Qin Lin stood quietly in front of the ancient temple, and at this time, the shaking ancient temple also stopped trembling, and the speed of golden light condensation did not have the speed at the beginning, slowly slowing down, until it finally hung in front of Qin Lin.

Looking at the golden ball hanging in front of him, Qin Lin naturally knew what this was, looked at him a little dumbly, glanced at the ancient temple again, and said with a smile, "Master, I said that there are two hundred years of incense here, right?"

When Qin Lin finished saying this, a burst of golden light flashed from the top of the ancient temple again, and a beautiful monk slowly walked out from the top of the ancient temple, yes, a beautiful monk, and it could be seen that this was a man.

The long eyebrows are like willows, but the posture is not like that of men, giving people a feeling of a feminine willow, in a very vulgar parlance, that is, it can be blown down with a wind blow.

Even now, the appearance of the person in front of him is approaching middle age, but he still gives people a feminine calmness, but Qin Lin can still see that this is a man, which is a very contradictory feeling.

"Amitabha, after suppressing this evil spirit, the donor will be able to do as much as he wants. ”

The monk opened his mouth, his voice was as pleasant as a silver bell, but the words he spoke were solemn and serious.

Qin Lin looked at it and smiled.

"No, that's all there is to it. Qin Lin picked up the two-hundred-year-old incense, and in front of this beautiful monk, he turned his hand into a knife and cut nine knives in a row, dividing the ball into ten equal parts.

"Originally, I was thinking about whether the hundred-year-old incense was enough, and whether it would not be enough to turn into reality. Qin Lin smiled, in the eyes of the abbot Jianjing and the beautiful monk, rubbing the incense, slowly, the incense gradually calmed down in Qin Lin's hand, and the golden light was completely converged, and finally what appeared in Qin Lin's hand was only a piece of amber jade.

"Exactly. ”

As if I don't know how surprising this action is, Rao is a beautiful monk and abbot of Jianjing who has cultivated Buddha nature for many years, and he still feels a little scary after cultivating himself for many years.

They have indeed heard of incense becoming gods, but that is all with the help of heaven and earth, subconsciously or passively becoming the god of incense, just like this beautiful monk, if you want to become the god of incense and fire, under the incense of this endless temple, this beautiful monk becomes a god is more than enough, however, he can't do this.

It's just that these incense still need to suppress the demon.

After two hundred years of incense was drawn, the evil demons that had been suppressed below were already a little ready to move, and if it weren't for the existence of the person in front of him, he wouldn't have come out to make such a trip.

However, it is obvious that after Qin Lin revealed this hand, this beautiful monk has a little more confidence in his heart, and after 1,500 years, he is already a little tired......

"However, do you really want to suppress it, she can be regarded as your savior. ”

Qin Lin looked at the beautiful monk in front of him, smiled slightly, and asked rhetorically after changing the topic.

The beautiful monk's words were free and easy, and he was not surprised that Qin Lin knew his past, reciting the Buddha's name, and clasping his hands together, "Amitabha, the donor is in shape, she is dead, and I am already dead." ”

But she could have been resurrected. Qin Lin and the others were talking dumb riddles in front of Abbot Jianjing, of course, in terms of Abbot Jianjing's cultivation, they naturally didn't care about this.

There was a slight change on the face of the beautiful monk who seemed to never change, and then returned to his appearance of great freedom, great compassion, and free and easy.

"If she lives, all living beings die, if she dies, the poor monk dies, so for the sake of all living beings, the poor monk is willing to feed the devil with his body. ”

The beautiful monk folded his hands, not knowing that he was feeding demons for fifteen hundred years, so to speak, if Qin Lin had not appeared, he would still go on like this, using his own Buddha nature and the Buddha nature of his disciples and the incense of thousands of years to suppress this evil spirit.

Great love knows no bounds, I'm afraid that's it.

Qin Lin nodded, and did not continue to speak, he didn't understand, but it didn't mean that it was wrong, it was just a matter of concept, if it was him, he would definitely not use so many years and years to suppress it, if it was him, he would rather go outside to cultivate for a few years, and then suppress it with his backhand, it would be better than using so many years.

The monk in front of him has transcended the realm of looking at mountains or mountains, water or water for so many years, and with his realm, if he wants to become a Buddha on the ground, there will be one more Buddha in this world in the future, this is not a joke, this is the heart of the Buddha that can reach the peak realm.

However, if you really do this, with the nascent Buddha body, you can't stop the evil demons suppressed below, no matter how strong your future is, you don't have this kind of power at all, let alone suppress it, just go to deliver food.

It can be said that the person in front of him really cut off his own opportunity for the sake of sentient beings.

"Next time, I'll bring my disciple here and let him crack it, how about it?"

Qin Lin pondered for a while, habitually knocked on his watch, and said.

"So I wished. ”

The beautiful monk clasped his hands together, and a wisp of green smoke disappeared in front of Qin Lin, and with his disappearance, the momentum of faint vibration on the ground suddenly stopped.

didn't ask Qin Lin why he wanted to take his disciples next time, this beautiful monk was a smart person, so he naturally knew what Qin Lin meant by training his disciples, but so what?

yes, so what?

As long as the evil spirit underneath can be solved, does it matter who will crack it?

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all.

Without looking at the disappeared monk, Qin Lin rubbed the remaining nine pieces of incense in front of him one by one, and gradually, nine pieces of amber jade appeared in front of Qin Lin and put them in his pocket.

Feeling the feeling of swelling in his pocket, Qin Lin suddenly thought of a question in his heart.

Shouldn't I prepare to make a space bag?

Before Qin Lin could think too much, Abbot Jianjing saw Qin Lin put these things back, stepped forward, and recited a Buddha name, "Does the donor have anything else?"

Qin Lin thought for a moment and nodded, "Please also ask the abbot to help me choose a quiet meditation room, I need to carve out the magic circle." ”

Abbot Jianjing nodded, "Then, go to me." ”

Qin Lin didn't refuse, he also thought about going home to depict the magic circle, but the problem was that at home, he didn't dare to guarantee that no one would disturb him, not to mention, there was now a little doll at home who could scream, it would still be more dangerous.

Of course, it's not impossible, it's just that it feels a little troublesome, but after taking it all together, Qin Lin still feels that it's safer to portray the magic circle here first.

"Dare to ask the donor, who is my ancestor?"

When leading the way in front, Abbot Jianjing asked first, although it was a question, Qin Lin could only hear it from his mouth.

"Oh, don't you know it yourself?" Qin Lin didn't understand, his family's ancestor was not like ordinary people, his body and soul would dissipate directly when he died, and he was still alive in this world, couldn't he ask?

Abbot Jianjing recited a Buddha name, "Amitabha." ”

"For 1,500 years, wars have been raging, and after the Song Dynasty, those recorded ancient books have disappeared, and until now, the disciples do not know who the ancestor is. Speaking of which, there was no expression on Abbot Jianjing's face, too, if other people wanted to climb up to an ancestor to improve their value, Abbot Jianjing's cultivation was no longer necessary.

"The only thing I know is that the hosts have passed on it by word of mouth, and the relics will suppress demons and never become a Buddha. When Abbot Jianjing said this, he sighed faintly, "But I'm afraid, within three generations, Wuya Temple is afraid that it will be broken." ”

It is also normal for Jianjing to hold this discourse, this is not ancient, everyone already has a kind of wariness of religion in it, not to mention, many temples hide filth and dirt so that people's tolerance for Buddhism is very low, is faith long gone, if you have to say what to believe, they believe in money.

When a monk can marry a wife and work to support his family, how can anyone become a Buddha?

"Who is the ancestor?" Qin Lin smiled and said leisurely, "That may have been fifteen hundred years ago, in fact, I didn't expect that the ancestor of your family was this person, to be honest, I always thought that the ancestor of your family should have died a long time ago." ”

"Amitabha. Master Jianjing recited a Buddha horn, but without making a sound, he stopped under an evergreen tree and listened to Qin Lin's words quietly.

Tapping on his watch, Qin Lin continued to tell what he saw.

"On that day, your ancestor was supposed to be executed by the angry emperor at that time, and the emperor's words should be called Li Shimin, but at the last moment, your ancestor was saved by a woman. ”

"With Li Shimin's acquiescence and doting on that woman, allow your ancestor to fake his death and get out, but on the condition that he cannot appear in front of people for the rest of his life. ”

"The woman agreed, and sent your family's ancestor to a temple, of course, it was not a bloody love. Speaking of this, Qin Lin smiled, "In my opinion, this woman is just looking for a chess piece, which may be used in the future." ”

"It's just that I didn't expect that in the end, I didn't need this chess piece. ”

She should regret it very much, originally she left a remnant soul here, and left a wordless tablet to absorb the national fortune of the Tang Dynasty, preparing to resurrect after a hundred years to regain control of the world, but ah, she didn't expect that when she was about to succeed, a monk appeared and blocked her plan. ”

"The ancestor of your family, commonly known as. ”

"Satisfying. Qin Lin smiled slightly, and slowly told about the grievances of 1,500 years.