Chapter 587: Zen tradition must be tasted

"Amitabha."

The monk in gray clothes sat firmly cross-legged, clasped his hands, and said sincerely, "The poor monk is really just a wandering monk. My friend, do you believe it now?"

Someone's response immediately came from under his butt: "I believe it, I believe it. Isn't it enough that I believe it?"

I saw a big tiger on the muddy ground with its legs spread out, lying on the ground like a toad. On its body was the same emptiness lying on its body. Above it, there was a monk in gray sitting steadily.

In less than a blink of an eye, Master and Disciple Kong were captured.

They didn't even know how one man and one tiger were defeated. They just felt their eyes blurred and fell to the ground. Then the monk in gray was like a big mountain, pressing on their backs.

With such strength, if they had the intention to kill them, both master and disciple would die without knowing how.

"It's good if you believe me, little friend." The monk in gray clothes said with satisfaction.

Kong only felt a lightness on his body, and the mountain on his back had appeared in front of him, and the speed was as if he was teleporting.

He immediately jumped up, and the big tiger standing up with the same man stared closely at the monk, looking up and down again. After a long while, he half-believed and said: "Are you really not Wuwu?"

"Little friend, you still don't believe it?" the monk asked back.

"Wuwu, you are a rebellious bastard, a coward who gave birth to a son without a butt, and you deserve to die, you bastard@#￥@￥￥······"

Emptiness burst out a series of Buddhist swear words like a shrew scolding the street. The attack was so strong and the words were so fierce that even the shrew who had been among the neighbors for decades would be willing to bow down after hearing this.

By the time the series of swear words was finished, Kong Kong, the martial arts cultivator, almost couldn't breathe.

"It seems that you really are not."

Kong Kong looked at the monk in gray with an expressionless face and took a deep breath, "I've already scolded you like this, monk, but you don't have any anger at all. If you are really innocent, I will admit it."

"Then, little friend, can you answer the question that the poor monk just asked?" the monk in gray said at the right time.

"It's very simple," Kong Kong replied. "It's better to have corpses cremated if there's a big epidemic after a big disaster than to have corpses stink all over the ground when the water recedes. I'm happy with the other one, monk."

"It's better to cremate the corpse here than to sit on the mountain with a bunch of bald donkeys chanting sutras."

"They are also reciting the Rebirth Mantra, and they are also doing things, taking care of the other refugees," the monk shook his head and said, "They actually also know that there will be a great epidemic after the great disaster, but they just can't spare the time now. And...

····I can’t bear it.”

Speaking of this, the monk sighed, "All the Buddha statues in the temple have lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes. Even the Buddha cannot bear to look at the suffering people, let alone monks like them who have insufficient practice."

A flood caused countless lives to be drowned. The river tide could actually be said to be a human tide, and the flood wave could be said to be a wave of corpses. Corpses hit the mountains one after another and were beaten to pieces. That scene was something I was used to seeing.

Even the executioners of death may not be able to bear it, let alone these monks.

Even if you are a person in the world of martial arts, no matter how profound the Dharma is, you still can't control the unbearable feeling in your heart.

Instead of feeling sorry for this, it is better to take good care of other donors behind closed doors.

This was said by a leader in the temple, and he also ordered the disciples not to approach the foot of the mountain easily.

"I can't bear to be useless."

The more he spoke, the more bold he became, and he did not hesitate to say, "Buddha is not in the world anymore. He couldn't bear it and didn't want to see it. He could just be a coward and pretend that suffering didn't exist. Anyway, praying to God and worshiping Buddha is just for peace of mind. It doesn't matter."

People really treat gods and Buddhas as the same thing. But we are different!"

"We are in the human world, and this corpse is at the bottom of the mountain. This corpse is almost slapped in the face, and it still looks like a turtle."

Maybe he had been holding it in his mind for a long time, or maybe he had already cursed and broken the jar. Kong Kong simply said what was on his mind, in order to carry forward the tradition of Zen Buddhism.

Scolding the Buddha and scolding the ancestors is a Zen tradition that must be savored.

The monk in gray clothes actually listened with great interest and nodded from time to time.

"Based on what I just said, my little friend, I am better than ninety-nine percent of the Buddhist practitioners in the world." The monk praised.

"Of course." He was empty and not humble, so he accepted it calmly.

He also said: "When the abbot of Lingmen comes out of seclusion, I will say these words again to see if the old monk agrees."

"What if he doesn't agree?" the monk asked again.

"Then I won't inherit the position of abbot," Kongkong snorted, "How can we prosper Buddhism with such a group of cowardly fellow practitioners?"

"Then little friend, it's time to get ready. The Lingmen should be out of the gate soon." The monk smiled.

soon?

Emptiness frowned.

The abbot of Lingmen hurried back two days ago. As soon as he returned to the temple, he went into seclusion without caring about the affairs of the temple. I heard from the leader of the group that the abbot wanted to break through seclusion and be promoted to the realm of a great master.

For such an important matter, just a few days would be too hasty.

You must know that Xiao Baoyue had been in seclusion for a long time before he was able to break through. The abbot of Lingmen was not as ranked as Xiao Baoyue, so logically it should have been longer.

Furthermore, how could this monk be able to confirm with certainty that the abbot would be released soon?

Logically speaking, even a martial artist in the Xuantai realm should not be able to estimate the time so accurately. If this monk is not lying, then his identity is definitely not simple.

Emptiness couldn't help but filter the Buddhist master in his mind.

Among the great masters of Buddhism, there are only three known sects. By the way, there is also the Blood Buddha Dharmakong and the half-dead previous generation Lun sect.

Jing Zong is dead, and Blood Buddha Fakong is said to have been taken by the abbot to carry him on his shoulders. If he dares to appear in Tianjing Mountain now, Kong Kong would like to call him the most daring in Buddhism.

In the previous generation, Lun Zong was still in prison in the Demon Suppressing Cave, and Kong still knew this.

As a future abbot with a reassuring character and state of mind, empty treatment is much better than nothing.

In this case, there is only one answer.

"Are you the Dragon Elephant Sect?" Kong Kong was shocked.

"The Dragon Elephant Sect is still at Qingtian Pass, but can't get here." The monk shook his head and denied.

Hearing this, Kong Kong became even more suspicious.

Why does this monk conclude that the Dragon Elephant Sect is at Qingtian Pass? Are there any experts in Buddhism?

He stared at the monk for a long time, then suddenly shouted: "You still say you are not Wuwang?"

After all, it turned out to be back again.

Even with the monk's state of mind, he was filled with tears and laughter at this moment.

How much of a shadow did this Wuwu cast on the void? It made him think about it all the time.

"As the poor monk said, the poor monk is not Wu Wu."

The monk couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "If you really don't believe me, little friend, I can prove it to you."

"Then bring out the evidence." Kong Kong said immediately.

If he didn't know that he couldn't defeat him, he would have felt the opponent inside and out to see who this monk was.

"The poor monk is not Wuwu," the monk looked at the still surging waves, "because Wuwu is here."

It’s the third late update and the ninth day of extra update.

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