Another day, Nie Kong followed the old monk and watched his life and entered his life. The old monk wanted to ask questions several times and endured it. He lived in Mieyuji for many years. A little monk who was judged to have no talent for cultivation stayed here with perseverance. He has been doing the same job for nearly a hundred years and still failed to practice successfully. But he never gave up his dream. Even if he was just a lowest monk, there were still not many people who knew him after living here for 6 years.

After sweeping the stone platform, the old monk sat in a corner where thousands of people were dining at the same time, eating the most ordinary vegetarian food.

Sweep the floor, and the entire area before the Sutra Pavilion under the stone sweep platform.

The chanting of scriptures is still on the edge of many monks, and the serious attitude exceeds everyone.

Cultivation, yes, the years of Jiazi did not give up on him. He was not a master, but what he presented to Nie Kong was the ordinary life of an ordinary monk.

At night, the old monk who copied scriptures and trembled his eyes and hands only at this moment in the monk's house that would not be seen, would he have such a masterful intention, steady hands and steady mind. After living here for more than fifty years, the old monk owned a separate monk's house, which was the only place he was different from the lower-level monks.

The God of Slaughter stepped into this room and stopped immediately, looking at the stack of copying scriptures that were listed in the corner with less than 100,000 volumes. Here, no one would ask a useless man who could not practice to actively copy scriptures. Even when he was young, no one would come to him to collect the copied scriptures. Even when he was old, no one would come to him. Over time, for many years, the old monk himself did not remember how many copying scriptures he had copied.

"Amitabha, uncle of the master." Even though he was reincarnated in the Hyokuji Dynasty of the Akong Holy Heaven, the God of Slaughter only praised his nominal master. Even the most powerful monk in the temple was the only one who took the initiative to hold the rituals of his juniors and would not make a name for him. At this moment, the God of Slaughter truly understood this old monk, an angle he had never had before.

The old monk did not look panic until the copying that night, and waved his hands repeatedly. The gods slaughtered the gods in the temple have a great status. The old monk had long been used to being ignored. Suddenly, he was given a respectful title by the gods slaughtered, and obviously he was not used to it.

At this time, the God of Slaughter had already walked to the book of scriptures that occupied most of the area of ​​the monk's house. Looking at the date on the cover, I opened from this year's book and looked at several pages. I was very serious, but I didn't have the spiritual aura like a heavenly book. The first volume of last year, the first volume of the previous year, the first volume of the previous year, the first volume of the previous year...

Nie Kong stood at the door, as if he had done the same thing on this day. Looking at the old monk's life and not interfering in the old monk's life, the intervention of the gods seemed to disrupt the old monk's life rhythm. The old man was a little confused. He stood up or sat or sat, and Nie Kong didn't talk, but just watched the old monk sit cross-legged on the cushion, plucked the Buddhist beads in his hand, and chanted the Buddhist scriptures in his low voice.

Perhaps it was because he was old, maybe it was because of his daily habit rhythm, or maybe it was just at the point of exhaustion. After reciting for a while, the old monk couldn't help but leaned against the cushion, and a faint snoring sound came.

It took a short time for the God of Slaughter to see fifty years ago, when the scriptures were closed, a different breath emerged from his body, as if something was awakening, and it seemed that something had tear open the seal that was stuck in his heart. The last few scriptures of the old monk when he was young, the God of Slaughter smiled when he saw it, and his seriousness remained unchanged.

The strength has not improved, but it gives people the feeling that the God-Slaying God's aura seems to be infinitely increasing. Several extremely powerful old monks in Mieyu Temple appeared in front of the monk's house and recited the Buddha's name to the God-Slaying God: "Amitabha."

This powerful voice woke up the old monk who clashed with the bell, stood up in panic, and was nervous to look at the ancestors who had been high above the temple as he had entered the temple more than fifty years ago.

The God of Tu turned around, his eyes exuding bottomless wisdom and compassion, and his young cheeks were all faded by these eyes. Even if someone who didn't know him at this moment, he would never regard him as an ordinary young monk. The God of Tu first gave a big gift respectfully to the old monk who clashed with Zhong, and even the monks in the temple gave him half a gift.

"The years of Jiazi are like a day, and there is nothing in my heart. My uncle's mind makes the little monk admire him." Then he turned to the monks, perhaps he was his elders in the past, but at this moment, the true Buddha nature that had slowly awakened made him immediately above Mieongjima: "Those who have read for fifty years can obtain the great way."

The monks could not hide their inner excitement and excitement, and could see the awakening of the true Buddha's reincarnation and get their guidance. Each of them had silent or steady emotions in their hearts, and changed.

"Uncle Master." The monks bowed to the old monk one after another, which made the old monk even more in a hurry and didn't know what he had done.

The god of slaughter left the monk's house and closed the door for the old monk himself. The monks looked at each other and decided to let the old monk move here tomorrow so that the true Buddha could respectfully call him uncle. In the future, he would definitely benefit Mihomo.

"You harmed him." Nie Kong had been pregnant for a long time before he dared to speak normally in front of the gods, and in front of so many monks, he spoke in a lesson tone.

Can, blood balls, square seals, Nie Kong took out all the cards and used the "Wild Beasts" to carry out his mental state. He never had such a strict defense for a moment. Even when facing the God-Slaying God who might have been awakened by the Buddha, he still insisted on his pride. The blade had already trembled, and the blade of Killing had already been suppressed to the point of being suppressed. Haideng River was even more shrunk in the Seal and did not dare to move, for fear that the God-Slaying God would destroy both body and spirit with a casual word of salvation.

The blood cells were trembling, but the owner who once gave birth to it had the domineering aura of standing proudly in the world, and the new owner had the courage to walk alone in the world, and it was not willing to be outdone, just like a humble, timid and afraid of things suddenly had the courage to face the bandits holding the sword.

Fang Yin was not afraid, and even a breath that Nie Kong could not see was emitted from it, with a faint rank that was not inferior to the Buddha. It was just like the other party. One was that his strength had plummeted for some reason, and the other was that his awakening had just begun. As for the remnant, he was a warrior standing quietly among the army. Although he knew he was defeated, he still resolutely showed his weapons and vowed to fight the enemy to the end.

"Donor, I saved him." Tu Shentu's answer made the faces of several eminent monks around him change drastically. This newly-known young talent in mainland China is in the limelight, but what qualifications do he have to talk about the sutras and the awakened true Buddha, and dare to say that the true Buddha was wrong. This can be considered as a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger, but the true Buddha answered, and he still had a conversation similar to the "theory" in the same tone.

ps: There is still tonight, and it is worth looking forward to.
Chapter completed!