To build a temple, you need to talk about pomp, and the second senior brother also has eighteen Arhats around him, of course, it is not comparable to the Arhat Academy of the Golden Buddha.

The eighteen Arhats of the second senior brother are all fancy shelves that fill the façade, and they just follow him to bluff people in the north and south, and there is nothing to do after Soonda takes over as the head of Zhumen, and his daily work is to transform the eighteen Arhats into a training camp for Zhumen's quasi-disciples.

But those monks in the main hall are not Zhumen disciples, they are obviously equipped with brilliant kung fu, and their spirits are full of perseverance; Respectfully sat on the cold stone floor of the main hall, not moving at all.

It was the night of early winter in Xiangxi, and the temperature was only about five degrees; Slate ground is colder. Both the elder brother and the Living Buddha Soonda are the same as the regular monks, with thick futons under their buttocks.

The moment Zhu Tong walked into the temple door with his right foot, he suddenly realized that the eighteen men were real monks, the eighteen arhats from the Kangzang Butian Temple, and the subordinates of the Living Buddha of Suowenda.

A smile appeared on the corner of Soonda's lips: "Master is here?" ”

The eighteen Arhats stood up at the same time, and stood with one palm on their chests with a respectful attitude: "The ancestor is well." ”

Zhu Tong hurriedly waved his hand: "Zhu Fei is not my disciple, please take a seat." With that, he shifted to the right side of Soonda's position and sat down.

The little liar's face was feverish, his master was really in vain, and now he had to rely on his disciples to invite someone from the outside to protect him; Not only is his face not good-looking, but there is no brilliance on the façade.

"Senior brother, the head of the sect proposed a few days ago to merge Butian Temple into Zhumen, and the master agreed; The boss wants to know what your opinion is? Senior Brother Zhu Huai whispered.

"Where are the senior uncle and the second senior brother?" Zhu Tong asked casually, his eyes turned around the eighteen Arhats, and he was secretly vigilant: With the current strength of Zhumen, it is difficult to say who will merge into whom.

Don't blame the little liar for being scheming, Zhumen has always had a doubt: Does Suo Wenda want to use Zhumen as a springboard to infiltrate the forces of Butian Temple into the rivers and lakes? There is the living Buddha of Suo Wenda as the head of the blessing door, and as soon as this opening is opened, the development of the future is very variable.

"Uncle Zhu Huang and the second junior brother are in the ancient city, and they live opposite the Chen Family Inn, only across the Tuojiang River from the stilted building where you live."

Zhu Tong quickly turned around more than a dozen thoughts, and finally faced the Living Buddha of Suowenda: "Please release the reason." ”

"I am Loga Geren, the first disciple of His Holiness, and I am currently taking care of the Butian Temple for the Living Buddha." The eighteen arhats stood up at the head, looking at the same age as Soonda, tall and stout, with a square head shining with blue light, hard facial lines and a resolute expression, and the cultivation was also unfathomable. He moved to Sounda and knelt down, bowed his head and kissed Sounda's cloth shoes reverently: "Venerable, Butian Temple cannot be without Venerable, and without Venerable Butian Temple is like an eagle that has lost its eyes, it will be bullied by vile poisonous snakes and trampled by stupid pigs and bears. ”

Soonda's face was expressionless and unmoved, and Luo Jia Geren sat up and faced Zhu Tong: "Master Ancestor, we dare not interfere with His Holiness's wishes. But after His Holiness left, bad news kept coming, and a few months ago there was a man named Gonggamu, who came to the temple gate with the Phnom Penh holy book, saying that he was the new Venerable of Butian Temple. The hated Khenpo of the Butian Monastery supported him, saying that the Butian Monastery could not do without His Holiness, and that His Holiness Gonggamu held the Holy Book of the Western Lands and should be enshrined as the new Venerable of the Butian Monastery. Of course I disagree, and neither do most of the monks at Butian Temple; His Holiness only said that he would go out to practice, but did not say that he would give up Butian Temple. Later, we drove Gonggamu away, and Khenpo Tsangyang left with him. Twenty days ago, they came back and said that they were going to rebuild Karan Monastery ten miles west of Butian Monastery, and Gonggamu would be the Venerable ...... of Karan Monastery. ”

The so-called Venerable is a living Buddha, Zhu Tong grinned and probably understood the reason for the matter, and Suo Wenda was also forced to do so. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, just now, he thought that Sounda was not at ease, and wanted to take this opportunity to annex Zhumen.

Tibetan Buddhism is very different from Han Buddhism, and the living Buddha is the spiritual leader of the local area and has great appeal. Especially now, it is unthinkable that there is no living Buddha in a monastery, just as a monastery of Han Buddhism does not have a virtuous and respected monk to preside over it, not only will it be despised by other monasteries, but its position in the hearts of believers will plummet.

In the Central Plains, the respected monks are easy to do, find a few big fat people to train, and they can recite a few words of Buddha to make a confused or unfathomable smile; When encountering an embarrassing situation, as long as you say "the Buddha said that you can't say it, you can't say it", you can probably support most of the scenes in the past.

However, unlike a well-known Tibetan Buddhist monastery like Butian Monastery, the living Buddha is equal to the signboard and soul of the temple. When Soonda first left, most people still had a wait-and-see attitude and did not dare to touch their heads easily. More than half a year has passed, and seeing the appearance of Suo Wenda really looks like he is happy in the world of flowers, and the forces of all sides have gone from temptation to erosion, and finally began to challenge the dignity of Butian Temple head-on. It is said that the wealth accumulated in the temple can be described as rich as rivaling the country.

Loga Gorren finally said, "...... In order to show his magical powers, Gonggamu slept in the ice and snow under the Eagle Wing Snow Mountain for seven consecutive days; Many nearby villagers gathered around him to pray, and ghee, hata, and mani stones laid out half of the valley; The disciples are incompetent, and if the Venerable does not go back, the Butian Temple will be in chaos. ”

The Living Buddha of Suo Wenda was frank and said slowly: "Sleeping on ice and snow is not a great magical power, and I will deal with the affairs of Butian Temple." I propose to merge Butian Temple into Zhumen because the calligraphy of Zhumen is similar to that of Butian Temple. The art of words is in God and weak in form, but it can only be understood but not spoken, and the realm is not at all understandable. The secret mantra seal is in the form, but it is not as wonderful as the magic of the word. Although cultivation is relatively simple, it is extremely difficult to attain the Great Realm. I want them to enter the Zhumen for a while to practice calligraphy. Soonda's right hand pointed to the eighteen monks who were still seated.

"For a period of one year, if there is really a big entry, it is the blessing of the door and the blessing of the Butian Temple. Master Zhu Huai has begun to cultivate the Phantom Body Seal Method, and his progress has been recognized by the two masters, and he has reached the realm of the third transformation. ”

Soonda's phantom body seven seals are divided into seven turns, and Senior Brother Zhu Huai can cultivate to three turns in such a short period of time, even with Suo Wenda's full support, it is quite an amazing thing. Zhu Tong knew that Senior Brother had often been with Suo Wenda recently, but he didn't expect to have such an achievement, and he didn't know how to express it for a while.

Seeing that the senior brother looked eager to try, Zhu Tong was not too embarrassed, so he had to say vaguely: "I don't have any opinion." ”

The old liar and his uncle Zhu Huang haven't expressed their position yet, the second senior brother hasn't expressed their position either, and Zhu Tong hasn't thought about things yet, of course, it's not good to say anything casually. Zhumen has a super strong No. 1 master in the rivers and lakes, Suo Wenda, and then eighteen masters to join. The majesty is majestic, but is it still a blessing like that?

For the time being, it seems to be good, but now is the critical juncture when the mountain rain is coming, and there is such a group of masters who are very capable of bluffing people.

Although Soonda is the current head of Zhumen, such a major matter cannot be decided in a moment, and it will involve the interests of all parties.

Zhu Tong suggested putting it down for a while, and then sitting together to discuss it when everyone was free. What he took into account was that the merger of Butian Temple into Zhumen seemed to be a temporary advantage, but it would inevitably be lost at the same time; There are not many people in Zhumen, and everyone has a different judgment, the key is to analyze how much impact it will have on the future of Zhumen? Good or bad?

Walking out of the Temple of the Heavenly King, the drizzle has stopped; Look up at the floating clouds fluttering, the starry sky is like a wash, the crescent moon is like a hook; There are a few lights faintly flashing on the majestic Nanhua Mountain.

Zhu Tong looked at his watch, this trip took forty minutes, and quickened his pace towards the Chen Family Inn.

In the plastic belt, there are ten pairs of dog skin plasters, a bottle of Qiyousan, two bottles of Bingxue San, as well as three boxes of prepared crossbow medicine, two boxes of incense, a box of three-edged needles, and a bottle of the Snow Lotus Golden Pill that was sent by Luojia Geren to the Butian Temple; There are a lot of bandages and cotton wool for first aid, Huang Hai and Ye'er will not be suspicious.

The mahjong booth in the foyer of the Chen Family Inn continued, Grandma Chen had a smile on her face, but the table in front of her was empty; The winner was Hanami Nomura. Due to the guests from afar, today's bet is relatively large, starting at one yuan, and there are a lot of coins lined up in front of Nomura Hanahai.

Zhu Tong sat next to Aunt Die for a while, she was the biggest loser, and she didn't understand anything like mahjong. Under the table, Zhu Tong's left hand and Aunt Die's right hand were ambiguously held together, and the divine amber was separated in the palm of the clenched palm.

Aunt Die finally touched herself, and Grandma Chen smiled and gave two coins, saying that Dr. Li was very cunning in playing cards.

Zhu Tong got up and humbly said a few words and carried the plastic bag back to the room, and the divine amber was still clasped in his left hand. Nomura glanced at Hanami, smiled and didn't speak. Legend has a brand new chrysalis in the amber, and Zhu Tong decides to plant one for Miss Yukimi Iike. This is just a precautionary measure, and Zhu Tong needs to keep track of Yukimi's whereabouts at all times. As long as it is well controlled, the pupa of butterflies is of great benefit to the body and mind of girls.

The flowers and leaves have been baptized by butterflies and butterflies, the skin is smooth and fair, the qi and blood are smooth, the body is light, and there are basically no common diseases.

When eating late, Zhu Tong and Aunt Die had a short chance to be alone, not only that he couldn't release butterfly chrysalis recently, but also Aunt Die. The two butterfly gods are maturing day by day, and Aunt Butterfly says: Only by letting them meet together can new butterfly chrysalis be released.

"Miss Xuemei wants to say a few words to you alone." Zhu Tong returned to the room, only Ye'er and Huang Hai were there. The exquisite tea set of the floral tea ceremony is still glowing with residual temperature, and Zhu Tong pinched a cup and drank it slowly.

Ye Er took the plastic bag and whispered: "Huang Hai is very worried about the people upstairs, he didn't register his ID number, Grandma Chen said that he only moved in yesterday morning." ”

The inns in the ancient city of Phoenix are all privately operated, and the registration of ID cards has always been so-so, which is something that everyone is accustomed to. Huang Hai's worry is also reasonable, at such a sensitive time and in a sensitive place, there is a mysterious person of unknown origin, and Huang Hai cannot be blamed for being suspicious.

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