The Presiding Venerable put the book down and smashed it with a "bang" sound, and the Presiding Venerable stood up with one hand on top of the book.

With the words of the presiding Venerable, on the white pagoda condensed by those tricks, there was a hoarse and ugly "hoarse" sound, as if it was necessary to use a force, this white pagoda could be opened, and no one wanted to know what would be revealed after it was opened, but everyone knew that under the cover of such a trickery, no matter what happened, there would be unimaginable things happening.

What's more, these tricks are too thick, as if they are condensed into real stone buildings, pressing on everyone's hearts, knowing that the elder is the first person to take back the mantra, he immediately withdrew the mantra, folded his hands and said, "Presiding Venerable." ”

As soon as he retreated, the elders of the early Ming Dynasty immediately withdrew their hands, and it was only at this moment that he remembered that once upon a time, the presiding venerable had just returned to the Dharma Temple.

The fear that went deep into the bone marrow suddenly exploded!

Originally, he had no feelings, no feelings, and he originally felt that the presiding venerable was old because of the retreat of the presiding venerable, and in the Endless White Pagoda Temple, all the sect nobles and toasts understood that no matter how strong the presiding venerable was, it was impossible for him to preside over the Endless White Pagoda Temple for a long time.

No matter what the presiding Venerable of the Endless White Pagoda Temple cultivated, they were incapable of surviving some nobles of the sect.

Therefore, the nobles of the Zongben nobles and the Tusi nobles recognized the concession of the presiding venerable this time as "the presiding venerable is no longer good".

He is about to pass away, so it is understandable that he is showing his weakness at this moment, but now it seems that this is not the case, the presiding venerable has not yet reached the "weakening period" that all the presiding venerables of the Endless White Pagoda Temple have, but he is like a lonely wild yak, and he is even stronger!

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the elders couldn't understand this situation, it seemed that a big yak king who had walked out of the tribe alone and walked into no man's land, waiting for death.

But after a while, when they came out again, everyone found that this big yak king had become taller, bigger, and heavier!

In the Esoteric Domain, all that is unusual is dangerous!

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the elder felt that the hairs on his back stood up, and he immediately maintained his own Buddha heart, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, blocked all his perceptions, and began to chant Buddha, but he stopped quickly, but there was no one who stopped his hand as he did.

Someone, not smart.

So, in the room of the Venerable One, everyone heard the sound of "squeak", as if an old door had been opened, and the doorway shaft had made the sound of time being left behind because of the lack of oil for many years. The ancient wind came out of the open gate, and with the wind came the smell of dust that belonged to history.

This kind of smell fell on the noses of everyone present, and it was a different taste.

For a while, even though he knew that the elder knew that something was wrong, he still indulged in it.

He felt a psychedelic feeling, like a witch in the psychedelic smoke, he couldn't stop feeling that the shadows around him were pulling away, and time seemed to start to rewind, backtrack, back to that day, when he was still no precept monk, knowing that the elder looked down at his robes.

There is no current robe, and the memories of the past are surging like a tide, drowning him in an instant, and he even forgot who he is, and the whole person's time has been retrospectively to the time of the past.

At that time, he was just a red-clothed monk who had just passed the sixth-order monk's degree, knowing that the elder was from a small temple in Abuqu Prefecture, and the temple had gathered his resources for a large amount of charity, so that he could become a red-clothed monk of the sixth order, so that he had to go back and become the iron rod master of the small temple.

But on that day, he still remembered very clearly, a monk in yellow took him with him, saying, "The presiding Venerable wants to see you." ”

At this time, he still remembered that it was "but on that day", but soon, he completely integrated into the memory and became one with himself at that time.

Mingzhi's eyes widened, and he asked rhetorically, "What are you talking about?" The Presiding Venerable wants to see me? ”

The yellow-clothed monk didn't know it anymore, he just turned his head and left, the meaning was obvious, it was to let the knowingly keep up, if it was in the past, he knew that this sixth-order monk could punish the yellow-clothed monk, but now, he didn't dare to do so, because he knew that this person was the person who presided over the Venerable, even if the presiding venerable had not yet completely mastered this place.

So he hurriedly stepped forward and went up the mountain road, I don't know why, even if he remembered it now (knowing that the elder woke up in an instant, but sank again), knowing that the elder still felt that afternoon, the sun was really hot, like a whip stained with salt water, whipped on his back fiercely, and it hurt fiercely.

He lowered his head and walked up the stairs, his nostrils and eyes were extremely dry in this hot weather, and the wind and sand were a little itchy, but he didn't dare to wipe it, so he went up along the road, and soon stopped at the door of a watchtower, and the yellow-clothed monk stepped forward and told him to go up by himself.

At that time, the monk who was still extremely young stepped forward, pushed open the door, and saw the dust raised in the air, forming pillars of light one after another.

Behind such a pillar of light, in the darkness, sat a young monk of his age.

The young monk raised his head, saw the monk Mingzhi, and said slowly: "Mingzhi? Come, please sit down. I am the presiding Venerable One here, I should ask for your loyalty, you can kneel before me now, I know that you have not yet chosen the Buddha-figure Guru, kneel down and I can be your Buddha-figure Guru.

I can also find a monk for you to help you cover up.

Knowing that this is your only chance, are you willing to be my apprentice? ”

There is no need to think about what the big man thinks, and there is no need to know why he thinks the way he thinks, knowing that the monk knelt down and said to the presiding venerable who was about the same age as himself: "The deity Guru is above, and you know that you bow to the deity Guru." ”

At this time, knowing that the elder suddenly shuddered, after he came to his senses, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat, and he never imagined that after so many years, the gap between himself and his own deity master had reached such a large point.

'The great monk of the third order. ’

'The White Elephant Venerable who took charge of the Endless White Pagoda Temple. ’

Knowing that the elder was kneeling on the ground, the presiding Venerable was still sitting there, and the statue behind him stopped, and the red cloth fell.

But knowing that the elders couldn't see what was inside, they couldn't see it at all.

The presiding Venerable One would not allow him to look at it, so he would not see what the idol was.

He could not stop bowing his head, and the presiding Venerable said, "Get up, you are already great monks, what does it mean to kneel like this?" ”

Knowing that, the elder stood up and glanced at the rest of the people.

I found that the rest of the people were gone.

He was left alone.

"The karma is gone, there is nothing left, I know, you are also gone.

Don't let those people go.

I will have to make offerings, and knowing that I have to make offerings, put them all in captivity, and the till and the twenty-nine of the animals will be used as offerings.

It needs to be transformed.

As for what has changed, the monks will tell you. ”

The presiding venerable said, knowing that the elder folded his hands and walked out from here, after walking out, after walking out of the watchtower, knowing that the elder felt that he could still breathe, he took a deep breath, and the pungent cold fell into his body, but it made the elder very relieved.

"Big Iron Rod" Zhiming monk walked over, and the deputy who knew the elder, the new elder, was a person from the Tusi nobles, but he didn't dare to make a decision privately, he came to ask the elder Ming what to do with these people - these people were all people who were captured by the presiding Venerable.

Knowing that, the elder glanced at his deputy and said, "Throw them all into the hole." ”

Even the Zhiming monks subconsciously shook their bodies, it was obvious that they all knew what the hole in this cave was, what it meant, and they all knew it in their hearts, but they had nothing to say.

They knew what was going on inside the temple, and they never thought it would be like this.

They didn't expect that the Presiding Venerable would suddenly be done like this, involving the position of the Presiding Venerable, and many people thought about what the Presiding Venerable would do, but no one thought that the Presiding Venerable would make his own counterattack so directly.

Even knowing that the elders felt that it might not be a counterattack, it might just be a trivial matter that the presiding Venerable did at will, and the tantric domain that the presiding venerable saw and the tantric domain they saw was not a tantric domain at all.

"Deal with those monks who have broken the precepts according to my words, and if you don't want to be stripped of your robes and thrown into a cave – if anything happens, tell them to go to the Presiding One."

Knowing that the elder said that he knew the secret law domain, the solution to some things was very simple, if the presiding venerable could not defeat those people, he would die quickly, but if he won those people, then the presiding venerable would grow again, but......

Knowing that the elder knew that the biggest problem for the presiding Venerable was not here, but the time of his death, no matter how strong he was, as long as he would still pass away in the next few years, then all of this would be meaningless.

Knowing that the elder walked down, he stopped between walking, he felt that something was wrong around him, but something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, and glanced at the watchtower behind him, and under the night, the watchtower where the presiding venerable was located was exceptionally quiet.

The moonlight sprinkled on it, there was a different, breathtaking quiet beauty, so he didn't see it, the dense rhyme mixed with the Buddha's breath, the presiding Venerable's own watchtower, woven into another world.

That is the great mana that belongs to the presiding Venerable.

……

At night, when the moon also sets, and in the midst of the blazing bonfire, someone is persuading Guru Yongzhen.

"Master, Master, rest and rest!"

Miscellaneous Lake Lonno Mountain, Lu Feng didn't know what was happening in the temple - these things were not good things for him, Lu Feng was just doing his work, he was like an ignorant and tired person, he asked people to divide into three shifts, and do things in turn, old Tashi and little Tashi took turns to rest, and Lu Feng never had any rest.

He would also be tired, but compared to the rest of the people, the Guru was a yak king who never got tired, and he mixed the clay just right, and then he piled up the stones and built them into a wall.

Yaks, pack horses, and tents were scattered all around, and everyone was arranged in an orderly manner, and when they saw that the master was doing it himself, the rest of the people wanted to do it too, but they were stopped by Lu Feng, and he said, "You don't have to hinder my merits. ”

As soon as these words came out, how could the rest of the people dare to hinder the Guru?

Lu Feng held a hammer in his hand and knocked the wall steadily, the construction of this stone wall focused on "being confident", so he still had to be guided by Lao Tashi on the side, Lu Feng could act, his eyes were on the "work", the wall that usually takes several days to be done, in an afternoon, it was almost there,

These things are easy to make, the wood is not easy to find, some wood, you have to dry good wood, but if you want to build a pillar outside, you don't need such a thing, old Tashi told Lu Feng about it, and Lu Feng just said, "I know, I know, I know it." ”

Then he didn't say a word, as if he was caught in this, but he stopped here, Lu Feng is the host here, the biggest monk here, the biggest master, what he wants to do, no one can stop him.

He has no words, and the rest of the people can't say anything, he doesn't eat, drink, or sleep, but he doesn't rest, when he rests, he recites the "six-character Daming Mantra", he recites the mantra, not only for himself, but also for the people next to him to hold the mantra, so that they can do a day's living body, soothe somewhat, it's like this, Lu Feng keeps holding the mantra, doing the work, holding the mantra, doing the work.

Those people rested, Lu Feng had no intention of resting, day, night, big day, big moon, this first layer, the first layer without wood materials, actually had a real appearance, he didn't eat or drink, so that everyone was extremely nervous, in their opinion, it was like an invisible old man, holding an invisible whip, whipping the master.

Lu Feng didn't feel so, he didn't know the time, he didn't know that he was hungry, when he was doing work, he felt a kind of "great light" coming out of his heart, "his mind was clear", he didn't know why, he couldn't help but feel that his clumsy fire was passed out of the seabed chakra, and he followed his middle vein without stopping.

Doing so, Lu Feng's thought is very simple, that is, "I have to build this temple", as for why this temple was built?

I want to live, I want to live with them, I am their guru, they respect me, they love me, they respect me as their own deity, then I am like their parents, and then I don't even have that kind of thought.

I don't even have the idea to build.

He has thoughts, but as if he has no thoughts, he is empty, but he is not empty.

Many times, he even forgot to breathe, which is very easy to see in the current temperature, and many people can see that Guru Yongzhen does not breathe out for many times, but he is in good spirits, and no one dares to disturb the Guru, and they can all see that Guru seems to have entered a wonderful state and is practicing.

(End of chapter)