"Poor Dao has always hated playing tricks, I want Poor Dao to stop, please say it practically!" When he heard this, he sat back, staring at the big monk opposite with blazing eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Good, good. I don't know if the real person can let go of the 'Huiming' Zen master and return the golden bowl for my teaching, the real person's merits are immeasurable, and I am grateful to the people who taught it," the old monk said with a red face.

Lichen's brows jumped slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: This monk is so thick-skinned! He sneered and said coldly: "The old monk has a good plan to set up such a trap, just to lure the poor Dao to come, and now he wants the poor Dao to return the Buddha treasure of the noble monk to the noble sect." There is no price at all, an empty word, when the poor road is so easy to speak? Poor Dao Dao disciples, don't work Buddha disciples are grateful! Say goodbye to this"

After finishing speaking, he got up and wanted to leave, but the abbot of Guangji hurriedly persuaded: "My Buddha is merciful, I don't know how the real person can let go of Senior Brother Huiming and return the Buddha treasure?" “

After hearing this, he sat down again and said, "That Huiming monk, prevent my soul from returning to its place, but what do you mean by Buddhism?" The monks don't speak, and the old abbot doesn't have to commit the precept of the tongue! “

The old abbot's face was bitter, and he whispered a Buddha name: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" Sin, sin! What Senior Brother Huiming did has nothing to do with Buddhism, and Senior Brother Huiming is just a temporary obstacle to his practice, and his heart is chaotic, so he doesn't mean to embarrass the real person, and I hope the real person will forgive me! “

Lichen smiled, I don't know if he believes it or not? just smiled and said: "The old abbot should know the five precepts and ten virtues?" “

The words of the dust are puns on the language, but I don't know whether the dust is talking about the "Huiming" Zen master, or the old abbot opposite, or both.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Poor monks naturally remember the teachings of the World-Honored One." The old abbot sneered at the dust, as if he didn't care, still light and light, and said slowly without changing his face.

"Then you Buddhist disciples gathered Jingshi, but did you come to make it difficult for the poor Dao?" Lichen then asked.

"My Buddha disciples should also take the precepts and walk in all directions. I came to Beijing to teach, but in order to promote Buddhism, I didn't dare to embarrass real people? It's just that Zen Master Huiming is a disciple of my Buddhism, and the golden bowl is the treasure of my Buddhism, so I dare not give up. I wonder how a real person can be willing to return it? The old monk said.

"Zen Master Huiming admires my three clear methods, the way of eternal life. I have decided to take refuge in my way, so what is the meaning of returning? The golden bowl, here to block the road to bear the burden, the cause and effect are not finished, how can the poor road be returned to the Buddha? ”

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Why should real people do this? The old abbot was finally shocked by Chen's "brazen" nonsense, this is like a high-ranking person, a green-skinned gangster on the street!

"The poor road is here, just to be detained by the government, can the old abbot let the owner of the incense and candle shop and the shopkeeper follow the poor road official and explain to the government. It can be regarded as a clean slate for the disciples on both sides. Lichen asked.

"How can he be innocent when he killed my Buddhist disciple?" The old abbot said with a solemn face.

"The reason for this, you and I know it, why do you want to be so rejecting people thousands of miles away? Does Buddhism really want to fight with my Daomen? Lichen said coldly.

"Then what should I do if I kill my disciple in vain?" The old abbot asked.

"Heaven is forgivable, but you can't live! What's more, isn't life and death an ordinary thing for your Buddhism? Just take off the stinky skin and go to the Western Bliss. Lichen's tone was not good, and he deliberately angered the old abbot.

Because when Lichen was talking to the old abbot, a large array was set up around the abbot's meditation room, and eighteen monks quietly held the Buddha treasure and quietly surrounded the quiet room in the middle.

Is this to leave the dust in this Guangji Temple?

"The battle between Buddhism and Taoism is about to start, are real people really indifferent?" The old abbot is still dignified, a look of compassion. But the words in his mouth made Chen's heart angry.

"Buddhism has this kung fu, why not go all the way to the west. I want you to call the place where the Buddha preached, the ancestral court of Buddhism and the temple were completely destroyed, and you didn't go to the West to save the Buddha, but you came to embarrass the Tao, you Buddhist disciples should have a Buddha in your heart? ”

This is a **** naked slap in the face, not only in the face of the old abbot, but also in the face of the entire Buddhist gate. The difficulty of the Landa Temple, few people in the Central Plains know about it, but the Buddhism is suppressed and not allowed to be promoted. And if you say it all the time, if it is preached and known by the world, what is the face of Buddhism, and then walk in the world?

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Sin, sin. The real person has already fallen into the devil's way, why don't you stay in my Guangji Temple for a few days? The old abbot never mentioned the matter of the ancestral temple of Buddhism, but he had already made up his mind to do a fight with Chen, a real Taoist.

"This is your Buddhist hospitality?" Lichen asked with a sneer.

The dust consciousness opened, but found that the entire Guangji Temple was already full of Buddhist monks, and there was no ordinary person. Obviously, just after the dust stepped into the Guangji Temple, the Guangji Temple was already dismissing the pilgrims and preparing to turn the other cheek with the dust.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! The Buddha has the compassion of all sentient beings, and also has the angry eyes of the vajra dharma, you must know that the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. Real person, you have gradually fallen into the path of demons, but you don't know it, why don't you calm down and use Buddhism to dissolve demonic thoughts, okay? The old abbot held Bodhi Zhu in his hand, and he didn't know when he had an extra Jiuxi Zen staff in his hand, and said to the dust.

"If you want to stay poor, see if you have the ability to do this?" With a move in his right hand, he was already holding a sword in his hand. The thunder on the sword beats, and between the "crackles", the electric light flashes non-stop.

"Nangma Siddhi Si Di Su Si Di Si Di Ra Ya Ku Yan Sam Mo Siri Aja Si Di Si Di Su Si Di Ra Ya Ya Ji

The old abbot did not say any more, but closed his eyes tightly, sat cross-legged on the ground, held a tin staff in one hand, and a vajra bodhi rosary in the other, and sang along with the scriptures outside the door, reciting the scriptures over and over again.

"The King of Fudo Ming casts a spell? I really treated the poor road as a devil! Lichen sneered and lifted the peachwood sword in his hand, and stabbed at the old abbot with a sword.

The thunder is faint, the sword light is Dao, the dust aura is the sword, and the old abbot is directly on the spiritual platform.

The monks outside just echoed, and this old monk was the eye of this Buddhist sect. Of course, Lichen took down the old abbot first, and the group of monks outside, without this old abbot presiding, is it still easy to capture?

As soon as the sword light came out, the old monk was motionless, but the dust sword pierced into the air.

Lichen was shocked, and immediately put away his sword and returned, his consciousness swept around, but he found that the surroundings were hazy, as if he was in a boundless wilderness.

"Illusion?" Lichen was sure that he would never be easily disoriented, without knowing it. So, now that he is in Guangji Temple, how can his divine consciousness sweep into an empty and uninhabited wilderness?

"Pro, soldiers, fights, all, arrays, columns, fronts, lines!" He spit out the nine-character mantra and waved the sword with a curse. The sword light came, and the entire quiet room turned into a piece of powder.

The dust is not at all proud. Instead, I was shocked.

Dusty slashed through the ashram, only to find himself in a wilderness. In the distance, there were bursts of morning bells and dusk drums, and a spiritual mountain towered over the sky.

If Lichen guessed correctly, should there be a "Fudo Ming King" deity on the Lingshan Mountain?

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