Chapter 280: I See How Charming the Green Mountains Are (I)

"Killing is to protect life, cutting karma is not killing people!"

The figure fluttered down in mid-air, and thousands of golden lotuses became his foil, making him look full of noble and holy atmosphere.

This is a young monk, dressed in a golden robe, and he stands out from the dust.

He has a handsome face, and anyone who sees him will think that this monk is noble and extraordinary, has real talents, and is a master who is proficient in Buddhism, and can't help but restrain his joking thoughts.

The monk raised his hand, put his palms together, placed them in front of his chest, and whispered, "Amitabha!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden lotus flowers in mid-air spun one after another, turning into countless streamers and flying to his robe.

A blinding light illuminated the entire street, filling the neighborhood with a holy golden light.

"Buzz!"

I don't know how long it took, and the golden lotus sea in the sky disappeared.

The robe worn by the monk has a lot of golden lines. These lines look subtle and contain an indescribable atmosphere.

Although this monk looks serious, there is endless indifference between his eyebrows, like a Buddha statue in a temple, without the slightest emotion.

"The wind is full of rivers, the rain is full of rivers, and the ascetics in front of the Buddha have been cross-legged for thirteen years. ”

Jun Mo smiled at the person in front of him, and a passage came to his mind, thinking of a monk who was far away from the world, his face changed suddenly, and even his voice trembled unconsciously.

"Could it be that he is the only disciple of the Buddha, and he is not a master?"

"What!!"

Wang Ping'an gasped and looked at the young monk in the distance with an incredulous face.

The lonely shadow lives in Xiaoxiang, and he is proud of the lonely standard in vain, and he is delicate in the world.

Nineteen years ago, the Buddha took a child as his closed disciple and appointed him as the son of the Buddha, so that he could inherit his position as the Buddha in the future.

Although the world doesn't know what the talent and strength of this Buddha is, since he is a person that the Buddha looks at, he must have something extraordinary.

Because the Buddha is a heavenly person, such an existence as him, even if he looks at a stone, that stone will inevitably attract the attention of the world.

The boy was taught by the Buddha for six years, and after six years he walked barefoot for tens of thousands of miles to a river where a temple was built.

He sat in front of the Buddha statue all day long and recited sutras, without eating or drinking, for thirteen years.

During the stormy period, the tide of the river rose and flooded the temples by the river, but he still meditated on his own mind.

A few days later, when the tide receded, the young monk was still cross-legged, as if he had not noticed anything unusual.

The monk was handsome, and he was so charming that Miss Wu Qianjin rushed to the temple thousands of miles away to be courteous to him.

From beginning to end, he didn't squint, staring at the Buddha statue in front of him expressionlessly.

With such an indifferent attitude alone, if he wasn't a close disciple of the Buddha, he might not be alive today.

Thirteen years later, he walked barefoot in Buddhism, just as he had when he left.

He talked to the monks in the temple about the Dharma, and no one could surpass him in martial arts and Dharma except the Buddha.

He has only lost to one person in his life, and he has only lost once.

When Li Qinglian was rampant in the world, he had met him by chance, and he had a sword against him from hundreds of miles away, when the monk was lying on the ground with a free breath, Li Qinglian thought he was dead, so he drifted away.

He is the only person in the world who can take Li Qinglian's sword without dying.

Although this is not something to be proud of, at that time, Li Qinglian's momentum was not weaker than that of Emperor Qin, and not inferior to that of the national teacher.

"The Buddha is a heavenly person, even if his disciples can't surpass him, but at least they will become heavenly people, and now this monk has come to the mortal world, what is it for?"

A young man's face was shocked, and his voice was full of doubt and shock.

In the past, the scene of Emperor Qin's domination of the world is vivid, that man is Emperor Qin, but he still has an identity, he is still the apprentice of Daozun.

Although the martial arts of the Buddha are far inferior to the Daozun, at least these two people are equally famous, and they must not be defeated by Li Qinglian, but it is only a loss, and it does not mean anything.

For the most part, no one in this world can be undefeated, no one is invincible for life.

If he lost before, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have a chance to turn defeat into victory, and it doesn't mean that he will lose for a lifetime.

It's just that characters like them, who have always been far away from the world and high up, why are they asking for hardships now and escaping into this rolling red dust?

He doesn't understand, no matter how he thinks about it, he can't figure it out.

"Maybe it's for that female swordsman......" A middle-aged man took a deep breath, and he said softly: "In the past, Li Qinglian almost killed him with a sword, even though he said that he didn't mind, but he always lingered in his heart......"

"That female swordsman is known as far surpassing the world's first son, Yan Wenxuan, and Yan Wenxuan is more powerful than Li Qinglian, so ......"

"Do you want to prove yourself?" a young man looked down and smiled, and he touched the long sword in his arms, a strange expression on his face.

Although there are many artistic conceptions in the world, and although the martial arts techniques are wonderful, in terms of killing, there is nothing comparable to sword intent, and nothing can be equal to sword intent.

The sword is the head of a hundred soldiers, and the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. Knives and swords have always been the most aggressive weapons on the rivers and lakes, and they will always be the mainstream.

Buddhism's fame in the world relies on fist and foot kung fu, and they are hypocritical, claiming that the sword hurts heaven, so the disciples only practice fist and foot kung fu, and only practice stick method.

"Although he is famous all over the world, but when it comes to real fighting, we are not necessarily weaker than him!" A beautiful woman shook her head, and she said softly: "What Jun Moxiao and Wang Ping'an are afraid of is his deeds and his identity, as long as we don't be ruthless, the people of Buddhism will definitely not come to find fault." ”

"I don't understand!"

At this moment, a woman frowned, and she said to herself with a puzzled face: "Buddhism will be rewarded for doing things, and provoking them is equivalent to provoking a swarm of annoying bees.

"You don't understand this?" The middle-aged man standing beside her shook his head slowly, and he said lightly: "Li Qinglian kills people without leaving a living mouth, in his opinion, all those who stop in front of him will die!"

"If it weren't for the monk's luck, I'm afraid he would have become a ghost under the sword. Several times in the entire Buddhism, there are only two people who can be compared with Li Qinglian, one is a little monk who has no virtue, and the other is a Buddha!"

He paused, and spoke again: "The Buddha has long since escaped from the world, if he goes out of the mountain for a junior, he will be ridiculed when he is known!"

"If the Buddhists dare to provoke Li Qinglian, how can they survive, and there will be at least ninety percent fewer temples in the world by then. ”

"Buddhism ......"

His voice was contemptuous, mocking.

"It's just a bunch of hypocritical fools, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard......"

The people in the rivers and lakes are very conceited, and the big people who broke out of the sky have brought this point into full play.

Guys who don't walk around the rivers and lakes and don't have proud records are destined not to be recognized by them.

The other side.

"The little monk is the eldest disciple of the Buddha's throne, and he has no Dharma name, and he has seen a female benefactor!"

"Amitabha!"

The monk whispered the Buddha's horn and bowed down to perform the Buddha's salute.

The golden robe he wore looked golden in the sunlight and exuded an air of holiness.

"What's the matter with the little monk?"

Lin Xi looked at the young monk, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, she waved her sleeves and said casually.

"The little monk was ordered by the Buddha to go down the mountain to stop a female swordsman from causing trouble, I wonder if the female benefactor has seen that person?"

Interesting......

Lin Xi's face was full of banter, his eyes flickered, and his heart was full of thoughts.

Since you are here to find that woman, why did you choose such an appearance?

Or are monks now accustomed to high-profile and domineering appearances?

Although it is not clear why there is a vision of the golden lotus in the sky, it is definitely not caused by the artistic conception.

Could it be that he showed up with great fanfare, just for a few useless nonsense?

The mouth says no, but the body is very honest!

It's just a sanctimonious beast......

Lin Xi greeted the breeze, the sunset, and the cold gaze of the young monk, she smiled slowly, laughing unscrupulously.

Even if this monk is not an ordinary person, he still has to bow down under my pomegranate skirt after all!

She has never had a good impression of Buddhism, but at this moment, after meeting this monk, a novel idea suddenly popped up.

So she laughed, she didn't skimp on her charm, and at the moment she did her best to create a gorgeous and peerless temperament.

Lin Xi is very beautiful, so beautiful that it is suffocating, at this moment, she is smiling, and she has all kinds of charms, making everything in heaven and earth lose their brilliance, and let the breeze around her slip away in shame.

The young monk was stunned, not knowing what to do.

He felt that the woman in front of him was more attractive than any Buddhist scripture, and no Buddhist principles or relief could compare to this woman's smile.

A monstrous wave set off in the monk's heart, and a buzzing sound came from his mind.

He prayed to the Buddha and bowed to the Buddha only because he had the Buddha in his heart, and as for what he really obtained, only he himself knew.

I sat in front of the Buddha for thirteen years, and I didn't see the Buddha feel pity.

At this moment, he felt that the Buddha was at fault.

After all these years of meditation, he only learned from Buddha statues to be indifferent and ruthless.

The Buddha was wrong, and he was wrong.

If the world is really Zen, the most subtle place is not as good as the woman in front of you, not as good as one ten-thousandth of her.

He has traveled thousands of miles alone, talked to thousands of people, seen all kinds of people, had joys, and sorrows.

In the past, he enjoyed it and thought it was worth it, but now that he thinks about it, it is boring after all.

Stop, look back, only deep and sparse.

"Little Monk ......"

Lin Xi seemed to be smiling, and his watery eyes fell on the other party, making his heart tremble.

"Can you tell me what you're here for now?"

The monk was stunned, and Wang Ping'an and Jun Moxiao were also stunned.

They couldn't understand why such a gorgeous and peerless woman would show such an expression to a little monk.

It's like it's being teased......

"Why?" Jun Mo muttered to himself with a smile, his heart tingling, and his face pale.

He and Wang Ping'an were no worse than this monk, but she had never spoken to them in such a tone.

In the breeze.

The young monk's heart swelled with joy before, he had never done this before, so he looked dazed.

He likes it and expects the other party to continue like this.

Wang Ping'an and Jun Moxiao were full of sorrow, and their hearts were extremely uncomfortable.