The mountain gate is divided into three layers, which has a name, which is the "three liberation gates". They represent the empty door, the non-phase door, and the non-making door.

Because it is a temple by the mountain, there is no large square in the mountain gate, there is a false pavilion facing the seat, there is a cloud banner covered on the Sumeru seat, and a huge red strange stone is placed on the Sumeru seat. A trickle of clear water flows out of the dark place of the cloud flags, the strange stone is nourished by the clear water and is mellow and comfortable, and there is a natural vague glyph on the right side of the top, which resembles the word "Zen".

Stop and take a closer look, the scenery on the stone is like the morning glow and twilight, and the ethereal and majestic artistic conception is deep.

"This stone, it seems to have been seen somewhere." Xiang Lao stroked his beard and said.

"Amitabha. This stone is called 'Lingtai Mountain', which originally stood in Nanjing Lingtai Temple. Lingtai Temple was destroyed in the war of the past year**, and this spirit stone was buried under the ground by someone with a heart to be preserved. Changzhou Tan Jushi heard that the poor monk wanted to rebuild Yunfeng Temple, and spent a lot of money to buy it and send it to the mountain. This good deed is the blessing of the spirit stone, the blessing of Yunfeng Temple, the blessing of all sentient beings, and the blessing of laymen. ”

Chuan Su's words were not without color, and Fan Lao frowned: "It is a cultural relic, and it used to be in the museum. That person surnamed Tan is that immortal, who can spend money to buy cultural relics from the museum? ”

There is an inconspicuous nameplate under the Sumeru seat, Zhu Tong squatted down to see clearly, the text on the nameplate is to introduce the background of this strange stone, as well as the name of the stone donor.

Tan Qianchi! Zhu Tong saw it clearly, but he didn't dare to say more than half a word. The heart was low and he was shocked: Wang Xiangjiao's thank you was too heavy, and he seemed to be unable to bear it on his shoulders.

Fan Lao's secretary squatted down to take a look and whispered something in his ear.

Fan Lao's face became more and more ugly, and Master Chuansu could naturally feel it, and his face was scornful.

Entering the mountain gate is the first main hall, the Hall of the Heavenly King.

The palace of the king of heaven enshrines the most popular pot-bellied Maitreya Buddha, looking at it is festive, Fan Lao lit a stick of incense in front of the Maitreya Buddha. Wang Xiangjiao, Aunt Die, and Xiang Lao also offered a stick of incense respectively, Zhu Tong did not move, and the monks in the hall were not reluctant.

The second major hall is the main hall, also called the Daxiong Treasure Palace; You have to climb the stone steps of more than ten meters and turn a mountain bend to see it.

Fan Lao touched the white marble railing on the side of the stone steps and asked, "It will cost a lot of money to rebuild Yunfeng Temple, right?" ”

"Amitabha, worshiping the Buddha is to pray for the blessing of all sentient beings, and the local people are beneficial." If you are slippery enough, you can talk about him left and right; "Donor, this is the main hall, the threshold is high, be careful to raise your feet, pay attention to safety."

Compared with the simplicity of the Maitreya Hall, the first impression of the Daxiong Hall is not solemn and sacred, but extravagant.

Under the five-fold cornices, eighteen log columns are pasted with gold and silver, bright golden glazed tiles, and the delicate and intricate carvings on the walls all vividly swear that this is a brilliant world.

Entering the temple gate, the gold bricks of the underground water are paved with three statues of gods, among which is naturally Shakyamuni Buddha, the left is the Medicine Buddha, and the right is Amitabha.

There is a long case on the left side of the door, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are ready early.

Chuansu wanted to ask Fan Lao to leave Mobao, Fan Lao didn't look good at lighting a stick of incense, and was about to ** incense burner, looking up at the Buddha statue and suddenly stunned.

Zhu Tong looked with his eyes, and Fan Lao focused on Amitabha Buddha in the Western Elysium on the right.

What's weird? Zhu Tong couldn't see it. However, the expressions on Wang Xiangjiao and Xiang Huayi's faces were very strange, and Master Chuansu's expressions were also a little abnormal.

Fan Lao dropped the incense in his hand, and naturally said to himself: "I still don't believe it when I hear others say it, it turns out that he is really arrogant!" He wants to get it! It's hard for him to do it! In this world, is it really rich to make ghosts grind? ”

Walked to the front of the long case, lifted the brush and waved, but it was "the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and the temple is small and the demon is windy".

Yunfeng Temple is not small no matter how you look at it, and this Amitabha Buddha ...... Zhu Tong looked carefully and didn't find any problems. The three Buddha statues are all ten meters high, and the bronze Buddha body is covered with gold leaf, which looks really solemn and makes people dare not blaspheme.

If there was anything unusual about Amitabha, Zhu Tong could only see that his face was slightly thinner, his eyes were warmer, and his expression was softer. Oh, and the problem should be on the eyebrows, and this statue has a little more flesh in the center of the left eyebrow. Zhu Tong has seen a lot of Buddha statues over the years, and there is no such ...... in his impression Blemish.

Thinking of the four-faced Buddha in the side hall of Zixia Nunnery, which is similar to Tian Gongzi's father, Zhu Tong suddenly felt that this Amitabha Buddha must have something to do with someone's appearance. The difference is that the four-faced Buddha of Zixia Nunnery fell on an old man, which is understandable to talk about in detail.

Presumably, the center of someone's left eyebrow has the same characteristic.

Zhu Tong took a few steps back and looked at it, no matter what he thought in his heart, this pseudo-Amitabha Buddha still looked very sacred, and the posture of holding the Dharma seal in his hand was also very authentic. I couldn't help but laugh, even if an idiot was pinched into such a tall and burly model, and it would be very sacred to be enshrined in such a glorious hall with gold and gold.

Fan Lao's secretary took out a small camera and filmed inside and outside the hall.

Master Chuansu was stunned for a moment, and the monk came up to stop him: "Amitabha, no video is allowed in the holy land of Buddhism." ”

Two gray-clothed monks followed up to snatch the camera, and as soon as the dispute started, Zhu Tong felt that something was wrong, and one of the gray-clothed monks he knew, it was Han Fatzi's eldest disciple. \ Now he has removed three thousand troubles, put on monk's clothes and become a monk.

The camera was about to be snatched away, Zhu Tong was hesitating whether to make a move, "Xiao Huang" nodded slightly, and the young people around him shouted: "Protect the chief." ”

"Hulala" Four sturdy young men rushed in from outside, and in a few clicks, a gray-clothed monk and a monk with a guest were knocked to the ground.

It didn't go well over there, Han Fatzi's disciple was the same as him, with rough skin and thick flesh and infinite strength. The two young men were not opponents at all, but were beaten by him all over the place.

"Stop!" Chuan Su came back to his senses from the shock, he knew the identity of Fan Lao, and stepped forward a few steps to grab the gray-clothed monk's shoulder; "The holy land of Buddhism must not be rude, where did you come from as a wild monk?"

"Master Ruthless has instructed that no one in the Mahavira Hall is allowed to take pictures or videos." Han Fatzi's disciple easily shook off Chuansu's hand, and his unruly appearance was unrestrained.

"This senior brother, Master Ruthless is my friend, and he won't blame you when he knows it." Zhu Tong stepped forward and gently put his arm on the shoulder.

Like most secret exercises, the **** sect also has its own cover door, that is, a weakness, that is, the shoulder well**. Last night, Zhu Tong restrained Han Fatzi with this trick, but today it didn't work, Han Fatzi's disciple shook his shoulders and said sharply: "Unless the ruthless master agrees, no one can break the rules here." ”

This guy has recently cultivated Buddhism! Han Fatzi has lost control of the **** sect! Zhu Tong's mind quickly judged the current situation. Half a year ago, this young man was still a simple young man, and Zhu Tong had a drink with him. Now, there is only ruthlessness in his eyes, and people have become six gods who do not recognize water and fire.

Master Chuansu stood in the hall awkwardly, Fan Lao and Xiang Lao had already exited the hall accompanied by Wang Xiangjiao and "Xiao Huang", and a sound of neat footsteps was getting closer and closer. \Thinking of the incident of the Yellow Sea smashing the starry sky, Zhu Tong felt that if the matter was out of control, it would not be in line with his original intention and interests at all.

He stepped forward and whispered, "Offended, don't blame." ”

Before the words fell, the five fingers of his right hand were lightly raised, and five golden needles shot towards the door of Han Fatzi's disciple, and below, his left hand quietly poked out, and Long Xinghao pointed at his lower abdomen with a cold breath.

The other party did not rush, but stretched out the sleeves of his robe and used an iron door bolt. The five golden needles were all blocked, and the dragon star below did not dodge at all, gently piercing into his lower abdomen. Zhu Tong put a trace of cold true temperament into it, and at this time, a sudden change was born.

Han Fatzi's disciple was like an iron man, and Long Xing, who pierced into the dantian in his lower abdomen, did not let him fall, and his cold true qi did not make him lose his weight.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and a huge iron fist struck Zhu Tong firmly in the chest.

Zhu Tong is still quite alert, exhaling with his chest to slightly relieve the opponent's strength, tiptoe to the ground, take three steps back with the direction of the opponent's boxing, and touch his chest with both hands to make a painful appearance.

He felt that his throat and eyes were sweet, and his internal breath was disordered, so he hurriedly stabbed Feng Xinghao into his palm. A warm current flowed up the meridians, and before it reached the wound, the blood cells had already swirled there. The inner breath is smoothed, and the damage to the meridians is quickly repaired. But injuries to the lungs and muscles are not so easy to heal. A stream of blood poured into Zhu Tong's mouth, and he tried to swallow it into his stomach, but the corners of his mouth still oozed blood.

I feel better, but I am still confused, is there really such a person in the world? Dantian is not something else, that is the foundation of all martial artists. Zhu Tong was the first to meet the people who were restrained here and were not affected.

The footsteps have reached the door, and Zhu Tong sighed secretly: Sin.

This guy can now be regarded as a master of Buddhism and Taoism, otherwise he would not have been ruthlessly entrusted with the important task of protecting the Dharma King Kong of the Daxiong Treasure Palace. It's a pity that he will have to face the Marines.

There were only four people rushing in, with a momentum like a rainbow like a tiger, and the young man who took the lead showed a jet-black pistol in his hand.

Han Fatzi's disciple was stunned, no matter how arrogant he was, he knew the power of the bullet. But then his behavior was not to raise his hands and surrender, but to open the monk's robe and bare his chest: "Come, fight here." Father...... If the poor monk blinked, ah......"

A gold brick smashed on his bald head, the effect was more powerful than ordinary bricks, and he also covered his head and fell to the ground, and finally did not forget to turn around and look at the person who knocked him down, it turned out to be Master Chuansu.

Master Chuansu smashed over people and turned pale with fright, and sat down at the feet of Medicine Buddha and whispered Buddha.

This misfortune that came out of nowhere is really hard to clean up.

Zhu Tong thought that the matter was too big, and what he should do now should be to play dead.

He opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell down with his head up, landing in the warm embrace of Master Chuansu.

Xiang Lao hurriedly walked in, pinched Zhu Tong's middle ** with one hand, and took the pulse with the other.

Wang Xiangjiao asked with concern: "Is it dangerous?" ”

"It's not dangerous for now." Xiang Lao let go of his pulse, and wondered in his heart, did this little slippery head really faint or pretend? Pulse disorders, in which he should be easy to do, can spit out blood can not be faked.

Fan Lao's voice came from outside, presumably angry at the local officials: "That's what you do? By putting power in your hands, the party and the people will enable you to contribute to the welfare of the people and to the stability and unity of the country. Is it that your schools here have built new buildings, and the masses don't have to spend money to see a doctor and take medicine? The money of the state is the money of the people, not the money of a certain person. Who gave you the right to waste such a large amount of money here! Religious belief is a civil matter, and don't forget, you are all party members. If you want to become a monk, it's very good, I raise my hands in favor. Take off the hats on your heads first, and let those who don't want to be monks take ......"

Zhu Tong was carried out of the hall, and when he saw Fan Lao's face flushed with anger, he couldn't help but be a little worried about his body, and secretly signaled Cookie to go over and take care of it.

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