The wise monk led many monks to catch Li Zhiyu and the three, and he was overjoyed. When the monks saw that the master was happy, they themselves seemed to have eaten honey, and their hearts were pounding with joy, waiting for the master to praise and praise. But wisdom bowed his head and did not speak, but just chanted the scriptures in a deep voice. The clever monk saw the mystery of the doorway, surrounded the wise monk and recited the Dharma number, and recited many Bodhisattva Buddha mantras to subdue demons and subdue demons. The monks who waited for the Buddha to burn incense and sprinkle flowers and chant the scriptures were finished, and the wise monk tidied up his clothes and went out.

Wisdom walked out of the firewood room and twisted a few times, and walked around many Bodhisattva Arhat Buddha statues, and the incense was burned. He went back to the abbot's house. After a while, the change of clothes and bathing were over, and the wisdom walked out of the meditation room proudly.

The monks saw that the master's clothes, hats, shoes and socks were completely new. On the head of the monk's hat three treasures glaze, the robe of the golden light dotted, the treasure shines. For a time, the Buddha statue in the courtyard was majestic, and the treasure light was bursting.

Wisdom walked slowly to the middle of the crowd, his head raised slightly, and his originally cloudy eyes were now clear. He smiled slightly, and his fingers were closed, like a Buddha holding a flower. When the monks looked at it, not only did they not feel any sense of detachment, but they had more compassion and compassion. The monks' breathing gradually slowed down, and they did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the living Buddha.

After all the monks stared at him and didn't whisper, Wisdom cleared his throat and said, "Monks, listen to my teachings." The monks sang in unison.

Wisdom said: "For the teacher to catch the demon today, it all depends on the power of the monks, and my Buddha pointed out that this is the case." Now that they have taken the demons, the monks will go to the wheat field with this seat to see how the Taoist priest is doing. The monks smiled slightly, and they all said, "Master Gaode, promote the Dharma." Wisdom smiled when he heard this, but seemed to feel that it was inappropriate. Only then did he rein in his mind, solidify his true appearance, and lead the monks to the wheat field.

The monks came out of the temple and were divided into three columns. The second column carried a lotus throne, on which sat monks with ruddy faces, shiny skin, and reddish lips----- but they were wise. The last column held the gongs and drums, and struck all the way to the earth, shouting "The living Buddha is in the world, Yuyu clarifies", "Zen master Gaode, a Su Hainei" and many other compliments. As for Li Zhiyu and the monk Huijue, the lay disciples and pious pilgrims of the Jingxiang Temple tied up or carried the four of them.

Li Zhiyu listened to the monks' words along the way, "The living Buddha is in the world, the Zen master is virtuous" and many other words, and he could only smile helplessly. I thought that I was caught by the Taoist disciples when I first arrived and said that I was a demon, and today I was called a monster by this "living Buddha and Bodhisattva", and I felt angry and funny in my heart. How did he become a demon, how did this monk and that Taoist priest become a living Buddha. Looking at the surrounding people shouting hard, many monks felt even more sad.

What this world is afraid of is not that people's hearts are not ancient, but that what is afraid of conventions and customs.

Zhao Qingrou was silent, watching many monks beat gongs and drums all the way, reciting dictionaries, feeling both scared and amused. I was afraid that I would be burned to death by them as a demon, and I felt that the monks around me were stupid and ridiculous.

Li Xunli was silent. He did not speak, nor did he talk in their hearts, but was silent. Li Zhiyu was originally curious that this Li Xunli had this strange ability, but he didn't say anything in everyone's hearts to break through the mystery of Buddhism here. But now, when I look at the occasional scattered villagers around here and raise their hands to applaud, I also understand the reason why Li Xunli doesn't use this strange ability to communicate with everyone.

The monks walked for half an hour, and saw that there were few pedestrians, and most of the doors of the living room were opened, but few residents were seen, and their hearts were slightly strange. After a little thought, I realized. It must have been Wen Zhiliang who held the three pillars of incense and swaggered through the city before, so that most of these residents had already gathered in this grain wheat field, so most of the people they saw on the road were old and weak.

The wise monk sat on this lotus platform, smiling all the way, kind and close. Until most of the hour passed, the surrounding villagers and pedestrians were still chatting, and no one watched the service. Wisdom couldn't bear it, and his old face was gloomy, and wrinkles were hidden. The monks saw that there were few pedestrians around, and the original heat had been reduced by seven points, so they handed over the words and recited the Dharma number together for a moment. In the past, the monks carried the master through the city, and the surrounding villagers did not say that they bowed their heads and ears, but at least they came closely. Young and old, they all learn it. But today there are few people, and the monks see that no one is watching the ceremony, and their blood in their hearts has decreased.

Wisdom in the heart was originally irritable and unspeakable, at this moment and heard the slogans of the monks are no longer uniform, gradually sparse feeling, the wisdom monk snorted coldly, hoarse voice said: "The temple is not enough oil and rice, can not support many monks?" The monks heard the master's words, did not dare to speak, but had to strengthen their strength, hissing and shouting, the slogans were uniform, and the ground was loud. Wisdom is a little better, although there are not many pedestrians to watch and worship, but it is enough to entertain themselves.

On the more than ten miles of the monks' journey, they saw the flow of people in front of them, and many villagers fought for this place, so that there were people who scolded and scolded, pushed and made trouble, and they already knew three points in their hearts. But the Master sat on this Dharma frame, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to stop the Dharma frame and listen to the Master's instructions.

Seeing that everyone was in such a posture, the wisdom monk's face became deeper and deeper, and when he opened a pair of old eyes and watched the gentle Zhiliang standing on the stage holding three pillars of incense, his heart was even more violent, and he did not lose it.

If it weren't for himself who came one step later, what he heard and saw at this time, the person who everyone watched and worshiped should be himself. When wisdom thought of this, the pain in his heart was like a knife, his depression was hard to dissipate, his head was dizzy, and his body swayed on this lotus law frame, almost wanting to fall. The monk carrying the lotus throne saw that the master was shaking and almost about to fall off the lotus throne, and his heart was very anxious. In this hurry, he hurriedly said: "Master and make statues of all beings, the crowd will observe themselves, how can Master be inferior to this gentle and good man when he is alive." ”

When wisdom heard these words, it was like an initiation, and the mouth suddenly opened. He calmed down for a moment, slapped his head sharply, and glanced at the monk with a smile of appreciation. Fingers do the Buddha in the shape of flowers, there are green smoke curling up all around, golden light bursts, the surrounding monks chant the Dharma number, for a time, wisdom sits on the lotus platform, there is a Buddha from the West.

Many spectators watched the sky suddenly change in wind and clouds, and the light was magnificent. At this moment, half of the crowd of onlookers turned around and looked at the solemn appearance of the wisdom Zen master, the Buddha's light was vast, and he became more and more pious, and he almost wanted to kneel. The wisdom eye opened a thin slit, secretly glanced at everyone a few times, and saw that the believer was pious, bowed his head and folded, and his face was happy, but at this moment the law was solemn, and he was not allowed to show a little color, so he pretended to be a solemn treasure statue.

When the voice was silent, the wise monk opened his eyes lightly and said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, the old monk worked hard, went through hard work, and went through three difficulties but did not get it; Today's escort is up to you. After Wisdom finished speaking, he glanced at the next monk.

Behind him, many monks walked away in unison, separated from one way, and many pilgrim monks escorted Li Zhiyu and the three out. Zhao Qingrou opened her teeth and danced her claws, but the monk was quite strong and couldn't struggle, so she scolded angrily: "You old thief, but the Taoist priest on the high platform is the same, they are all good-looking people with ulterior motives. The monk who was holding Zhao Qingrou heard these words and was anxious to block Zhao Qingrou's mouth, and when he saw that the wisdom shook his head slightly, he stopped his hands and feet. As long as this is a scolding of the gentle and conscientious words, it will not taste good when you listen to it.

The wisdom sleeve robe waved lightly, and the monks were divided into two columns to serve aside. Many lay disciples, doormen and pilgrims hurriedly stepped forward, breaking through the dense flow of people, just waiting for the master. Wisdom smiled warmly and stood silent. At this moment, the Bodhisattva sits on the lotus platform, pointing to the flowers, with compassion on his face, but he alone does not understand the business.

Wen Zhiliang saw a few people approaching, muttered for a moment, and then there was a smile on his face. Bow your head gently to wisdom. But the wisdom of the old eyes is dizzy, and at this moment, the crowd is all bowing their heads and bowing their eyebrows, and there is a faint ability to bow. At this moment, he is full of ambition, how can he talk about his care, his wisdom eyes are slightly closed, and his expression is compassionate.

When everyone lifted the wise monk in front of the stage, the wisdom opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes was repeated, and his face changed from compassion and compassion, to anger and murder, but it was King Kong's angry eyes.

Wisdom stood up gently, but sat cross-legged for too long, his legs felt a little sore, and when he got up, his legs couldn't stand faintly. Seeing this, Wen Zhiliang smiled slightly, his sleeve robe was lightly flicked, and the dust in his hand was thrown down in the air, and the wise monk only felt a pressure coming in the air, and he couldn't hold on, gritting his teeth for a moment but kneeling on his knees and squatting down. Seeing this situation, the monks were puzzled for a while, and after a long time, someone suddenly shouted: "The real man is virtuous, the old monk is kneeling; "Many monks and people who believe in the Tao recite the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

Wisdom was in a dilemma, the monk's hat inlaid with gold and jade had slipped off, and the monk's robe with bursts of treasure light on his body had also fallen to the ground, full of dust. Wisdom looked anxious, and wanted to raise the dust to be the Buddha's gift, so that sentient beings could lower their eyebrows and bow their heads, how could they endure such a posture. He exerted strength on his back and wanted to get up and reprimand, but this body was like carrying a hundred pounds of boulders, and he couldn't move. Many monks behind him saw the posture of the wise monk, looking at each other left and right one by one without any reason, jumping up and down without being able to get out.

A few young and strong monks saw the Master's expression, and the joints of their bodies trembled faintly, and they walked in unison. There were three monks holding vajra in their hands and heading straight for Wen Zhiliang. Wen Zhiliang smiled slightly, stepped down, there was a hidden wind roar around, and the three monks were like duckweed in the rain, a lonely boat in the water, their limbs swayed, their strength was mixed, and they retreated straight back. As for most of the monks who came to the master, more than a dozen monks and pilgrims tried their best, but the wisdom monk's body still did not move. But the many pilgrims were faintly distracted, sweating like rain on their heads, and their limbs like lightning strikes.

Everyone can't get up, so they can only maintain the posture that this will not fall, and will not get up. Wisdom bowed his head up and down without moving, his head barely skimmed a little, looked at Wen Zhiliang and said intermittently: "You, you?" Wen Zhiliang smiled when he heard this: "Master Fowei, angry King Kong." As for the poor road, the sleeves are empty, and the white clouds are dogs. How can you understand any reason? I only hope that Master Weide, how about letting go of poverty once?"

Wisdom listened to Wen Zhiliang's words, and his anger became even stronger. The pilgrims and monks around them were unable to escape, and their eyes were full of fear. It's a pity that the body can't move at the moment, if it can move, but it doesn't mind shouting a few words of Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.