However, just when Wu was following the sleeping young man behind his back, the corners of the dust Buddha's mouth, who had not shown too obvious expressions on his face from beginning to end, twitched slightly, it seemed to be a smile, but because the expression on his face was too stiff, it seemed to be a smile rather than a smile, which was quite strange.

"TMD, fortunately, there is such a guy with muscles in his brain who is following him this time, if he is replaced by an old monk who is a thief and a thief, it is really not easy to convince him. ”

Lichen's appearance has passed the age of no confusion, and his age is also similar, although he is not old, but his actions and words are indeed quite stable.

But I'm afraid that no one would have thought that this seemingly steady Buddhist monk would be so slanderous in his heart, if he let the martial monk behind him hear that the senior brother was actually such words in his heart, I don't know how he would feel.

In Buddhism, the relics left by the monks are holy relics, if it is replaced by ordinary small novices, how can anyone think of using such holy relics to restrain demonic energy, such deviant practices, only he, a "fake monk", can do it.

"Those old bald men talk about the scriptures and the Fa on the mountains all day long, and if this continues, I'm afraid that I, a 'fake monk', will have to wear a gang. ”

"Fortunately, the opportunity to go down the mountain today has been well grasped, this child seems to have the existence of demonic energy, just take advantage of this opportunity to propose to the abbot to go down the mountain and travel, with my current cultivation, plus the excuse to save the common people, the old monk should not prevaricate me anymore." ”

The old monk in Lichen's heart refers to the abbot of Qianfo Mountain, who is a truly unfathomable monk who has cultivated to a truly unfathomable level, and no one knows what realm his martial arts have entered, because he has not made a move for decades.

In the memory of the dust monk, from the time he stepped into the mountain gate, this monk has been in the ancient temple often accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green light, burning incense and chanting scriptures all day long, participating in Zen enlightenment, obviously never intervening in the affairs of the temple, but making many golden Arhats in the mountain are in awe of it.

This is the ruler of a holy land, or a master who has been cultivating in the ancient temples in the mountains for many years, even if he is the identity of the dust Buddha, he has only seen him a few times.

But every time he saw the old monk, he was a little frightened. Every time those old and cloudy eyes swept over him, he felt like he was stabbed in his back, as if he could see through his disguise in the next moment and pull him out from under the golden body of this Buddha.

The expression on the face of the monk did not fluctuate at all, and every step he took left only a shallow and imperceptible footprint on the yellow sand, as if he was floating on the sand, which was in stark contrast to the step by step of the pit behind him.

And Wu saw the traces under his senior brother's feet, and while following with difficulty, he couldn't help but admire more and more, but he never thought that the senior brother who seemed to be a high-ranking monk would be so slanderous in his heart at this time.

"Fortunately, that group of old monks have not seen the world, anyway, I was also well-read back then, although I didn't have much knowledge in Buddhist scriptures, but there are still some stocks in the stomach, just say a few proverbs, and let them take it as Buddhism, otherwise it is really difficult to deal with the current identity. ”

Monk Lichen said happily in his heart, but the expression on his face was like a mask without the slightest ripple, such a huge gap, I am afraid that no one can believe it except himself.

In fact, it's no wonder that he is crossed, others have crossed over, either to become a baby and start from scratch, or to be a master of the Tao and fool the younger generations, who can be as unlucky as him, and directly wear it to a Buddha who talks about the scriptures and teaches the Dharma.

Now under the skin of the monk is a soul from another world, named Chen Liang, who is a "book mouse", a bookseller who makes a living by selling pirated books.

But fortunately, he has seen too much right and wrong in the business field over the years, which has made his acting skills more and more proficient, and he has been well-read for many years, so he can adapt to today's identity.

This monk has an extraordinary understanding of the nature of Buddhism, even if he is only a monk of the "Li" generation, but he already has the qualifications to preach the Dharma and discuss the Tao on the top of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

But it is precisely because his comprehension of the Dharma is so profound that he realized it when he talked about the Dharma and the Tao, and inexplicably went to ascend to Bliss, while Chen Liang, who came from another world, became this Buddha who was admired by thousands of novices.

Can you imagine what it is like to be halfway through a person's sleep and suddenly open their eyes and see a bunch of bald heads with white flowers below?

He almost burst into foul language, but fortunately, his psychological endurance is indeed extraordinary, and when he was chasing ducks on the shelves, he still restrained his instincts and stood still as steady as Mount Tai.

After many years of begging for life in the wind and rain, he learned to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, and when he did not figure out the current situation, no reaction is the best response. Especially when he found himself wearing a gorgeous robe and sitting on a golden silk futon in a slumping state, he closed his mouth even more, as if he had practiced a meditation on closing his mouth.

But if you just stay there, you can't do it, under the Daxiong Treasure Palace, but there are thousands of monks waiting for the Buddha to preach the Dharma, if you blindly keep your mouth shut, wouldn't it be to arouse the suspicion of the monks.

Chen Liang, who is good at observing words and feelings, also saw a little puzzled look among these many novices, and the slightly frowning brows of several enlightened monks were also clearly visible, and he also saw several warrior monks with knotted muscles who seemed to be about to come up.

Chen Liang had no choice but to let go and memorize a copy of the "Mahayana Myoho-renge-kyo" in public.

It's also a coincidence, he had just tidied up his warehouse a few days ago, and he had also carefully read this yellow-skinned Buddhist scripture that was inexplicably stuffed in the corner of the warehouse for a while, and he still had some impression of the scriptures in it.

Faced with such a scene, he was desperate and subconsciously recited this scripture.

This Lotus Sutra completely fulfilled his name as a Buddha, and he was only thinking of passing this festival with a scripture, but he never imagined that this world would not have the scriptures in his memory of his previous life.

It is also strange to say that the scriptures that he had read as if he were looking at flowers at the beginning, when he recited them in this Daxiong Treasure Hall at this time, it was as if he had already been tempered thousands of times, and it was even more fluid than he imagined.

Perhaps it was that the ancient Buddhist scripture was different, Chen Liang was not a monk who cultivated Buddhism in his previous life, and it was difficult to say why that sutra was different.

It's just that when this "Lotus Sutra" was recited, the entire Mahavira Hall was silent, even the monks who were responsible for ringing the bell and striking the jade subconsciously forgot the movements in their hands, and the few warrior monks who got up were nailed to the spot like wooden stakes, and many novices listened silently in this silence.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, only the clear voice of the monk echoed under the dome, and the halo above the scorching sun of the nine days was reflected in the hall, sprinkled on the monk who preached the Dharma, really like a golden Buddha, which made people worship the heart.

At this moment, even if he is a fake monk, he looks like a real Buddha.