Volume 1 The Living Yama Hall Chapter 47 Rolling Down

The lifelong monk is now extremely weak, his shadow is not under his feet, but is hanging in the air, constantly extending, running to a high place, the surroundings are very dark, and the position of the shadow of the monk on the head is the brightest, it is a point of light, although small, but dazzling, there is obviously the exit of the Buddha country in the palm.

The Buddha country in the palm is the magic power of the Buddhist family, simply put, it contains a whole space in the palm, which is already one of the highest magical powers of the Buddhist family, some of the Buddha countries are dilapidated, and some of the Buddha countries will even have an exit that the caster has no way to control, and this huge Buddha statue is the Buddha country controlled by the temple of the Big Buddha Temple is not considered top, but it is relatively complete, which is actually related to the size of the palm of the caster.

This magic power comes from the legend of Buddhism, according to legend, the Buddha once preached with the golden Bora flower, smiled and did not speak, only the Venerable Ka Ye saw the truth after seeing: a flower and a world, a tree and a Bodhi, and the Buddha country in the palm of the same reason, but between the palms, but contains a huge Buddha country.

The palm of the caster is larger, the easier it is to create space in it, and the palm of the Buddha is also stronger than the physical mortal womb of the ordinary monk, which is a big advantage - so in fact, it is dark here, there is neither the sun nor the moon, nor the stars, it is more like a Buddha country with a very big room, not a powerful means.

It is rumored that the Buddha's palm is already a world, the distance of thousands of miles is just the ravine of his palm print, the edge of heaven and earth is his palm, the sun and the moon are in the sky, the stars are shining, or the birds are singing and the fragrance of flowers or the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, everything is available - although generally speaking, people who practice this magic power will not be compared with the Buddha, but a simple glance, but also know that this temple Buddha has fallen down.

But even if you fall behind, a lifelong monk is now difficult to escape!

"The little monk has something to ask for, although I don't want Master Yan Hui to fully believe in me, but Master Yan Hui also knows that the temple Buddha is no longer the big Buddha temple, so can you tell the little monk, what is the temple Buddha in this big Buddha temple?"

His body was now like a teacup, and all the tea had been poured out, leaving only a little unclean water stain inside, and even so little that it was difficult to notice.

"Lifetime ...... That's your Dharma name. "The real Yanhui monk is just the opposite of the situation in his life, even if the mana in his body is almost lost in his life, he can clearly feel that this is a terrifying force, as if it has been accumulated for a long time, but the life of Yanhui monk himself is almost gone.

"Poor Monk...... The poor monk can probably deduce the before and after of some things - you are not the enemy of my Big Buddha Temple in your life, but the poor monk or the Big Buddha Temple owes you. After Monk Yan Hui said this, he kept coughing, saying these words made his body a great burden, this is not an injury, but a life.

The number of lives has been exhausted, and life has come to an end, and he can see that this old monk has performed some kind of secret method, but he is not sure what kind of Buddhist magic power it is.

"This is not the work of Buddhism. After a pause, Yan Huicai said softly, the current state of his life, even a monk who has just practiced can easily see what he thinks in his heart - a lifelong monk is originally a person who will not hide his thoughts, but now he is easier to see.

"This is the blood transformation work...... A technique that the poor monk obtained in his early years is also very simple, that is, to use the entire life of the poor monk after that, in exchange for a chance to be able to go all out. Yan Hui's withered hands were even more shriveled under the gaze of a lifelong monk.

"The number of lives, replaced by cultivation, is only used once. Hongren sat in the cell opposite the lifelong monk and the Yanhui monk, he sat cross-legged, his back straight, he heard what the two said, and said: "I heard Uncle Yanhui say, if you are really my Uncle Yanhui." ”

"Hiroshinobi...... The poor monk is really ashamed. Monk Yan Hui said in a low voice: "It is the dereliction of duty of the poor monk. is what is causing today's disaster. ”

"The poor monk will explain to you about the temple Buddha and the big Buddha temple, although there is no contact, but at least I can see that you have some wisdom. Maybe there's a better way than waiting for my last shot when the poor monk can't wait to get out here. ”

Monk Yanhui is now running out of oil, his life is going to run out, life is life, now he is trying to extend his life as much as possible every day and even every moment, a lifetime monk can see that there are actually many bottles and cans at his feet, his straw sandals can be stepped on, he doesn't have to look at the bottle by himself, he doesn't need to unscrew it and smell it, he also knows that these are pills to increase life, as long as this spell starts to be used, it will definitely consume the caster's life, and this old monk is here, it seems that he should have been standing up for a long time, and now it seems that he is close to the limit。

And the monk Yanhui has already begun the story of the Big Buddha Temple.

There are a total of three people in the Big Buddha Temple, respectively, Yan Hui, Yan Zhi and Yan De, there is no abbot or host in the Big Buddha Temple, but there will be a special monk, named the Temple Buddha monk, that is, the monk who specializes in communicating with the Buddha of the Temple, the Big Buddha Temple is the temple of the Buddha, the Temple Buddha is the most dependent of the whole Big Buddha Temple, and the wisdom of the Buddha is the Buddhist monk of this temple.

Yan Hui is a senior brother, mainly responsible for all the actions of the Big Buddha Temple, Yan De has been closed for a long time, Yan Zhi, as if the highest cultivation in the entire temple, and the temple Buddha, has become the pillar of the Big Buddha Temple, until once Yan Hui accidentally found that this junior brother was in his room, the movement was not right, he was afraid that the junior brother would go mad and hurriedly entered, but found that Yan Zhi looked calm, but the golden light mana of the Buddhist family on his body was not at all, and was replaced by a bloody body.

"The little monk is not the first to believe that external objects can improve him. The lifelong monk has already understood that this Yan Zhi, who has never met him, drank blood rice porridge like himself at that time, and then was occupied by another person.

"Absolutely not. Yan Hui fell into a cough again: "And these are the original evil fates of the Big Buddha Temple." ”

"Bad fate?" asked Shengsheng strangely.

The surrounding monks couldn't hear the words clearly, but they didn't scold at this time, they were all monks, and after scolding for a while, the monks didn't react in this life, which made the monks of the Big Buddha Temple feel bored, and when they saw that they were talking to Uncle Yanhui all their lives, they relented.

"For so many years, the Big Buddha Temple has been keeping a secret as much as possible. When he said this, Yan Hui's eyes were very deep.

"About the hell of the nose. ”

The Nianhua Mountain of the Big Buddha Temple may not be as interesting as the storyteller said, but there is a Nianhua Mountain at the beginning, and the focus is on the temple Buddha.

"The temple Buddha is the shell of the demon, the big Buddha temple can not be destroyed, can only be wrapped in Sanskrit, and then the daily Buddhist scriptures are influenced, and over time ......"

Over time, this demonic body from the Abi Hell has learned all the Buddhist scriptures of the Great Buddha Temple, all the Buddhist supernatural powers, whether it is sitting and talking about the Tao, or incarnating into the angry eyes of Vajra, it can be done, and even when talking, the tyranny in its character is gone.

"Raising tigers is a disaster, but it is also a brave move. "I can understand all my life that this process of probation is close to perfection.

Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Buddhism leads people to goodness.

Yan Hui nodded, but this behavior made him breathe for a long time: "Only one step away, but was found by the evil demons of this Ah Nose Hell, Yan Zhi completely fell into the devil's path, and also imprisoned me in the Buddha country together with the temple Buddha, listen to what you say, Yan Zhi senior brother claimed to be in retreat, and then became my appearance, and continued to move in the temple, and then many temple masters were brought here one after another." ”

"How strong is the temple Buddha?" Shengsheng continued.

"Originally, it was already indestructible when it was still an evil demon, and the whole temple had no way to destroy this body, and after learning the Dharma, it should be even stronger, and its size has become larger over the years. Yan Hui lowered his head: "The poor monk is not good at learning, even if he uses this secret method now, his cultivation has become more than three times as much as before, and the poor monk still doesn't have any confidence to be able to stop the temple Buddha, maybe he can support one or two ......."

A lifetime of monk silence.

The other side of his body is now connected to that "him", and as long as the mana is restored, it will be absorbed along the shadow.

But looking at him, it doesn't seem so desperate.

Hiroshi could see it, so he asked, "What can you do?"

The lifelong monk said, "I have a friend who is probably much more shrewd than me. ”

In the Big Buddha Temple, it is already noon, the sound of chanting is endless, the monks in the temple have sent bamboo slips to all the people who come, and this bamboo slips are simple and easy to understand, even if the illiterate people see it, they can even read out the content, which makes everyone feel more magical.

Tang Qian and Xia Yubing also finally climbed the Lianhua Mountain and arrived in front of the Big Buddha Temple.

The storyteller is still feeling sorry for himself, and he is still lamenting why he didn't pull those people to listen to the story again, how can the story be interesting when reciting the scriptures.

Tang Qian was stunned for a moment when he saw this storyteller, and then asked casually: "I'm not late, am I?"

The storyteller was also stunned, and then smiled: "It seems to be just right." ”

Under the voice of the believers' scriptures, the blood around them is getting less and less, which makes people think more that this is the power of the Buddhist scriptures, and the Buddhist scriptures are making the evil demons weaker, and the monk's face is like ashes all his life, and even his breathing is difficult.

There is no power to resist.

It seems that they are really afraid of any variables, so they want to use the power of this believer to block all the possibilities of a lifetime, the scriptures mention the name of a lifelong monk, so this scripture is only valid for a lifetime, if it is the original, a lifetime monk will use mana to resist, and the side is not so effective.

Now it's different.

A rough-looking monk is carrying a ring knife and stands next to a lifelong monk.

He had already raised his knife.

The knife falls, and as soon as this person dies, the demon in his body can be completely resurrected.

"Leave someone under the knife, this person can't be cut! Cut it wrong!" Tang Qian's voice approached quickly, and his shouting naturally wouldn't make the monk stop.

The knife fell even faster.

The knife has been completely swung down.

The head of a lifelong monk also rolled to the ground with a gurgling.

Tang Qian's talent had just arrived in front of the main hall.

His face turned pale.