The red sun rose as usual, and the night passed quietly. Tianjiu and Gui Xiaoxiao hugged each other, standing on the boulder at the top of the peak, silently admiring the sunrise in the Kyushu realm.
Streams of light flew into the Immortal Couple Peak from all directions one after another. These streams of light included flying magic weapons and the escaping light of monks. Most of those flying with flying magic weapons landed in the square of the Immortal Couple Palace, while those wearing
The great monks in golden cassocks all shot into the Foguang Temple a hundred miles away.
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that the stream of light gradually became sparse, and hundreds of monks gathered outside the squares of the Immortal Couple Palace and Foguang Temple.
"Let's go, Xiao Xiao, it's almost time." Tianjiu retracted his gaze from the distance and squeezed the beautiful hand next to him.
"Master, are you sure you can teach Zen to those monks?" Gui Xiaoxiao asked worriedly.
"No problem. After all, I have stayed in Famen Temple. I have never recited sutras, but I have heard the old monk recite sutras. On your own, do you remember the sword formula?"
"Sword art? What sword art? Did you teach me the sword art?" Gui Xiaoxiao was stunned.
"Oh, I only remembered to do bad things last night and forgot to do serious things." Tianjiu patted his head and said to himself seriously.
"You damn ghost, if you keep fooling Xiao Xiao, I will really ignore you!"
"Hehehehe! Let's do this. Later you will lead our brothers from Tiancheng Pavilion to drink, eat and reminisce about the past in the main hall of the Immortal Couple Palace. I'll greet the great monks first. That old man is watching eagerly in the temple. If you neglect me,
If you kill them, I won't get any good results! Let's go, come here, let's do something!" Tianjiu Thief smiled, stretched out his neck, and got in front of Gui Xiaoxiao.
Gui Xiaoxiao looked around and realized that dozens of spiritual consciousnesses had quietly swept towards them outside the Immortal Couple Palace, so he bit his red lips and said in a fierce voice: "Hey, your brothers and sisters are watching below, you
Are you coming again?"
"Ahem! These guys, remember to let them all attend the next blind date conference. Don't always stare at others with jealousy!" Tianjiu said with sour teeth, and with a sway, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the boulder.
superior.
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In the square of Foguang Temple, hundreds of monks are sitting cross-legged, holding hands with one hand and chanting sutras with their eyes closed. Most of their cultivation levels are above the middle stage of Jindan, and their highest cultivation level has reached the peak of the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
When Tianjiu landed in front of the temple steps, all the great monks stopped trembling in their mouths. Their huge spiritual consciousness and sharp eyes swept directly at Tianjiu. Although it was not coercive, it was still frightening.
Trembling with fear, Tianjiu shook his body slightly, and a majestic pressure from the great monk was released, rebounding all his spiritual consciousness away.
"Oh, Wuchen, you're here. The old man thought you and Boss Xiao had forgotten the time because they were studying how to create humans. Just come, just come!" Old monk Pochen stepped forward to welcome him.
The temple held Tianjiu's arm and shook it.
"Old man, take your paws away. Your hands are full of oil. If you eat so much pork, you may turn into a pig's head!" Tianjiu put away the old man's black hand and turned to look at the square.
"Ahem! Dear Dharma masters, thank you for your hard work. Boy Tianjiu, the head of Tianji Sect, has a dharma name in Famen Temple called Monk Wanhao. You can follow Wanhao to the Foguang Hall. Before entering the temple, I will tell you
As a reminder, the ten thousand Zen teachings are awarded to those great monks who are kind-hearted and compassionate. After a while, I will give you a resume, such as how many people you have killed, how many female nuns you have molested, and how many times you have eaten meat.
After drinking several bottles of wine, write them all down on the jade slips and hand them over to No. 10,000 one by one."
"Wuchen, is this necessary?" Old monk Pochen was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.
"Of course, otherwise how can I teach you students in accordance with their aptitude?"
"But if they don't tell the truth, or if they kill two people and only say they killed one person, or if they secretly drink ten bottles of wine and only say they took a sip, can you tell the difference?"
"Hehe, it doesn't matter. Feel free to fool me. As long as you think the great road is promising and the advancement is easy, it doesn't matter even if you call black things white and kill people as saving people. However, let me tell the truth. I'm not here for you."
***] teaches Zen, but the boy invites the Bodhisattva to [***] to teach Zen. If you tell lies in front of the Bodhisattva, you will be punished by God. If you cultivate, you will not make any progress in this life."
"Bodhisattva? Which Bodhisattva? Do I know him?"
"Go, go! Old man, don't think that being powerful means something great. Do you just know the Bodhisattva casually?" Tianjiu said with a grin.
Among the group of monks, a great monk who was in the early stage of the Golden Elixir gritted his teeth and asked: "Master Wanhao, if the young monk kills too much, will he not get the guidance of the Bodhisattva?"
"This is a good question from the mage! If anyone feels that he is really evil, it is best not to enter the temple, otherwise he will be asking for trouble. Having said that, killing is not too heavy. If you kill all the evil ones,
If you forgive someone, then you have merit and will be greatly rewarded."
After Tianjiu finished speaking, he walked towards the temple on his own. The corners of Old Monk Pochen's mouth twitched slightly, and as he followed Tianjiu's pace, he asked with a slightly confused voice: "Boy, what does it mean to have bad records? Do you still need to select people to teach Zen?
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"Of course! Old man, for example, you can't come in to listen to Zen. You eat meat and drink alcohol every day. This is a bad record. Go out and stay where you can!" Tianjiu Thief said with a smile.
The old monk Pochen paused, bared his teeth and shouted behind Tianjiu: "Damn boy, the old man doesn't have to go in, but after the Zen teaching is completed, the old man will question them one by one. If more than one-third of the monks are not satisfied, the old man will
I will definitely peel off your skin!"
Tianjiu ignored Pochen behind him at all. After seeing the last monk entering the temple, he closed the temple door with a wave of his hand, and then waved his hands again and again, and arranged dozens of blocking arrays.
"What are you doing sitting around? Do you want to treat me to dinner? Sit on both sides of the hall in order of height. The taller ones will be ranked last..."
"Wait a minute! Master Wanhao, poor monk Nie Tao, and the Nine Saints are ranked third. The poor monk is puzzled: Why should the seats be arranged according to height instead of cultivation level?"
At this time, an ancestor who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul looked very unhappy and asked with a frown. This great monk was tall, with a golden face, a smooth chin, and not a single beard.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Master Nie Tao. When I was a child, I was always divided into classes based on height. It doesn't mean that if you have good grades and high cultivation, you can be in the front row. Otherwise, the people behind you will have to sit in the front row.
Look at your white skull!"
Tianjiu explained with sour teeth. Everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
Nie Tao's mouth trembled, and he rushed to the door of the hall angrily, and came down cross-legged with a dark face. After a while, two rows of monks were seated in sequence in the main hall.
Tianjiu nodded slightly, took advantage of the situation and nestled into the big seat in the middle. He waved his hand and found a greasy pig leg in his hand. He took a big bite, smacked his mouth, and shouted casually:
"Okay, everyone can present your jade slips. After Wan Hao sees your jade slips, he will teach you Zen in accordance with your aptitude."
Everyone was full of suspicion and had twitching expressions on their faces. However, they were intimidated by Tianjiu's cultivation as a great monk and were not timid in front of Master Pochen, so they shook their heads and pointed out a jade slip. After ten breaths, Tianjiu
In front of me, there were densely packed jade slips of various colors.
"Ahem, cough, cough! Let's recite sutras first, and then we'll talk about it."
Tianjiu stretched out his head from the gap in the jade slip and said with a smile towards His Highness. After saying that, he retracted again, his consciousness widened, he rolled up the jade slip and looked at it. Nie Tao, who was sitting by the door of the palace,
The monk looked at Tianjiu and grinned angrily.
Just when everyone couldn't bear it anymore, a light cough came out, and all the jade slips in front of Tianjiu were turned to dust. He stretched out, yawned, wiped the oil stains on his hands on his body, and said Shi Shiran
Walk to the first short and thin monk on the right.
"You called 'Lokong'?" Tianjiu hummed in a low voice.
"Disciple is gone!"
"Killed seventeen people?"
"The disciples fought on the Western Front with the army, killed eight Beiwei Sect disciples, and took the lead in conquering a mountain..."
"Wait a minute, the other nine people seem to be a group of mortal children, why should they be killed?"
"Master, one of them has good spiritual roots, but refuses to accept the Dharma. The disciple will punish him... Besides, they are just mortal ants!"
"Oh, very good, I understand. Just close your eyes, recite the "Pudu Sutra", and accept the Zen teachings from the Bodhisattva!"
After Tianjiu finished speaking, he clasped his palms together and stood in front of his chest, trembling loudly and seriously: "Oh, what the hell!"
After a while, a ten-foot golden Buddha floated out of the sky as if it were standing tall on the sky and the earth. The Buddha's eyes were closed, and his mouth was trembling with mantras. His big hands covered Kong's head. A ray of golden light shot out, and then disappeared into Yin's body.
Amid everyone's horrified voices, within ten breaths, the phantom shape of the Buddha moved to the head of the second monk.
"Disciple Kuanshi, please ask the Bodhisattva to teach Zen!" The second great monk shouted eagerly without waiting for Tianjiu to ask.
"Kuan Shi, you said you have never killed anyone. You only had a small drink once and ate meat a few times. Ahem! Your sins are serious!"
"Yes, yes! My disciple's cultivation level is low. He was responsible for transporting injured disciples in the army. He never killed the enemy. He drank alcohol and ate meat because he was trapped by the enemy. In order to escape for his life, he did it as a last resort..."
"Is the meat delicious?"
"It's delicious! Oh, no, no, no! It's not delicious. This disciple never dares to eat it again..."
"Hey, just eat, Kuanshi, close your eyes and try to repent, the Bodhisattva is going to punish you!" Tianjiu Thief smiled, nodded slightly, and the virtual form of the big Buddha slowly moved his palms. The golden light was shining brightly.
, a small green leaf quietly sank into the monk's head.
In less than three breaths, Monk Kuanshi, who was trembling loudly with his eyes closed as he read the scriptures, suddenly opened his eyes. Deep in his eyes, there was a brilliance, and golden light suddenly burst out from his whole body.
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Two hours passed in agony. When Tianjiu finally came to Nie Tao, Nie Tao's eyes were full of contempt. He glanced coldly at the virtual form of the Buddha, which was obviously half a circle smaller, and said sarcastically:
"Monk Wanhao, you are a great monk, but you are still far from being a great monk. Originally, Master Niehai told the poor monk that as long as he came to you, he could easily advance to the next level. The poor monk was very skeptical. Now look.
Come on, it’s just pretending to be a ghost and making a fuss."
"Oh? How can you see it?" Tianjiu shook his head and chuckled.
"What kind of Bodhisattva is this? It's just a virtual form. According to the poor monk, there are no less than ten people in Famen Temple who can conjure up golden bodies and virtual forms. You can't deceive the poor monk!"
"Since you think it's a lie, then you don't need the Bodhisattva to teach you Zen?"
"Huh! If you have this free time, this poor monk will meditate and adjust his breath. He might have suddenly attained enlightenment and become a Buddha! Farewell!"
Nie Tao stood up with a flick of his sleeves, ignored the dozen or so magic formations arranged by Tianjiu, broke out of the formation, and stood in front of the steps of Foguang Temple. (To be continued.)