No one thought that the wise abbot was exaggerating, and everyone looked at the brilliant thousand-petal lotus in front of them with burning eyes.

It's just that the others are not as pious as the monks of Pudu Temple led by the wise abbot, but have different expressions, but they are always inseparable from the word greed.

The thousand-petal lotus is the treasure of Buddhism, and it is something that the entire Buddhism has to protect, but for the entire immortal cultivation world, it is a delicious fat sheep among the hungry wolves.

Bodhi is already the supreme existence in Buddhism, and the thousand-petal lotus is a supreme existence than Bodhi.

And in today's historical records, there has never been a thousand petals such as a divine object, the people of Pudu Temple have always thought that this is just a legend in the Buddhist scriptures, is a fabricated existence, but did not expect that in his lifetime, he actually encountered such a divine object.

Description of the thousand-petal lotus: "A leaf for a thousand years, and then a stem, five hundred years with buds, blood and flowers bloom, brilliance flowing, fragrance bewildering, holy and secular immediately." ”

And for the thousand-petal lotus, there is also such a section of efficacy introduction: "Its dew washes the marrow, its leaves cut tendons, and its stems shape bones." Lotus petals can be increased and cultivated, lotus hearts can make heaven and man unified, and lotus seeds can bring the dead back to life. If you are lucky enough to get one, you can make the layman soar on the ground!"

It can be said that there is nothing in this whole world that can match it, so the allure of the thousand-petal lotus completely overwhelms the time and space travel technique.

"Thousand-petal lotus, oh my God! I didn't expect that there really is such a divine thing in this world, and ordinary people can soar on the ground because of it, let alone us monks!" The man looked at the thousand-petaled lotus with a strong fragrance in the air, his eyes flashed, the greed stood on the surface, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have crystals flowing down.

For a while, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became severe, and the harmonious atmosphere was no longer restored, and everyone around them was observing with a look of jealousy, and the meaning of defense was obvious.

If it was said that the cultivation secrets in Shui Yiren's mouth earlier were striking, then in front of this thousand-petal lotus, he was not qualified to mention it on his face.

With this thousand-petal lotus, they can directly ascend, where do they still need to work hard to cultivate.

It was also for this reason that everyone was fighting for each other at this moment, and even the weakest cultivator had no intention of backing down.

If you get a thousand-petal lotus, that is, once the grass chicken becomes a phoenix, no one will miss this opportunity.

Except, of course, for the monks of Pudu Temple.

Seeing that everyone was staring greedily at the thousand-petal lotus in the air with wide eyes, looking like they might pounce at any time, the wise abbot frowned, stood up directly, and stopped in front of everyone.

"Amitabha. Ladies and gentlemen, this thousand-petal lotus is a sacred object of my Buddhism, and I ask you to allow Lao Gu to invite it back to my Pudu Temple to worship it wholeheartedly. ”

Seeing that the people of Pudu Temple were so straightforward and unashamed to take away the delicious dim sum they saw in their eyes, how could everyone agree?

The elder of the Wanyang Sect immediately refused: "The abbot's words are wrong, this thousand-petal lotus was discovered by us and others, how did it become a divine object in your Buddhist sect?"

The wise abbot argued with reason, and did not back down at all, "The old man will not do anything to take away people's treasures, but this thousand-petal lotus, which has long been recorded in the Buddhist scriptures, is indeed a sacred object of my Buddhism, and it should belong to my Buddhism." ”

Zhang Peng shouted: "I said that you bald asses are enough, and the words are so beautiful, don't you just want to swallow them alone." This thousand-petal lotus was discovered by all of us, how could it be possible for you to take the benefits alone. ”

The wise abbot looked angry and scolded: "Nonsense, this is my Buddhist artifact, it's too late for me to worship and serve with all my heart, how can I swallow it alone!"

"Huh!" Zhang Peng sneered sarcastically, "The words are beautiful, we will know whether you will use it yourself or provide it after you take it back, we will not take this risk, let alone fall for it." ”

"It's ......," someone chimed in.

"Besides, all treasures, those who see them have a share, where you want to take them back, you can take them back, this is not your Pudu Temple, this thing appeared in front of all of us, if you want to take it, you have to ask us if we agree. ”

The wise abbot's eyes widened, his gaze swept over everyone's faces, and his voice was angry, "Is that what everyone thinks?"

No one answered, but their silence was the most direct answer to him.

The wise abbot glanced at the disciples of Pudu Temple, and in an instant, a group of Pudu Temple disciples stopped in front of everyone like a wall.

"The thousand-petal lotus is a sacred object of my Buddhism, and it cannot be trampled on by others, if anyone wants to be unfavorable to the thousand-petal lotus, they must first step on the corpse of our waiting!"

The disciples of Pudu Temple here are fighting against the rest of the people, and in the thousand-petal lotus over there, Qingzi's consciousness is rising and falling.

At this moment, a huge wave of memories was pouring into her mind, and they were all memories from before she got into human form.

In her memory, she was a lotus flower that had not yet bloomed, and she had been in a lotus pond in the backyard of Pudu Temple.

It's just that she doesn't seem to be the same as those lotus flowers, she grows much bigger than them, and she is also rejected by those lotus flowers, so she can only wait for them to bloom alone.

But she waited for a long, long time, but only two leaves floated on the water, and she looked up day after day year to watch the lotus flowers beside her bloom and wither again and again.

I don't know how many years have passed, she finally began to grow stems, and there are more things she can see, but more often than not, she still watches the lotus flowers next to her bloom over and over again.

During the period of waiting for herself to grow buds, she gave birth to spiritual wisdom in her daily scripture recitation, and could absorb the Buddha's light from the sky to practice.

However, if the thousand-petaled lotus wants to bloom, it is extremely difficult, and it must go through great suffering and be born in blood.

She thought that she didn't have this opportunity, how could Buddhism give her the opportunity to be born in blood, and she could only wait for herself to look for the opportunity after she could transform into a human form.

But she found that in this world, she couldn't make the demon transform at all, and she couldn't transform into a shape, so she naturally couldn't leave the lotus pond.

Maybe it's because she absorbs the Buddha's light and cultivates, she practices very Buddha-nature, since she can't let herself be transformed, then stay in the lotus pond honestly, and get by.

So for thousands of years, she has been living a salted fish life in the lotus pond, and by the way, she listened to the ridicule of the other lotus flowers in the pond.

Originally, she thought that life would go on like this, but she didn't want the change to come so quickly.

On that day, when she woke up from her deep sleep, the fire of Buddhism was flourishing, and the sound of firefighting was shouting everywhere, and the lotus pond where she was also moving wave after wave, and the water in that pool was carried away by the disciples of Buddhism to fight the fire.

I don't know how the fire was lit, ordinary water can't be extinguished at all, but it makes the fire brighter.

Without the cold water, her whole body began to dry and wither.

And the fire didn't know how it started, but it burned directly into the lotus pond, not only her, but also the rest of the lotus flowers were burned alive.

The burning pain made her unable to survive and she lost consciousness.

Later, when I woke up, I was no longer in the lotus pond, but in a hill not far from Pudu Temple.

Seeing that he was still a flower rooted in the soil, but after changing the variety, Qingzi really lost his mind, and felt that he really had no future, so he lived all day long.

Maybe she already had spiritual wisdom when she was a lotus, so when she was in the daisy, she could still cultivate, but when she knew that she couldn't transform and could only take root in this soil, her cultivation was so dispensable.

I stayed under the plum tree all day long, lazily napping.

Until one day, there was finally movement beside him.

She lazily opened her eyes and glanced at them, her eyes widening.

What appeared in front of her was a cute cute cute treasure carved in pink, although it was also the same barehead as the monks she had seen before, but it was much more pleasing to the eye than them.

And what surprised her even more was that this little child actually had an uncomfortable aura on her, and without much thought, she understood that this was a ghost, and it was a very strong and mysterious ghost.

Qingzi could see that this was an heir with the noble blood of the ghost clan, and he also had half of the human blood, and now his ghost clan blood was being suppressed by the master in that half of the human bloodline.

And his next action made her even more interested, an heir of the ghost clan turned out to be dressed as a human monk, and learned from those monks to recite Buddhist scriptures.

Interesting, really interesting!

This is a fateful approach, which powerful person came up with a way to let a ghost clan read Buddhist scriptures, is this to surpass him?

When she saw that delicate and beautiful little face covered with hideous and sweat, Qingzi couldn't bear it anymore, what a beautiful child, so tormented, didn't he have to get rid of half his life?

However, the child did not know if it was a tendon, and even if he rolled on the ground in pain, he was stunned not to give up reciting the scriptures, but to read them louder, as if he would rather die than give in.

Looking at this scene, Qingzi sighed secretly in her heart, she really deserved to be a person with ordinary ghost blood, and she was so stubborn that she was terrifying. So he crossed over to his body a trace of demonic power, which contained Buddha nature, which was not the same as ordinary demonic power.

That is, her hand, the child will be fine, and there will be no more discomfort.

Looking at him looking around with a vigilant and puzzled face, Qingzi stood on the ground and became a Buddha with a weak heart, and didn't dare to move again.

Seeing that he withdrew his gaze and continued to study the Dharma intently, Qingzi stood comfortably to the side and squinted his eyes to listen, as if he was repaying himself for protecting him.

It was after this episode that she found that every day after that, he would come here to recite scriptures, and she gradually got used to using a trace of demonic power to protect his body when he recited scriptures, so that he would not feel uncomfortable.

And it was her hand that attracted the attention of Buddhism, more precisely, the attention of this little child's master.

I don't know what this broken kid said to his master, but the next day the two of them came together.

Qingzi actually didn't have a good impression of the people of Buddhism anymore, because when she was burned by the fire, she heard a voice in her ears: "She's really a demon, add more fire, burn her to death!"

At that time, she realized that she may not have died in an accident, but that some disciples in Buddhism saw that she was unusual, regarded her as a demon, and when the Buddhism was on fire, they put all the blame on her head and burned her to death.

How scared she was then, how much she hates monks now.

The little monk got her eyes, otherwise, even if he was killed, she would not help.

So, when he took her master to the hills, she got angry, and in order not to be discovered, she hid all her breath and watched him coldly as he was eroded by the Buddhist scriptures.

I thought he wouldn't come again, but he didn't expect to come again the next day.

And Qingzi herself was still angry with her, and she was a little jealous in her heart, so she didn't make a move, letting him be drowned in pain.

However, this little broken child didn't know if he had eaten himself, and he was stubborn and didn't leave.

Time dragged on like this, and seeing that he couldn't support it, Qingzi sighed secretly in his heart, and still made a move.

Then she looked at the child with sparkling eyes and began to apologize: "Thank you! Did I bring someone to make you unhappy yesterday? If so, I'm sorry, he is my master, the best person for me." He came here because he was worried about me, but since you don't like it, I'll never bring anyone here again, and I won't tell anyone this secret. ”

Although his inaccurate look was ridiculous, his apology was sincere.

She also knew that the monk meant a lot to him, and she also got his assurances that she would not bring anyone there again, and her anger subsided.

And the child seemed to be sure that she would be angry, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

After all, she is a lovely child, and she is also the person she has helped, but she is different from others after all, so she continues to help very unproductively.

When she saw the child's eyes shining, her heart softened.

However, she had no intention of revealing her identity, and the child did not discover her identity.

He recites every day under the plum tree, a distance from himself from the trunk.

But there was one action that touched her, that is, he didn't know when it started, he carried a kettle and began to water the tree, and her eyes were hot for a while, after all, she was a neglected existence.

Because he wants to use demonic power to protect his body, Qingzi's body has been sluggish, as if it will wither at any time.

And his gaze will sweep over her from time to time, she doesn't feel that it is her own charm at all, she can only be a child learning Buddhism, and her heart is kind, and she even began to water her one day.

Day after day, they got along very well with each other, and they got along for a few years, and the children did not go to the hill to chant sutras every day.

And because of the change in climate, he no longer has the slightest intention of withering, which also makes this smart guy realize that he is unusual.

One morning, for the first time, she saw him running empty-handed, crawling under the plum tree and crying, hoarse and grief.

"I have no relatives anymore, Master is gone, I have no relatives anymore!"

She looked at him and whispered with a sad expression: "There is no one in this world who loves me anymore!"

Eight-year-old child, this is the first time she has seen him cry so sadly, so helpless!