Jian Zhen opened an area in the Killing Forest specifically for monsters who converted to Buddhism to practice.
When I saw Zen Master Lonely at this moment, I immediately stood up and bowed.
A slight sweat broke out on Lonely Zen Master's forehead.
Monsters and Buddhism are natural enemies, so every time he sees these monsters spitting out sutras, Zen Master Lonely's heart can't help but tremble.
"Amitabha."
"No need to be polite."
Zen Master Loneliness didn't talk nonsense, and immediately told the story of Wanshou Villa's attack on Shasheng Temple.
When Jianzhen heard that the rest of the demon clan had been subdued, his eyes lit up.
He was hunched over, like an old man who suddenly became energetic: "Amitabha~"
"Master, don't worry."
"Little monk, now we can save them from the sea of suffering~"
Then one person and one demon left the Killing Forest and came to the outskirts of the Killing Temple.
When Mr. Yao broke through the barrier of Sesshouji Temple, he also released the 'mirage' hidden in the barrier by Monk Mikan.
Not knowing why, all the monsters inhaled the mirage into their bodies, so they all fell asleep at this moment.
When I really saw so many monsters, I smiled so much that the folds on my face could kill mosquitoes: "Hey, hey, Amitabha, Amitabha."
"Master, this is a great merit."
After speaking, he stretched out his hand, raised his sword finger, and spat a spell.
Miso miso miso~
When Zen Master Lonely was still wondering what to do with his cheap disciple, he saw white hairs rising from Jian Zhen's body.
As the Jian Zhen method was finished, a needle shadow flashed around his body.
Even though Zen Master Lonesome has advanced practice, he still cannot see clearly.
Swish swish swish~
I could only feel the sound in my ears, and when I looked closely, I saw that there were already white fine needles on the bodies of the dreaming monsters.
They are so densely packed that every monster has them.
It can range from one or two to as many as a dozen.
Seeing these fine needles, Zen Master Loneliness suddenly realized.
He once heard Li Chen say that Jian Zhen's true form was a white hedgehog that had been practicing for thousands of years.
The thorns on its body are its innate magic weapon, and the "Ziwu Liu Zhu Jing" practiced is also a sacred art of medicine.
It turns out that it was with these tiny white hair needles that he subdued many monsters.
Let them join Buddhism obediently.
So much so that now, Buddhist sutras and chanting can be heard in half of the killing forest.
"Ahem, very good~"
"Get up~"
Follow the orders given by Jianzhen.
A trace of light flashed on all the fine white needles.
The monsters in the dream suddenly got up from the ground as if they had received instructions.
They still closed their eyes and turned into walking zombies, and actually walked towards the killing forest under the command of "Jian Zhen".
"Eh~"
The highest point of the Sutra Pavilion.
Monk Mihan couldn't help but be surprised when he witnessed all this.
He had heard Li Chen say before that he had accepted a great demon disciple.
But he didn't expect that this great demon's cultivation level was actually higher than his own.
"It seems that the bloodline of this great demon is also unusual." Monk Mi Jian nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.
"In this way, I can rest in seclusion with peace of mind."
Back then, when he was enlightened by an unknown monk and meditated on half of the 'Monument of Demon Sect' in the cave, he promised the monk to help the Sesshou Temple survive the disaster before going to retreat to practice.
No, it will take hundreds of years to wait.
Now that the demon clan in Longevity Villa has been defeated, I can finally start to retreat to enlightenment.
Monk Mikan stood at the highest point of the Sutra Pavilion and had a panoramic view of the Sesshou Temple.
“I don’t know how many years it will be before I stand here and overlook the beautiful scenery next time.”
The demon clan itself has a long lifespan, and it is also a strange beast from the ancient times, practicing the way of creation.
Naturally, the time spent in retreat is longer than that of ordinary humans.
"No matter what, I should say hello to the little guy."
Thinking of this, his figure flashed and disappeared from the Sutra Pavilion.
And outside the Shasheng Temple, Monk Jianzhen suddenly looked in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion. The qi machine just now was not under him.
The Sashoji Temple is indeed a Buddhist holy place, and it is not surprising that there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the temple.
Thinking of this, he looked at the monsters in front of him who had not yet woken up, his eyes swept over them, and he couldn't help but look happy.
If you have so many merits, you won’t be burdened~
All of them are good prospects for Buddhism in the future.
Jian Zhen has high hopes for the 'Monk' system that he has opened.
"That...disciple, there are many more on the mountain opposite."
When I saw the truth and heard the words, my eyes lit up: "Very good, very good~"
Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already standing outside the large tent of Longevity Villa.
"Amitabha~"
Hearing the old Buddha's name, He Feiyu was slightly startled and walked out of the tent to look.
I saw a rickety old man in front of me, who looked just like any other ordinary person.
But judging from the soaring demonic aura that is unabashed and much more tyrannical than the big village owner.
This senior is even scarier than the 'Mirage King'.
It’s the demon clan again!
It’s a monk again!
What appeared before was the monster giant ‘Mirage King’.
Now another nameless monster appears.
The problem is that both seniors turned out to be demons and entered Buddhism.
Is this the fate of my demon clan?
"Ahem, He Feiyu has met the senior." As the third owner of Wanshou Villa, He Feiyu was always praised for his resourcefulness. He Feiyu forced himself to calm down, covered his feather fan in front of himself, and bowed slightly.
"Amitabha."
"I have seen the truth and have met the donor."
See the truth?
‘Meet’ the generation??
He Feiyu was a little confused.
He knows that the Shasheng Temple has a dharma name based on the eight sufferings of all living beings: birth, Mi, obscurity, tranquility, separation, seeing, gaining, form, feeling, thinking, action, consciousness...
Today's Buddhist disciples are of the generation with the word "Li".
The first of the six is the generation with the character "Ji".
The three elders who preside over the temple are of the "Hui" generation.
The 'Mirage King' who came before is considered a hidden ancestor, the generation with the character 'Mi'.
All of this makes sense.
But this 100 percent great demon in front of me turned out to be just... a 'jian' generation!
That's outrageous.
"Ahem, senior, I'm here late at night, can you give me some advice?"
No matter what, it’s not surprising that there are so many people.
Jian Zhen was also very satisfied with He Feiyu's reaction: "Amitabha."
"I do have some advice."
After speaking, he pointed to a flagpole standing outside the big tent.
At this time, the sky was slightly bright and the breeze was gentle.
There is a flag with the word "Shou" on the flagpole, swaying in the wind.
"Is the flag moving? Or is it the wind?"
This Zen opportunity is actually a Zen opportunity that Lichen and the monks had during the auspicious Dharma gathering.
At that time, all the monks in the entire Western Region were unable to understand the ultimate truth.
At the end, after Li Chen solved the mystery, everyone suddenly realized.
After that, Lichen also successfully established a sect and became a Buddhist guru for six hundred years.
It leads to a good story.
Although Jianzhen practices in the forest of killings day and night, disciples of the temple of killings occasionally enter the forest to perform tasks.
So he promised those disciples a small profit and asked them to tell the story.
Every time I heard that Master Lichen argued with the monks and founded the Xin Sect, the monk couldn't help but get excited when he saw him: He is indeed a master!
Later, he memorized the Zen idea of ‘The flag moves? The wind moves?’, and it was just in time to use it at this moment.
