The warrior monks looked at each other, and someone began to try to convince Jiang He.

"Did you know that this festival was set up by the presiding officer. ”

Jiang He shook his head.

"No, no, no. ”

"The host attaches great importance to this puja, and those who are brilliant can observe the water purification bowl. ”

Wait a minute.

"Water purification bowl?"

"Yes, on weekdays, only the host and acting host can observe the water purification bowl, and this time to break the ban is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. ”

The three words of the water purification bowl dispelled all Jiang He's concerns, the third uncle was still waiting for her, she must get the water purification bowl.

"When I first attend the Festival, what is the Festival like?"

A monk stood up and replied:

"The puja is divided into two parts: the Dharma Discussion and the Warrior Monk Ring, the Discussion is led by the presiding officer and we discuss the meaning of a certain Buddhist principle, and the Warrior Monk Ring is to test the martial arts ability of all the monks. ”

She must not be able to do it, maybe she can still fight in the ring.

"Thank you, masters. ”

"Since you are already a disciple of Buddhism, you can call us Buddha. Disciple Buddha said Dongruo, looking forward to meeting you at the puja. ”

These warrior monks seemed to respect Jiang He very much, but Jiang He clearly saw a strong battle intent in their eyes.

It is no wonder that they have worked hard for decades and hundreds of years, and they were suddenly struck by a layman, and no one would be reconciled. Presumably, they all wanted to learn from Jiang He, so they collectively came to persuade her to participate in the festival.

Jiang He was relieved, and gave a salute with one hand, "Thank you, see you tomorrow." ”

Jiang He left, turned around and slowly clenched his fists.

Maybe she had a foundation in martial arts, and she didn't feel too much Buddha's will, but she just felt that she needed a hearty fight.

The ring match is with her.

The fighting spirit burned, the pattern at the center of Jiang He's eyebrows appeared, and the red faintly flashed gold, which was strange and Buddha-like, very weird.

Back in the house on the top of the mountain, Jiang He met Ruokong.

His attitude had obviously changed dramatically and he had become unusually respectful.

"Yi Shaoxia, since you have cultivated the Arhat body, you can no longer waste for lay disciples, after this festival, please officially shave your ordination and enter my Buddhism. ”

"But I still have a spirit body. ”

"In the pure place of Buddhism, disciples need to concentrate on serving the Buddha. ”

Jiang He's eyes narrowed slightly, then opened again, she touched her hair, and her eyes changed. This is because she has received the benefits of the Ten Thousand Buddha Gate, and the Ten Thousand Buddha Gate requires her to stay, and she is not allowed to cultivate the spiritual body in the future, so that there is a pure place for the Buddha Gate.

She hadn't forgotten that there were many Buddhist cultivators among the people who had calculated that she had destroyed her spiritual vein, nor did she forget the hatred hidden in the politeness of those warrior monks. She has always known that the so-called Buddha cultivation is just a cultivator wrapped in a Buddha statue.

No one is kinder than anyone else.

She smiled, "Okay, it's my greatest honor that Buddha is willing to accept me." ”

Ruokong breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully stepped back.

In fact, he was very afraid of this white-faced general with a handsome face and a bewitching air.

At the beginning, this person was afraid of him in the Xuanzhen Intensive, and this time he cultivated the Arhat body so easily, and the spirit body was added to the Buddha's body, which made people wonder if he was an inhuman thing, and he put on the skin of Zeng to cause trouble to all sentient beings. Shimen's decision this time also has the meaning of controlling him to spy on him, hoping that this person will be obedient and not do anything earth-shattering.

A day passed in a flash, and Jiang He got up early to practice. All the warrior monks almost got up together to practice martial arts.

When she practiced martial arts seriously, the temperament of the golden iron horse was undoubtedly revealed, which made the monks frequently look sideways.

It was a kind of temperament of licking blood at the tip of a knife, and there was no Buddha nature in one punch, only killing intent. Looking at it with a cold face, a beautiful face is like a Shura, which makes people chill.

Everyone is even more slack in their hearts, this murderous aura is like a demon cultivator, how can they gain a foothold in Buddhism!