This is a huge square, tens of thousands of feet wide. There are nine statues standing in front of the square. They are all human-like, lifelike, with different expressions, just like living creatures.
At the foot of the statue is an altar, which is in the shape of a lotus. The petals of the lotus are scattered in eight directions. On the altar in the center sits an old monk cross-legged with a flowing beard and a solemn treasure.
There was an incense burner placed in front of the old monk, filled with smoke and exuding a light fragrance.
"Amitabha, I have been waiting for a few destined people for a long time."
The old monk opened his eyes and smiled kindly.
After hearing what the old monk said, everyone was shocked.
"You...you expected us to come here?"
"Haha, the donor has extraordinary wisdom and superb understanding."
The old monk smiled and said: "I see that you all have strong auras and abundant spiritual power. You must be the proud sons of heaven. I have a method to teach you. Sit down quickly and listen to the Dharma!"
Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu looked at each other and approached slowly. The old monk flicked his right hand and three futons appeared out of thin air on the ground.
After the three of them sat down, a burst of Buddhist music and fairy music came from around them.
The old monk picked up the sandalwood rosary beads and chanted sutras softly.
Lin Yanli closed her eyes and listened carefully. The more she listened, the more mysterious it became. It seemed that something was guiding her, causing her to gradually fall into a state of selflessness.
The same was true for the two people next to her. Lin Yanli vaguely felt a touch of warmth wrapping around her, and she felt very comfortable.
After a long while, the old monk stopped his smile and said, "There is a Bodhisattva in front with a low eyebrow, and a Vajra in the back with angry eyes. I have taught the Vajra Anger Sutra all my life to all the donors."
Liu Fengxu looked at the golden monk in front of him, his breathing became a little rapid, and he asked: "By practicing this kind of mental method, do I have a chance to break through the bottleneck?"
"Idiot, to practice this technique, don't talk about the four realms. You can even go to the top of the mountain to take a look at the five realms."
Lin Yanli frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable with this.
Since this skill can reach the top of the mountain in the fifth realm, why is the owner in the tomb just a monk in the fourth realm?
"This sutra is divided into two volumes. I will pass on the first volume to you."
The old monk began to continue chanting sutras, but this time he was reciting the inner method and the direction of the supporting exercises.
Lin Yanli followed the scriptures and performed the exercises. His body began to feel hot and upset, and he couldn't get rid of the feeling of upset in his mind.
what's the situation?
Lin Yanli opened her eyes, turned around and glanced at Li Zhujiu, and found that her skills were running freely, her expression was peaceful, and there was even a vague Buddha's light floating around her.
Looking at Liu Fengxu again, his breath was steady, his cultivation level had greatly increased, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and he actually had the posture of a Bodhisattva with lowered eyebrows.
Lin Yanli started running the technique again without believing in evil. Her whole body was still unbearably hot and her mind was filled with random thoughts, as if the technique was in conflict with her.
The old monk stopped chanting sutras and said slowly: "Everyone has learned the first half of the volume. Without further delay, let's quickly comprehend the inner teachings of the second half."
Hearing this, Lin Yanli felt a little anxious and said, "Senior, I haven't learned it yet!"
The old monk sat on the altar, as if he had not heard Lin Yanli's words. He knocked the wooden fish in his hand and drank softly: "Amitabha."
Boom——
As the old monk's wooden fish sound sounded, the entire square suddenly burst into endless Sanskrit chanting.
Seeing this, Lin Yanli quickly started to use her mental skills, but no matter how she used her mental skills, she always felt that her mind was confused and she couldn't focus, let alone sense the essence contained in the scriptures.
Could it be that she has no connection with this mental method?
I don't know how much time passed, but the sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped, and the teaching of the mental method came to an end.
"Amitabha, all donors have great wisdom."
After the words fell, Liu Fengxu stood up first, his aura surged, and he punched the statue in the distance.
With this punch, the Buddha's light emerged. It looked like a Bodhisattva was smiling and lowering his eyebrows, but it was a Vajra with angry and threatening eyes. Waves of sound swept through it, making Lin Yanli's ears buzz.
So powerful!
Lin Yanli's eyes narrowed and she turned to look at Li Zhujiu. Li Zhujiu slowly stood up from the futon and kicked off the ground. The ferocious force radiated far away under Li Zhujiu's feet, and the entire square ground became
A large web woven by spider silk.
"Why can't I learn such a powerful technique?"
Lin Yanli's eyes were bloodshot and resentment welled up in his heart.
She considers herself to be quite talented, but she cannot even get started with the Diamond Sutra of Anger.
She punched the ground fiercely, throwing hundreds of punches in a row, but the ground was not damaged. On the contrary, she was so tired that she was sweating profusely, dripping with fragrant sweat, delicate, and panting.
"Even the ground here is against me!"
Lin Yanli was angry and dissatisfied, and cast a vicious look at Li Zhujiu and Liu Fengxu.
Why can they learn the "Vajra Anger Sutra" but they can't learn it themselves?
Kill them!
A bold idea appeared in her mind, and her majestic sword spirit soared into the sky. Looking at the rainbow light of the sword rushing into the sky, she stood there for a moment in a daze.
What was she doing just now, practicing Buddhist techniques?
It's really strange that she is a swordsman and a shitty Buddhist practitioner, and she is furious at her incompetence because she can't practice it.
Being set up!
Lin Yanli's eyes narrowed and he cast his gaze on the old monk at the altar.
"Old man, it turns out you are the one causing trouble!"
Lin Yanli straightened his body and drew an arc on his chest with his fingertips.
"Innocent!"
"reunion!"
"Come with me and slay evil spirits!"
"Zheng!"
A sword chant resounded throughout the world, and the long sword behind Lin Yanli turned into a silver light and flew across the sky towards the old monk at the altar.
"Amitabha......"
The old monk sat cross-legged on the futon without moving at all, letting the sword cut across his body.
The sword cut in half, and the surrounding space shattered into pieces like a broken mirror. Lin Yanli opened her eyes and found Li Zhujiu shaking her arm crazily.
"Xiao Yanli, you're awake!"
"My hand is going to break!"
Lin Yanli complained, took her hand out of Li Zhujiu's arms, and said angrily: "When did you wake up?"
Li Zhujiu thought for a moment, blinked his eyes and said, "Two hours ago!"
Lin Yanli was a little surprised and said, "You actually woke up so early!"
Li Zhujiu patted his chest and said, "When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a large square. Then there was an old monk in the square who wanted to teach us some Buddhist exercises. I tried to run it.
, but found that I couldn’t learn it, so I simply stopped learning.”
"That old monk was really bad. When he saw that I didn't practice her skills, he asked you and that stupid guy to beat me. How could I bear this anger? I hacked the old monk to death in a rage, and then
Just came out."
Lin Yanli trembled at the corner of her mouth, recalling that she had foolishly practiced that non-existent technique in the illusion, and wanted to bury her head in the soil.
She gave Li Zhujiu a thumbs up, "As expected of Xiaozhujiu."
Li Zhujiu raised his head and chest and responded proudly: "Of course!"