"The master is here, what is the matter?" Su Fu turned around and saluted him.

Zen Master Jinghui said with a smile: "The poor monk saw that the donor was independent, and he passed by with this sentient being, not surprised, not sad, not angry, very Zen. It just so happened that all day long, I wanted to invite a good person with profound Buddha nature to show up and speak for all sentient beings. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Su Fu with envy. Needless to say, you can get a very good reward afterwards.

Su Fu's heart turned quickly, and said: "There is such a blessing in the next place! But unfortunately, recently, the old father has disappeared, the inner son is waiting to give birth, and there is a poor and weak young brother and old lady to take care of at home, but I am afraid that there is no time...... This ......"

"The donor doesn't have to be embarrassed, even so, the poor monk doesn't dare to force it. Jinghui's smile was a little unpredictable, "The Guan donor is very unfamiliar with the Buddhas on this platform, and he doesn't know what to ask for. ”

"I just want the family to reunite and be peaceful, can the master have any advice?"

There is a talisman Buddha in the north hall, and the donor can go to ask for a peace charm and hang it on the beam of your house, and you will be able to keep it peaceful. Jinghui said, bowed to everyone one by one, and took the trouble to answer the gossip questions.

Su Fu turned out of this hall and went to the northern hall. This process has been cautious, concentrating on the pure wisdom. However, until he stepped into the northern temple, there was no movement behind him.

This north hall is like the south hall, but also a column of Buddha's golden body, find the guest monk, explain the meaning, immediately a monk took the peace charm to him.

Su Fu put it away closely, showing his attention, and after thanking him, he asked: "Dare to ask the master, there are several Zen masters who are preaching Zen on the square platform today." ”

"There are two. ”

"Very well, farewell. ”

Su Fu asked, and then went to the back of the hall. Out of the Siming Palace, along with the flow of people, there are hundreds of steps, and the four ancient temples are standing early, but they are not open to tourists.

Stopping and looking at it for a while, there is nothing unusual about this ancient temple, and I don't know what the use of standing here is.

The flow of people did not stop, Su Fu also went up with him, climbed hundreds of steps, passed through an archway, saw an empty field, paved by granite, a high platform stood on each side, there was a lotus platform on the high platform, the northwest and southeast corners of the high platform, each had a Zen master speaking.

Under the crowd, thousands of people listened intently, not daring to make a noise.

Su Fu took a light step and came to the high platform in the southeast corner near the stairs, only to see that the person who was talking about Zen on it was actually the Zen master with long eyebrows. Different from Songtao's Zen discussion, its demeanor is very peaceful and serene, as the Buddha is in the shape of a flower, every word, every move, and it has its own natural rhyme. The breath of the crowd adjusted with his meditation, and their hearts couldn't help but be filled with peace and tranquility.

After a while, even he was affected by some influences, and he couldn't help but realize quietly. I have to admit that the Zen method of Buddhism has its own uniqueness, but this long eyebrow, I'm afraid I don't know much about the sea of suffering.

The gaze wanders around, and behind the high platform is the hundreds of steps leading to the central tower, and there are no restrictions. However, at the end of the stairs, there is a circle of high and thick walls, only afraid of dozens of zhang high, enclosing the central tower in it, only a small door to travel, it is also locked, it is difficult to peek into the doorway.

I don't know how many levels of floating slaughter, revealing a few layers, deep into the clouds.

The ice clouds surged, and the four sides of the platform were very cold. Those who listen to Zen are all mortals, how can they withstand this wind and cold.

The Zen realm suddenly stopped, and Changmei said without sadness or joy: "Life, old age, sickness, death, suffering, fear, and happiness are the root of suffering. If your heart is like Bodhi, how can the cold invade the body? ”

This saying is very mysterious, and there is a Buddha light faintly revealed, sprinkled on everyone. Everyone felt warm, and the ice clouds spontaneously dispersed to both sides.

As a result, everyone's eyes couldn't help but have a hint of fanatical worship, long eyebrows smiled faintly, and then talked about Zen again.

On the other hand, on the high platform in the northwest corner, the Zen master saw that everyone could not withstand the cold, so he wanted to use the power of Buddha to resist for everyone. However, his cultivation was insufficient, and he could not be as important as Changmei without traces, so he had to say goodbye to everyone and retreat from the high platform.

As soon as the Zen master left, the crowd naturally dispersed, and couldn't help but rush to this side, and all of a sudden, the crowd surged, and when they came to this side, they realized that they couldn't feel the severe cold, and the people who wanted to leave also stayed, like a snowball, gathering more and more.

Changmei naturally worked harder and harder, and he couldn't help but not work hard, he was only afraid of no less than 5,000 people in the field, resisting the cold for them, and it was several times harder than fighting with Songtao.

However, it is rare for the lecture to be so brilliant, and he naturally spares no effort.

Su Fu saw this scene, looked at the subtle hole in it, looked at the small door outside the central floating slaughter from a distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After talking for about half an hour, Changmei felt that his strength was weak and unsustainable, and he was about to collect his mana, but one of them suddenly fell to the ground, his limbs twitched, and his mouth foamed at the mouth.

"Ah......h What's wrong with my husband?" there was a woman beside him, who couldn't help but lose her face when she saw this, and hurriedly asked Changmei for help.

Changmei immediately stepped down, his divine sense probed into his body, and Shaoqing said gently: "Your husband's pulse is stable, his blood is vigorous, it should be an evil spirit, don't panic, wait for this Zen master to exorcise evil spirits for him." ”

Evil ghosts enter the soul, and in the folk, they are also called ghosts. Probably I saw some incomprehensible and terrible symptoms, imprinted into his soul.

For the monks, it was just a trick. For Su Fu, all he had to do was use the Xuan Ling Channel, as if he had made Yuanxin's junior brother fall into a nightmare.

But he said that Changmei twisted the word "fight", and then woke up the man, and the woman cried with joy: "Thank you Zen master, thank you Zen master, Zen master is really the reincarnation of a living Buddha!"

Changmei smiled faintly, and was about to take advantage of this to get off the donkey down the slope, drawing a perfect end to today's Zen lecture. Unexpectedly, in the crowd, the two of them fell to the ground, their limbs twitched, and they foamed at the mouth.

"Zen Master ......"

Everyone called for help, frowning slightly, but Wen Yan said with relief: "Don't panic, there are poor monks." ”

Then he went to wake up the two of them, and when everyone saw this, they praised Changmei. Changmei secretly complained in his heart, he searched for the man in black last night, he didn't close his eyes all night, and the eyes of the sky were frequently attached, almost to "look through the autumn water", the corner of the man in black had not been touched, but he was tired.

"Alright...... Ladies and gentlemen......"

Before he could finish speaking, several sounds of "bang bang bang" fell to the ground, causing him to swallow the words he wanted to vomit into his stomach, and his face was gloomy: "This Zen master is here, and there are still demons who dare to make trouble, I don't know whether to live or die!"

The consciousness spreads out, and every inch is searched.

Everyone was shocked on the spot by this shocking statement, but after a while, they couldn't help but be scared when they didn't see him move.

Several people lay on the ground convulsing, foaming at the mouth. Changmei retracted his senses, his brows furrowed deeply, and he was about to be rescued, but the sound of "bang bang bang" in his ears suddenly stopped, and hundreds of people fell to the ground and convulsed at the same time.

A silent fear inevitably spread, and I don't know who began to shout: "Run!"

More than 5,000 mortals made a "whoosh", as if they had blown up the pot, and fled in all directions in a panic.

Looking at the dumbfounded and long eyebrows on the spot, Su Fu smiled inexplicably, and rushed towards the tower with the flow of fleeing people.

"Pro!"

Changmei's reaction was extremely fast, and when his tongue thundered, all the mortals who fell to the ground came to their senses, and their faces were dazed.

However, once the atmosphere of panic spreads, it will be like a flood of beasts, out of control.

"Don't panic, don't panic! This Zen master is here, and no demon dares to make trouble...... but no one listens to him.

Seeing this, the long eyebrows sank like water, his eyes narrowed slightly, his hands made a lion's roar mark, and he suddenly stomped on the ground with one foot, and a single tone came out of his mouth.

Rumble!

An indescribable loud noise shook everyone's ears, and those who had left their souls stood on the spot.

At this time, Su Fu and the crowd were almost close to the small door, regardless of the danger of being discovered, they spit out the Xuan Ling Lead, and when the long eyebrows were about to speak, several people fell to the ground and convulsed.

The panic spread in a small area, and the mortals on the steps fled upwards again.

Su Fu then got closer and closer to the small door, and he had to take a look at the ancient tower, whether the carriages were listed, which was similar to the previous "illusion".

At this moment, a wall of air suddenly appeared in front of the small door, knocking all the fleeing people "bang" open, Su Fu was also among them, seeing that he couldn't succeed, his heart was slightly exposed, and he disappeared again.

It's not difficult to kill Changmei, but it's hard how to escape.

"Donors, don't panic, this is the Holy Land of Fahua, and the demons will never dare to make trouble......" Changmei slowly walked up the steps, obviously when Su Fu made a move, he finally showed a trace of fox tail, and he was caught by him.

"It's not a demon that's causing trouble, it's a little mouse!" Changmei smiled faintly, the Buddha power in his hand was condensed, and the sound of the sleeve robe drumming overlapped with the cold wind, which was extremely harsh.

If Gongsun Lou didn't lie to him, he was afraid that he would rush back soon, and Changmei's divine sense would lock on to this side, and he would have no way to act.

Su Fu's thoughts turned sharply, and he suddenly smiled faintly, and he also fell to the ground like a mortal, his limbs twitched, and his mouth foamed. At the same time, dozens of mortals beside him also fell to the ground at the same time.

This time, even the long eyebrows were on the spot. His divine sense can lock on this range, and he can sense that the "rat" who is causing chaos is within this range, but he doesn't know who it is.

Don't complain that his cultivation is not deep, the Xuan Ling Yin is extremely difficult to detect, flickering, and even more difficult to capture.

"How daring!" shouted like a thunderstorm, and the long eyebrows finally couldn't hold back, and when the sleeves of the robe swayed, they were about to take down all the fleeing mortals.

Su Fu attached the Xuan Ling to one of the mortals and rushed forward, needing to confirm it before Changmei could get his hands on it. When he finally approached the small door, a voice suddenly came from his ears.

"What's the noise?"

Su Fu's heart suddenly seemed to be shackled, and at this last moment, he only needed to glance at the door to confirm whether the carriage was in the wall.

The mortal eyes he controlled finally came together at the crack in the door, and when he looked inside, the mysterious spirit disappeared without a trace.

There was a complete silence in the room, only for the small door creaked open.