The gray-robed footsteps moved to the side, separating himself from the chicken leg for some distance.

The fat monk didn't seem to realize the disgust of the gray robe, and even wanted to get closer to see what people were looking at, and then the gray robe raised the scriptures in his hand a little.

The fat monk pouted: "What's so good about the Yi Chan Sanyi Sutra, it's very obscure, look at this one, the Heart Sutra, this one is much better than that one." ”

The gray robe still didn't take care of the fat monk.

But the fat monk didn't seem to care, and even kindly reminded: "Don't worry, watch slowly, take it back if you can't finish it, anyway, in the past few years, there have been fewer and fewer brothers in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the temples have been closed, and there are even fewer people coming." ”

There was a pause in the gray-robed flipping through the book.

The fat monk ate chicken legs and said to himself: "Cultivation is to make a name for yourself, whether it is sword cultivation or Buddhist cultivation, it is the same." Now that the monasteries are closed, there is no need to compete with the cultivation world anymore, there is no motivation, who is willing to endure hardships, do you say this is the truth? ”

The gray robe finally raised his head, as if he glanced at the fat monk.

Followed by.

The fat monk actually pretended to be enthusiastic and put his arm on the shoulder of the gray robe, which was really familiar: "Brother, if you are really interested in these scriptures, look for my brother, my brother is very familiar with this place, and my brother will take you to find it." ”

The fat monk's movements were very sudden, the gray robe did not dodge, and then his whole body trembled: "Dodge!"

The gray robe's voice was muffled, and the sound was not loud, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The fat monk smiled: "Brother doesn't lie to you, I'm really familiar with this side." ”

An eye knife seemed to shoot out from under the brim of the gray robe, and it glanced at the fat monk: "Get rid of your dirty hands!"

The fat monk was still laughing, and then he thought that he was holding the chicken leg with his hand, which was too oily, and rubbed it the Buddhist robe.

After rubbing, I want to put on the shoulders of the gray robe.

Before his hand touched the gray robe's body, the whole person was a little stiff, as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body was numb.

A sound sounded in his ears: "Get out!"

The fat monk realized at this moment that the gray robe seemed to be very disgusted with himself, and thought to himself: "The thief who stole the book, standing in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is still so arrogant, but I am the personal disciple of the Elder of the Scripture Pavilion, don't I have any eyesight?

I was about to teach this blind junior a lesson.

The fat monk suddenly found that the arm he had just put on the gray robe was broken off at the shoulder.

An extra dagger appeared in the palm of the gray-robed hand.

A stabbing out of the blue.

The fat monk opened his mouth and was about to shout, and the Buddha spirit in the spiritual sea began to surge wildly at the same time, however, it was too late, the second knife of this gray robe had already come, and it cut his neck.

The vocal cords were destroyed.

The shouting stopped abruptly.

The fat monk's remaining arm covered his neck vigorously: "You, you are?"

The gray robe raised his head, revealing a bewitching face full of tattoos: "Ghost Valley, Wind Chaser." ”

The fat monk's expression was very surprised, but no matter how unexpected it was, his pupils began to dilate.

The voice of the gray robe echoed in his ears: "I hate meat, I hate fat pigs, I hate chatter." ”

"You have it all. ”

"You've got to die. ”

"You're not wronged, are you?"

After the gray robe killed the fat monk, he continued to flip through the books in the scripture pavilion, and he still didn't find anything in his possession. Naturally, he couldn't find it, and if he could find this wind catcher, he should have found it when he was in the Mahavira Temple.

The Buddha statue shed blood and tears, looking like it was the Buddha's revelation, but what is the truth? In fact, it is the hands and feet made by this gray robe, she is a wind catcher, and the task she received is naturally to catch the wind and shadows.

The army of the Hu Kingdom needs to occupy the northern border of the Tang Kingdom in the shortest possible time, the sixteen states of Youyun, and the 'fireworks plan' of Guigu must at least take the two states of Youyun before the Spring Festival, which is the bottom line.

In order to cooperate with the fireworks, Guigu naturally planned a lot, Chanshan is located at the junction of the two states of Youyun, the geographical location is sensitive, and it is impossible to make mistakes.

Tzu Chi Monastery is located on a Zen mountain.

This kind of Buddhism has many disciples, and the slogan is compassion, so it must be taken care of, but this wind catcher didn't expect that she only used one trick, and Tzu Chi Temple was closed.

In her words: "The courage of the Buddha is so small, smaller than a sesame seed, the brain of the abbot of the Buddha is too wooden, the Buddha statue believes in tears, and the ghost does not believe it!"

In an hour, the gray robe swept through the scripture pavilion, took hundreds of books, and finally, she went into the meditation room in her arms......

The gray robe that drilled into the Huaizang meditation room is called Bu Hongjian, the personal maid of the six idle bosses of the Guigu Valley, who is unfathomable and one of the most powerful wind catchers in the Guigu.

But if he is really a monk who has attained the Tao, how can he not open the mountain gate? But if he is really a monk who has attained the Tao, how can he allow a fat monk in the monastery to eat chicken legs? But if he is really a monk who has attained the Tao, he will definitely be able to resist the temptation of Bu Hongjian.

In just one hour, the abbot's meditation room of Tzu Chi Monastery showed a strange pink.

Fragrant pink.

Bu Hongjian's cultivation is the way of illusion.

Where can the monk who fell into the sea of color still be called a monk, after a cloud and rain, Huaizang opened his eyes again, and his mood was directly broken, and he was completely immersed in the edge of self-blame and collapse.

This night.

Huaizang knelt down in front of the Buddha statue in the Mahavira Hall, hoping that the Buddha would show him a clear path, and then the 'Buddha statue' dragged him into the boundless slaughter.

"As the abbot of Tzu Chi Temple, you have broken your color vows and made a big mistake. ”

"A mistake is a mistake, and you have to know how to make up for it. ”

"How to make up for it?"

"As long as no one knows, as long as no one hears it, as long as this matter is not spread, then no one will find out, and the mistake will only be hidden in their hearts. ”

Huaizang didn't know who in the monastery had discovered his secret, and his perception drifted out, and it was possible for anyone in the entire Tzu Chi monastery to have more than 300 Buddhist disciples.

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.

If I raise the butcher's knife first and then put it down, can I also become a Buddha?

It's not terrible to do evil, as long as I can repent, as long as I can let go, the Buddha will accept me, and I have to believe that my Buddha root is smart enough.

The disciple who was in Huaizang happened to get up at night and saw that the Daxiong Treasure Hall was still lit by candlelight: "Master, it's late at night, why don't you rest, is there something wrong?"

"Is there something wrong?" Huaizang listened to this, and his nerves tensed suddenly, "Did he see something? Yes, he must have found out!"

"Come here, Master has something to ask you. Huaizang beckoned to the outside of the main hall.

Xiao Shami walked in obediently, walked to his arms, and the next moment, he was directly punched in the heart, the personal vajra fist of Tzu Chi Temple.

King Kong was furious.

Blood splattered in five steps.

Blood splattered between his eyebrows, blood, obscuring his eyes: "All those who know their ugly things must be silenced, only death is the most keep-along." ”