"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! As soon as the formation is broken, can Guangji Temple give an explanation to the poor road? Lichen asked unhurriedly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lichen came to Guangji Temple, although he made preparations for doing it, but he didn't make the first move. It's just that I didn't expect that the Guangji Temple had already thought about dealing with him, and the eighteen injured monks outside the door obviously couldn't be made up by a temple in Guangji Temple.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! The real person who protects the country is profound, the poor monk has nothing to say, he is willing to gamble and lose, and the poor monk is willing to use this skin to eliminate the anger of the real person, how about it? The old abbot was now seriously injured, and he couldn't even stop talking, and at the end, he coughed violently, and spit out a mouthful of blood from a mouthful of metaphysics, so he could barely suppress the surging qi and blood in his chest.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! What does the poor road want the abbot to do? Even if this skin is not taken, the abbot has run out of oil and dried up, and his death is imminent, right? Buddhism is really calculating, you win, the poor road is in the catastrophe, flat, the poor road has a bad reputation, lose, the poor road has to bear the notoriety of forcing a monk to death. You must be so calculating! In the blink of an eye, he thought of the mystery and sneered.

No wonder! The dust thinks about Buddhism in the dark like this, it is really in the battle of interests and Taoism, you live and die, and you can't help but be careless.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Real people are born with wisdom for many years, and Buddha bones are born. The boundless sea of bitterness, the white lotus turns into a boat, and I am born to have a relationship with my Buddhism! The old abbot looked at the dust, as if he had seen a peerless treasure, and said sincerely while coughing up blood. But he turned a deaf ear to Chen's words, which can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence!

"The poor road has its own method of immortality, and it is not hard to remember the Buddha, but if the abbot can't stop talking, won't the poor road have more lives in vain? In this way, Buddhism and I are really endless, and the abbot must not harm the poor Dao to take the blame! "Lichen is unimpressed.

What a lifetime of Su Hui, but the reincarnation of the dust didn't drink that bowl of Meng Po soup! The white lotus is a boat, but it is just an ordinary trick made in order to find a flaw in the illusion. was able to blind more than a dozen eminent monks in the illusionary realm, and it was also a dust illusion.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Sin, sin! After the old abbot chanted the Buddha horn in a low voice, he fell silent. The old abbot is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that the guy in front of him who has no god and Buddha will see that he has been with the Buddha for the sake of the endless death, the jar is broken, and if he does not do two endlessly, then Guangji Temple will be in big trouble.

Just when Lichen was watching the abbot pranayama and healing his wounds, while silently considering what to take back to understand the cause and effect, a large group of bald monks poured out of the abbot's meditation, and these were obviously the monks of Guangji Temple.

If you don't come early, you don't come late, it seems that this Guangji Temple is really well prepared!

When the monks saw that the outside was covered with blood, the eighteen monks who were unconscious were taken aback, and immediately stepped forward to help them up, and a few clever ones immediately rolled up and blistered out, and went to call the medical monks in the temple to save people. There was also a large group of people, but they stood outside the abbot's ashram and hesitated, obviously not knowing whether to break in at this time.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! It seems that the poor road is about to leave, today is your Buddhism to calculate the poor road first, and the Buddha naturally owes the poor Tao an explanation. If you want to take it back, next year you will be waiting for you to come to the Xuanguang Temple in Qingcheng! When Lichen heard the slightly hesitant call of the abbot outside, he knew that if the group of Buddhist disciples couldn't hear the abbot's answer, they would soon break in. Immediately, his left hand waved lightly, and the Zen staff flew into Chen's hand on its own.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Say goodbye to the poor road! Lichen picked up the Zen staff and saluted the old abbot with one hand.

But he didn't care, when Lichen picked up the Zen staff, the abbot's closed eyelids were constantly beating, and his face changed several times in an instant.

The dust disappeared into the ashram. In the middle of the ring, the abbot suddenly opened his eyes, which had lost his former vigor, and spit out a mouthful of thick blood, which frightened the disciples who had just entered the door into a daze, and hurriedly helped the abbot up in shock and went to the monk to treat the injury.

There is already a big mess in Guangji Temple!

The dust disappeared and stood in the Guangji Temple, while silently pushing the Liuren, while sweeping the temple with divine consciousness. After pausing for a moment, he suddenly strode towards the northwest corner.

The Hutchison incense candle shop has been open in Beijing for 200 years. When the Ming Dynasty was not yet there, Hutchison was already well-known in Beijing, and it was not easy to pass it down from generation to generation.

Today, when I got up early in the morning, the eleventh generation owner of Hutchison incense candles and Shunfu felt that his eyelids had been beating, and his heart was also up and down, and he Fushun, who didn't know what was going on today, couldn't help sighing, and the whole person stood in the courtyard in a daze.

He Fushun is fifty years old in Chinese New Year's Eve, and living thirty-six is a hurdle, and Fushun has a wife and children, and has an ancestral business, which is also considered to be harmonious and beautiful, rich and healthy. But who knows, it's just a momentary ghost fascination, and I was fascinated by the yellow gold, and I immediately made it impossible to return to my home now, and I can't enjoy it.

If he said that he Fushun did not regret it, it was false. Now, the servants and Taoist priests in the capital are waiting to trouble him, and he can only hide in the corner of Guangning Temple, and he can't even see outsiders. How aggrieved and helpless!

Think about it, even if the matter passes, your ancestral incense candle shop will be regarded as a downside signboard, a hundred years of inheritance, and once lost. In the future, I will probably have to sublet it out, and I will have to leave my hometown.

"One misstep, thousands of hatreds!" He Fushun stood in the small courtyard with his hands in his hands and sighed for a long time. A young Taoist priest suddenly appeared in the courtyard. It seemed to appear out of thin air, but it scared the soul of Hefu Shun away.

"Hell!" After He Fushun was stunned for a while, he immediately reacted, and for a while he only hated his father and mother for having two legs, and ran out of the hospital crying and running wildly.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! And the proprietor is in such a hurry, but he wants to go back to the yamen to explain? He and the proprietor were destined to run out of the courtyard, and when he was still a few steps away from the far gate, Lichen's figure appeared in the moon gate at the gate of the small courtyard like a ghost.

This can completely scare Fushun and the proprietor stupidly, run and can't run away, shouting and no one answers, seeing this haunted Taoist priest in broad daylight, I don't know if it's a person or a ghost? Immediately, he sat on the ground and burst into tears.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Don't do bad things in your life, even if a ghost knocks on the door? And the proprietor is so panicked, but what did he do to fail? With a smile on his face, Xu Bu walked forward to He Fushun and asked with a smile.

"You! You! Are you a human or a ghost? He Fushun calmed down after half a sound, and asked loudly with a frightened face.

"Of course the poor road is a human being, and the proprietor is still satisfied?" Lichen said with a smile.

He Fushun calmed down a little, and made sure that he saw the shadow of the Taoist priest in front of him, so he really believed that he was not a ghost in broad daylight. But it's just a matter of making up my mind. Immediately, I remembered why I was hiding in this Guangning Temple, and suddenly, there was a wail, and Fushun immediately flew up as if he was flying, and he wanted to run outside, and shouted for help while running.

The dust is a little speechless, just such an out-of-tune coward turned out to be at a loss for Baiyunguan, almost causing the endless conflict of the Taoist Buddha, it's really a dog~

Lichen shook his head and whispered, "Fixed!" “

He Fushun immediately stiffened all over his body, maintained a posture of escape, and couldn't move, only tears flowed non-stop in his eyes.