The news that the dust injured the abbot of Guangji Temple and the eighteen eminent monks could not be covered. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The news soon spread in the capital, and for a time the crowd was turbulent, and the relationship between Taoism and Buddhism was unprecedentedly tense.

Whether it was Baiyun Temple or Guangji Temple, they all closed their doors for a while, and each organized disciples to patrol and guard, lest the other party come to retaliate. In fact, neither the Taoist temples nor the high-level Buddhist temples in the capital are so radical, and they will try their best to restrain their disciples. Now that the attitude of the imperial court is unclear, no one will want to be a bird.

But I am not afraid of 10,000 in everything, but I am afraid of what happens. The Jingshi is prosperous, and the disciples of the two sects seem to be living too comfortably, and a little worry is also conducive to cultivation, and the Taoist priests and monks do not move, it does not mean that there will not be a few fanatical believers to make trouble, and set a fire or something in the middle of the night, and no one can stand it.

Lichen temporarily lives in Baiyun Temple, which is a pending order. It's just that now that his status is high, naturally there are no ordinary Taoist priests who visit and ask for questions, so many restraints. I live alone in a large, quiet house. After confessing to the viewer, he began to meditate and soon entered a state of selflessness and etherealism.

The sun has set and the moon has risen, and the night is deep. Except for some special places, most of the entire Jingshi has sunk into a quiet silence.

He Fushun is now in prison. As soon as he entered the prison, he was harshly trained by several prison bullies. Now he was hiding in the corner of his cell alone, tired, hungry, and in pain.

He has been pampered since he was a child, and he has suffered so much from food and clothing? What's more, now that the future is uncertain, under the fear and fear, not to mention how much regret there is.

I don't know how long it took, but Fushun fell asleep in a daze...

He Fushun felt that he was standing on a high earthen platform, and the crowd around him was surging, and they all looked at him. Loud noises kept pouring into his ears.

Many people pointed at him or shook their heads and sighed, or angrily accused and scolded, and a few familiar figures looked at him and cried bitterly.

Isn't that his wife and children, why don't they come to help him? Just crying in the audience!

He Fushun wanted to call his relatives to come to help him several times, but found that his throat was like a fire, and he couldn't make a sound. Frightened, I realized that my condition didn't seem right.

He Fushun retracted his gaze and looked around carefully before his soul suddenly dispersed. Isn't this high platform the platform for killing people at the entrance of the vegetable market, why are you here?

"He Fushun, your time has come, it's time to hit the road!" A voice sounded in He Fushun's ears, and He Fushun woke up from his contemplation, and found that he had been kneeling on the high platform with five flowers, surrounded by soldiers, and an executioner dressed in red and holding a ghost-headed knife was grabbing his collar and dragging himself to the guillotine.

"Help! Spare me! Please。。。。 He Fushun struggled desperately while begging for mercy, but found that there was a sneer all around, the executioner was so familiar!

Isn't this the Taoist who caught himself during the day? And how did he become an executioner again?

He Fushun only felt full of grievances, full of anger, and couldn't break free. In the end, he was forcibly dragged to the guillotine, and three cannon shots were heard, and then there was a "The hour has come, behead!" He Fushun suddenly felt that all thoughts were lost, a white light flashed, and then he didn't know anything.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! I didn't expect that your Buddhism still has such a method of killing people in dreams! "Above the night sky of the Five Cities Terracotta Division, a monk stood together.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Why did the real protector of the country say this? "The monk looked younger than Chen, wearing yellow monk's robes, but he did not hold a staff or hang Buddhist beads. It's just that he wears a jade statue of a future Buddha on his chest, and he shines in the night sky. He was looking at the dust that suddenly appeared with a wary face.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! The sect leader actually knows the poor way? Lichen said with a smile on his face: "However, how can Poor Dao ever kill someone with a ghost-headed broadsword, and the sect leader slanders Poor Dao so much, is he going to do it?" ”

"The real person misunderstood, the poor monk was just passing by, and he had never seen any sect masters, and he didn't know what ghost-headed broadsword was. The poor monk still has something to do, so he won't bother the real person. There is no Amitabha! Say goodbye. The monk didn't want to say much, and as soon as his body flickered, he was about to leave.

"Taiyi supreme salvation Tianzun! Did the poor Dao say that the sect leader could go? Lichen sneered, holding a peachwood sword and slashing in the void, the sword qi formed a circle. A golden light flashed up, and immediately encircled the monk who was about to leave.

"Shakyamuni Buddha is gone, Maitreya Buddha should hold it. Since the sect leader is here, why don't you accompany the poor Dao to talk about the mystical Tao in this night, and wait for the purple air to rise tomorrow morning? Lichen held the magic sword in his hand, smiling, and said what he said, but the monk's eyes were full of hatred.

The god of dust and yang has been formed, and he is naturally not afraid of the sun and purple gas. The monk is just a yin god traveling, stay here, tomorrow the sun will rise, the monk will not be burned in the sky, and the gods will be destroyed!

"The true humanity is profound, and this sect leader naturally can't help it. Today's grace, this sect leader will repay it in the future! The monk's eyes were full of resentment, and he gritted his teeth and said. Before Chen could reply, he suddenly burst out and slapped the Maitreya Buddha statue on his chest, and the Maitreya Buddha statue on his chest suddenly turned into powder, turning into a burst of white light, and instantly engulfing the sword qi cage that Chen casually slashed.

The dust was taken aback, and he couldn't stop it. The monk (or the sect leader) who originally realized that the Maitreya jade statue on his chest was different, but he didn't expect it to be used like this. The white light rose violently, shining in all directions, and even the dust had to temporarily avoid the edge, take a few steps back, and resist with a sword.

By the time the white light disappeared, the cage that had been drawn by the dust had disappeared without a trace. Lichen let go of the enemy, and could only look helplessly at the direction of Shandong and smile bitterly.

"Taiyi is immeasurably saving the suffering Tianzun! Time also, life also! Shandong is in a catastrophe! Lichen sighed lowly.

The sky is so out of phase, especially the white light is not too dazzling, and in this mid-dark sky, I don't know how many eyes to attract. Fortunately, the dust has long since disappeared, and the white light has also passed in an instant, and it is expected that ordinary people will not guess that they are here.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! The merits of real people are immeasurable" There was another Buddha horn in the night sky, and the dust turned around, but fortunately, it was an acquaintance at this time.

"Taiyi saves the suffering immeasurably Tianzun! The old abbot has come to say goodbye? Lichen suddenly asked in a low voice with a solemn face. Because it was the abbot of Guangji Temple who fought during the day.

"Nan has no samadhi, destroys doubts, and the heart is sluggish, and the Lord does not move! The poor monk has completed his cultivation in this life, and he should leave. Meditation for a lifetime, disillusionment of life and death, is like a dream. Now that I have got rid of all the bitter fruits of the world, what a pity! The old abbot was a little more compassionate at this time than in the daytime. Maybe it's really put down.

Once the obsession is removed, it will naturally get all kinds of tranquility. Let go of the demons in your heart, and even the supreme refinement method.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Congratulations to the old abbot, and the cultivation has made great progress. He was reborn for ten lifetimes and practiced, and he had the day of worship. The dust chief bowed deeply and sincerely blessed it.

"I see as I come, as I come. True people have a natural root of wisdom, and they have been wise for many years. In the boundless sea of suffering that day, there is me without appearance, and there is no appearance without me. In one word, the Buddha revealed, and the white lotus turned into a boat. Why is it just a day, but it's the opposite? The old abbot smiled freely.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Poor and sloppy. Lichen nodded and replied.

(To be continued.) )