Huo Yuanzhen's repeated performances made the three old monks embarrassed, and also won the respect of everyone.

If Huo Yuanzhen relied on sarcasm to do this, people would not respect him, but every time Huo Yuanzhen said anything, it was so natural, tepid, and his words were Zen, although he was a young abbot, but at this time, in the hearts of the people, he was already better than those old monks.

In desperation, Fawang Temple had no choice but to immediately start holding the consecration ceremony, so that the Daxiong Treasure Hall could be displayed in front of everyone as soon as possible to resolve the current embarrassing situation.

The red satin that covered the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall was pulled down, and this so-called miracle that had been publicized for a long time finally revealed the true face of Lushan.

The large hall with a radius of dozens of zhang can be described as splendid.

The entire hall is golden, and it looks like it is made of gold in the sunlight.

The four corners of the eaves are upturned, there are immortals, seahorses, dragons, phoenixes and other auspicious things, the glazed tiles on the top are not a color, there are yellow, red, blue three colors, shining.

The red vermilion lacquer gate, with the golden door nails arranged in an orderly manner, and the copper ring of the beast's mouth, is tall and heavy.

The surrounding white marble railing is exquisitely carved, surrounding the whole hall, the same white marble steps are divided into upper and lower nine layers, the foundation is high, the whole hall is high, people have a kind of worship at a glance.

Although the people did not approve of a few great monks, as soon as this hall came out, the sound of inhalation sounded neatly below.

Good guy, if it is man-made, I am afraid that it will not be possible to get it without a hundred thousand taels, does the Fawang Temple have so much money? It seems that it is really a miracle of the Buddha.

Seeing the scene where everyone was shocked, King Likong and the others finally showed a smile and swept away the embarrassment just now.

Li Xuan stood up and said to everyone: "This Daxiong Treasure Hall is a sacred object given by the Buddha, twenty zhang long, ten zhang wide, there are one hundred and eight white marble railings, in response to the number of Zhou Tian Xingdou, there is the Buddha's true body, such as the exquisite statue of the Buddha, as well as the four Bodhisattva statues and five hundred Arhat portraits, it is the beautiful scenery of the Buddha's ** time, and a month ago came to my Fawang Temple, it is the temple abbot Master Likong pious prayer, not some 、、、."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Huo Yuanzhen, hesitated for a moment and did not continue, it seemed that he was apprehensive about what happened just now.

After that, he came to the red gate and touched the knocker on it, "There are three hundred and sixty-five copper nails on this door, the door is one foot thick, and it cannot be pushed by those who are not powerful.

Over there, Guan Shanyue suddenly said under Huo Yuanzhen's instructions: "This door has to cost dozens of taels."

Li Xuan was also boasting, and he didn't hear who asked, so he said casually: "Dozens of taels, don't even think about it, the poor monk told you, at least 、、!."

There are already a lot of people below who chuckle out loud, this big monk is too into the play, he doesn't know if he is ridiculed, and he almost leaks his mouth.

Sure enough, Li Xuan glanced back angrily, but he didn't know who was asking.

After calming down his emotions, Li Xuan returned to Likong's side, asked a few words, and then said: "Okay, now officially open the door of the hall, if you want to pay homage to the miracles of the Buddha, please prepare the incense, and after opening the door, you can enter the incense."

Many little monks over there took out a lot of incense, each of which was coarse incense, and the price was still very expensive at this time, at least one or two pieces of silver for a stick of incense, and it was absolutely not allowed to bargain, and the incense they brought was absolutely not allowed to be used in this Buddha hall.

Although it has been humiliated many times, Fawang Temple is a temple with a foundation after all, and this Daxiong Treasure Hall is also shocking enough, and there are still many people queuing up to buy incense and candles.

The incense was ready to be sold, and the four monks over there ran to the door of the hall, ready to open the door.

The red gate was really heavy, and the four young and strong monks shouted the trumpet in their mouths, exerting their strength to eat milk, and only then did they push open the door of the Buddha hall.

At the same time as the door was opened, several monks such as Li Zhi, Li Kong, and Li Xuan had already knelt at the door of the main hall, and there was Lu Xuezhang, the prefect of Zhengzhou, behind him, and then there were many monks of all sizes in Fawang Temple, who knelt in the dark.

Even many of the guests and believers knelt down.

This time, the abbot of Likong knelt in the middle position, after all, he was the abbot of the Fawang Temple, and Zen Master Lizhi had to be by his side.

"Amitabha, the abbot of the poor monk Fawang Temple, with all the disciples of the temple, welcome the miracles of the Buddha!".

"Welcome to the miracles of the Buddha!" the crowd below followed in unison.

The door gradually opened, and the situation inside the Buddha hall slowly appeared.

Just opened the Buddha hall, it was still a little dark inside, and people were crossing their feet and trying to look inside.

The drums next to him were loud, and they were all desperately trying to make a noise for the miracle.

The light entered the Buddha hall, and the situation inside was revealed.

But everyone who saw the situation in the Buddha hall opened their mouths in surprise, dumbfounded, and had an incredible expression on their faces.

Feeling that the atmosphere at the scene was a little weird, Likong and the others, who were originally prostrate on the ground, hurriedly raised their heads.

It's okay not to look up, but when you look up, everyone screams, and the Likong Dharma King faints directly and collapses to the ground softly.

But at this time, no one was in the mood to pay attention to him, and everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.

In the Buddha hall, the murals of the five hundred Arhats are still good, and the incense table, lotus platform, oil lamps, offerings and other things for the Buddha's family are also readily available.

The house didn't collapse, there was no rain, and there were no insects.

It's just that the Buddha statue above is not like that.

In the center, which should have been the position of Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha, there is a statue of an old nun, dressed in a monk's robe, with a bald head half-exposed, a plump figure, and a smile on his face, which looks quite a bit beautiful.

The positions of the four bodhisattvas next to them are also occupied by four little nuns.

The four little nuns are all good-looking, and they can see that they have not been shaved, these four statues have one thing in common, that is, the figures are quite hot, and the monk's robes seem to be tight-fitted, not only can not see Zen on the body, but it makes people think about it.

Li Xuan's jaw almost fell to the ground, and after watching it for a long time, he came back to his senses, only to remember that the abbot brother next to him had fainted, and hurriedly went to help: "Senior brother, wake up!"

Zen Master Li Zhi did not help his junior brother, but closed his eyes tightly and said a few times silently: "Sins and sins, the poor monk is wrong, from today onwards, the poor monk will be closed to death, go to the Buddha to repent, if the Buddha does not understand, the poor monk would rather die of old age."

After finishing speaking, Li Zhi turned around and left, without looking at the abbot of Likong, who was still unconscious.

As soon as he left, all the monks from Daxiangguo Temple also left.

The drumming over there also stopped, replaced by the noise of the people.

This is so good-looking, much better than the Buddha statue, originally many people thought that the miracle of the Fawang Temple was fake and did not want to come, but when they came, they were glad that they came, otherwise it would be a pity if this once-in-a-lifetime scene was missed.

Zhengzhou prefect Lu Xuezhang was still kneeling on the ground, but now he also stood up directly, snorted heavily, and left with his soldiers.

Only Li Xuan is still desperately calling for his senior brother, but unfortunately it seems that the King of Likong will not wake up for the time being.

I have been planning for a long time, and I originally planned to take advantage of this fire, but I didn't expect it to be such a result, and the King of the Law of Likong could no longer stand such a blow, and decisively fell unconscious.

Li Xuan saw that his senior brother was not awake, and then saw that there was almost no one around him, and he turned back angrily, and his murderous gaze fell on Huo Yuanzhen.

"One ring! It's you! It's you, right! I know, it must be you!"

Huo Yuanzhen sneered: "Master Li Xuan, you can't talk nonsense, you said it yourself just now, even if you miss the auspicious time and are blamed by the Buddha, you don't care about the abbot's business, how can you rely on the poor monk now?"

"Yes, yes, you said that it is not about the abbot of the first ring, we have all heard it."

"That's it, aren't you the miracles of the Buddha, we are all waiting to see, it must be that you yourself missed the time, causing the Buddha to blame, how can you blame the abbot of the precepts."

"I don't think so, maybe these big monks like to worship nuns, these days, they don't know their hearts."

The sneers of the people below came, and Li Xuan only felt a tightness in his chest, a sweet throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"One precept, you don't have to quibble, the Buddha statues here are originally Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, how can they change? It must be you, it must be you!"

Looking at Li Xuan, who was already a little crazy, Huo Yuanzhen said with a smile: "There are three Buddha miracles in Shaolin, where the poor monk is located, there are ten thousand pagodas, there are mountain gates, and there are bell towers, so the poor monks know a lot about the miracles of the Buddha, you can go and see our Buddha miracles, you can destroy them, count your skills, and the poor monks will never be held accountable."

After finishing speaking, Huo Yuanzhen faced everyone: "Fellow donors, do you think that the miracles of the Buddha can be easily destroyed by people?"

"Of course not, the miracles of the Buddha can not be destroyed by mortals."

"The abbot of the first ring is right, what can be destroyed must be fake."

Huo Yuanzhen looked at Li Xuan again: "Master Li Xuan, have you heard it, you can also go to my Shaolin to see if the miracles of the Buddha can be destroyed, if you think that the Buddha statues here have been destroyed, then it can only mean that your miracles here are simply fake, they are used to deceive the people, do you dare to admit it!"

In the last sound, Huo Yuanzhen once again contained the power of the Buddhist lion's roar, and shouted at Li Xuan, who was shocked, and Li Xuan trembled and muttered speechless.

"Fake miracles, deceive the people, take the opportunity to collect money, but also worship nuns in the temple, you don't know what your intentions are, these people, have insulted Buddhism, this abbot disdains to be with you, today is already a mistake, this abbot will return to Shaolin, to the Buddha to repent!"

After finishing speaking, Huo Yuanzhen turned around and left with Guan Shanyue.

When people saw Huo Yuanzhen leaving, they automatically got out of the way, Huo Yuanzhen passed in front of everyone, everyone stood up and saluted, looked pious, and gave Huo Yuanzhen the same treatment as a Buddha.

None of the monks in Fawang Temple dared to stop them.

It wasn't until Huo Yuanzhen's figure disappeared at the mountain gate that the temple remembered the tsunami-like voice of the mountain: "The abbot of the first ring is good!"

Huo Yuanzhen, who just thought he had left in a dashing manner, slipped under his feet and almost fell, secretly awkward in his heart, what a good go, it sounds really unlucky.

ps: I recommend a friend a book "Holy Hand War Doctor", written by the old author, it must be good, you can take a look.

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