Hearing Lin Chen's words, it was already affirmed in the pure hollow heart, but he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, his face changed for a while, and he suddenly sighed with his palms, and said: "Good, good, strange, strange! No wonder the donor can understand the mantra and Buddha's meaning so easily, the poor monk thought that Jingchen was the only person in the world who could visualize the Dharma body of the Ming King, but he didn't expect the donor to have this fate, it was really ......" In the end, the senior brother of Fanyin Temple didn't know how to describe it, but the meaning of the words was sighing.

Lin Chen was a little embarrassed by the reaction of the clear space, and said: "Master is serious, to be honest, I don't know why I visualize it, and my Dharma foundation is shallow, whether I can condense that Dharma body is also a question......

I didn't want to interrupt him with a wave of my hand, so I suddenly put my hands together, leaned down respectfully, and said: "The Buddha is above, and the second generation of the big disciples of Fanyin Temple have seen the immovable Dharma Venerable." ”

Lin Chen was taken aback by the action of clearing the void on the spot, and quickly helped him up, and said in a chaotic voice: "What is the Dharma Venerable, the master is a senior master, it should be me to salute you, isn't this the intention to torment the boy, how can you afford it!"

After the clear space was lifted up by him, he seemed to smile and said: "Fazun said that he laughed, what is there to be sorry for, everyone knows that the King of Fudo Ming is the embodiment of the wrath of the Buddha, used to subdue demons and subdue demons, with great divine power, even if the people of the Buddhist sect in the world are in front of you, they have to carry the rites of posterity and claim to be self-proclaimed." ”

Lin Chen smiled bitterly and said: "Don't call me the Dharma Venerable, I listened to the panic, in front of you, master, where do I dare to call the Taoist Buddha, and besides, I am a Taoist practitioner, even if I am really a reincarnation king, there are other practices and fates in this life, you call me the Dharma Venerable, this is too absurd, besides, in my opinion, it is just a contemplated Dharma body, how can it be taken seriously?"

Jingkong shook his head, took a step back, and said seriously: "This is not good, the donor is not from my Buddhism, and he may not know the importance that my Buddhism attaches to the Dharma Body." The so-called such as I hear, access to Vajra Samadhi, my Buddhist disciples, reciting Buddhist scriptures thousands of times, empty in the heart, go to the mundane thoughts, in order to have a thought, visualize the Buddhas, manifest Vajra, the heavenly dragon, the Arhat, the Dharma protector, the Buddha and other Dharma bodies, it can be said that the Dharma body is the embodiment of our Buddha's mind and Dharma, which is equivalent to the advent of the true Buddha, and there is no room for the slightest blasphemy. We are waiting for the people who are to the Buddha, the ceremony can be abolished, and the law cannot be followed, even if the abbot and uncle know, they will have to call the donor a Dharma honor. ”

Hearing the words of this senior brother of Fanyin Temple to explain the origin of the Dharma Body, Lin Chen has gained knowledge, but in the end, he was only shocked and discolored, with a bitterness on his face, what are you kidding, with the thousand-year-old generation of the master of Burning Suffering, it is enough to crush anyone in the Xuanmen, and only the old man on Shu Mountain in the righteous path of the world, as well as those very few old-timers who occasionally appear in the red dust but are difficult to find, can talk to his peers, he is a worldly boy, how can he dare to let the abbot of Fanyin Temple call him a Dharma Zun?

At that moment, Lin Chen shook his head again and again to persuade, but this senior brother Luofu, who usually acts freely, is rare and stubborn about this matter, Lin Chen saw that he could not be dissuaded, so he had to reluctantly divert the topic, looked around, and just fell on the four stone statues, looking at the four statues of King Ming with different expressions and angry eyes, especially the most far-reaching and majestic King Ming, who was still there, suddenly moved in his heart, and secretly thought: " Just look at the mantra mudra of Emperor Wu and Jingchen, it is too strong to speak, listen to what Master Jingkong said before, the "Ming King Descending Curse" is also one of the mantra mudra, and the "Immovable Root Seal" that I inadvertently learned from the stone statue is one of the most powerful methods, if it is matched with the power of the mantra to punch out the "Immovable Root Seal", how powerful should it be?"

Lin Chen pondered and reminisced, thinking of the reaction of the change of color in the clear space at that time, and he couldn't help but feel an urge to try it in his heart. Endure the agitation in his heart, he looked outside the main hall, only to see that the spring rain outside kept falling, the sky has faint signs, as if bright but not bright, the drizzle fell on the edge of the ancient hall, and rushed out of the thin mist, so that the faint light of the sky also reflected the eaves of the Buddha hall from time to time, and there was an indescribable quiet Zen feeling.

Unconsciously, with the end of this Buddhist lecture, the night has passed quietly, and the main hall of the former temple on the gate of Xiaosumeru Mountain in the distance rang a long and low bell, which spread to the distant end, lonely and rare, and saw the vicissitudes of life, as if it could knock the inexplicable sadness in the bell into the hearts of everyone.

Lin Chen quietly listened to the familiar but somewhat unfamiliar sound of the Fanzhong, the wisdom in his eyes was slightly bright, and he was stunned, looking at the gradual spring rain outside the door, he suddenly moved his hands slightly, his mind went with his thoughts, and his demeanor casually moved forward and made a handprint.

Give it a gentle push.

Only for a moment, the breeze in front of the hall was blowing, the rain was uneasy, silent, in the heavy rain curtain, suddenly there was a huge and strange blank, there seemed to be some invisible power in that space, isolating all the breath of heaven and earth, all the raindrops fell into the blank area and separated silently, as if a transparent and full of Buddha flowers suddenly grew in the world.

If you look closely, the Buddha flower in the spring rain is exactly the shape of the handprint he made at this time, and it is exactly the same, and it is very detailed.

It's just that this time the heavens and the earth no longer shake, and the ancient hall and Buddhist artifacts no longer resonate, but invisibly, there seems to be an incomparably majestic and solemn power and momentum, which descends silently and shrouds the ancient temples on this mountain.

Lin Chen looked at his masterpiece in a daze, I don't know how long it took, the breath that lingered in front of the Buddha hall gradually faded, those sparse shadows and slanted wind and rain, drifted into the invisible seal range, everything returned to normal, the scene in front of him seemed to be a little familiar, where had he seen it, after the silence, he came back to his senses, his face was moved, obviously it was himself, and he never thought that his whim, it really presented a scene similar to the scene of the day when Jingchen cast the five mantras and collided with the Witch Emperor.

It was only at this time that Lin Chen really understood what his biggest gain and comprehension was in this night, and looking at the heavy rain and mist outside the hall, his heart couldn't help but be a little agitated.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The clear space made a noise of the Buddha that seemed to be happy and surprised, silently looked at the young man in front of him, and suddenly felt inexplicable feelings in his heart, thinking that he had seen a real miracle in his life, and it was a pity that this benefactor was not a disciple of my Buddhism.

Even if the Buddha's heart is as pure as pure dust, even the patriarch who can withstand the earth-shattering and transcendent sainthood cannot, because in addition to being an obscure and difficult Buddhism, it also represents a number of obstacles of knowledge that cannot be bypassed as long as a student of Buddhism.

However, those cognitive impairments did not seem to have any effect on Lin Chen.

Jingkong was not an ordinary monk, he was an authentic elder brother of Buddhism, and his knowledge was far superior to ordinary people, and he soon understood the real reason why this young man was able to overcome those obstacles.

Those obstacles to the knowledge that are difficult to break through for them Buddhism are like seeing the moon in the fog, and the uncle who once entered the demon from the Buddha has long since overcome.

In the dark, is it that uncle is guiding this young man, he doesn't want to think about it, and he doesn't bother to think about it anymore, the current situation in Fanyin Temple is enough for him to drink thousands of pots of tea for this headache, but if other Buddhist people in the world know that this young man has the Dharma body of the Immovable Ming King, I really don't know how the faces of those who once looked at him coldly and scolded him will be?

As soon as he thought of this, this senior brother of the authentic sect of Buddhism couldn't help but show a faint smile, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Lin Chen bowed down to this senior again, and made a big salute, since he met the senior brother of Fanyin Temple, whether the two of them were drinking tea and discussing the Tao, or talking about each other, Lin Chen has benefited a lot, not to mention that this world is difficult to find, and the Buddhism that knows everything and answers all questions is worthy of his sincere respect.

Jingkong looked at his actions, but he didn't take it to heart, only smiled slightly, and then patted him on the shoulder, and said: "The donor seems to have gained, and the poor monk is also considered to have retired, and the donor will then go to see the abbot and uncle by himself. ”

After saying this, the empty sleeves fluttered slightly, turned around and walked out of the gate, and slowly walked into the rain and fog, and it was far away in less than a while.

Lin Chen silently looked at the back that gradually disappeared in the rain, and was stunned for a while, he walked to the gate under the eaves of the hall, stretched out his hand, and the raindrops falling along the green tiles on the eaves, one drop after another, hit the back of his hand, making a sound of scattered splashes, like a monk gently knocking on the wooden fish, after a long time, Lin Chen slowly withdrew his hand, wiped it on his clothes, and for some reason let out a sigh of relief, turned around and walked in the direction of the corridor.

The corridor is a little dim, looking inward, it looks quite deep, and the pillars on both sides of the forest are lit by permanent lamps every three times, illuminating some places around.

Lin Chen slowly walked through this corridor filled with sandalwood all year round, listened to the sound of wind and rain outside, and walked through the corridor after a long night, and came to the main hall.

Although it was not the first time he had come here, at this moment, every time he took a step forward, his mood became heavier and heavier.

The two heavy mahogany doors in front of him were open, and he could see the bottom at a glance, Lin Chen raised his eyes slightly, and saw that under the lotus throne in the hall, there were two figures sitting opposite each other, it was Master Burning Bitterness and Pure Dust.

He walked into the hall lightly, the two of them didn't seem to care about his arrival, Lin Chen took a closer look, slightly stunned, only to see a chessboard placed between the two, Master Burning Bitterness and Jingchen looked focused, calmly sitting on the futon, there were more than 100 chess pieces on the chessboard, black and white, silently moving in the hall shadow and incense mist, seemingly scattered, but there was a different meaning hidden in it.

Lin Chen watched quietly, and even the sound of breathing subconsciously lightened a little.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, except for the crisp sound of chess pieces gently falling on the chessboard, which sounded quietly every time a long or short period of time.