventh uncle didn't know where to go.

But all the way back, I really heard a lot of discussions about the abbot, which made Tang Ming involuntarily a little interested in tomorrow's abbot.

Forget it, I still don't want to do so much, cultivate first, and wait for tomorrow everything will be clear.

Having made a conclusion, Tang Ming didn't care so much, shook his head, and returned to the wine cellar, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to run the immortal Shura to absorb the aura around him.

On the beams of the house, the seventh uncle poured a sip of wine into his mouth, looked at the entrance of the wine cellar, and smashed his mouth, "Tut-tut, what a powerful child, not only did he cultivate drunk and beat Qiankun to the realm of entry in two days, but even broke through the shackles again when he entered the double hump!"

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Time passed quickly, and when the sunlight of the next morning fell to the ground through the door of the wine cellar, Tang Ming had already opened his eyes, and after a whole night of cultivation, he had finally completely consolidated his cultivation in the Dao Xuan Triple.

Even though it has not been improved again, Tang Ming's combat ability this morning is one level lower than Tang Ming last night.

Before he could get up from the bed, Biping's voice came from outside the door.

"Da Da Da!"

"Little junior brother Bifang, it's time to listen to the abbot. ”

Tang Ming washed his face casually, and hurriedly came out of the wine cellar.

Today's Biping and Bitong are very rare to change into new clothes, and there are even traces of bathing, both of them look radiant.

Why? Listen to the abbot still have to be so solemn?

"Hey, little junior brother, why are you still like this, you haven't changed into a pair of clothes, go and change your clothes," the little monk Biping shook his head again, "Hey, no, the abbot is about to start, we don't have time, if you miss a word, it will be a huge loss." ”

It didn't matter whether Tang Ming was willing or not, he directly pulled Tang Ming and ran wildly.

Rushed all the way to the pile of pagodas, in the center of many pagodas, there is a stone platform more than two meters high, there is a large piece of hydrangea on the stone platform, there is a dark yellow futon in the middle of the hydrangea, at this time there is already a bald monk sitting on the futon, closed his eyes, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, while beating the wooden fish in front of him, while chanting the scriptures!

The monk's dress is very simple, even if it is the most common kind of red robe, just sitting in the midst of thousands of flowers, beating and chanting the scriptures, but it is really a bit pretentious.

Below the Wanhua stone platform is a large area of dark yellow futons, rough estimates, these futons must have at least a number of five hundred, the sky has just dawned, it is basically full, it seems

The monks of the two Zen temples still have a great interest in the abbot.

"Just sit here!" Bi Ping pulled Tang Ming to sit in a limited and remote position, and stared at the abbot on the stage with a face full of adoration.

Tang Ming looked the abbot up and down, he was wondering how far this abbot could go.

As time passed, after about half a time, the abbot finally opened his eyes, and he first looked at the heavy duty under the stands, and then opened his mouth.

It is indeed the simplest Buddhist teachings, but there is a feeling that the mouth is following the words.

In the dark, Tang Ming's cultivation actually had a feeling of looseness: "What's going on? Just listening to a monk here, this Dharma can be promoted?"

Tang Ming was taken aback, and immediately mobilized Shura's eyes, his eyes flashed with golden light, and then he stared at the old monk on the stage.

Sure enough, with the help of the Eye of Shura, Tang Ming saw a little clue to this, at this moment, the voice of the old monk and the voices of many monks in the audience merged with each other, on the one hand, the beliefs of many believers were absorbed by the old monk, and on the other hand, the old monk was like an air purifier, transforming the power of these beliefs collected into the power of divine thoughts that can promote cultivation and give back to all believers.

In other words, it is faith that gives the abbot strength, and the abbot uses this power to help the believers.

Tang Ming couldn't help but smack his lips, and a terrifying thought came out of his heart, if faith was really powerful, then did the gods and Buddhas who once had their own followers really exist in Huaxia?

He couldn't help but shudder, and he always felt that he heard a situation where the abbot's help to him was not limited to cultivation, but also to the understanding of the essence of the world.

"I'm sorry to be here, Da Jue, you old stubborn, you still want to continue to poison your disciples and grandchildren here?" was a woman's cold snort, and then a shadow in a white robe fell directly on the hydrangea podium, kicking all the hydrangeas on the stage out with just one kick.

This person Tang Ming has seen, isn't it the same master who had a relationship in the back mountain that day?

So this person is still in the two Zen temples?

"Mrs. Jinhua, I respect you as a woman! Abbot Dajue's face changed a little, as the so-called grass and tree are all life, and now this master has killed so many lives in front of him, how can Abbot Dajue not be angry.

The Golden Flower Master snorted too coldly, "Hmph, you have to inch in? I'm still getting carried away, why is it just a little hydrangea, you feel distressed, you know, the lives you give up are hundreds, thousands of lives!"

"I've said it all, I don't need to mention this world. I have already made a decision, one person's life is also life, and the life of a thousand people is also life, and the Buddha said that all living beings are equal, and I will not kill one person for the sake of a thousand people, let alone one

Kill a thousand people for one person!" Da Jue stomped his foot, and the thick light of merit on his body flickered, Tang Ming was sure that he had seen so many monks, and only the light of merit on the body of this abbot of Dajue could be compared to the monk he met in the next world.

Master Jinhua glared at Dajue like a monk, and then stomped his feet with hatred of iron and steel, "Dajue, you ...... Are you really stone-headed, even among the thousand?"

"My Buddha used to cut meat and feed it to eagles. As the saying goes, I'm not as good as hell who goes to hell, everything has its own fixed number in the underworld, everything will be natural!" The abbot sighed, and then folded his hands.

This move almost didn't make Master Jinhua half angry, and the latter immediately rushed towards Dajue with his teeth and claws, "Fart, Dajue, you have cultivated the Buddha for so many years, is it possible that the Buddha principles you have obtained are inaction?"

"What kind of Buddha are you cultivating? How can you be worthy of being the abbot of the two Zen temples!"

Fortunately, when Master Jinhua was about to make a move, Cai'er appeared in time and stopped the master's progress, while saying, "Master, forget it, forget it." On the other hand, he involuntarily glanced at Tang Ming, who was sitting on the futon in the audience.

At this glance, Tang Ming was a little inexplicable, and he always felt that the latter's eyes had a look of awe?

(End of chapter)

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