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On the big Buddha Mountain, the bell chime rings in unison, a round of Buddha light rises, among which there is the Buddha and Bodhisattva looming, the heavenly maiden Jialan flies in the meantime, the sound of chanting and chanting, can be heard for thousands of miles.

All the monks of the Tianlong Monastery clasped their hands together in the direction of the Daxiong Treasure Hall on the top of the mountain, and chanted: "Amitabha." ”

"I wonder which disciple has such a blessing?" a middle-aged monk stopped the broom in his hand and said with envy.

"Senior brother, don't be envious, as long as we work hard to cultivate, we will have such a day. The young monk next to him persuaded him, then lowered his head and swept the fallen leaves, no longer looking aside.

"Alas, how can it be so easy!"

Just as it takes a lot of energy for the Great Banyan King to condense a fruit of wisdom, every Zen Dharma meeting in Tianlong Monastery also takes 10,000 years of accumulated wishing power, and the choice of each object is very cautious.

"Senior Brother Qingshan is really not a demon king. ”

In a Zen monastery, a monk opened his eyes, showed a smile of relief, and then closed his eyes again and continued to practice.

In the center of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Li Qingshan sat in an informal posture under the gaze of the towering Buddha statue, his hands were placed on his knees at will, his long black hair was scattered and drooping, and there was also a solemn atmosphere on his bronze face.

Suddenly, the Buddha's slightly closed eyes seemed to open a little, and the rich golden lips spit out a mysterious Zen sound.

The smallpox falls on the sea of knowledge, swinging a round of ripples, and the ripples converge and bloom a lot of golden lotus.

Li Qingshan's posture gradually relaxed, and he simply changed to sit cross-legged again. One hand supports the cheek, and the face is thoughtful and real.

Outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the fearless monk's expression relaxed: "He really has Buddha nature." ”

If a demon king from the demon realm came to enjoy this Zen heart puja, he would inevitably collapse his will, lose control of his magic power, and die on the spot, but there was no trace of struggle on his face, and he accepted it calmly, which showed that he was not a demon king.

"Senior brother is still not at ease!" said the monk who was not angry.

"If you are an abbot. You can't rest assured. "Fearless monks.

Time passes. The sun is setting, the sky is getting late, only the light on the Big Buddha Mountain is shining brighter, and the believers within thousands of miles. They all knelt on the ground in the direction of the Big Buddha Mountain. Worship.

Suddenly. A seven-colored glow of light came from far and near, broke into this golden sky, and fell in front of the mountain gate of the Tianlong Zen Temple. Turned into a ruddy-faced, radiant monk, wearing a golden red robe, pendant jewels, exuding a strange brilliance, holding a nine-ring Zen staff in his hand, walking between the rings, jingling.

"Senior Brother Qibao is here, and he is not welcome. ”

With a bang, the mountain gate opened, the door of the mountain was opened, and the fearless monk personally greeted him, clasped his hands together, and bowed.

"Fearless junior brother, we haven't seen each other for a hundred and thirty years since you succeeded to the position of abbot of Tianlong Monastery!" The Seven Treasures Monk King returned the salute, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but it disappeared in a flash.

"Please!" the fearless monk raised his sleeves, and the two monks came to the top of the mountain side by side, and saluted the monk who was not angry.

"Unfortunately today, the Daxiong Treasure Hall is occupied, please go to the side hall to sit down. "Fearless monks.

"I wonder who is listening to the Zen Meditation puja?" asked the Seven Treasure Monk King, pointing to the closed Mahavira Hall.

"A disciple. The fearless monk didn't want to say much, and he looked at the monk who was not angry, wondering about the intention of the Seven Treasures monk.

The three of them came to the side hall and sat down, the little novice held the tea, and the Seven Treasures Monk King touched his lips and put it down gently.

"Isn't this tea the same as Senior Brother's appetite?" said the fearless monk.

"I'm used to drinking the three-leaf Bodhi tea of Lingguo Temple, and other teas are always missing a Zen. "The Seven Treasures Monk King said.

"The temple gate is narrow, there is no better tea, but there are a few jars of good wine, can Senior Brother Qibao drink it?"

"Don't be angry with the younger brother is still the same as in the past, although the murderous spirit is much less, but the spirit of wine and meat is getting heavier and heavier, although Zen Buddhism is not formal, but this Buddhist precept still has to be observed, otherwise how can you be an example for all beings?"

"This great responsibility of exemplary sentient beings can only be undertaken by Senior Brother Qibao, and it is as dull as I only have the share of Bawang. "Don't be angry.

The Seven Treasure Monk King heard the irony and smiled slightly: "I advise my junior brother not to be too presumptuous today. ”

As soon as the monk raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, the fearless monk asked: "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, the senior brother is not in Longzhou to meditate, what is the matter with coming to Qingzhou?"

"Speaking of which, this matter is related to the junior disciple who is not angry, do you have a disciple named Li Qingshan?" asked the Seven Treasure Monk King.

The monk was not angry: "Not bad!"

"Seven days ago, the third prince of Great Xia, Ji Qing, wrote to the imperial court, saying that this Li Qingshan practiced magic skills, incarnated as a demon king, and became a lackey of the demon domain, and my Dalingguo Temple has the responsibility of supervising the monks in the world, and sealed the order of the left national teacher, and specially came to investigate, I don't know where Li Qingshan is now, let him come out to see it!"

The Seven Treasures Monk King said lightly, but there was an undoubted taste, and he regarded this Tianlong Zen Monastery as his own backyard, recalling the explanation and promise of Ji Qing before leaving, and strengthened his confidence more and more.

Ji Qing was ruined by Li Qingshan's body, and finally found a new body, and spent a lot of time to fit with the divine soul, but it was inevitable that his cultivation would be greatly damaged, and his hatred for Li Qingshan was high and deep.

Originally, as the crown prince, his body was destroyed and he was almost killed, which was enough to make the imperial court angry, but he and Li Qingshan were fair dueling, and it was also the death match he proposed.

The fearless monk frowned, and sure enough, the person who came was not good.

Lingguo Temple is known as the first temple in the world, the head of the Buddhist sect in Kyushu, the abbot of Lingguo Temple is one of the two great teachers of Great Xia, and has the reputation of commanding the disciples of Buddhism in the world.

And in addition to the name, there is also the relative strength, the monks and kings of the past dynasties are endless, even in the decline of Daxia today, it still makes the fearless monks dare not underestimate.

"Bastard!" the monk scolded.

"What did you say?" the Seven Treasures Monk King grimaced.

"Senior Brother Qibao, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you, but this kid Jiqing, he lost in the duel, and he didn't want to practice hard, but instead came to slander my disciple as a demon king, it's really a shame for the royal family!"

"My Tianlong Zen Monastery has a secret method "Demon Suppression Catalogue", which may seem similar to the Demon Technique, but it is a real Buddhist Exercise, I practice this Technique, am I also a Demon King?"

The monk who was not angry said, and displayed the "Demon Suppression Catalogue", exuding a rolling demonic aura, but it had its own Buddha nature. (To be continued)