After Lichen and Monk Jueyuan exchanged salutes, neither of them spoke, and they fell into a silence for a while, which seemed quite strange between the two monks.

Seeing this, Venerable Jueyuan raised the Zen staff in his hand slightly, and then tapped the ground with the bottom of the Zen staff, and the rings above hit each other, emitting a crisp Sanskrit sound.

On the Zen staff, the immeasurable Buddha light shines out from it, the compassion of the Buddha Gate, the wrath of the Ming King, are contained in it, and it is obviously a Buddhist treasure.

And under the light of the Buddha, there was nothing unusual on the earthly face, but in the light of the Buddha, he folded his hands and recited the Dharma scriptures in his heart.

When the Buddhist scriptures circulated in his heart, the body of the dust was also reflected with the Buddha's light, and the brilliant gold was more pure than the light reflected in the Jueyuan Zen staff, like a big sun golden crow rising from under the flat ground line.

Being mixed in the center by these two Buddha lights, the demonic qi that had been slowly dissipating on the bodies of the three stone sculptures was rapidly dissipating like ice and snow at this moment, and the surging black qi dissipated out of thin air, revealing their bodies carved from ancient stones.

Lichen opened his eyes and saw that the world in front of him had not collapsed because of the Buddhist scriptures, and then saw the three stone statues revealed by the black qi, all the doubts in his heart were dispersed, and the brilliance of the Dharma on his body was slowly converged.

I was startled by the monk, it turned out to be three stone sculptures.

And the monk Jueyuan was even more surprised, the Zen staff in his hand was left by a king-level monk of the Ming Dynasty, the Arhat specialized in cultivating the king's law, and the realm of Taoism was three points deeper than him, and the Buddha light contained in it was very amazing, but he never thought that the master and nephew in front of him would just suppress it by the Buddha light reflected by his own body understanding.

With his vision, he could naturally see that although the dust of this Buddha's light was not as powerful as the power contained in this Zen staff, the Dharma as profound as the golden crow had surpassed the Mingwang monk who left the Zen staff at the beginning.

In time, when this master and nephew step into the realm of Arhats, the Buddha of Xuankong Temple will truly live up to his name.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Seeing the Dharma on his body that had been dispersed first, Jueyuan also restrained the brilliance contained in the Zen staff, walked forward slowly, and really greeted each other with this master and nephew.

"The Buddha has walked through the ancient road, and from now on, he is the real Buddha of Xuankong Temple, Amitabha Buddha......"

Lichen returned the salute to his uncle, but his expression moved slightly, his predecessor as a monk who grew up in Xuankong Temple since childhood, and the name of the Buddha in the temple was naturally clear and clear.

As a holy place of Buddhism, Xuankong Temple can only have one Buddha in each generation, and only the most profound holy monks of Buddhism can be so respectful and respected as the existence of "the closest to the Buddha".

But in the memory of the dust, there are indeed a lot of "Buddhas" of the word "Li", the Buddhas of the Fumo Temple, the Buddhas of the Dharma Academy, the Buddhas of the Jialan Palace, and the Buddhas of the Rotten Ke Temple......

The entire Thousand Buddha Mountain Xuankong Temple, it seems that in addition to the legendary Luohan Hall, there is a monk known as the "Buddha" in each hall of each courtyard, and each of them is a person who is amazingly talented.

But the title of those Buddhas is only spread in the Thousand Buddha Mountains, and there is only one Buddha in each generation of Xuankong Temple, that is, the one who walks in the world.

After the original puja, the abbot Zen master handed over the honorific title of "Buddha" and the name of "walking in the world" to the dust, but for most of the six months after that puja, the Buddha in each hall still did not change, making him a little unworthy of the name of this world walking.

At the beginning, he was quite puzzled, but now that he heard Venerable Jueyuan's words, he must have something to do with the name of this Buddha and this ancient road.

Could it be that every generation of Buddhas in Xuankong Temple must come out of this ancient road of heart refining to be worthy of this title?

Lichen had such doubts, so he asked like this, if it was to a Venerable on weekdays, he would never dare to be so rude. But looking at Uncle Jueyuan's appearance today, if his guess is true, the status of Qianfo Mountain in the world is no longer under the royal Arhat.

That is to say, although his seniority is lower, and the realm has not been reached, but after walking out of this ancient road, there is no status gap between him and the golden-bodied Arhat in front of him, and he can also enter this Arhat Hall in the future.

Venerable Jueyuan could hear Chen's question, and glanced at him with some surprise, and then slowly shook his head.

Just when he was a little disappointed, he heard him speak: "The difference between the Buddha's words, not every generation of Buddhas has to walk this ancient road, but as long as the monks who have walked the ancient road of Buddha, they must all be contemporary Buddhas......"

Seeing the dust, he was quite puzzled, and then Monk Jueyuan shook his head and asked with a smile: "The Buddha has walked through the ancient road, I don't know what I feel about everything I experienced on that road?"

Lichen thought about it carefully, thinking about the feeling of being completely enchanted by the blue-faced fangs when he experienced the first-party illusion at that time, he couldn't help but feel a little afraid in his heart, shook his head and sighed: "Life is better than death......

Jueyuan looked at Chen's frightened expression, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he seemed to be in a good mood and said: "The poor monk once heard the teacher mention the ancient road, which is said to be a secret realm left over from ancient times, which contains the shape of the heavens and all worlds, just like the sand of the Ganges River, each world will cover the Buddha's heart of the cultivator, and lead to the most original demonic thoughts in the hearts of the world. ”

"It's not terrible to refine the mind in the illusion realm, what is terrible is that the power in it will cover the Buddha's heart, even if the monk is more advanced in cultivation, if the mind is obscured, and then face the demons, how many people can compete?"

"Besides, in the ancient path of the Buddha are the heavens and all the worlds, even if the heart is tenacious, the monks with profound Buddhism can step through the first and second illusions, but the rest is endless, I am afraid that I will sink into it without getting out of a few worlds, and it is not easy to get out. ”

When Jueyuan's voice fell, he couldn't help but sigh slightly, and said with a wry smile: "If every generation of Buddhas goes to take this ancient road, I'm afraid that there are few ...... who can come out of it."

If it weren't for the old monk who hit the nail on the ground and gave him a word, if he hadn't been blessed by the Lotus Sutra, wouldn't he have been planted in it a long time ago? Thinking of this, Chen couldn't help but ignite the fire of King Ming in his heart.

This group of bald donkeys, let the monk go on such an evil path of nine deaths and a lifetime, wouldn't that force the monk and me to death?

Since not every generation of Buddhas has to walk the ancient path, why do you want me to go through such a trial?