The vajra is like a dagger, the front half of the sharp blade is sharp, the second half of the grip is carved with the shape of a vase, lotus, Buddha head, etc., and a number of mantras are engraved, which is a small thing used by the Buddhists to suppress evil spirits, so the woman hung this thing on her ears as a pendant.

Who would have thought that across thousands of miles, the woman would be able to protrude the vajra from the picture that the Cangtang Master had changed and stab it in the chest of the Cangtang Master. 752657

Even when the master of the cangtang is in good health, he may not be able to dodge such a sudden attack, not to mention that now he is mourning and dying, and there is no way to dodge, and the vajra held by this snow-white giant hand is pierced on his chest.

The master of the warehouse hall was hit hard by this, but his body was still motionless, and he did not even spill the water in his hand.

The senior monk who always smiled raised his eyebrows, his body moved, and he had reached the side of the master of the cangtang, probing his fat hand, and just a little to the other party's snow-white giant hand, the giant hand suddenly trembled, and then retracted back, and was about to pull out the vajra and leave.

Another high-ranking monk confessed that the master shouted angrily, and his emaciated arm suddenly swelled, shattering the monk's robe in his right hand, and raising his powerful palm to slash it hard.

This palm is like a thousand giant blades, cutting straight into the wrist of the snow-white giant hand! Everyone could only hear a woman's muffled body coming from the water curtain, and then they saw that the snow-white giant hand melted like ice and snow, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into white mist and dissipated, leaving only the vajra inserted in the chest of the master of the warehouse hall and never retracted it.

Without the control of the giant hand, the vajra moved slightly, and with a pop, it was pulled out of the chest of the master of the warehouse, and with a turn, it flew towards the water curtain on the bowl.

The token master sighed lightly and said, "If you come, you will be safe." With a flick of his palm, a palm print flew out and stopped in front of the vajra.

The vajra was immediately stuck in the palm print, and after passing through most of it, it could no longer fly over, and kept struggling in the palm print.

The token master came to the vajra that was trapped by himself, clasped his palms together, clamped the vajra, and whispered: "Amitabha! The golden light in his palms shone brightly, and the Vajra suddenly lost the control of the original owner under the attack of the Buddha power of the two palms, and completely quieted down.

The three monks shot at the same time, and actually snatched the vajra peg, which was obviously greater than the woman under the Bodhi tree expected, and she didn't expect that the other party also had a master there.

There was a shaking in the water curtain, and the woman's dignity reappeared, but at this moment she was not indifferent, but a trace of ruthlessness appeared, her eyebrows were upside down, and she looked at the people on the other side viciously.

Although there were no words to talk to, everyone knew that this woman was by no means a good match.

At this moment, the two spirit dice thrown by the master of the warehouse hall had been burned, and at the same time as the fire was extinguished, the water curtain in the bowl also fell with a bang, and it was scattered on the ground and wet.

Fang Zhong hurriedly walked to the Cangtang Master and called, "Cangtang Master, Cang senior......"

Where will the barn master answer?

The token master said: "The master of the cangtang has ascended to bliss, and Fang Gongzi mourns."

Fang Zhong looked at the body of the Cangtang Master who was sitting without falling, and said with tears: "It was the junior who invited the Cangtang Master to come to divinate the whereabouts of the Bodhi Tree, and now he has been poisoned, how can it not make people sad."

The token master shook his head and said: "This matter has nothing to do with Fang Gongzi, and our temple's desire to ask for the whereabouts of the Bodhi tree is especially worse than yours, because the old man owes a lot to the master of the warehouse."

As for the death of the master of the barnhall, even if he had not been stabbed by the woman, he would not have been able to live again, and the old man saw that the master of the barangado had not died of pain from being stabbed, but felt that he was glad that he had attained bliss before the woman stabbed him.

The repentant master on the other side also said: "It is a great grace to die without pain."

Although the master of the warehouse hall died, the poor monk will not regret what he promised before, and is willing to spend seven days chanting for the master of the warehouse hall, sending him out of the sea of suffering, and redeeming his previous sins.

The master of the pass said: "The senior brother is right, the master of the cangtang sacrificed himself as a human being, which is admirable, and the old man is willing to lead the monks of our temple to host a meeting of land and water for the cangtang to show his benevolence."

Fang Zhongdao: "Since it is the last wish of the Cangtang master, he should fulfill it one by one for his old man."

When I came, the young hall master of Nahao Heaven once said that if the old hall master died, his ashes would be delivered to him, and the younger generation would definitely do what he promised in person.

The master of the token said: "Lao Wei originally wanted to build a pagoda for the master of the cangtang to hold the flesh, since Fang Gongzi has an appointment with his heirs to bring his ashes back, naturally Fang Gongzi's idea is yes." The token master said to the person who was always smiling: "Compassionate, the master of the cangtang will be in the future, and I will thank you."

Although the smiling monk is not smiling at the moment, his face is like this, although he is a serious promise, but he always feels that he is missing a bit of strictness, and the monk who is called compassion smiled and said: "Abbot, rest assured, the disciple of the old hall master will definitely do a good job." The confessor next to him snorted coldly: "Tongci, why did you just make a little bit of a move, but didn't go all out?" ”

Tongci said: "When the disciple made a move, the master of the Cangtang was already dead, so naturally there was no need to make much effort, just force the comer back."

Master Tong Confession said angrily: "You don't know when your pedantic heart can change, being kind to your own people is compassion, and being kind to the wicked is also kind, what is that? ”

Tong Ci said: "It is also compassion.

My Buddha was inspired by compassion and persuaded her to turn back as soon as possible.

Tong confessed angrily, shook his big sleeves that had already collapsed, and couldn't help shaking his head and said: "Pedantic, pedantic."

The token master said: "Compassion is also kindness, and there is no need to be angry with the confessor.

Fang Zhong had a good impression of the monk called Compassion, and said, "Master Tongci Bodhisattva's heart is worthy of being a monk, and he has cultivated to the point where he has lost his seven emotions and six desires.

Tong Ci said with a smile: "Fang Gongzi said badly, the poor monk has never cultivated the seven emotions and six desires, but only cultivated a compassion and three flavors, because he cultivated too much, and covered up the rest of his heart."

Fang Zhongdao: "This is also the master's unique way.

Master Tong Confession said: "It is true that I have cultivated too much, and this compassion has become so much that there is no distinction between good and evil.

Now that the time of the Buddha's extinction has arrived, look at how many people you can save with your compassion. After everyone spoke, the token master summoned a few monks from Tsz Yun Temple from outside to take care of the funeral affairs for the master of the warehouse hall with Tong Ci.

Fang Zhong, Yao Ying Wang and others all stayed in Ciyun Temple, only Xiaolan was alone, because she was a daughter, and she was not He Ying, she was generally a Buddhist person, so she could only stay in the homes of ordinary people outside.

In these seven days, under the auspices of the master of the token, many monks chanted for the master of the warehouse hall in front of the bell and drum tower, and the scale was so large that the opening of the Ciyun Temple had not been done in a hundred years.

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