"Old Shakya!"

Faint words rang out in the Buddha hall.

The faces of the two monks changed greatly, where did this seem to be to come to the Buddha to exchange experiences, obviously it was a smashing field.

"Master, please wait a moment. The two glanced at each other, saluted Ling Bai, and turned to leave.

Ling Bai nodded secretly, the White Horse Temple is worthy of being a thousand-year-old temple with a long heritage, and the quality of the monks in the temple is different from that of other temples. He put his mind down, looked at his nose and nose, and looked at his heart, like an old monk sitting still, motionless under the Golden Buddha, only the twelve ring scars on the top of his head flowed from time to time with soft Buddha light.

It is like crossing a chasm between the stars and the heavens.

But once you are promoted to the heavenly position, you can already resonate with heaven and earth, and use part of the power of heaven and earth for your own use.

The power of heaven and earth, the power of creation.

If you want to use the power of the stars to attack the strong with the weak, and go retrograde, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream.

Even a Heavenly Rank Master with the worst talent can kill a talented Star Rank Genius without much effort.

Of course, Ling Bai is an exception, he's a freak...

If you exclude a series of factors such as the Immortal Flying Knife, Little Lori, and Donghua Remnant Thoughts, when he was in the big star position, he could only rely on the power of the bloodline and exercises to protect himself against the people in the small heaven position.

Ascending to the heavenly position, it is more of a change in mood.

The reason why Tianli can be called a master is closely related to the combat power value and mood.

It was actually unwise for Ling Bai to break into the White Horse Temple alone, now all he could rely on was the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife, which would not appear until the moment of crisis, and he couldn't control it. And the White Horse Temple has a long heritage, and the masters in it are like clouds, and it can be said that it is very simple to trap him.

But in this life, people always insist on doing something that others think is stupid.

Miaoguang and Jiecai are all monks in his temple, if you don't save them, what will Landa Temple talk about to grow.

At this moment, crackling footsteps sounded outside the hall, dense like raindrops. The foothold is powerful, the momentum is amazing, and it should be the warrior monk of the White Horse Temple.

"Whoever dares to call himself Shakya in front of the Buddha is simply presumptuous. ”

A deafening shout rang out, and the ground trembled slightly.

Ling Bai was unmoved, and said lightly: "You are not qualified to talk to the old man, let your abbot come." ”

The abbot of Landa Temple should naturally negotiate with the abbot of White Horse Temple, otherwise it will not be a mess of generations.

The man who came was thirty years old, his eyes were wide, and he stood in front of Ling Bai like a black King Kong, and when he heard what he said, his face suddenly sank.

"Just a little monk, what qualifications do you have to see the abbot? You are here to ransom people?"

Now that he knows his identity and dares to do so, there must be someone behind him.

If I'm not mistaken, the abbot should be watching from a dark place.

Ling Bai turned a deaf ear and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

"Death curse?" Black King Kong's face changed drastically, this is to surpass them, so arrogant.

"Little monk, get out!"

He shouted violently, raised his hand and pressed it weakly, and turned his palm into a claw, grabbing Ling Bai behind his back.

There are no complicated fancy moves, no imaginary fierce collisions, no terrifying internal force fluctuations, only an ordinary finger, Ling Bai's fingers on the palm, silently shattering all the attacks of Black King Kong.

boom

Black King Kong's huge body took dozens of steps backwards, and he fell until he reached the front of the temple gate before he could stop.

The corners of his eyes throbbed violently, and the finger just now was so powerful that it was in harmony with heaven and earth, and it could completely pierce his palm. But the other party didn't do this, just forced him back, obviously keeping his hand.

"Amitabha, the old man doesn't want to kill more, let those who can speak come out. ”

A Buddha horn shook the hearts of all the warrior monks, like being struck by lightning, and they coughed up blood one after another.

The Black King Kong cultivation is more advanced, and the others look sluggish, and they are already foreign.

"Presumptuous, how can you hurt people in the heavy land of Buddhism?"

Black King Kong did not relent, adjusted his breath slightly, and then rushed up again.

"Help, step aside. ”

A fluttering voice made Black King Kong shake all over, and then he stepped aside with a respectful expression, guarding the door like a black iron tower.

A monk with a face like a white beard and a majestic expression walked into the hall and chuckled: "The poor monk is empty, I have seen Senior Brother Ling Bai. ”

Yuankong, the first seat of the Dharma Academy, the abbot of the White Horse Temple, Master Yuanjing's younger brother.

Yuan Kong greeted Ling Bai with a junior salute, which can be said to be decent.

Ling Bai hummed, "What about the original scene, let him come to see me." ”

"Senior Brother is chanting, and the poor monk has come to discuss Buddhism with Senior Brother Ling Bai. Yuan Kong walked to the futon next to Ling Bai and sat down.

Ling Bai frowned slightly, and sneered: "The original scene is really interesting. Sit down and talk about the Fa, you are not qualified enough, get out. ”

Yuan Kong's face remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "Whether it is qualified or not, the Buddha Lord has the final say, and Senior Brother Ling Bai doesn't count what he says." ”

"Yes, then you can explain your Dharma. ”

Ling Bai knew that he couldn't do this, he couldn't see the original scene, and there was nothing to be ashamed of discussing Buddhism regardless of his generation.

Yuan Kong nodded, straightened the right color, opened a lotus flower, and expounded the Dharma.

It is worthy of being the first of the White Horse Temple, and its understanding of Buddhism is extremely deep.

This kind of struggle on the Dharma is a literary struggle in Buddhism, but it is more dangerous than a martial fight, it is a blow to the mind, and it can easily destroy a person's Buddha mind, and there is no chance to attain Bodhi again.

Ling Bai sneered in his heart, since the other party had made a dead move, he didn't have to keep it.

In the face of Haraku's aggressiveness, he just smiled at the corner of his mouth and was unmoved. It's just that the twelve ring scars on the top of the head bloom with supreme Buddha light, and they easily envelop the original emptiness of the lotus flower in the mouth.

"I'm a Buddha, and I talk about the Dharma with the Buddha, don't you think it's child's play?"

One word

Let the original emptiness be like a lightning strike, wow, spit out blood, and the face is like gold paper.

His Buddha heart had been destroyed, and he sat on the futon in despair, his body trembling like chaff.

"You are a Buddha... You are the Buddha.. You've become a Buddha, and I'm still ... What kind of Buddha to cultivate...."

"Hahaha... You are a Buddha, what are we?"

"What kind of Buddha to cultivate... What's the point.... It's better to eat and drink spicy food, rolling red dust, but it's just a flick of your fingers..."

The original void was like a madness, raised his head and laughed wildly, got up from the ground in a panic, and stumbled out of the hall.

There was a crowd at the door to see the lively monks, so they hurriedly stepped forward to stop it.

"Uncle Yuankong, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncle Yuankong, calm down. ”

Yuan Kong laughed: "What are you doing, come with me to eat meat and drink wine." ”

He grabbed a little monk and said with a smile: "Go out to play with women, you must not have tasted women." ”

The little monk made a big red face, but he couldn't break free, and lowered his head in shame.

The monks hid their faces one after another to avoid Yuankong's gaze, for fear that he would say something shocking again.