Chapter 197: He's Too Old

A good collar brocade robe, the pearl on it hangs down, the Buddha treasure gathers, the dragon beard is colorful, and the pocket is bordered.

The monks were eating at the moment, and when they saw the robes, they opened their mouths wide one by one, and those who drank the soup poured the soup directly into their necks, and they screamed when they were hot; the steamed buns that ate the steamed buns were eaten up without realizing that they didn't feel pain until they bit their fingers.

They all look stupid, and their IQs seem to have been lowered to negative numbers.

And the old monk who was discussing Zen with Su Yi couldn't be calm at the moment, he got up tremblingly with a cane, and walked towards the brocade robe step by step.

His eyes were full of longing and reverence, and his obsessive expression was more than that of his disciples and grandchildren......

Finally, the old monk walked to the robe, and he stretched out his trembling, skinny old hand, twisted the corner of the robe, and stroked it gently.

The fabric of Tianzhu silk reveals the workmanship of the Buddha. Exquisitely delicate and exquisite!

Suddenly, his cloudy old eyes lit up, and his eyes were full of surprise, surprise, and love, as if an ignorant child had found his favorite toy, and at that moment, he had secretly sworn to live and die with him......

Su Yi's eyebrows condensed, and he felt that something was wrong.

No matter how gorgeous and precious his robe is, this is just a robe after all, as a disciple of Buddhism, he should investigate greed and hatred, and all things will not linger.

The so-called gold, silver, jewelry, silk and satin are all dung for the great monks. An old monk who has practiced for more than 200 years and has reached the realm of immortal cultivation can't even see through this?

Su Yi felt that there seemed to be something hidden in this Guanyin Zen Temple, and that trace of smell was very familiar, and it was a demagogic method to kill the Heavenly Dao.

He opened his eyebrows and quietly looked at the monks in the monastery, and he couldn't help but be surprised at this look.

I saw that above the heads of the group of monks, there was a trace of black qi circling and dancing, and from time to time, it poured in from the Baihui above their heads. Some monks may force out this trace of black qi after chanting sutras and participating in meditation, but their Buddhism is low, and they can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

Once delusions are triggered in their hearts, the black qi will re-penetrate their brains and sway their consciousness.

And the brocade robe displayed by Wukong is an opportunity for them to be greedy, and at this moment, everyone's head is black and surging more than before.

And the abbot of the Zen Monastery, the old monk, was even more wrapped in black gas, and his consciousness was no longer autonomous.

"Amitabha. Su Yi whispered a Buddha horn.

The so-called road to learn the scriptures is a road to learn the scriptures, and it is not a way to transform the world and save sentient beings.

When you see danger and difficulty, you don't go to help, just be a spectator, and after watching the excitement, you pat your ass and leave, so even if you get to the west, what face do you have to take away the scriptures?

Su Yi glanced at his merit value: 18417/100,000.

The journey to the west to learn from the scriptures has also taken a long way, and a lot of things have been done to help the suffering, but the increase in merit is not obvious.

Now this eighteen thousand merit points are mainly obtained by killing the nine infants and purifying and killing the karmic black qi of the Heavenly Dao, and now the opportunity to obtain merit has come again, and it is in this Guanyin Zen Temple.

As long as all the black qi in this courtyard is purified, he estimates that he can increase his merit by at least 20,000, and the spatial mysteries of the fifth layer of the merit golden lotus require a lot of merit value, and every opportunity to improve cannot be wasted.

Su Yi was still thinking about how to rescue the monks of this temple, but the plot began to develop like the original book.

The old monk looked at Su Yi with a longing expression: "The holy monk is worthy of being a master from the Tang Dynasty, the old monk has lived for more than 200 years, and there are more than a few hundred robes, but how can one be compared with the holy monk's, ashamed of the old and old...... Today is getting late, I can't see clearly in my old eyes, begging the holy monk to borrow me for a night, I carefully watched it all night, and tomorrow will definitely return to Zhao. ”

When the old monk said this, he almost burst into tears, and it seemed that if Su Yi disagreed, he would dare to kneel down and kowtow.

Su Yi felt in his heart, the secret way of killing the heavens is really harmful, he helped the old monk up, and said warmly: "Why is the old abbot so bothered, the robe is just a thing outside the body for you and me cultivators, if you want to see it, take it to see." ”

At this moment, he suddenly stared at him, and while the old monk was unprepared, he clasped the other party's wrist with the tiger's mouth, and a compassionate mana was transmitted into it, and at the same time, he stood up with one palm and made a gesture to worship the Buddha.

"Hum Ma Mi Mi Ha Hum Ma Mi Mi Ha Ha Mi Bu Mi Mi Bum Mi

The old monk trembled, and stood on the spot, and a stream of black gas surged out above his head, turning into a fierce ghost and crying, and the evil demon wailed. Apparently the six-character mantra had begun to work and was driving the karma out of him.

At this critical moment, the old monk suddenly rolled his eyes, fell to the ground, and then rolled again, as if he had been splashed with fire oil on his body, and rolled in pain!

The cry of the devil is his cry, and the cry of the demon is his wail. The old monk tossed and turned, and the corners of his mouth even overflowed with white foam, like a patient with epilepsy, and it seemed that his life was only in an instant.

Unexpectedly, the monks rushed forward and angrily reprimanded Su Yi for being rude. Dare to beat their abbot in person, is there any royal law?

They grabbed Su Yi by the collar and were about to pull him to report to the official. But Su Yi took root under his feet, did not move at all, and still chanted the spell in his mouth......

Another twenty warrior monks rushed forward and punched and kicked Su Yi in the chest and back, but he seemed to be possessed by a golden bell, and the monks beat their hands and feet to the flesh, but they did not pose the slightest threat to him.

Wukong knew that the mortal warrior monk was doing something with Su Yi, and it was completely asking for his own hardships, so he didn't come forward to save him. To be honest, he was also curious about Su Yi's sudden move, swept the top of the monks' heads with his golden eyes, and saw the dense black gas, only then did he understand the cause and effect.

Master, this is saving people!

With a flick of one arm, Wukong pushed dozens of strong warrior monks aside, and protected himself in front of Su Yi: "You are mortal with the naked eye, and you don't know good people! My master is saving you! You old abbot has been bewitched by ghosts, and the master is using the six-character mantra to wash away the karma on him." ”

All the monks are people who practice Buddhism, although their knowledge is shallow, but after Wukong's reminder, they gradually recognize the facts. Their masters, including themselves, have been silently infiltrated by evil spirits and riddled with karma!

As people who practice Buddhism, they have great disrespect for the Buddha, and it is difficult to ascend to heaven in their lifetime.

The monks panicked in their hearts, and did not dare to obstruct it anymore, so they only stood aside and watched Su Yi cast the spell restlessly, waiting for him to save his lower uncle, and then come to rescue them.

However, at this moment, Su Yi's brows twisted into a pimple, and he stopped reciting the six-character mantra.

"He's too old, he's too old!"