Ten days later, a slight muffled sound came from deep in Wutai Palace, which did not arouse any charm. The big Buddha head suspended in the air suddenly shattered and turned into thousands of flying ash, scattered between the sky and the earth.
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A wretched figure quietly clung to the edge of the stone wall, looking around surreptitiously, and then released his consciousness. After checking several times, he determined that no one was there. He coughed several times and walked out in a grand manner.
Swinging, it flew towards the exit from which it came.
Less than half an hour later, a smiling face appeared beside the gate of Wutai Palace. After looking around, Shi Shiran walked down the steps.
The old monk Pochen, who was sitting under the small bodhi tree with his eyes closed and meditating, had a look of horror on his face the moment Tianjiu walked out of the palace gate. It was only fleeting, and because his back was turned, Tianjiu didn't notice it at all.
Nothing different at all.
"Haha! Old man, I'm here! You're not dead yet! That's great!" Tianjiu hurriedly stepped forward, took a few breaths, and arrived in front of the old monk Pochen. He also crossed his legs and sat down under the bodhi tree.
Under the shade.
"Amitabha! The little benefactor has disturbed my purification!" Pochen opened his dim eyes and bowed.
"Tch! Qingxiu? Come on! I'm not telling you, old man Pochen, the loess is buried up to your nose, but you still have to repair it! Come, come, come, drink and eat meat with me, until you are full and drunk
, I will take you to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Building to pick up girls!"
"Drink and eat meat?" The old monk's eyes flashed with brilliance.
"That's right! I have checked the Wutai Palace just now. There are no other old monks in it. They are all gone. In other words, we are drinking and chatting here. Even if the palace is demolished, no one will come to stop us.
.You must rejoice when you are successful in life, and you must rejoice when you are frustrated in life. Come on, come on, let’s drink!”
As Tianjiu spoke, he took out another bottle of Drunk Immortal Wine and took a sip first. Then, he handed it to the old monk along with a big spiritual pig leg.
"This...?" The old monk looked hesitant.
"Drink! Old man! What's the point of fearing death? I've survived a narrow escape and still look like a human. Meat and wine have passed through my intestines, and they remain in the heart of the Buddha. You've chanted Buddha's name all your life, and you're still a novice. Now that you're dead, you've died a hundred times. Is this the case?"
Still can’t see through it?”
Tianjiu said loudly, stuffing the wine and meat into the old monk's arms.
The old monk's eyes were full of splendor. He held the pot in one hand and the meat in the other. He raised his head and took a big sip of the drunken immortal wine, and then took a big bite of the meat.
"That's right! Die, die, once you die, you will be a hundred! I have been practicing Zen for thousands of years, and I finally understand life and death! Good, good! Drink, old man!" The old monk laughed loudly as he ate and drank.
"Hahaha! Old man, please take it easy and save some time for me!"
The laughter echoed throughout the sky and the earth, and even the small Bodhi tree that had stood still for thousands of years began to sway violently.
A fallen leaf flew down and landed silently on the old monk's head. Half a moment later, the Bodhi leaf seemed to melt and slowly sank into the top of his head.
After burning the incense, Tianjiu staggered up with a lonely look on his face and said with a wry smile:
"Hey, old man, we have drunk all the wine and eaten all the meat. As for picking up girls, forget about it. Old man, you are not that material. I am the monk who is a drunkard and a meathead. I'm going to find my way! Remember the flowery monk?
It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter if you don’t remember it, let’s just say goodbye! If we are destined, we can drink and eat meat again in the next life!”
After Tianjiu finished speaking, without waiting for the old monk to speak, he stumbled down with a hint of drunkenness.
The old monk looked at the slightly lost figure that disappeared, smiled and shook his head.
Ten breaths later, a majestic vitality surged down from the sea of consciousness of the old monk, flowing rapidly through the limbs and bones. In the dantian, the originally shrunken space exploded, and a huge golden Buddha sat cross-legged in the middle of the dantian.
The Buddha rapidly absorbed the vitality spreading from him...
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In the main hall of the Privy Council, eighty great monks were sitting cross-legged. Each of these monks was extremely powerful, and their minimum cultivation level was above the middle stage of Yuanying. All the great monks of Yuanying from Famen Temple were present.
Master Ku Tian sits on the chief throne in the center. Below him, Ku Hui and Ku Xing sit cross-legged with their eyes closed and their faces solemn. Abbot Ku Deng sits in the middle of the right column, gently twirling a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and chanting something.
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In the center of the left side, Nie Hai is sitting on a futon, with a dark golden face, calm and without any emotion. At the bottom of the left side, a gray futon is glaringly empty. Next to it, the black-faced monk Nie Fang
Sit upright and stare straight ahead.
Kutian looked at the dull meeting place and smiled slightly: "Elders, this meeting has been going on for three days, and it is still forty versus forty. Those who want to end the southward campaign and those who are in favor of continuing to advance further are each half. According to the rules of the Privy Council,
, a resolution must be passed by more than half. Haha, today is the fourth day. I don’t want to be too long-winded. Let everyone tell you your main reason in one sentence. If anyone has changed his original intention, he can speak in advance. Today, it must be
The result is out. Millions of soldiers at the front are still waiting eagerly for our result."
After a while, no one said a word. In the Privy Hall, you could hear leaves falling.
"Why, you won't make a speech today? Ku Deng, you are the one who advocates ending the southward advance. I don't want to listen to your grand speech. Just tell me, why do you have to oppose the southward advance?" Ku Tian saw that everyone was not interested.
He said something, raised his hand and pointed at Abbot Kudeng and said.
Ku Deng let out a long sigh, opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said with determination: "Holy Buddha Ten Thousand Temples, Jiu Qian repented, Ku Deng just followed the trend of the times and spoke out the heartfelt wishes of Jiu Qian Temple in Holy Buddha City.
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"Hehe, very good. Let's talk about the monks outside. You are the abbot of Famen Temple. How do you put me, Famen Temple, in what position?" Ku Tian said in a mocking tone. Then he looked at Ku Quan: "Ku Quan
Junior brother, you have commanded the battle of Dingzhou, so you should have more solid reasons."
"Master Ku Tian, Ku Quan only remembers the teachings of the Buddha. The Holy Buddha said: Great virtue will benefit the world. This of course requires us to eliminate all thorns and obstacles on the road of promoting our Buddha, so going south is the best way.
Policy." Kuquan said loudly.
"Well, that makes sense. The teachings of the Holy Buddha, we and other descendants must always remember!" Kutian nodded happily. After finishing speaking, he looked around and smiled and said: "Second brother, third child, you want to say something
Really? I know you are opposed to the southern advance, but you also have to give me some face, senior brother, okay?"
"Elder brother, it's not that I regret that I don't give you face. In the past thousand years, you said that I have never obeyed your advice. At the beginning of the southward march, I agreed. But look now, how many monks have died? How many people have been ruined.
Living beings? We are here to benefit the common people, not to cause harm to them!”
The old monk Kuxing on the left chuckled and shook his head: "Elder brother, please stop trying to persuade Kuxing. Kuxing has been opposed to the southward movement from the beginning to the end, even more resolutely than the cowardly Abbot Kudeng. The southward movement must be
termination!"
The corners of Ku Tian's eyes twitched slightly, and he suddenly glanced at Monk Nie Hai in the middle left position. His eyes suddenly flashed with splendor, and he shouted kindly: "Nie Hai, this time I have been cultivating on the rooftop for eighty-eight sixty-four days, you are very good."
Yes, the secret technique of the Buddha's Palm has already begun to be glimpsed. It will definitely be accomplished in March or May. With your designated peak mantra and the big Buddha body, I'm afraid we old guys will not be your opponents. The Buddha said
Look forward to it!”
"Amitabha! Thank you Master Kutian Chun Chun for teaching me. I will keep it in my heart!" Nie Hai quickly nodded and saluted.
"Easy to say, easy to say! What the hell...why are you also opposed to my plan to advance southward?"
Niehai took a deep breath and avoided Kutian's earnest look: "Returning to the master, Niehai also personally participated in the southern expedition and almost died on the battlefield. After learning from the pain, Niehai felt that the Buddha is in his heart, not in his mouth.
, let alone in your hands. The prosperous age of Buddhism achieved by force and killing is just a gorgeous bubble, which will fall apart sooner or later. Instead of doing this, it is better to retreat early and benefit others and yourself, why not?! Amitabha!
"
As soon as Nie Hai finished speaking, there was a slight commotion in the venue, followed by dozens of "Amitabha" sounds.
"You...?! Huh!" Ku Tian's face turned gloomy for a moment, he stood up and shouted coldly: "In that case, I, Ku Tian, will leave my words here today: Ku Tian said he will not die in one day, and Nan Jin will do it in one day.
We will continue, even if only the Famen Temple family is left in the entire Holy Buddha City to support us, we will never back down!"
After saying that, he put on his cassock sleeves and wanted to leave. (To be continued.)