Buddhism, although it has never been out of the Extreme Dao Emperor, has always had teachings since ancient times.

In the major ancient star fields and life source places, there are their inheritances, and they have not been broken.

In the sense of the gods, the hill in front of him is overgrown with weeds, the temple is also dilapidated, and the incense is not vigorous.

Going through the entire temple, there was only one old monk sitting in it, and there was no cultivation on him.

Come to think of it, it is indeed just an ordinary temple in the ordinary world of the human race.

For this kind of temple without Taoist inheritance, Shenzhou has always been uninterested.

It's just that today, somehow, his heart is depressed, and he came here by chance to listen to the evening drum and morning bell, but he got a trace of ethereal meaning.

After thinking about it for a while, Shen Zhou thought, anyway, if you have nothing to do, what if you enter the temple and take a look?

Having made up his mind, the gods landed far away on the mountain path.

The barren grass reached waist-length, almost completely covering the stone path, and it was obvious that no one had gone up the mountain to worship for a long time.

Shen Zhou did not use his mana, and hiked up the mountain, and arrived at the temple in a moment.

What you see in front of you is the same as induction in the air.

The door is broken, the plaque is mottled, there is a Bodhi tree that is about to die in front of the temple, and there is only an old monk with long eyebrows knocking on the wooden fish in the main hall, and a mottled black iron pestle beside him.

As if sensing that someone was coming to the door, the old monk stopped knocking on the wooden fish and slowly raised his head:

"I never thought that there would be a distant guest coming to the door today, which is really a blessing for a poor monk."

Looking at the old monk's sparse yellow hair, Shen Zhou immediately returned the salute and said:

"I've seen the master, but I don't know what the master is called?"

"Just call the old monk Moro."

The old monk who called himself Moro was kind and kind-eyed, and he looked like a high-ranking monk.

He took the initiative to invite the gods to come in and preach for him.

The sky in Moro's mouth was full of flowers, and it really made the gods on the opposite side feel empowered.

After many attempts in secret, he was sure that the old monk in front of him was just an ordinary person, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

I never thought that there are also masters who have such a deep understanding of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and Buddhism should not be underestimated.

After some exchanges, Shen Zhou was really impressed by the subtlety of his Buddhism:

"Listening to the master's words today, it is really better than any immortal scripture scroll."

In this regard, Moro also expressed modesty:

"Buddhism has supreme mysteries, Taoism is also unfathomable, and there are many great teachings, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior."

For some reason, the god who is usually extra cautious is extremely relaxed in front of Moro.

After a little thought, Shen Zhou opened his mouth and asked:

"Master, I have a close friend who suffers from some kind of incurable disease, often forgets the past, and every time he wakes up, he feels like a new life."

"I don't know if there is a way to be enlightened in Buddhism?"

Hearing this, Moro smiled slightly, and then said:

"All sentient beings in the red dust, seeing all bodhisattvas, all karmic obstacles, all causes and effects, are all empty."

"Buddhism cultivates cause and effect, talks about reincarnation, and looks forward to the next life."

"If you can always forget the past, refresh yourself, start from scratch, do good deeds, accumulate virtue, and accumulate karma, wouldn't it be that if you practice all your life, you will be worthy of the penance of others for a hundred lifetimes?"

Hearing this, Shen Zhou realized, and immediately said with an embarrassed face:

"Master, it's my relatives and friends, not me."

In this regard, Moro's face still had that smiling but not smiling:

"Donor, don't you understand?"

"It's you and it's him, what's the difference?"

"Red dust, reincarnation, in the end, it's not all the sand of the Ganges, a drop in the ocean, and a dream bubble."

"Only by pointing directly to the heart can we see the supreme true Buddha. At that time, I will be able to penetrate the memories of the past world, and I will see that it is just dust on my shoulders, and I will be gently brushed away. ”

"Only when the true Buddha nature stays in the heart forever can we have a great escape! Feel free! ”

In the end, Moro didn't actually use the magic power of Buddhism, only the phantom of an oil lamp faintly appeared above his head.

Among them, there are glasses and Buddha lights flickering, wanting to illuminate the future of the people in front of them.

In the ears of the gods, Moro's words made him feel enlightened and enlightened.

Yes, now think about what these things are doing, he will reach the top of the world one day, and the nine changes will be proud of the world, why worry about the great revenge and the old memories that are difficult to find?

"Master, I've come to my senses!" With excitement on his face, he grabbed Moro's hands.

？！

I haven't got down to business yet, what do you realize?

The doubts in his heart flashed, and Moro immediately returned to normal, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said:

"My Buddha is merciful, donor, you live in Su Hui, and you have a relationship with my Buddha, are you willing to be my Buddha's protector?"

Hearing this, Shen Zhou immediately laughed loudly and went out of the door freely:

"Hahaha! Master, you'd better find someone else. ”

"When this emperor attains the supreme Dao fruit, he will not forget your grace of liberation today, and he should mold a golden body Buddha body for you!"

"Farewell!"

Seeing that the gods were standing up and going away crimson, Moro's face did not show any additional expression, and he did not intervene to stop him.

For a long time, until the figure of the god had disappeared, he muttered:

"My Buddha is merciful, Made, the duck in my hand has flown again!"

Moro, who still looked like a high-ranking monk, actually spat foul language, and if anyone saw it, they would really be shocked.

"Don't talk nonsense—"

On the side, a majestic and majestic voice sounded from the rusty pestle.

As his words fell, the rust faded, revealing a meritorious treasure pestle in it, flowing with an incomparably strong aura.

Suddenly, the fairy glow of this place is brilliant, and the rainbow is colorful, and there are nine colors of divine light shining on the ten directions of heaven and earth.

Look at it again, how can there be any dilapidated temples, only artemisia grass to the waist, a barren.

And the linden tree, which was about to die, turned into a vigorous twig and fell into the hands of Moro.

The deity in the pestle of merit continues to reprimand:

"Don't you learn your lesson and forget the precepts of the Dao Fa Heavenly Venerable in the past? Are you going to forcibly convert others into my Buddha Gate again? ”

Hearing this, Moro couldn't help but tremble, shrank a little, and muttered:

"I don't know how long it's been since he passed away, and you're still thinking about it......"

Seeing that the merit pestle was shining brightly, as if he wanted to reprimand him again, Moro hurriedly explained:

"I really see that he is extremely talented, and I want to introduce him into my Buddhism, cultivate the supreme apologetic teachings of my sect, and protect the true Buddha in the future."

"Humph! It's all nonsense, it's all crooked! Although he is amazing and has the posture of the extreme, he is not on the same path as my Buddha, and forcibly introducing him will only cause disaster. ”

Speaking of this, a mysterious rune flew out of the merit treasure pestle and went straight into the Sendai of the old monk Moro.

"Again and again, again and again, you will be punished today."

Sensing that the rune imprisoned his Sendai, Moro suddenly frowned, but he didn't dare to contradict it, and only complained:

"If it goes on like this, when will I see my Buddha......

"There are times when we gather and disperse, but now the time has not yet come."

In the pestle of merit, the deity's voice fell, and he never spoke again.

On the other side, the divine rainbow runs through the heavens and the earth, and the expression of the gods on it is not as relaxed as imagined, but rather a feeling of the rest of the life after the catastrophe:

"That old monk is really weird, but fortunately I'm smart and fast!"

However, having said that, the old monk must be a Buddhist monk, and may even be a holy Buddha.

Listening to his sermons is not without gain.

Now, the gods are full of thoughts, and their hearts are clear.

And in his eyes is a blazing incomparably fierce battle intent, for the supreme Dao fruit, the ambition is bound to win.

Originally, Shen Zhou was still a little hesitant about whether to embark on the only ancient road, and he couldn't let go of Beidou's clansmen.

But now, he knew in his heart that only by becoming the emperor could he settle accounts with the enemy!

……

On this day, a young man named Shenzhou embarked on the trial of the only ancient path.

He will defeat the powerful enemies of all races, sweep through the worlds, and create a glorious Dao Fruit.

Then, its divine power is supreme, proud of the past, the present and the future, and the glory of the nine heavens and ten earths, even the supreme in the forbidden area of life is desperate.