In the Sutra Library, Honglian was a little uneasy. He was very worried that Li Taiping's stupid guy would annoy his senior brother.
You know, even if Li Taiping is above the master of cultivation, he cannot compete with the Buddha in Xiantong Temple.
Honglian really wanted to walk out of the Sutra Pavilion and drive Li Taiping out of Dongting, but unfortunately, there were six golden-body Bodhisattvas who suppressed his cultivation and failed to become a Buddha, so he was unable to leave.
Honglian, who was worried about Li Taiping's safety, suddenly heard footsteps coming from downstairs, and couldn't help but close her eyes and meditate, pretending to be an old monk entering meditation.
Except for the little novice monk who was responsible for cleaning the Sutra Pavilion, there were only Buddha and Buddha's sons who could enter and exit the Sutra Pavilion at will.
In Honglian's opinion, it was obvious that the person who came could only be the senior brother who returned. But why was the footsteps of the two people? This made Honglian a little confused...
"Monk, you are fat."
Honglian turned around suddenly and looked at Li Taiping like a fool. "What are you doing?"
But he saw the Buddha laughing and said, "When I meet, I have something to say, and the old monk will not be disgusted. By the way, Dalang can read the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion at will."
Honglian watched her senior brother leave the Sutra Pavilion and hurriedly grabbed Li Taiping and said, "Da Lang's cultivation is still there."
Li Taiping looked at Honglian with some confusion, slapped the sword box casually, and the Sanchai sword fell into his hand.
Honglian then let out a long sigh and said with a smile: "I thought my senior brother had forgotten you... I won't say it anymore. By the way, didn't I tell you when I left, don't come to Xiantong Temple? You are Pig brain?"
Li Taiping spread his hands and said, "I am passing by. How could I know that the Buddha would invite me to vegetarian food."
Speaking of vegetarian food, Li Taiping couldn't help but rub his stomach and said, "I said he was treating me to dinner, but I'm still hungry."
Honglian glared at Li Taiping and said coldly: "I have been in the martial arts world for so many years, and I can't even understand the polite words. You still have the face to say them."
Li Taiping didn't want to argue with Honglian about those useless things, so he couldn't help but say what the Buddha said to Honglian without saying a word.
But Honglian shook her head and said, "The old thing has always loved to play dumb puzzles, so how can the monk know his ghost thoughts?"
Li Taiping asked again: "Your senior brother sent me to the Sutra Pavilion, so we won't let you reminisce about the past."
Honglian thought for a while and said, "Anyway, the little fairy hasn't gone down the mountain, and you have nowhere to go to this broken temple. Why not follow the old thing and have fun in the scriptures."
Li Taiping felt that the Buddha must have a deep meaning in doing this, but he couldn't understand what it was...
The Wanzhang Cliff is obviously not Wanzhang. In Mupinshan's eyes, it was two hundred feet long. But it was strange. After climbing over a hundred feet, there seemed to be a huge rock on the top of his head, and the weight was heavier the higher it went up.
The wind blows, and the tide sounds faintly. At half of the cliff, Mupin Mountain stepped on a raised rock and stood against the cliff.
In front of her was a ray of setting sun in the water, half of the lake was shivering and half of the lake was red. But Mu Pinshan had no intention of appreciating such a beautiful scenery. The huge pressure above her head had already made her feel a little overwhelmed.
The inexplicable power was not the same as the will of a saint, and it seemed to be a bit like the pressure of an emperor. She had felt this feeling in Emperor Hongdao, but in comparison, Emperor Hongdao was like a staggering child who had just learned to walk.
Mu Pinshan looked up at the last dozens of feet of cliff, and slowly touched the hilt of the sword. She wanted to use the sword intent of Zhujianshan to open the way and forcefully open up the road to the upward path.
No need to think hard or weigh the pros and cons. Zhujianshan has always been simple and direct in doing things. Everything can be decided by one sword.
The sword was unsheathed, reflecting the red sunset. When the sunset broke through the gap of the Emperor's power, the white clothes were shining like snow. A sword was ten feet long. If it was not enough, then another sword would be taken.
With three swords, the sun sets in the lake, only the sunset in the sky is left. When Mupin Mountain climbs to the top of the cliff, the sweat has been covered with white clothes.
The emperor's power at the top of the peak was as if one hand pressed down from the sky and landed onto the top of the peak, pressing Junshan who wanted to look up, and also pressing down on Baiyi.
Mu Pinshan's sword never returned to the sheath because she never admits defeat.
People have backbone, and if they bend, they will be harder to straighten. The bones of Zhujianshan are very hard, and even the heavenly beings cannot bend.
The wind blows, the white clothes wrinkle slightly, the sun sets and the moon rises, and a thick pressure suddenly hits. The bare mountain peaks, except for one person and one sword, no creature can survive under the terrifying pressure.
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This is the killing aura possessed by the Emperor of the ages. Even the sword in Zhujianshan must be bent at this time, but even so, the hand holding the sword is still firm.
There seemed to be a voice calling out to Mu Pinshan. As long as she was willing to lower her head and surrender, she could survive and even get the gift from the emperor.
Birds of a feather flock together. Mu Pinshan was able to fall in love with Li Taiping because she was also the kind of person who didn't know how to give up. So at this moment, the little girl became more determined, but she had the meaning of being clear-headed.
The sky wind had the emperor's voice rolling around, making the white clothes rush and pointed directly into the hearts of the people...
"I will sweep the six kingdoms and rule the country. All the mountains and rivers will kneel down. How dare you not kneel..."
"Don't think that Concubine Zheng, who is very much like me, dares to be favored and beautified..."
"My patience is limited..."
The emperor's voice kept hitting Mu Pinshan's heart and soul, and its terror was even more superior and domineering than the Buddha's bones and Sanskrit.
The sun and the moon rotate, the tide rises and falls, and there are strange women in the world who stand on the top of the seal of the mountain to prove the destiny of heaven with their swords...
The vegetarian rice in Xiantong Temple is tasted light at first, and then the taste is even lighter. After a few days of eating, the birds will fade out. Li Taiping has been eating a different vegetarian rice for eight days, and the ninth day is like chewing wax. But it’s good.
In that case, he found a Buddhist scripture that he was interested in, which could be used to pass on the boring pastime activities.
Marrow washing meridian, marrow washing and reduction chapter.
After the Yi Jin is finished, it becomes a Vajra body. External sensation cannot invade and diet cannot accumulate. I am still afraid that the seven emotions will be damaged and the soul will not be self-controlled. Although it has the Vajra appearance, it is still a blood and flesh driving away...
It was said that it was a pastime, but Li Taiping was interested in seeing it, and there were Honglian's guidance on it in unknown places, which benefited a lot.
Li Taiping closed the scriptures and smiled and said, "This is the golden body of Buddhism."
Honglian smiled and looked at Li Taiping like a fool. "Boy, with a word that cannot be invaded by external feelings, he thought it was a Buddhist golden body. Wouldn't the Buddhist arhat go everywhere?"
Li Taiping pointed to the scriptures and said, "Then this..."
Honglian smiled and said, "If you practice this, at most Vajra will be indestructible and will be a great success in external martial arts. However, for your current ragged body, this true scripture can transform you."
Li Taiping felt like he had a treasure. What he lacked now was self-protection methods. In the past, he dared to fight hard because he had the capital to fight hard. Now it's not done. Before the fight, he had to think about how to save his life. He didn't want to do so, before he succeeded.
die.
"The monk means, I can..."
"It's a big deal. Unless there is snake blood in your body, I'll help you with it. Otherwise, don't dream."
Speaking of snake blood, Li Taiping suddenly remembered the imperial tomb and the Mupin Mountain on the seal of the mountain.
Li Taiping glanced at the sky and frowned and said, "I'm a little worried. It's already the ninth day. Even if the master doesn't eat or drink, he can't stand it."
Honglian pressed Li Taiping, who was about to get up, said seriously: "This is the opportunity for you two. Even if the monk doesn't know what the old guy is doing, since the opportunity has come, don't let go."
As he said that, Honglian stood up, looked at the direction of the seal of the mountain, and said to himself: "If the little girl can handle it, she might be able to climb the clouds. There are not many opportunities like this. The monk then only persisted for seven days.
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Li Taiping frowned and said, "If you don't eat, you can't stand it."
Honglian smiled and said, "At noon, the seal of the mountain will loosen a little, so naturally someone will send food to it..."
He was dressed in white clothes and reached the top at noon. He looked at the beautiful woman and smiled slightly without saying much. He just put down the food box in his hand and floated away.
Mu Pinshan looked at the Buddhist son in white who was leaving but didn't say much. This was the ninth time that the Buddhist son had reached the cliff, but the two of them had never said a word.
The Buddhist vegetarian rice is very good, the four vegetarian dishes are very exquisite, the taste is extraordinary, and there are nine styles in the nine days, but there is no duplicate, and the taste is even better every day. I am afraid this is Mupinshan’s only favorable impression of Buddhism.
The same vegetarian food is so different, because the Buddha opened a small stove for the little girl in white. Moreover, the person who is in charge of the stove is the son of the Buddhist school.
Nine days ago, the Buddhist son went to the kitchen for the first time in his life, picked up a kitchen knife for the first time, picked up a spatula for the first time, and made the first dish.
The monk from the bottom of his heart admired the Buddha's son. He cooked vegetarian food all his life, but was surpassed when the Buddha's son took the pot for the fourth time.
Qijie Lingqingxin, there is only one person in this world.
The principles are understood and integrated, and Buddhists learn everything very quickly, as if they were born to know it.
The monk from Fried Tou watched as he kept changing his tricks over the past few days and turned the most ordinary ingredients into the most extraordinary delicacies in the world. His mind was completely useless...
It is the 49th day that the Buddha came to the kitchen today. Every time the Buddha cooks, there are many little novice monks around outside the kitchen.
Unlike other monks of rice heads, the Buddhist monks look very good at cooking. They are not smoked and fire-filled, and they cannot hear the jingling of pots and pans. Everything looks so natural and natural.
The Buddha's son's hands are like women, slender and slender. When the kitchen knife is in his hand, he is like an elf flying among flowers.
In the jade hand, he dances lightly with a kitchen knife. When the tofu is filled in clear water, it is like a dandelion floating in the wind...
The mountain seal cliff was closed, and Mu Pinshan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Baiyi coming again. He couldn't help but smile and said, "The food today is surprising."
The Buddha smiled slightly and opened the food box: "The person is as light as chrysanthemums, but the bean flowers are easy to beans. Come and try it."
"Puchi!"
Mu Pinshan covered his mouth and laughed out loud. "My Dalang kept saying that I was as thrust as a rose, why did he get to the Buddha's son..."
The Buddhist son said the Buddha's name and said with a smile: "The green branches and green leaves are proud of the frost and cold, and the little monk thinks it is more appropriate."
Mu Pinshan didn't argue, and couldn't help but smile and said, "The reason can't be explained to you, so I won't say it anymore."
The Buddha clasped his hands together and said, "Female Bodhisattva uses it slowly, and the little monk still has to think about the food tomorrow."
Mu Pinshan hated Buddhist sons at first, but now it seems that Buddhist sons are not that annoying. At least the ability to make food is not inferior to Dalang...