Of course, there are no sweeping monks in Shaolin Temple, and Ghost Li ran there and screamed purely because of the bad taste in his heart.

However, Shaolin Temple has the first seat of each hall and each courtyard, and it is said that there are as many as thirty-six.

Now that a strong man has come in, these first seats naturally can't sit still, and they have emerged from everywhere and stopped Ghost Li outside the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Dozens of monks went there to stand, forming a formation of their own, speaking of momentum, more thick and majestic than the Arhat array of thousands of people in front, every gesture is secretly in line with the Zen machine, integrated into one, forming a deep and restrained aura, which makes people know at a glance that its connotation is profound and unfathomable.

"Amitabha, this donor, this way is not passable, please ask the donor to go elsewhere!"

The leading old monk, I don't know how many years old, his skin has slackened, and his face is like the bark of an ancient tree that has been weathered, with ravines and ravines, depicting endless stories, with long eyebrows hanging down to both sides of his cheeks, and nine ring scars on his head, silently telling his transcendent identity.

The old monk had a string of dull-colored Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, swaying gently with his movements, making a low and pleasant sound.

He was dressed in an old, neat, khaki robe, the fabric had long been washed and white, embroidered with a delicate lotus flower, lined with a wide robe, which had also been patched countless times, but still clean, a faded cloth belt tied around his waist, and a pair of patched straw sandals on his feet.

This old monk spoke calmly, neither humble nor arrogant, and his whole body revealed a calm and unhurried state of great virtue, which made people feel awe.

However, Li Ghost is an untrustworthy person, so he doesn't eat him at all, and when he saw him coming forward to block the way, he laughed and said:

"This is simple, what kind of artifacts and magic weapons do you have in your temple, and take them out together for a certain family to appreciate."

"If those treasures have nothing to do with a certain family, a certain family will immediately turn around and leave!"

The old monk shook his head and said indifferently:

"There are only scriptures here, and there are no treasures."

Ghost Li said:

"Since it's not in the Scripture Pavilion, it must be in the abbot's room, the Lixue Pavilion, the Thousand Buddha Hall and other places."

"When you have searched through a certain house and are sure that there is none, you will naturally leave."

The leading old monk raised his eyebrows, and he was about to continue to speak, but there was a grumpy old monk behind him who shouted.

"This thief has burned down the Daxiong Treasure Palace, what is Senior Brother Xingkong doing nonsense with him?"

"Could it be that Senior Brother still has to be merciful and let him go?"

The empty stool sighed:

"Senior brother, since this benefactor is a 'Heavenly Killing Star', it is most likely a star that should be calamated, and I can't help but give Heavenly Court some face when I wait for the monks."

Ghost Li was immediately angry after hearing this.

"Haha......"

"Old monk, you monk is so arrogant!"

"A certain family originally wanted to save some trouble and let you send the baby by yourself, but they didn't take the lead."

"But who gave you the illusion that you could stay with a certain family?"

Ghost Li's heart was blazing with murderous intent, and as soon as he flipped his hand, he blasted out a fire dragon again.

"Amitabha!"

On the opposite side, Xingkong and the others shouted the Buddha's horn in unison, and the Buddha's light in the formation expanded outward, and they swallowed the fire dragon, and after only one turn and one circle, the fire dragon disappeared without a trace.

"Good formation!"

Li Ghost praised and stepped into the formation in one step.

The formations in this world seem to have their own spatial attributes, and Li Gui only feels that there is a flower in front of him, and he is standing in a huge Buddha hall.

This Buddha hall is majestic and magnificent, the internal space is open, the high dome is as far-reaching as the sky, and there are lifelike murals of flying gods and Buddhas painted on it, and the interior is faintly attached to the flow of Buddha light.

In the center of the main hall enshrines a solemn and majestic Buddha statue, the golden body is dazzling, the treasure is solemn, the Buddha's kind eyes overlook all living beings, and seem to be able to perceive all the joys and sorrows of the world.

The Buddha is surrounded by Arhat statues of different shapes and meanings, sitting or standing, with vivid expressions, as if they will come to life from stillness at any time.

On both sides of the hall, there are several rows of stout vermilion stone pillars, each pillar is carved with intricate and delicate auspicious patterns and Buddhist scriptures, after the baptism of the years, it is more simple and vicissitudes.

Between the pillars hang a series of finely embroidered prayer flags and curtains, which are automatic without wind, adding a sense of solemnity.

Dozens of old monks sat on top of this high stone pillar, bowing their heads and chanting.

The melodious Sanskrit sound is like a clear spring spilling from the sky to the world, cleansing every inch of space in the hall, every corner of the dust and distractions.

This voice was both grand and delicate, reaching the listener's heart, like golden ripples rippling, wrapping the Li ghost in the middle of the hall from all directions.

Its rhythm fluctuates, the low place is like the deep sea, and the high-pitched place is like a bird soaring, making people forget the chaos of the world in an instant and immerse themselves in the boundless Zen realm, that is, the killing intent in the heart of Li Ghost at this time has been instantly consumed.

In the midst of this Sanskrit chanting voice, Li Ghost couldn't help but think of all the things he had done before, and thought of those beings who died directly or indirectly in his hands, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little remorseful.

"That Confucian Mansion has the merit of educating sentient beings, and it was a bit reckless to kill at that time, so they should be given a chance to turn back...... What a fart! ”

Ghost Li woke up suddenly and became furious.

"What a thief!"

"You want to temper me!"

If it weren't for the fact that he noticed his own problems a few days ago, and realized that his family was essentially a thief, making his Dao heart more transparent, I was afraid that he would be planted this time.

These bald asses may not be very strong in fighting, but they are very good at yin people.

They do not directly change people's thinking patterns, but they reverse them little by little, imperceptibly.

First make people regret a little bit, then solidify the results, and then let people's thoughts change a little bit, step by step, step by step, and bring people into the pit.

While holding on to his mind and withstanding the attack of the Sanskrit sound, Ghost Li threw himself into the bald donkeys on the pillar.

But the pillar suddenly rose high, leaving Ghost Li below, no matter how Ghost Li jumped, he could never reach the top of the pillar, and finally had to fall back to the ground.

"Master Li, my Buddhism has no intention of destroying you and waiting for the Demon Star to be tribulated, as long as you bow your head and admit your mistake, Lao Wei will be the master and let you out." The voice of the empty monk came from above.

Li Ghost snorted coldly, just ignored it, and released a fire dragon and a wind blade attack with his backhand, but the pillar also rose, and he never hurt the monks on it.

The empty monk was even more proud, and continued to persuade with a smile on his lips:

"Master Li, everything in this world has its own certainty, extraordinary people can change, don't be persistent."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a human head slowly rising from the edge of the pillar on the opposite side and appeared in front of him, with a fierce look in his eyes, smiling at him.

"Thief bald!"

"Have you ever thought that grandpa could fly!"

(End of chapter)