After everyone came down from this "Tibetan Zen Pagoda", a small novice from the temple came to report that the vegetarian meal had been prepared. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shifang casually took the jade cicada into his arms and invited everyone to go to the banquet together.

The cooking skills of the Huo Gong Dao people, who have been praised by all directions, are really good, and a table of all-vegetarian feasts is full of color, flavor, and flavor. Except for Li Gongfu, who seemed to be a little unpleasant, everyone else was feasting. Xu Jiaorong and Bai Suzhen both went to ask the fire worker how to make a few dishes, and prepared to cook them for their father-in-law after returning home.

After using this vegetarian meal, Li Gongfu and others said goodbye to Shifang, Shifang saw that it was not early, so they did not stay deeply, and personally sent everyone out of the temple and waved goodbye on the side of the road.

However, he said that Shifang returned to Lanruo Temple, took the two little novices to the temple for evening classes, and then returned to his meditation room.

He took out the jade cicada first and played with it. Today, Li Gongfu's performance naturally can't hide from his eyes, this person seems to have discovered it early in the morning, and then deliberately guided everyone to discover the existence of this thing. If it weren't for the fact that he already had some friendship with him, I was afraid that he would unceremoniously and quietly take this thing away.

Carefully looked at the jade cicada in his hand over and over again for a while, but Shifang couldn't see anything special about it. Later, he even used his divine sense to check it, and the result was the same.

He put the jade cicada on the table with some disappointment, and sighed lightly: "It seems that the poor monk is not enough after all. ”

Although he found nothing, the spiritual cultivation of the ten directions was extraordinary after all, and he quickly dispelled these lost emotions, restored his clear state of mind of tranquility and self-peace, and sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, staring at meditation.

The mind of the ten directions is gradually immersed in the mysterious realm of no thought, no one and no self, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, colorlessness, fragrance, sound, taste, touch, and dharma.

Suddenly, the jade cicada placed on the table suddenly shook slightly, and spit out a little golden light from its mouthparts. The golden light slowly floated up, turning into a golden cicada about the size of a fingertip in the air.

Originally, although Shifang had no distractions, if there was any disturbance in the outside world, he should be alert immediately. But at this moment, he was unaware of the changes in this jade cicada, and his mind was still immersed in the perception of the Dharma and Zen machine.

The phantom of the golden cicada suddenly flapped the transparent cicada wings, turning into a golden light that flew towards Shifang's eyebrows, and when it touched his skin, it melted in without hindrance.

Shifang was still sitting cross-legged unconsciously, but under the calm and waveless heart lake, many strange and familiar memories came up, turning into a circle of ripples, gradually merging with his original memory.

In a trance, Shifang saw himself sitting on the highest point of a majestic and huge city, which was the top of the highest hall in a palace complex. Beside him, there were two young men dressed in black and white clothes. The young man in black was twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a tall and tall figure, a handsome face, and a faint convincing majesty between his eyebrows, while the young man in white was only seventeen or eighteen years old, not tall, thin and thin, with a handsome face, and bright eyes, and his thin lips were always slightly upturned, often with a hint of mockery.

At this moment, the three young men each carried a huge wine jar half a person high in their hands, and the black-clothed young man laughed loudly: "Two brothers, after drinking this altar to go out to fight wine, we are going to have a real fight with that man." We really don't have a good chance of winning this battle, have you ever regretted being brothers with me and getting involved in this right and wrong?"

The white-clothed young man smiled, raised the wine jar and said with a sky-high pride that was not commensurate with his appearance: "Where did the eldest brother come from? When we first worshipped, we swore an oath that we would not be born on the same day and month of the same year, but for die on the same day and month of the same year." What's more, it may not be the three of us brothers who died in this battle. Two brothers, when we finish this jar of wine, and then go together to turn over the old immortal who should have died a long time ago!"

Later, Shifang saw that he also raised the wine jar and said with a smile: "The third brother said this best. As the saying goes, 'Brothers are of the same heart, and their profits are gold', so let our brothers fight side by side again today. Big brother, third brother, please!"

The young man in black also laughed and raised the wine jar. Three huge jars of wine poured together, and the elixir in the jars poured down like a waterfall, pouring into the open mouths of the three of them on their backs.

After a full stick of incense, the mouths of the three wine jars dropped the last drop of wine at the same time, and the three of them laughed and raised their arms to throw the wine jars upward. The three huge wine jars flew up more than a thousand zhang high, collided with each other in the air, and shattered into countless fine pieces of dust scattered with the wind in the sky.

The three of them laughed in unison again, and in the laughter, a dark and restrained black armor appeared on the body of the black-clothed young man, while the white-clothed young man wore an arrogant golden battle armor, and Shifang wore a white robe made of unknown silk threads.

The young man in black said: "Second brother, you have the best writing among our three brothers, can you make an essay before the war to boost morale?"

Shifang looked up at the vast sky and shouted aloud without thinking: "I want this day, and I can't cover my eyes anymore, I want this earth, and I can't bury my heart anymore, I want all living beings to understand my intentions, and I want the gods and Buddhas to disappear!"

"Wonderful! Great! As it should be!" the young man in black and the young man in white clapped and laughed together.

The bodies of the three people soared into the air at the same time, flying straight into the sky above them.

A dark crack suddenly opened in the sky, and a palm slowly pierced through the crack. The five fingers of the palm of the hand are like five dangerous peaks hanging down, and the palm of the palm is even more thousands of miles in a circle, covering the sky and the sun and falling down towards the three people.

A small black tower appeared out of thin air on the right palm of the black-clothed young man, and then his tongue burst into thunder with a thunderbolt-like roar, and he struggled to throw the small tower upward.

The small tower, which was no more than a foot high, swelled violently in the air, and in an instant turned into a huge statue as tall as it was, slamming into the giant hand with an unfathomable and unfathomable force.

In a loud bang that resounded through the heavens and the earth, the giant hand exploded as a whole and turned into a massive amount of pure vitality. The giant tower swept away these vitality like a black hole, turned back to its original size, and fell back into the hands of the black-clothed young man.

The figures of the three of them accelerated at the same time, and in a flash flew into the huge gap in the air that was slowly closing.

The sky returned to calm, and after a while, a boundless rain of blood appeared out of thin air and fell out of thin air. In an instant, the land of the Central Plains turned red......

I don't know when, Shifang, who was sitting cross-legged in the meditation room, was already in tears. He slowly opened his eyes, and the true qi of Buddhism in his body, which had been refined for more than ten years, converged like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, and in an instant, he had completed hundreds of repeated condensation and compression, turning into a round bead with golden light.

The relics of Buddhism are completed, and the catastrophe of heaven is immediate. As soon as the air landed, there was a faint thunder roar, and the thunder tribulation of the first of the three tribulations of thunder, fire, and wind had already taken shape.