The Sixth Gate, Song Ren,

Behind Song Ren was a lush forest, covered with green grass and unknown flowers, and from time to time he could hear the sound of small animals frolicking in the woods.

And in front of him is a familiar ancient temple, Rakshasa Temple,

If it weren't for the existence of the plaque with the three big characters of the Rakshasa Temple, he really wouldn't be sure.

After all, the scene of the forest of ten thousand grievances is not a green tree and red flower,

"Damn, could it be that I crossed over." Song Ren looked around suspiciously, and muttered, "Probably not, isn't this a fucking seal." ”

At this moment, from behind him, two monks, an old man and a young monk, suddenly walked out.

The old monk's face is extremely kind, a pair of old eyes, containing endless compassion, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel extremely cordial.

And the young monk has a blurred face and can't see his appearance clearly, his figure is slightly burly, he is wearing a robe on his upper right body, and a six-character mantra wheel is tattooed on his right arm.

"I hide the sky, I don't know today, can I hide the sky" The old monk smiled and sighed lightly, his tone was like a clear spring in the mountains, which made people feel refreshing and comfortable when they listened to it.

"Master will definitely succeed." The young monk smiled slightly,

Hearing this, Song Ren understood it, and his face was shocked,

Feelings for this old thing, no, this old monk is the Tibetan Zen Master, the famous figure thousands of years ago,

It turns out that he looks like this, or he is not as handsome as me

Thinking about it, Song Ren's mind began to run wild again, comparing his appearance with Zangtian and grading,

That young monk should be that void dust

Say, these two bald asses have ignored me for the sake of wool, and have not seen me.

"Let's go, enter the temple." Zangtian Zen Master beckoned, didn't look at where Song Ren was standing, and walked straight to the gate of the Rakshasa Temple,

"It's been a long time since I've chanted a sutra, let's chant and worship the Buddha today" Xuchen sighed and followed in the footsteps of the Tibetan Zen Master,

Song Ren watched the two of them go away without saying a word, thought for a while, and silently followed behind them,

Anyway, they can't see me, and they're not afraid of being beaten up when they play tracking.

With this mentality, the world-famous hob meat among Taoists, that is, Song Ren, played openly and stalking,

With a muffled sound, the gate of the Rakshasa Temple slowly opened automatically, but the temple was empty, and the gate did not know who opened it.

But the two Tibetan Zen masters, who seem to have seen this scene for a long time, walked into the Rakshasa Temple by themselves.

looked at the gate with great interest, and the research was fruitless, so he could only keep his head shut and follow the two of them.

Damn, it turns out that the automatic door was invented in ancient times.

After walking for about ten minutes, the figures of the two Tibetans stopped in front of the door of the Mahavira Temple.

"Let's go inside." Zangtian looked at the gate and smiled,

raised his hand to push open the door, led Xuchen into the main hall, and Song Ren followed in without saying a word.

Surprisingly, there were no eight hundred Arhat statues in the main hall that Song Ren and Qi Fan had seen before, but two empty wooden platforms, with nothing on them.

The seated statue of the golden body, with compassion in his eyes, seems to have the state of embracing heaven and earth,

The expression is extremely solemn, and people can't help but want to bow and worship,

Zangtian Zen Master and Xuchen stood in front of the Buddha statue for a while, slowly knelt down, and pressed their foreheads tightly to the ground.

At this time, Zen Master Zangtian's body kept trembling, his eyes were red, and two lines of old tears flowed out.

It seems that there are many things to say, but I can't say a complete sentence for half a day,

A thousand words are bitter and speechless, only gathered into a long sigh,

"Amitabha"

When he heard this voice, Song Ren's heart suddenly swelled up with unconcealable sadness, but he didn't know where this sadness came from.

Standing quietly behind the two of them, he looked up at the sitting statue of the golden body, and then looked down at the kneeling figures of the two, and his heart was full of indescribable feelings.

"Miao Zhan always holds the immovable respect for the head of the Yan Wang Shixi, I am sold for hundreds of millions of eons, and I want to go through the monks and only obtain the Dharma body"

"May the fruit become a treasure today, and the king will be restored, if it is Hengsha, the people will serve this deep heart, and the dust brake is called to repay the Buddha's grace."

With a crying voice, the Tibetan Zen Master knelt on the ground and recited the Dalenyan Sutra word by word.

The tone is sad, which makes people feel sad when they hear it,

And the void dust is motionless kneeling on the ground, tears rolling out,

"Master" Xuchen shouted in a low voice, his tone trembling,

"Needless to say," Zen Master Zangtian smiled, slowly stood up, and looked at the Buddha statue in front of him with his eyes.

At this moment, the figures of the two suddenly dissipated, and in the main hall, only Song Ren stood alone in front of the statue of Buddha.

Suddenly, an ancient poem that he had read appeared in Song Ren's mind, and he couldn't help but whisper it,

"There is no trace of coming, and when you come, you are together, why do you need to ask about the floating life, but this floating life is in a dream."

"Only this floating life is in a dream"

No one knew what Song Ren was thinking, and no one knew why he suddenly hugged his head and cried.

Like a madman, he knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the Buddha statue, and tears flowed down his eyes.

I don't know how long I've been crying, the short-sleeved shirt I'm wearing has been soaked with tears from my own eyes, and my eyes are extremely red.

Just as Song Ren was crying bitterly, a woman's chuckle suddenly came from the hall,

"Good brother, I haven't seen you for many days, the slave family thinks about you."

This demon is not Yuan Niangzi, who else can he be?

Yuan Niangzi's seductive words, anyone who listens to it will be heartbroken,

Especially when I look at her bumpy figure and charming face, it is even more imaginative.

"Yuan Niangzi, you fight with me." Song Ren wiped his tears, his voice was slightly crying, and he turned his head and glanced at Yuan Niangzi lightly,

At this moment, Song Ren's expression was completely different from that of Song Ren in the past.

Even if he is facing an enemy, he is a Yuan Niangzi, but the compassion in his eyes has not faded in the slightest.

He is now like a real enlightened monk, and his heart can accommodate the world, even if he is a demon, he will look at it with a compassionate side.

But don't forget, what he got was not only the inheritance of the void dust, but also the inheritance of the Venerable Force.

In Tibetan Buddhism, the wrathful Tianzun is casually talking,

"This is the land of Buddhism, you are here, you have insulted my Buddha, get out." Song Ren said lightly,

"Good brother, as soon as the slave family comes, you will drive me away, and the slave family will not depend on you." Yuan Niangzi covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, and walked towards Song Ren,

Song Ren glanced at her, folded his hands, and said with compassion: "Then today, I will use the way of killing to correct my Buddhism." ”