One day in the mountains, a thousand years in the world. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But in Mount Meru, Lingtai Temple, Fu Nian has spent more than a thousand years.

At the age of ten, he was ordained in front of the Buddha and became a disciple of the Dharma Protector of the Lingtai and a novice in the Bodhi Pavilion.

When he was thirteen years old, when the temple was in the big competition, he became a sensation in front of the monks of Lingtai, and since then he has become the head of the younger generation of disciples of Lingtai Temple.

At the age of twenty-five, when the Buddha Temple discussed the Dharma, he represented the Lingtai in the battle, crowned the temples, and became a famous genius monk in the entire Buddhist sect.

When he was more than 50 years old, he ascended to the first disciple's seat, and since then he has become the head of the entire Dongtu Buddhism.

When he was more than 100 years old, he became famous, and his fame spread all over the world, and he was regarded as the hope of the prosperity of Buddhism by the elders in the temple.

At the age of more than 500 years, he cultivated to a great achievement, and under the witness of the elders in the temple, he took over the burden of his master Fa Ming, and became the youngest Lingtai protector in history.

After that, another 800 years passed.

In the past 800 years, he has never stepped out of the gate of Lingtai Temple.

In the Bodhi Pavilion, retreat and penance, a cultivation is 800 years.

Spring goes to autumn, winter comes to the summer solstice.

The prestige and glory of the past gradually became worthless with the passage of time.

And the name of the former genius was also buried by the light of one new genius after another after the end of the era, and I don't know where it was buried.

The fame is not obvious, and the glory is gone.

But Fu Nian didn't care at all.

The only thing he cares about is cultivation.

Since the beginning of his fate, to now, more than 1,000 years have passed, and his cultivation has been regarded as the first in this Lingtai Temple.

It's just that... Looking back, he couldn't help but sigh.

Immortals and Buddhas are hard to find, don't say that Lingtai is the first, even if the world is invincible, so what.

The road to heaven is never judged by false fame!

On the road of immortals and Buddhas, there is often a step away, which is the difference between heaven and man.

And for this step, Fu Nian has been trapped... Hundreds of years.

He hasn't made an inch of progress for hundreds of years, and Fu Nian understands that it's not that he is not talented enough, but that since three hundred years ago, he has no way to move forward.

Dengxian feathering, the method of attaining the Tao.

Thinking of this, lying quietly on the futon, in the Bodhi Pavilion, Fu Nian held an ancient scripture and was silent.

On the day when all the demons are subdued, the Dharma Bodhi will be obtained.

Dharma Bodhi Sutra.

This ancient scripture is the legend of the Lingtai Temple of Mount Meru, which proves the method of Bodhi Positive Fruit.

And this ancient scripture was also passed on to his own method when the master Fa Ming removed the position of the protector of the Dharma on the spiritual platform that day.

The past seems to have happened yesterday.

Fu Nian even remembered what his master Fa Ming said when he passed on this method to him.

"Remember, if you have an obsession in your heart, you must not practice this method..."

Fu Nian didn't understand.

It's not that he doesn't understand what grasping is.

He just doesn't understand, the road to immortality is long, if there is no obsession in his heart, why... Seek the Tao Immortal Buddha.

"Ugh..."

With a sigh, Fu Nian's arm trembled, and he put down the ancient scripture in his hand.

............

A hundred years later, Sumeru Mountain Road, Lingtai Temple Steps.

"Subduing all the demons, you have attained the right fruit of Bodhi..."

"I have exhausted the devil in the world, why haven't I gotten an inch..."

"Exactly... What is a demon?!"

Fu Nian stepped on the road, his face was gloomy, and he kept muttering to himself.

After all, he still didn't listen to the persuasion and cultivated the so-called Fa-rectification Bodhi.

In order to cultivate the Bodhi Sutra, he spent more than 100 years, traveled all over the east and the earth, and spent all the demons in the eyes of the world.

He thought that he should have cultivated the so-called Bodhi Dharma a long time ago.

It's just that in the end, his cultivation has not changed in the slightest.

"I heard that in a small tribe in the Eastern Tuwei region, there was a colorful demon tiger, with the bloodline of the ancient demon seed, very powerful, many Buddhists went to subdue the demon, and they were swallowed by the demon tiger..."

The disciples of Lingtai Temple who passed by, as if they hadn't seen Fu Nian, chatted in twos and threes.

When Fu Nian heard this, he suddenly felt a surge of excitement and a whim.

"Demon Blood..."

He felt that this might be his chance to become enlightened.

He decided... Try again.

............

Dozens of days later, in the eastern Tuwei region, there was a tribe named Black Tiger.

"Evil animal, where are you going...!"

Wasteland hills, no grass.

A colorful tiger, covered with black patterns, is lying on the ground at the moment, scarred and dying.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, good and good!"

In the void, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded.

Looking up, I saw Fu Nian holding a Zen battle in his left hand and a prayer bead in his right hand, standing in the air, looking coldly at the tiger in front of him.

"Evil obstacles, you have a deep demonic nature and deep sins, next, let the poor monk surpass you!"

When the words fell, the demon tiger had fallen to the spot, no longer able to resist and struggle.

It's just that at this moment, Fu Nian's ears were filled with angry sorrow that stopped him from moving.

"It's demon slaying again, the monk is like this, the Taoist priest is like this, obviously he is greedy for my clan's holy relics... Do you sanctimonious cultivators of the Buddha path only use these reasons to cover up your sins?!"

"Well?!This voice is a child..."

Attracted by this unique sound, Fu Nian turned his head to look, and found that on the ground behind him, at some point, there were more than half of the children and a thin old man.

And the half-grown child, at this time, despite the old man's obstruction, looked up at himself with an angry face.

"It's... Nam no Amitabha... Wonderful... Wonderful!"

Fu Nian was puzzled, so he had to chant the Buddha's name.

And the half-grown child became more and more angry because of the Buddha horn of Fu Nian.

"Again, a thousand years ago, that old monk was like this, and a thousand years later, you, the new monk, are still like this..."

"What I hate the most is you sanctimonious monks and Taoists..."

"Fu Demon Guardian Dao, Pudu sentient beings... keep saying that what he does is for the benefit of this common people..."

"But all the time it's not to satisfy his own selfish desires..."

"Every time you realize that you have done something wrong, you will only recite Amitabha..."

"I obviously did something wrong, but the Amitabha Buddha with a light voice was able to withstand everything..."

"I want to ask, your high Buddha, have you ever seen such beings suffering..."

"Have you ever known that this life of the people, in your eyes, is not as good as a so-called Amitabha..."

"Have you ever understood that his disciples and grandchildren are a group of sanctimonious people who only kill people and set fires in the name of the Buddha..."

"I, the Black Tiger Clan, have no quarrel with the world, and be kind to others..."

"But for the sake of cultivation, for selfish desires, for the sake of treasures, you have killed my holy beast, destroyed my homeland, and humiliated my compatriots..."

"If the threat fails, use force, and if one person fails, a thousand people will come..."

"In my opinion, shameless people like you, who are high up and kill others, and in the name of subduing demons, demand that others be grateful and moral... It's the real devil..."

"It's good not to die today, but if you don't die..."

At this point, the child glared at his head, and his face suddenly became hideous.

"One day, I, Mitura, will destroy all the Buddha's path and kill all of you who are sanctimonious..."