The five Buddhist practitioners changed their original posture and were forced back several steps by the golden light on Mu Fusheng.
This person is also a Buddhist practitioner, and his cultivation is far above them.
He has not yet been ordained!
The five people were shocked and said in a trembling voice: "The Buddha's son Mu Fusheng..."
Sumo then reacted and held up from the ground. He said in surprise: "It's you!"
Mu Fusheng smiled indifferently and nodded, "Don't be fine, don't be fine. You all retreat, just leave here to the little monk."
Su Mo scratched his head, and his face couldn't help but look embarrassed. This person was really strange. He was a donor and a little monk, and he still had long hair, and he didn't look like a monk at all.
But those monks also called him the son of Buddha, but Sumo now had the scene of this man and a woman kissing me and me in public that night.
But no matter how embarrassed he was, he immediately commanded the soldiers to retreat to safety.
The five Buddhist practitioners were stalemate with Mu Fusheng for a few seconds, and they thought of countless ways to die in their minds. Finally, they still held a glimmer of hope and knelt down directly in front of Mu Fusheng.
"Son of Buddha, we are also instructed by Abbot Huineng, and we cannot help ourselves."
"Son of Buddha, please spare me! It's all Abbot Huineng who forced us to do this."
"These temples in Nanyang are all one. If we don't listen to the order, they will not give us resources to continue our practice."
"Son of Buddha!"
One by one, they knelt on the ground and wiped their tears and begged.
Mu Fusheng looked at them condescendingly, put his hands together, and said, "Buddha practitioners, if they do not practice their inner self, they only seek outside, and there is no right. You can be avoided in death, but you cannot escape the life sin. Now I will abandon your cultivation.
, start with a sweeping monk from Futan Temple to atone for his sins."
The five monks worshipped each other and said, "We are following the teachings of the Venerable."
"If you can recognize your original heart and practice every thought, you will not go there, you will see the Buddha's heart..." Mu Fusheng murmured.
In an instant, the five people's cultivation overflowed from their bodies like springs. Wherever the wave of cultivation went, the raging fire caused by the arrow crossbow to extinguish the ground, and the trees around the camp were instantly reborn in the dark night.
The five Buddhists practiced magic power flowed slowly from their bodies, but they felt unprecedented peace in their hearts.
One by one, one by one, couldn't help but follow Mu Fusheng and said, "If you can know your original heart and try to temper every thought, you will see the Buddha's heart..."
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Finally, Wu Ren stood up with his weak body and said goodbye to Mu Fusheng devoutly.
This time, they all needed to walk and beg for alms all the way to Futan Temple. Although their mortal bodies were long and difficult, they had no complaints after this incident.
Mu Fusheng watched them leave without saying a word until Jiang Tianqi arrived.
After hearing what happened just now, Jiang Tianqi wiped his cold sweat and quickly bowed to Mu Fusheng, "Thank you, Mr. Mu, for your timely help, otherwise I, brothers, would have lost my life."
"Amitabha, it was originally the fault of the Buddhist sect. The little monk could not stand by and watch. Let's go back. The little monk told me something." Mu Fusheng put his hands together and said.
In the military tent, Jiang Tianqi clenched his fists when he heard that Gu Zhaosi was actually trying to tie his sister and ministers in the court to the city tower as hostages and threatened him.
"Has Venerable Mu had a countermeasure?" Jiang Tianqi asked with a slight silence.
Mu Fusheng said seriously: "General Jiang, you attack the city as soon as possible. Now the people in the city are almost out of food. As for the hostages and the Buddhist practitioners near the imperial city, General Jiang should be relieved and leave it to the monk."
At this time, an impatient shout came from outside the camp: "Brother Mu, Brother Mu, I finally saw you."
After saying that, Mu Mingjing blinked Shui Lingling's big eyes and opened the curtain and rushed in, rushing straight into Mu Fusheng's arms.
The next second, a jewel-like boy followed behind him, grabbed Mu Mingjing's back collar with disgust and pulled Mu Mingjing's body.
Song Lan said, "I'm ashamed. I'm so old. Do you still have to hug you? Come on, I'll give you a hug."
Mu Mingjing was pulled back by Song Lan, and he opened his teeth and claws, but he had no chance to hit Mu Fusheng again.
Song Lan held Mu Mingjing and said, "Brother Jiang, just break through a city gate and I can transport the food in. As for this little beggar, let him follow me. I don't have enough people here."
Mu Fusheng put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this is so good."