At the foot of Tiantai Mountain, a thousand-foot giant Buddha lies across the green mountains and green waters.
The giant Buddha wears a gray cloth hat, with curved eyebrows and narrow eyes, a big upturned mouth, and water drops hanging under his sparse spotted beard. A smile appears on his old chrysanthemum-like face. His skinny Buddha body is covered by a precious robe.
, the bored left hand tapped the lake surface, and in the right hand, a jade-colored treasure pot tilted down. The mountain wind blew by, and the hollow Buddha's sound hummed in the pot.
At the foot of the giant Buddha, there are more than ten thousand monks standing crowded together. They are dressed in various costumes and their cultivation is above Nascent Soul.
From the first-level to the fifth-level rooftop, it is like a golden ocean. Tens of thousands of Buddhist cultivators sit cross-legged along the steps, looking respectfully and devoutly at the distant high platform. The lowest cultivation level of these Buddhist cultivators is also above the golden elixir, and the highest ones have reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
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In the clouds, there are hundreds of light spots shining in shadows, and from time to time, bursts of Sanskrit chants are heard. In response to the blue sky and white clouds, orioles sing and dance, just like the sounds of nature.
"Ku Deng, this grand ceremony is about to end, why hasn't Wuchen returned yet?" In the middle of the sixth-level rooftop, the skinny old monk wearing robes moved his mouth slightly and asked Abbot Ku Deng in the northwest corner.
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"Master Pochen! Kudeng is also confused! Nie Shu from Xianlufeng Foguang Temple sent a message from Wanli the other day, saying that Wuchen had already left for the temple. According to the itinerary, he should have arrived before the ceremony started yesterday.
That's right, but so far, there is still no news about him."
"Oh, this damn boy has really forgotten all about the old man!" Old monk Pochen raised his head and sighed.
"Master Pochen, the auspicious time has come, let's start the Buddha's Body Touch?!" Kutian, who was closest to Pochen, stood up and said.
"The golden touch? Wuchen is not back, how will this golden ceremony end? The old man said that he will give the golden touch to the Buddha's body!" Old monk Pochen said with a slight displeasure.
"Master, in Yi Kutian's opinion, it's better to let Niehai do it. Niehai is a younger generation of sacred monks in our Famen Temple. He also cultivated the Buddha's body and the golden body. He is an orthodox Buddhist cultivator. It is most appropriate to give you the Buddha's body.
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"Kuxing, Kugui, what do you think?" Pochen was noncommittal, but his face was obviously unhappy.
"Master, Kuxing believes that since the grand ceremony is being held on time, it should end on time. Because we still have to face the selection of the Immortal Sect in eight days. This selection is related to the eternal foundation of our sect. There can be no mistakes. From this transformation
Judging from the crystal stones collected during the ceremony, they are only over 200 billion. Adding in our respective savings, there is still a big gap compared with Kyushu Kao, the God of Wealth. Not to mention that we have as much as 200 yuan.
**Take the test, we don’t have much time left to prepare now, I hope you can forgive me, master!" Kuxing stood up and answered.
Master Kugui, who was sitting in the west-facing position, did not say a word, but nodded slightly.
"Oh, forget it! Since you all have to end it, let's end it. Niehai, I'll help you!" Old monk Pochen shook his head and sighed, stood up suddenly, and said to the young monk Niehai who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.
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On the sixth-level rooftop, a melodious sound of a cauldron suddenly sounded. After a hundred breaths, the clouds and mist suddenly opened up, and a bright golden light shot out from the clouds, all the way down the rooftop steps, and finally hovered ten feet away from the head of the giant Buddha at the foot of the mountain.
After the golden light condensed, a white-faced young monk appeared. The young monk was covered with gold, his face was solemn, and he was holding a cinnabar pen. Judging from the quality of the pen, it was already among the heavenly treasures.
"The golden touch, the Buddha's body is golden!" Someone in the crowd was the first to shout.
Before he could take a breath, there was thunderous applause, cheers filled the sky, and thousands of Buddha's voices sounded on the steps of the rooftop.
Niehai bowed deeply towards the giant Buddha's head, his eyes flashed with light, and he raised his big hand, intending to point into those detailed eyes.
"Little monk, what are you doing?" From the mouth of the jade pot in the giant Buddha's hand, a slightly obscene head suddenly stuck out and smiled at the evil pirate.
"Ah~! You...you...?" Little monk Niehai was stunned, and the pen he stretched out suddenly froze in mid-air.
"What are you? I don't recognize how handsome I am."
"Amitabha! Brother Wuchen, you are hiding here. That's great. Come out quickly and you can touch the Buddha's body with gold!" Young monk Niehai was stunned for a few breaths. A bright smile appeared on his face, and he put away his precious pen.
He bowed to Tianjiu again. At the same time, several rays of golden light flew towards him and landed a hundred feet away in an instant.
"Golden touch? What kind of gold touch? Isn't this wretched Buddha very glamorous? If you touch it any more, you'll turn into a clown!" Tianjiu said loudly.
"Damn boy, what are you doing? The old man thought you weren't coming, but it turns out your cat is here. Get out of here, old man!" Old Monk Pochen, who had a square figure, shouted loudly, his voice shaking the giant Buddha.
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Under the giant Buddha, as well as on the entire rooftop, there were crowds of people, all staring curiously at the giant Buddha pot.
"Hey hey hey! Master Ku Tian, Master Ku Hui, Master Ku Xing, Master Ku Deng, and old man Po, are you okay?!"
"Call me Uncle Master, and I will become a master! Get out!" Old monk Pochen bared his teeth.
"Okay! Master, it's not that the boy can't come out, it's just that it's inconvenient for him to come out. Once he comes out, his secret will be exposed. There is a big beauty hidden inside!" Tianjiu said with a smile.
"Ahem, cough, cough! You damn boy, you...you...you are actually happy in the golden body of the old man's Buddha statue?" Old monk Pochen trembled and almost fell into the air on his head.
"Master, please don't get excited. The boy and his wife are just resting there for two nights..."
"Two more nights...? Oops! It's really unlucky for the old man to meet you in this life! Well, since you are unkind, the old man is also unjust. Get out right now, and get out together with your scratching wife." Old Pochen
The monk simply shouted loudly this time, and it was clearly audible even on the sixth-floor rooftop.
"Tch! Come out, come out, who is afraid of whom? Madam, come out, we are a serious couple, not wild mandarin ducks having an affair!"
"Sir, Xiao Xiao was killed by you this time! How do you want Xiao Xiao to meet people in the future?" Beauty Xiao's resentful and shy voice came from Tianjiu's consciousness.
"You are stupid, just cover your face! I don't want so many bald monks to see your beauty!" Tianjiu said with a smile.
Everyone's eyes shook slightly, and two figures, one blue and one red, appeared. The boy in blue robe wore sunglasses, and the woman in red skirt wore a cloak. It was difficult to see the appearance of both of them. Both of them also had vigorous big breasts.
The monk's pressure is overwhelming, and the boy in blue robe is even more unfathomable.
Quiet, the entire rooftop area is quiet, you can hear the wind blowing and the leaves falling.
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"Amitabha! Wuchen, you are back!"
"You're back, aren't you? Abbot Kudeng!" Tianjiu answered, holding the beauty's trembling hand and nodding.
"Masters, since Wuchen has returned, did this Midas touch come from Nie Hai or...?" Ku Deng asked as he looked around.
"Let this damn boy do it! If he doesn't do it, the old man will smash the Buddha immediately!" Old monk Pochen said with a livid face as he snorted.
Abbot Kudeng nodded slightly, ignored the faces of other masters, and shouted directly: "Wuchen, Midas touch!"
When the little monk Niehai heard the shout, he woke up from a dream and hurriedly pointed the cinnabar pen in his hand in front of Tianjiu.
Tianjiu's mouth trembled for a few breaths, then he secretly glanced around, his face straightened, he let go of the beauty's jade hand, his shoulders swayed, and a golden cassock hung down, covering his body instantly. On the golden cassock, there were thousands of phantom Buddhas.
Circling and chanting, it emits thousands of precious lights.
He took one step forward, skipping the cinnabar pen, and went directly to three feet away from the giant Buddha's head. He stretched out his big hand, and shot out two drops of silver-red blood from his fingers, accurately submerging into the details. The giant Buddha's eyes seemed to suddenly open and shoot out.
The two rows of colorful rays of light lasted for dozens of breaths before slowly fading away. At the same time, the entire giant Buddha seemed to be alive for a few minutes.
"Old man, are you still satisfied?" Tianjiu turned around, scratched his bag and shouted.
"Amitabha, the touch of gold reveals the glow. This is a sign of good luck. The old man is satisfied this time!" Old monk Pochen was stunned for ten breaths before nodding and saying.
The faces of the four old masters on the side all showed looks of horror.
Kudeng turned around and lowered his head, bowed slightly towards the direction of the rooftop, and then shouted: "Amitabha! Dear Dharma disciples, holy Buddhas and monks, and all distinguished guests who came to worship, this is the end of the thousand-year god transformation ceremony of this temple! Thank you Kudeng
Thanks to your support and love, I would like to send you my eternal teaching!"
The sound echoed in Tiantai Mountain for a long time and penetrated into every corner. The God Transformation Ceremony came to a successful conclusion!
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In a palace along the cliff on the sixth-floor rooftop, Tianjiu and Gui Xiaoxiao were sitting on a side futon. Gui Xiaoxiao took off his cloak, but still covered his face with a gauze scarf, revealing a pair of shy and beautiful eyes, and half of his jade neck was flushed.
Under Tianjiu's hand, Niehai is sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, muttering quietly. Opposite are four masters, Kutian, Kuhui, Kuxing and Kudeng. The old monk Pochen is sitting on the futon in the middle, his eyes spinning around.
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"Ahem! Boy, take it out!" Old monk Pochen stretched out his withered hand towards Tianjiu.
"What is it, Master?"
"A congratulatory gift? It's rare for you to come back and bring your wife with you. This is a congratulatory gift that the old man has been looking forward to for a long time." (To be continued.)