King Kong Gate is not the nine veins of Tianmen, and the two veins of Buddhism in the nine veins--- Lonely Zhao Weizhu, Ten Thousand Buddha Temple has irreconcilable Buddhist disputes, in fact, the world Buddhism hates these two veins, since he became the eagle dog of the imperial court and started the business of the Buddha Dynasty, don't shamelessly shout that he is the authentic Buddha.

If a reincarnated Buddha emerges from the Vajra Gate now, with Yuantong's cognition of the nine veins of Tianmen, I am afraid that within half a month, Vajra Gate will be labeled as a "cult and demonic way".

He picked up the broom and returned to the small meditation room by the side of his scripture pavilion, sat cross-legged, his eyes full of hope and looked at the Bodhisattva in the cave, and he couldn't hide his excited expression after looking at it for a long time.

The treasure vase returned to the Dharma Hall to watch the master go through the special training and training of the fifteen disciples who did not go to the big competition, but were trained harder than the big competition.

Under his inner vision, the three golden Buddhas in the book reed all turned into gold dust and melted into Huang Zhiyu's back, Huang Zhiyu's black eyes gradually turned into light gold, looking great solemn and terrifying, as if full of divinity and ready to move.

The treasure vase roughly understood, if he slapped his palm on his head now, Huang Zhiyu would be able to break out of the reed without fear of the laws of the afterlife, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and continued to watch the master practice his junior disciple in a leisurely manner, everything is not in a hurry, go back and try it at night.

After lunch, the treasure bottle walked towards the Great Awakening Palace, he had to help copy the scriptures today, and the weight was a lot, it was estimated that he would be busy until late at night, he walked very fast, and halfway through the ancestral hall saw the stone of the probe under the side of the temple, the stone saw him coming, his brows were tightened, in the past two years, he and the treasure bottle have not gathered, even if they are at home, they have almost nothing to say, and the feelings have always become weaker and weaker.

"Senior Brother Baoyan, what's the matter?"

The vase looked at the stone with a complicated expression, and the latter also bowed in a proper manner, and then whispered:

"Fat Li's right hand is gone."

The treasure bottle raised his eyebrows, and he was dumbfounded for a while, and when the stone saw that he was still a little human, he said sadly:

"You didn't go to see that scene, the fat man entrusted the master to cheat last night, and Baoshan directly confronted, and the fat man slapped Baoshan to death, Baoshan's father Hongding went crazy on the spot, and lifted the knife to remove one of the fat man's arms, Shizun and Hongding's thief meditated together, and Hongding was seriously injured, but unfortunately, your good grandfather stopped it, otherwise the thief would hate on the spot."

"Huining, is he out of customs?"

"You say it's ridiculous, you don't go out early, you don't go out late, but you go out today, you really worship a good grandfather, he reprimanded the fat man for being fierce and brutalizing his fellow disciples, when Baoshan beat Yao Hong to death, why didn't he come out to preside over justice?"

The vase was speechless for a while, and asked with concern:

"Li Yongqiang ......"

"Do you still care about him?"

"Amitabha."

The vase pronounced a Buddha name, and when the stone saw the dog-like behavior of others, he turned around and left with a sneer, throwing down a sentence:

"He is all martial arts in the sword, and now he has become a waster, your good grandfather seems to have entered the five grades, and wants to compete with the abbot and the ancestor, those old monks and the uncles and uncles of the Hongzi generation have an ambiguous attitude, the master is difficult to support alone, and he does not dare to help, and the inner door allows the fat man to return to his hometown, I am ready to make up some silver for him, if you have the heart, go and see him when you are resting, so as not to really become a Bodhisattva, and no one will talk to you in the future."

The vase looked at the lonely back of the stone, choked the throat that wanted to stop him, turned around and went to the meditation room, the meditation room was empty at this time, all the novices went to the Dharma Hall, the vase sat quietly on his bed, and a golden light in the heart of his head rotated counterclockwise, turning faster and faster.

Rest day.

"You're really not going to see Hadron?"

Leng Xiu was mending the clothes brought back from the Zen monastery for the vase, seeing him meditating with his eyes closed, he put down the clothes in his hand a little unhappily, reached out and pinched his son's waist, and the vase hurriedly shouted:

"Mother, it hurts, let go!"

"You still know that it hurts, after all, it's your small hair, and your arm is gone, you don't want to see it, I'm afraid you don't want to be a real monk, let me tell you, if you dare to be a ruthless and unrighteous true monk, the old lady really hanged herself at home to show you."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, where does my son deserve to be a true monk, don't fight, I'll go, I'll go!"

The treasure bottle escaped the soles of his mother's shoes and slipped out of the door, he wandered around to the pharmacy, the guys inside had been replaced, Guangtian followed Chen Xun to run the business, and hired two new shrewd ones, and when he saw him come in, he hurriedly called the young owner good.

The vase nodded yes, and from the back of the back of a jar of blood-replenishing medicinal wine, the right hand held the bottom of the altar towards the Li family, and walked to the alley two streets away, and saw a monk with a full face and a fierce looking treasure elephant confronted, the ring knife in the hand of the treasure elephant pointed at the blue-robed monk and said:

"Uncle Shi is not cheeky?"

The blue-robed monk known as Uncle Shi stood cross-waisted, didn't take the treasure elephant in his eyes at all, and chuckled:

"You are disrespectful, and your father knows about the following crimes?"

"My father doesn't know, but my father, as the head disciple of the Discipline Academy, won't let you do this if he knows!"

"Kill a deserted warrior who is not in the martial arts, Tiqi has to send me a seal, I am doing things according to the rules of the imperial court, you quickly dodge, so as not to hurt the harmony."

Baoxiang was about to say anything, Yuan Xing, who was standing behind him, pulled his cuffs, Baoxiang looked over, saw the treasure bottle holding the wine jar and came slowly, and glanced at Yuan Xing behind him irritably, Yuan Xingqiao's face was slightly red, don't turn her face and walk back to the pile of green-clothed monks who watched the excitement, and I didn't know that the green tea tendon was wrong, and he stared straight at the gradually approaching treasure bottle.

"I don't allow you to do that!"

Baoxiang felt a chill in the back of his head, and cold sweat broke out, but his mouth was very hard, blocking the alley leading to Li Yongqiang's house, and shouted loudly to the back:

"Baoguan, take your father and mother away, I'll block these guys for you!"

"Stinky boy can't help himself, dodge!"

The blue-robed monk waved his sleeves, and a strong wind struck towards the abdomen of the treasure elephant, who knew that the treasure elephant was in the abdomen, and he actually predicted his blow and caught it.

"Good boy, your father opened a small stove for you, and he can actually prevent the participation of this seat! Then you can try again......"

"Stop!"

A loud shout sounded from behind, a white-robed monk led twelve gray-robed monks to rush over from the end of the street, Baoxiang looked at the person, his expression immediately relaxed, the person who came was his father Hongyu, Hongyu only collapsed ten steps on the street and jumped over a hundred meters to come to Baoxiang, turned to stare at the blue-robed monk who shot at his son, and said in a calm tone:

"Hongday, you have violated the precept of private fighting, take a trip with this seat."

"Yo, follow me to Qiao, Senior Brother Hongyu, this seat has been ordered by the first Dharma Hall to abolish Li Yongqiang's martial arts, you won't also obstruct the law enforcement of this seat like your son, right?"

"Dad, they're going to kill someone!"

"Shut up!"

Hongyu saw Hongyu handed over a piece of yellow paper, opened it and saw that it was indeed the decree of the first Huijing of the Dharma Hall, and his heart was cold, this old dog was originally attached to the abbot of Huisheng before climbing to the first position of the Dharma Hall, and now Huining has been closed for two days and came out, it seems that his skills have been greatly improved, those old monks who are standing on the side of the abbot of Huisheng and some radical young Zhuang second-generation elite white-robed monks immediately gathered around Huining, and they want to rely on soft and hard means to carve up the power of the abbot, in a vain attempt to usurp the throne, smart people know how to stand on the side, but Hongyu doesn't want to stand, he knows, No matter how dark Huisheng Huining fights, after all, he can't defeat a sweeping monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, if it makes a big fuss, that master will definitely be able to suppress all dissatisfaction, and when the time comes, he can only get the greatest benefit if he remains neutral.

He threw the decree back, and he didn't want to say anything at the moment, but just warned Hongday:

"If you abolish martial arts, you will abolish martial arts, and you are not allowed to kill!"

Hongri sneered:

"Is it worth going against me for the sake of a few ninth-rate pariahs?"

"Vajra Gate is not a devil's city, let alone a holy realm mountain, even if you don't practice Buddhism, don't bring in those dirty things outside, lest people look down on you."

"I'd love to!"

Hongtian doesn't eat this set at all, his nephew Baoshan is the only junior in his vein who has entered the martial arts, although he is a little arrogant, but his understanding is excellent, their family is counting on Baoshan to enter the Xiangguang Sect in the future, as soon as he thinks of today's big exam, that Li Yongqiang has Hongxin behind him, and he used the means to beat his nephew to death on the stage, Hongtian is furious, when did the mustard-like ants kill the family, it is ridiculous.

This person's family is immortal, and he can't sleep well during the day, can't eat, and his cultivation is full of distracting thoughts.

"Macro Day!"

Hongyu stared at Hongday's eyes, and saw that his vicious triangular eyes were squeezed smaller by the surrounding horizontal meat, and the resentment in them made Hongyu understand that this guy was ready to fight for his life.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the life of the untouchables, the honor of the warriors, which is more important, he can tell clearly, and then he turned his hand and poked a finger at the neck of the treasure elephant, and the treasure elephant immediately fell towards him, Hongyu picked up his son, turned his head to Hongyang and said:

"If you kill someone, you will kill someone, don't make such a big move, if you say it, you will lose your master's face."

"That's nature, go!"

Hongyu led the four gray-robed monks into the alley, Baoxiang was knocked unconscious by Hongyu's move, unconscious, Yuan Xing shouted "father-in-law" embarrassedly, Hongyu didn't want to pay attention to her, just carried his son towards the Zen courtyard retreat, Yuan Xing hurriedly lowered his head to keep up with the footsteps, his heart was churning, and he landed such a handsome treasure bottle as if he had never known her, and when he saw Hongday, he turned his head and ran, ran into the bottom of the alley next door and sat down, the wine jar was placed beside him, his hands were clasped together in the yin and yang style, and his right palm was slapped together in the center of his eyebrows, and a golden mist jumped out from behind his head, A black-robed figure gradually took shape in front of his eyes, and the black-clothed man with a strong, tall body, and golden light flashing under his eyes looked at the treasure bottle in front of him, his eyes were scattered, and his three souls and seven souls were incomplete.