?“ All kinds of beings in the world, all living beings, all running for fame and fortune, and I don't know what the great bliss is?If the heart is like a void, the silence hangs, and then the body is in hell, and it is heaven in an instant" A slight but clear voice came out of the temple. net

This slight and clear voice revealed a sense of peace and calm, and at the same time, the dry corpse sitting in the center of the hall moved slightly.

Everyone present was shocked, and only then did they notice the corpse-like man again.

This is an old monk who looks extremely old, his teeth have also fallen out, only two extremely long white withered eyebrows fluttering on his face, about to hang down to his shriveled chest, wearing a very old monk's robe, the monk's robe has long been tattered, so thin that the chest and abdomen are collapsed, and the limbs are as thin as firewood branches, especially the deep-set eye sockets look like two black holes, which are extremely terrifying, but the eyes revealed in the partial eye sockets are so compassionate and warm.

A red-gold chain passed through the old monk's belly like a broken drum, looking extremely hideous.

"Who are you?"

A woman in colorful clothes spoke in a trembling voice, her jade hand tightly grasping a jade hook, and her true yuan power was rolling, ready to shoot at any time.

The old monk slowly raised his head, and the golden chains in his abdomen clanked, probably driving the pain in his body, and a trace of pain appeared on his skinny and ghost-like face, and his eyes were still warm in his eyes, but they brought out a bit of memorable reminiscence.

"Amitabha, the old monk restrained himself and suppressed demons with his body for more than a thousand years, but he didn't expect to see so many young geniuses before he passed away. In particular, some of my Buddhist disciples have also come. With a weak mouth, the old monk still gave people a feeling like a spring breeze.

"Binding oneself and suppressing demons with one's body for more than a thousand years?"

For those who are compassionate in Buddhism, who are willing to sacrifice themselves in exchange for the happiness of sentient beings, Moko has always been extremely worshipful. The first time he saw this old monk, Mo Ke had the feeling of meeting a high-ranking monk, and at this moment, this emotion was inexplicably ten times stronger.

Hearing the old monk's words, the faces of the more than 30 people present changed, especially the idiot and the mortal, who were even more overjoyed.

It didn't seem to see everyone's expressions at all, and the old monk continued to mutter, "Back then, there was a great demon leader in the Emperor Star, who practiced the miserable supreme demon skill, gluttonously devoured the demon skill, killed the cultivators, and even sucked the vitality of mortals, created evil everywhere, and caused thousands of sins. It's a pity that his strength is very strong, he has reached the peak of the tribulation, and he even has some magic weapons, his whereabouts are strange, and he has done a lot of evil, but no one can help him. ”

"And then?" said one of the young men, curious.

Smiling slightly, the old monk continued to say calmly: "Poor monk, I had a small Dharma name in the Emperor Star back then, called Master Yushou Buddha Heart Fuxian, and my cultivation is okay. So, the poor monk invited two junior disciples, and the three of them wanted to kill the demon. We searched for a long time, and finally met with the wings, a tragic fight, the two junior brothers fell, and the poor monk desperately used himself as a seal, sealing the devil in this Buddhist treasure purple mill gold temple. ”

"Amitabha, good, good, the big devil is all the best? No wonder! No wonder! The little monk once heard the master mention it, as for the master, your Dharma name little monk has also heard a little, but you are the elder of Puji Temple?"

There was a slight glint in his eyes, and he naturally would not miss such an opportunity, and he hurriedly took great strides, and said to the old monk, "Amitabha, the master is above, the little monk once heard the teachings of the elder of my Panruo Temple for a year, and heard the name of the master many times, but I didn't expect that I really had the fate to meet the master." ”

"Master is merciful, I will worship!"

"Master, you are really a model of Buddhism, in this way, what do you command, even if you tell me how to do it? I am a Confucian scholar under Yang Shusheng, and my family teacher also mentioned the name of the master for me."

As Fan stepped forward to curry favor, suddenly, except for one or two people, all the more than 30 people present opened their mouths, and every word was to slap each other and get enough benefits.

Obviously, the old monk in front of him is suppressing demons with his body, and he has already run out of oil, but he must have many magic weapons and secret techniques, once obtained, it is an unimaginably huge wealth. Mo Ke naturally saluted the old monk respectfully, but as for the seventh princess, she was slim and did not move.

"Master, what about the adversary, but you suppressed it and died?"

"Master, how did you appear in the Immortal Mansion, and what do you have to do with the master of this Immortal Mansion?"

Apparently, many cultivators also discovered some doubts and asked questions one after another, wanting to know more about it. At the same time, some cultivators began to quietly transmit the soul transmission and discussed with each other.

Glancing at everyone like an elder looking at his descendants, the old monk said in a hoarse voice, "I used my body to suppress the demon that day, and I have been severely injured, so in order to prevent accidents, I notified my friend, who is the owner of this immortal mansion." It's a pity that what I used was the Great Mandala Refuge Formation, and I used the Natal Buddha Treasure Six Brahma Jun Heavenly Buddha Wheel as the eyes of the array, the origin consumption was too intense, and I was about to pass away in Nirvana, and I couldn't bear to see my own Dharma and various treasures disappear forever, so I called out. You and all the others, whether they are my Buddhist disciples or not, all have a fate, and they have the opportunity to get everything from me. ”

"Whew!"

The old monk stretched out his shriveled right hand tremblingly, and gently waved towards the stele in front of him, and suddenly, the golden light that surrounded it all dissipated, and the stele showed a line of iron-walled silver hook-like handwriting, vigorous and powerful, but very round, giving people a feeling of warmth like jade.

I saw that on this stone stele, it was written, "Amitabha, a destined person, a poor monk with a jade hand Buddha heart and a virtuous heart, to suppress the demon here, the devil is wiped out, and the poor monk is also integrated with the Zimo Golden Temple, which cannot be separated." The poor monk doesn't know if he will meet someone who is destined to pass on his lifelong treasures and secret skills, so he leaves the Golden Temple Origin Tablet and refines it to get a great fate. ”

After saying this, the old monk's tone became more and more low, and he felt like a gossamer.

"In fact, the poor monk should have passed away ten years ago, and he has always been unwilling to worry that all the secret techniques of the Buddha treasure will fall into the hands of evil people, so he can survive to this day. Fortunately, you are very good, very good, the poor monk will spend a trace of the origin of zuihou, weaken the eight-layer great mandala refuge formation thirty breaths, you wait for the fate. With a smile, there was a warm smile in the old monk's eyes.

The old monk's gaze wandered around among the more than 30 people in the audience, especially on the Buddhist disciples such as Yi Yi and Mo Ke, and stayed for a moment longer, and everyone felt the kindness and trust of the other party, and even a touch of warmth of being spoiled.

"Amitabha! A great monk! He really deserves to be a famous monk in my Buddhist sect, and if he can listen to the master's teachings more often, he will definitely benefit a lot! ”

The blood in his heart was boiling, Mo Ke solemnly and solemnly bowed, and recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the master is merciful, he is really a high monk of my Buddhism, please accept my Mo Ke worship!"

"Master Great Mercy! Please accept my salute!"

"The master is really a Buddhist monk, although Xiaosheng is a disciple of Confucianism, he is also willing to accept the mantle of the master and kill demons!"

With Mo Ke's solemn bow, suddenly, everyone present spoke in unison, and there were even a few people, with admiration on their faces, but their figures quietly flickered a few times, approaching the formation outside the Purple Grinding True Gold Temple.

These small actions naturally can't hide from the eyes of others, and everyone has a tacit understanding, and they all approach the Zimo True Gold Temple.

As they moved forward, the more than 30 people present had a tacit understanding of gathering into several camps, and of course, there were also a few lone wanderers.

Mo Ke admired this old monk very much, and at the same time, the other party's many treasured Buddha treasures also made him heartbroken, and he had the determination to win. In Moko's view, if such a precious Buddha treasure and secret art fall into the hands of people who don't know Buddha nature such as idiots, it is just white jade and flawed, and as for falling into the hands of other people, I am afraid that it is even more inappropriate.

When everyone was approaching the temple, Moko naturally did not lag behind and came towards this temple.

At this moment, the fragrant breeze around Moke was blowing, and the graceful figure of the seventh princess appeared, and she whispered, "Giggle little monk, this old monk's mantle, this princess thinks you are more suitable, rest assured, wait a minute, if there is a fight, this princess will help you." ”

"Amitabha, such a little monk is the first donor. Moko was stunned, although he folded his hands, and responded.

Kindly looking at the gathered people, the old monk raised his arms, the monk's clothes on his arms were ragged, his fingers were slightly opened and a handprint, the bones under the skin of the ten fingers were terrifying, and the handprints of the bones and hands lightly released a warm breath that made people feel quiet, like two white lotuses.

The old monk, who is as thin as a ghost, sits in the purple mill real gold temple, with a white lotus seal on his bones and hands, his eyes are gentle and compassionate, and he has a trace of regretful expression.

"When he gets the glass one day, may the inside and outside be thorough, flawless and unblemished, Amitabha"

With the whispering words, the white lotus petals formed by the old monk's bones and hands bloomed, turning into a trace of bright and warm Buddha light, and the wisps dissipated, blending into the Buddha array that enveloped the entire temple in front of him. Kneel and beg to share

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