What is a monk?

Whenever you mention monks, most people will think of a temple in their minds. There is a monk in the temple who eats vegetarian food and chants Buddha's name every day, and is isolated from the world. Of course, there will be occasional situations where two monks carry water to drink, while three monks have no water to drink.

But the concept of a convention becomes a common man is that monks are the incarnations of goodness and the ultimate representative of truth, goodness and beauty in the world. They are pure and have few desires, and have no desires and no desires. Even if the end of the world comes, they still stick to the Buddhist temple and protect the pure land in their hearts.

The same monk, the living Buddha did not go to the Buddha to recite scriptures, but actually stepped into the mortal world with one foot, and did not pay attention to the compassion of my Buddha, which was a very troublesome thing.

Of course, these are not the most important things. What makes Qin Yang depressed and vomits blood is that this monk's strength is extremely powerful and it is as hard to shake as a mountain.

A layman watches the excitement, while an expert sees the tricks.

On that day, when the living Buddha fought with the scholar on the Huangsha River, Qin Yang had already seen the powerful strength of the living Buddha, but his strength could never be truly felt before he could experience it himself.

Now that he fought with the Living Buddha, Qin Yang realized that the power of the Living Buddha was far more powerful than the methods he showed.

This is indeed not a living Buddha, but a demon monk!

He sneaked into the living Buddha's punch. Although he knew that the monk was so powerful that he could not die, this punch would not cause him to suffer too much injury.

But if you are not seriously injured, you will be injured.

Qin Yang never expected that the living Buddha would fight back so sharply when he was injured.

Although Qin Yang's body immediately responded effectively when danger came and the injury was not serious, he still wanted to vomit blood.

The old monk fought desperately, how should he fight this fight?

...

"You sneak attack me!" Qin Yang said hatefully.

The living Buddha had no eyes and his face was calm, so he could not see any emotion from his facial features, but his pair of flesh slits were facing Qin Yang, obviously, he was angry with Qin Yang's shamelessness.

"I just did what I should do." The Living Buddha said calmly.

"Sneak attack is a sneak attack. Do you have any reason?" Qin Yang knew that the sneak attack was him, and he felt guilty, but his words were extremely harsh. He wanted to confirm the fact that the old monk was sneak attacking.

Although doing so will not cause substantial harm to the old monk, if a tree lives with a skin and a person lives with a face, he will not be guilty of living Buddhas at all.

Sure enough, the living Buddha said depressedly: "It was you who attacked me."

Qin Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone said that monks don't lie, but you lie all the time and open your mouth. You are considered a monk."

Qin Yang was like a young wife who was wronged, jumping and scolding each other, and she almost cried, making a fuss and hanged.

The Living Buddha chanted the Buddha's name and said, "You should be very clear that I did not attack you."

"I don't know, you're just sneak attacking me."

"I don't."

"You have it."

"I don't."

"That's it!"

...

It’s so Qiongyao that Qin Yang feels that he’s about to vomit.

But this statement is not ineffective.

Living Buddha, the Buddha's heart is in chaos.

Yes, Qin Yang wanted to deliberately stimulate the living Buddha, expose his shortcomings, slap him in the face, and let him fall from the divine realm into the human world.

After each sentence, the living Buddha would chant the Buddha's name and say a few words in a row. The Buddha's name becomes faster and faster, and it sounds like he is singing.

Although, with the hoarse voice of the living Buddha, this song is really unpleasant.

"If you feel that you didn't attack me and feel wronged, then stand and don't move. Let me hit you with ten or eight punches." Qin Yang said.

"This is impossible." The Living Buddha flatly refused.

"You finally admitted to attacking me." Qin Yang said sharply.

The living Buddha's face was thrusting wildly, and he was about to take action as soon as he moved his feet. Qin Yang immediately shouted: "You are guilty of being a thief. Do you want to kill someone to silence you?"

The Living Buddha had just taken the steps and took them back. He stood still and chanted the Buddha's name one after another. Qin Yang felt very happy when he saw it. Sure enough, it would be better to be a mortal. What kind of Living Buddha is to be a living Buddha, you will suffer if you had known this way. If you had not done so much effort to fight him, you would have to say that he had died with your mouth.

Qin Yang did not believe in Buddhism and did not respect Buddha, so he naturally would not have a trace of compassion because of the Living Buddha chanting Buddha. He looked up and down at the Living Buddha, looking for entry points, trying to give him a fatal blow and end the fierce battle as soon as possible.

Perhaps because of the obvious clarity of Qin Yang's plan, the living Buddha maintained a posture of attacking and retreating and defending. Qin Yang searched for a while but couldn't find any flaws. He was so angry that he cursed, wanting to launch a verbal attack again.

Suddenly, Qin Yang felt his head a little heavy, and he couldn't help but yawn, and his tiredness suddenly came like a tide, and he could almost fall asleep while standing.

After yawning, Qin Yang's mouth seemed to have a leak of wind, one after another, yawning continuously. His body functions quickly closed in a strange way, gradually appearing in a state of light sleep.

When a person sleeps, the consumption of all aspects of the body's functions gradually weakens, so as to provide eight hours of physical energy for one night... At the same time, whether it is the coordination of the whole body or the strength of the human body, it will fade sharply.

This is also the description of a person who is sleeping alone, saying that he is like a child or a cat, because once a person is sleeping, he becomes insane.

At that time, he was harmless.

"Damn it, why are you so sleepy?" Qin Yang cursed in his heart, kicked his feet and rushed towards the living Buddha.

But soon Qin Yang discovered that his hands and feet were not controlled at all, just like he had just woken up in the morning, he was confused, his hands and feet were soft and weak, and he ran too fast, and almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Requiem.

The Requiem Sutra is not an orthodox Buddhist scripture, but a branch derived from the Prajna Sutra. Although this sutra can quickly regain peace of mind, it has always been criticized by people in Buddhism because it will involuntarily lose their ability to move.

Over time, this scripture was lost.

However, the living Buddha actually understands the Sutra of Requiem.

Living Buddhas can be called living Buddhas, and there are always some unusual means.

Qin Yang recognized the frequency of the living Buddha's chanting sutras and quickly recognized that it was the Requiem Sutra. He couldn't help but feel amused and wanted to pick up tape to seal his mouth.

He just said that the Living Buddha was attacking, and he was guilty of being a thief. He spoke harshly and slowed down his attack. Now, the Living Buddha was indeed standing still, but he couldn't move, but he couldn't move either.

This really shot himself in the foot. Qin Yang sighed in his heart, then took a deep breath, trying to force himself to cheer up.

However, the more he tried, the faster the energy in his body would be lost, and the drowsy thoughts would become stronger and stronger.

After all, his feet slipped and his butt fell to the ground, and he fell asleep peacefully. He slept very sweetly. He had some dreams, but a clear line of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Qin Yang, if I had known this, why would you hand over the holy objects? It's not yours, but yours after all." The living Buddha walked over step by step and said softly, full of bewitching.

Qin Yang's head subconsciously hangs down, and then quickly straightens his neck.

"In such a state, you can still keep your original intention unchanged. I have to say that you made me look at you with admiration." The living Buddha looked a little surprised, but soon said again: "Don't struggle anymore, don't resist anymore, just go to bed, just go to bed. Now, don't think about anything and do nothing. The so-called money and wealth are just a cloud, you won't bring it to life or death, so why bother obsess over it."

The living Buddha walked to the opposite side of Qin Yang, sat cross-legged, quickly recited the Requiem Sutra in his mouth, and said: "Everyone is working hard, for fame, profit, power and wealth, but he does not know that the prosperity and wealth of the world are like dew and lightning. Life is short, and decades have passed. When you grow old, you will find that the so-called obsession is nothing more than an unrepentant mistake."

Qin Yang slept very heavily and soon started to snore. Qin Yang did not have the habit of snoring when he was sleeping. This is a state that people only showed when they entered deep sleep.

At this time, Qin Yang was powerless, and even a three-year-old child could stab him to death with one knife.

The Living Buddha came to Qin Yang this time to find him not to kill people, but to get back the Buddhist holy objects. Of course, if Qin Yang reacts too aggressively and is unwilling to return the holy objects, he will still kill people if he should kill them!

"Qin Yang, hand over the holy things, that's not what you deserve. All living beings in the world have their own destiny, not yours. Why bother to force them? Even if you force them, you can't keep them. Instead, you will be confused... hand over... hand over..."

The voice of the living Buddha is not nice, but it becomes the most beautiful lullaby in the world with the Requiem Sutra. Even a violent tiger will quickly fall to the ground and lose its minions under his hypnosis.

The living Buddha knew that Qin Yang's consciousness was gradually taking time out, and he almost wanted to achieve his goal, so he had to recite it a few more times. Suddenly, Qin Yang's voice sounded in his ear: "If I don't hand it over, what will happen?"

"You?" The living Buddha's face changed drastically.

With a "boom", Qin Yang swung his punch, facing the chest of the living Buddha. The living Buddha's thin body was like a leaf falling from a tree, and like a cannonball, falling down from the winding mountain road, and in an instant, it disappeared in front of Qin Yang's eyes.

Qin Yang stood up from the ground, with a strange smile on his lips. At the beginning, he was indeed bewitched by the Requiem Sutra.

But since he had recognized this as the Requiem Sutra, how could he let the Requiem Sutra continue to invade his mind, and immediately closed the five internal organs and six consciousnesses, pretending to be asleep.

I have to say that his acting skills are so clever. The Living Buddha must have never watched the Oscars. I don’t know that there is a kind of behavior in this world called acting.
Chapter completed!