"My Buddha is compassionate, everything is empty, the donor and the poor monk have said so much, in the eyes of the poor monk, it is just that the donor has a demon in his heart and wants to suppress the poor monk. The monk said lightly.

"Monk, you really know how to laugh, if everything is empty, will you fight back if I beat you?" Wang Mu asked.

The old monk said: "Although the donor is riddled with sins, but the poor monk looks at the donor with clear eyes, not a demon person, if you follow the poor monk to cultivate, maybe the donor can become an immortal at that time, and cultivate my Buddha fruit!"

Wang Mu said: "Monk, just now you said that immortals and Buddhas cannot be compared, how can they be compared now?"

The old monk said: "The difference between what the poor monk said is that the donor did not understand what the poor monk said, Buddha is a realm, and immortal is a state. The Buddha is in the heart, and now in the body! different, different!"

Wang Mu was stunned when he heard it, feeling that this old monk could still explain his words at will, slap himself in the face, and push it to the reason he didn't understand.

"The master is really a talent!" Wang Mu didn't dare to offend this old monk, just now he asked if he could beat him, and the old monk just made it clear with a few simple words.

Everyone is a smart person, if you don't beat me, you don't fall into the devil, if you beat me, you will enter the devil, if you are into the devil, you will naturally have a means to deal with the devil.

Wang Mu knew very little about the monk's origin, and he didn't dare to offend, and the two old women were extremely jealous of the monk, if they couldn't cultivate, they would have been beaten to death by these two old women.

The monk followed Wang Mu and the concubine, walking all the way, it seemed that wherever the concubine went, the monk would go somewhere, but after discovering Wang Mu's state, the monk abandoned the concubine and wrapped around Wang Mu's back.

Seeing this, the two old women hurriedly left with their concubines, Wang Mu looked at the old monk who followed behind him, turned around and asked, "Master, what is the matter with you following me?" ”

The old monk said: "The poor monk is called Jingnian, the name is just a title, don't care too much! The poor monk follows the donor, he really wants to exorcise demons for the donor, let the donor enter my sand gate, and cultivate the golden body and fruit!"

Wang Mu looked at the old monk, this person actually wanted to accept him as an apprentice, it was really strange, there was such a good thing in the world, he asked the old monk: "Ask the master a question, if the master can tell the dog, there is nothing wrong with worshipping the master as a teacher!"

Jing Nian said: "Donor, please say, if the poor monk can do it, he will definitely do his best to complete it!"

Wang Mu just asked a question, but Jing Nian thought that Wang Mu wanted Jing Nian to help him do something. Who knows, but I heard Wang Mu ask: "Master, what realm are you, and what is your strength in Buzhou?"

After hearing this, Jing Nian smiled and said, "The realm is just that a poor monk pursues ten thousand

The strength of the law is of little use to the poor monks, and the poor monks will not use their strength to oppress others, nor will they rob and kill people. It's just that if the poor monk tells you, it may be a little damaging to your cultivation, and this kind of heart-shattering thing is still worse for a young person like the donor who has just entered the path of cultivation!"

After hearing this, Wang Mu smiled and said: "Then monk, you really said it, I have been cultivating for seven years now, and I am not a young man!"

The monk was taken aback, looked at Wang Mu, and said in surprise: "In this way, the donor's cultivation is also considered to be talented, but it is only with the pressure of demonic thoughts that the donor has such a cultivation, if the donor enters my sand gate, he will be able to climb the Elysium as soon as possible!"

When Wang Mu heard this, this person was not scolding me, Elysium, what kind of world is that?

"Master, just tell me, let me know how many great realms I am still away from reaching the Immortal!" Wang Mu asked.

Jing Nian said: "The poor monk is three realms higher than the benefactor. ”

When Wang Mu heard this, he was shocked in his heart, this old bald head is so powerful, he is now in the Jindan realm, and the only realm three realms lower than him is the realm of qi refining, and he can now blow the qi refining cultivator to death in one breath.

This bald head can blow himself to death in one breath!

Wang Mu said to Jing Nian: "The master is really a master, he is clumsy, please accept me as an apprentice, and I am willing to cultivate to the master's realm!"

When Jing Nian heard this, this kid was so decisive, he still wanted to say something to comfort Wang Mu, but Wang Mu had already agreed, and he said to Wang Mu: "Since you have entered my door, you need to shave off the three thousand troubles and remove the copper stinky clothes." ”

When Wang Mu heard this, he was naturally unhappy when he defeated this person as a teacher and had to be a bald head, and said to the Jingnian monk: "If I shave my head in a big event, I won't worship the master as a teacher." ”

When the monk Jingnian heard this, he shook his head with a smile and said: "You are too obsessed, when you want to shave your hair, the poor monk will accept you as a teacher, and now you will be a registered disciple, under the seat of the poor monk, how about this?"

"No need to shave your head?" asked Wang Mu.

Monk Jingnian said: "Naturally there is no need, you don't understand the true meaning of my Shamen, it is difficult to see the realm of ignorance and thoughtlessness, naturally destroy everything without moving, and cultivate the root of freedom!"

Wang Mu immediately retorted and asked: "That apprentice visited the master, and you said it wrong, you just said, all laws are empty, and I have already understood what you said that all laws are empty, since everything is empty, what does it have to do with me keeping this hair and removing the hair strands, master, do you say this is the reason!"

Jing Nian smiled slightly and said: "What the Eighteen Say is just that all the laws in your heart are empty, then it is your obsession, wait until the teacher asks you to shave."

Head, when you are not refuting as a teacher, then you realize that all the dharmas are empty, everything is empty, and the hair is on your head or not, what difference does it make?"

"What a big bald head, Lao Tzu has a drink here, listen to your forced chatter endlessly, are you looking for death?" The man on the side said loudly to the Jingnian monk, his eyes were full of anger,

Before the monk was about to speak, the man threw out a bottle of wine and smashed it on the monk.

"Whoa!"

The bottle shattered, and the wine stained the body of the Pure Nian Monk, who was still standing by Wang Mu's side, doing nothing. There was no trace of anger in his eyes.

Wang Mu is cold and ruthless, and only those who are to themselves will reveal their true emotions. And the eyes of the pure thought monk are flat, no matter how strong the wind is, the tree does not move!

Wang Mu turned around and punched this foundation-building cultivator, he had just recognized a cheap master, and he was going to come to him for bad luck, it was really a fight.

"I'm sorry!" After this person apologized, he fled immediately, Wang Mu did not kill him, but punched him five feet away, this person was not a fool, he naturally knew that Wang Mu was unwilling to kill him, and after apologizing, he left immediately.

"You're too irritable, if you can influence this person, you're a first-class floating slaughter. Monk Jingnian said.

Wang Mu said: "You are just too polite to him, you ...... Oh no, we don't have a Buddhism that we can fight?"

"The Buddha has a thousand hands and a thousand faces, and naturally there are angry eyes of Vajra, the anger of Veda, and the angry eyes of King Ming, all of which can subdue demons and eliminate demons. Monk Jingnian said.

Wang Mu smiled and asked him: "Then I will be a Buddha who can fight, if I abandon some, will I still be me?"

The monk Jingnian was stunned for a moment, looked at Wang Mu, sighed slightly, and said to himself: "Your obsession is too heavy, the poor monk can only influence you with actions, but he can't change your heart. It's just that when I come to you, even gold and stones can't open your heart! It's the poor monk's Dharma that is low, and it's good. ”

After Wang Mu heard this, he wanted to laugh, he worshipped the old monk as a teacher, why did the old monk's face become more bitter than before.

"Master, why don't you follow me to my place and enjoy the blessings?" Wang Mu said.

"My Buddha is compassionate, and the poor monks practice the path of asceticism, and when they have not attained the supreme enlightenment, they cannot enjoy the beauty of the world. Everything in the world is like a floating cloud to me, and in a blink of an eye, the smoke disappears, and even if the red dust beauty is overwhelmed by the city and the country, after a hundred years, it is still a dry bone, and everything is empty!" said the monk Jingnian.

Wang Mu looked at him and said: "Then you are really boring, in life, you have to eat meat and drink wine in a big bowl, this is what my thirteenth uncle told me." ”

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is:. Nine Heavenly God Emperors