"Amitabha."

The gray-clothed monk sat steadily, his hands folded, and his face was full of sincerity, "The poor monk is really just a wandering monk, Xiaoyou, now you believe it, right?" ”

Someone's response immediately came from under his ass: "Believe it, believe it, don't I believe it?" ”

I saw a big tiger on the muddy ground with its legs outstretched, lying on the ground like a toad, and its body was also lying on the ground, and then up, it was the gray-clothed monk who was sitting steadily.

Before and after, it didn't even blink an eye, and the empty master and apprentice were taken down.

They didn't even know how their own man and one tiger were defeated, so they only felt a flower in front of them, and they lay on the ground, and then the gray-clothed monk was like a mountain, pressing on his back.

With such strength, if you have the intention to kill them, this master and apprentice don't know how to die.

"It's good that Xiaoyou believes it." The gray-clothed monk said with satisfaction.

The emptiness only felt light, and the mountain on his back had appeared in front of him, and the speed was almost like teleportation.

He immediately jumped up, and the big tiger standing up with the same person stared at the monk tightly, looking up and down again. After a long time, he said half-convinced: "Are you really innocent?" ”

"Little friend still doesn't believe it?" The monk asked rhetorically.

"You are a rebellious rabbit cub, a son who has no ass, a bastard who deserves to die @#¥@¥¥······"

The emptiness is like a shrew scolding the street, bursting out with a series of Buddhist foul language, its aggressiveness is so strong, and the fierce words are that the fierce women who have been in the neighborhood for decades have to bow down when they hear it.

By the time the series of foul curses was over, the Void Refining Martial Cultivator barely even took a breath.

"It seems that you really don't."

Emptiness looked at the gray-clothed monk with no anger on his face, and let out a sigh, "Monk, I have scolded you like this, you don't have any anger, if you are really innocent, I will admit it." ”

"Can the little friend answer the poor monk's question just now?" The gray-clothed monk said at the right time.

"It's very simple," replied Void, "that after the catastrophe there is a great plague, and it is better for the corpses to be cremated than for the water to recede and the corpses stink all over the ground." The other, the monk I would love to. ”

"Cremating the corpse here is better than chanting the scriptures on the mountain with those bald donkeys."

"They are also reciting the Mantra of Death, and they are also doing the same thing, taking care of the rest of the refugees," the monk shook his head, "They actually know that there is a great epidemic after the catastrophe, but they can't spare time now." and······ I can't bear it. ”

Speaking of this, the monk sighed, "The Buddha statues in the temple are all with low eyebrows and lowered eyes, even the Buddha can't bear to look at the suffering world, let alone these monks who are not practicing enough." ”

A flood, I don't know how many people drowned, this river tide can actually be said to be a human tide, and the flood wave can be said to be a corpse wave. The corpses crashed into the mountains and shattered to pieces, and the scene was such that even the executioners, let alone the monks, who were accustomed to death, could not stand it.

Even if you are a person in the rivers and lakes, even if the Dharma is profound, you can't hold back the unbearable in your heart.

Instead of mourning for this, it is better to close the door and take care of other donors.

This was said by one of the first members of the temple, and it was he who ordered the disciples not to approach the foot of the mountain easily.

"I can't bear to have a fart."

The emptiness is more and more bold, and there is no more evasion, "The Buddha is not in the world, he can't bear it, he doesn't look at it, he can be just a turtle with a shrunken head, only when suffering does not exist." Anyway, praying to God and worshiping Buddha only seeks peace of mind, and no one really takes God and Buddha as the same thing. But we're different! ”

"We are on earth, and this corpse is at the bottom of the mountain. This corpse is almost slapped in the face, and it is still a turtle with a shrunken head. ”

Maybe it's been a long time in my heart, or maybe I've burst into foul language, broken jars, and emptiness simply say what I think in my heart, and it's time to carry forward the Zen tradition.

The Buddha scolded the ancestors is a Zen tradition, and it is necessary to taste it.

The gray-clothed monk actually listened to it with relish, and nodded from time to time.

"Just by Xiaoyou's words, he is better than nine out of nine Buddhist practitioners in the world." The monk praised.

"That's natural." Emptiness is not modest, accept it calmly.

He also said: "When the abbot of the Lingmen comes out, the monk and I will say these words again to see if the old monk agrees." ”

"What if he doesn't agree?" The monk asked again.

"Then I won't inherit the position of abbot," Void snorted, "With such a group of shrunken turtle initiates, how can the Buddha Gate be glorified." ”

"Then Xiaoyou should prepare, the spiritual gate should be out of the customs soon." The monk laughed.

Soon?

Emptiness frowned.

The abbot of Lingmen hurried back two days ago, and as soon as he returned to the temple, he went into retreat directly, regardless of what happened in the temple. Listening to the first seat of his peers, the abbot is going to break through the retreat and be promoted to the realm of the great master.

Such a major event, just a few days, is too hasty.

You must know that Xiao Baoyue was in retreat for a long time before he was able to break through. The ranking of the abbot of the Lingmen is not as good as Xiao Baoyue, and it stands to reason that it should take longer.

Moreover, why was this monk able to confirm that the abbot would soon be out of the customs?

It stands to reason that even the Xuanfei Realm martial arts cultivator shouldn't have estimated the time so accurately. If this monk is not lying, then his identity is definitely not simple.

The emptiness couldn't help but filter the Buddhist master in his mind.

Among the great masters of Buddhism, there are only three known sects, and by the way, there is also a blood Dharma emptiness, and a half-dead former generation of the sect.

Jingzong is dead, and the blood Dharma is empty I heard that he was taken by the abbot and shoulder-to-shoulder, and now if he dares to appear in Tianjing Mountain, he is willing to call it the first bold of Buddhism.

The previous generation of the Lunzong was still squatting in the Demon Suppression Cave, and this emptiness was still known.

As the future abbot, and the conduct and mood make people feel at ease, the empty treatment is much better than nothing.

In this case, there is only one answer.

"You're the Dragon Elephant Sect?" Emptiness and alarm.

"The Dragon Elephant Sect is still in Qingtian Pass right now, but it can't get here." The monk shook his head in denial.

When I heard the emptiness, I was even more suspicious in my heart.

On what basis did this monk conclude that the Dragon Elephant Sect was in Qingtian Pass, could it be that there were any masters among the Buddhist sects?

He stared at the monk for a long time, and suddenly shouted: "You still say that you are not innocent? ”

Speaking of which, it turned back again.

is in the state of mind of a monk, and at this moment he is full of crying and laughing.

What a shadow this innocence has created for the emptiness, and it has made him think about it so much.

"The poor monk said, the poor monk is not vain."

The monk couldn't help but shake his head and sighed, "If you really don't believe it, the poor monk can prove it to you." ”

"Then come up with proof." Emptiness immediately said.

If you don't know that you can't beat it, you have to feel the other party inside and out to see who this monk is.

"The poor monk is not vain," the monk said, looking at the still churning waves, "because he is vain, he has come." ”

It was the third watch that was late, and the ninth day of the additional watch.

Valentine's Day has no Valentine, sad.

The ark drew forty-eight times, and drew out three six-stars, but all of them were biased, and none of them were white.

Ahhhh

(End of chapter)