In the evil place of the evil temple, the lair of the evil Buddha, Xiangliu knocked over one, and two sixteen more would naturally appear. The first 'eminent monk' lay on the ground, and after a moment, the sixteen evil temple monks appeared.
They have different looks, but their expressions are exactly the same. They are not hateful, not angry, not afraid, their expressions are calm and their eyes are cold.
One of them stepped forward quickly and helped up the seriously injured monk. The monk on the ground was still alive, but his body was smashed to pieces by Xiangliu, and his body was ruined.
The other fifteen monks spread out and surrounded Su Jing and Xiang Liuyin.
The two little demon monks who came to the ancient temple to cause trouble were indifferent. Su Jingmi said to Liu: "Rat?"
They visited the evil temple more than a hundred years ago, and both Su Jing and Xiang Liu had a rough idea of the strength of the evil spirits inside: the evil Buddha has the highest practice and is unfathomable. Their abilities are probably similar to those of the five evil Bodhisattvas who later entered
The 'Emperor Shakti' who entered the Motian Temple was among his brothers.
The Hundred and Eight Evil Arhats have never fought against each other, but their strength should be inferior to that of the Fierce Bodhisattva, but not worse than 'Sweitu'. After all, from the common point of view, the status of Weituo is lower than that of Arhat.
The cultivation level of the one injured by Xiang Liu was even worse than the last time he saw the evil creature.
Xiao Xiangliu understood what he meant and responded in a secret voice: "They must be those things that eat dead people. They are either rats or resentful and evil spirits."
Su Dingding nodded, then raised his eyes to look at the dozen or so monks who had just come out, and said to Xiang Liu: "You have to continue filming."
At this time, suddenly a thunderous voice broke into everyone's ears: "Master He is coming to our temple. The disciples of Luohan Hall in the ancient Motian Temple, Ming Feixiang, are late to welcome him."
His voice was thunderous, but his words were very polite. Two monks came side by side. The one who spoke was short and thin, probably weighing less than eighty pounds. The other was white and fat, smiling and looking kind.
Very.
The thin monk who came near waved his hand and surrounded Su Jing. The dozen or so monks from Xiang Liu clasped their hands and retreated behind him. It was clear that this Ming Fei's status was not low.
Seeing that another expert from Baosha came forward, the crowd that had been silent just now became a little restless again.
After putting their hands together and saluting, they announced the Buddha's name, and Mingfei asked them again about their purpose. Another fat and white monk also took this opportunity to sign up, with the Buddhist name "Bengfei" and he was Mingfei's junior brother.
The two foreign little demon monks, Da Ji Ci, stood there with no intention of returning the courtesy, let alone polite greetings. Su Jing said in a slack tone: "I removed the plaque, and he beat someone, what are our brothers and sisters doing here, you still can't see
understand?"
"I can understand it, but I can't figure it out." Mingfei smiled, and the words exploded, making people's ear drums numb.
"Look, no, I'm not used to it!" Su Jing replied word by word: "We brothers have been practicing Buddhism for eight thousand years, but we just built a small temple under the sea. Where are you monks from? You just opened the temple
It's in the sky, it's so majestic, I was shocked!"
Xiang Liu said casually: "You guys who just appeared out of nowhere dare to carry the temple to the sky. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Su Jingxing has the aura of the Great Sage, and Xiao Xiangliu does not hide his demonic aura. The monsters in the West Sea are influenced by the sky and are born to practice Buddhism. These two seem to be no exception.
It seemed that the matter was very clear. Two big monsters dormant in the deep sea were annoyed by the ostentation of the great temple Lingtian and deliberately came to cause trouble.
The thin monk Mingfei remained calm, nodded and asked again: "May I ask the names of these two masters, and where is the Buddhist temple?"
"I am compassionate and he is compassionate. My family's temple has no name, but I just made up my mind and thought of a good name for your plaque. When I go back, I will erase the horizontal line and it can be hung directly." Su Jing said:
"Call it Modasha!"
At this time, Ming Fei's younger brother, the fat monk Beng Fei, spoke up: "The two masters practice superbly and should have a wide reputation. The monk also traveled to the West Sea back then, but he had never heard of these two." The man's voice came out.
It was so boring that the air around him buzzed when he spoke.
This white-faced monk was originally an old clam in the Western Sea. After rushing into the Buddhist temple with everyone three days ago, he was not guided by the monks in the temple and found an opportunity to wander around on his own. He accidentally bumped into the great abbot of the Motian Temple.
Not only did the great abbot not blame him, but he was extremely happy because of his profound wisdom. He personally enlightened him and accepted him as his disciple.
This matter has long been spread among the people who came to the temple. Everyone said that the old clam was a blessing in disguise, and everyone was envious of the West Sea Fairy who came with him.
"Does one have to be famous if he practices profoundly? We brothers live in seclusion and never pay attention to outsiders. How can we be famous?" Liu Lengbing asked, "On the other hand, if we open the temple to the sky, our reputation will be loud.
Does practice have to be profound?"
Old Clam has cultivated the Smiling Clam Armor. When he transforms into his true form, his two big shells are smiling human faces. When he transforms into human form, he also smiles: "Since you are my Xihai cultivation disciples, the two of you should be from the same place."
You should start practicing Buddhism since you were born. Have you ever thought about why you are born with a heart to practice Buddhism?"
"It's thanks to this sky-high temple!" Lao Ben emphasized: "The temple has been sinking into the sea for tens of thousands of years. The fragrance of Buddha has spread far and wide with the waves, and the taste of Zen has penetrated the deep seabed. Countless living beings have been subtly influenced by the Buddha's teachings. Over time, they have gradually developed...
With a bit of Buddha's light in my heart, it slowly spreads its branches and leaves, and we have the grand scene of today's West Sea where everyone is attending the Buddha and doing good deeds! Not just two people, not just poor monks, but all the people who practice in the West Sea are like this! Everyone's
All the opportunities for practice are given by the Motian Temple!"
Lao Ben's smile grew louder, and his voice became duller: "Without the Sky Temple, the West Sea would be nothing but a sea of demons; without the Sky Temple, the demon tribe in the West Sea would still be ignorant, drunken and dreaming, not knowing where the great road is. Please ask these two mages for advice, so
With such great merit, isn’t it worthy to hang it high in the sky?”
After saying that, Lao Beng clasped his hands together and turned to the west to salute. Countless West Sea monsters in the crowd also showed piety and gratitude. When they looked at the two little monster monks who came to make trouble, they despised Lao Beng even more.
Let’s get to the bottom of it. Without the Ferris wheel, you couldn’t even become a monk. Now that you are a monk, do you still have the nerve to cause trouble at the Ferris wheel?
"fart!"
In the sacred ancient temple, when everyone is pious, suddenly someone speaks foul language, which is very harsh.
The one who yelled and scolded me was Monk Mo Dasha.
The word resounded. The little demon monk Su Jing paused for a moment. He was not ashamed of the bad words but felt a little proud. He looked around before continuing: "Why?"
The two monks Ming Fei and Ben Fei frowned at the same time: "Why for what?"
"A thief steals money, and a vicious thief takes a life. The former takes it without telling anyone, while the latter takes advantage of the weak. When the ancient temple planted the idea of Zen into my heart, I was ignorant. What's more, it is useless even if I know it. I am weak and can't resist the merits.
, Bullshit merits! If you follow your guidance, guide me, and help me see my original intention clearly, I will be willing to take refuge before the Buddha. But before I was born, you planted a Zen mind in me, so why did the ancient temple tie you up?
I believe in Buddhism, this kind of behavior is not robbery, not a thief?"
"You talk about a high temple, but in my eyes I am a huge thief, a thief who steals hearts!" Su Jing's words were clear and louder as he spoke: "Buddha is in the Paradise of Paradise in the West, but he sympathizes with all living beings and wishes that all living beings can escape from the sea of suffering.
.Building temples widely, preaching sutras and sermons, appearing and restoring spirits, and inviting many Arhats and disciples to walk around the world. The Buddha worked hard and worked hard to manage it."
"Don't forget, the Buddha is omnipotent! With just one mantra, all living beings can have a deep sense of Zen. When they wake up, everyone will believe in the Buddha. Everyone will believe in the Buddha for generations to come. All living beings in the three thousand worlds will believe in the Buddha."
Buddha! But there is such a simple method that the Buddha does not use, but he keeps sending people to preach sutras and listens to the worldly Buddha all the time. Are you stupid? Or, are the monks here smarter than the Buddha?"
"The Buddha didn't do this, just because what the Buddha wanted was not for all living beings to believe in him, but for all living beings to learn from him! Everyone ran to kneel before the Buddha and said the same thing: You are the Buddha, so what's the use of being the biggest! On the other hand, doubting
Buddha, practice to realize it, finally understand the Buddha, learn from the Buddha, this is the true path, and this is what the Buddha wishes!"
"You have done things that the Buddha did not do. You do not know it is wrong, and you are not ashamed. You think you have a plan and you think you are compassionate. You are just a bunch of evil demons and heretics, but you really think of yourself as a living Bodhisattva in the West Sea?!"
Having said this, Su Jing reached out and poked the faces of the group of monks in front of him: "One by one, they are inexplicable and self-righteous. They all owe my junior brother a hard slap!"
Last time Su Jing escaped from the evil temple and met the master "Shen Guang", and heard about the theory of "learning Buddhism"; later, the ghost robe possessed a shadow monk, and during an occasional chat, the monk heard that the West Sea was dyed by the ancient temple, and he was not happy about it.
Instead, he sighed and explained the reasoning to Su Jing.
Shen Guang is a divine monk in this world, and Shadow Monk is even more incredible. Their two opinions, coupled with Su Jing's eloquence, combine the two truths in one sentence, and it has its own momentum!
Thousands of people nearby, especially those monsters from the West Sea, all had strange expressions. At first glance, I thought Su Jing was messing around, but when I thought about it carefully, the truth behind it shone brightly. Some of his words were truly profound insights!
At this moment, they looked at the great compassionate master from Modasha. The evil and sycophant remained arrogant, but there was a faint layer of solemnity. Demonic power and Zen, arrogance and compassion were combined into one, weird but eye-catching!
Besides, of the group of evil temple monks across from Su Jing, one of them is an old clam who has become a spirit, and his Buddhist views are no better than those of the shrimp monk. Others are evil thoughts incarnate. How much true Dharma can those who cultivate greed, delusion, and anger know?
Staring or frowning, there is nothing to say.
After a dull moment, Monk Benfei coughed, and could only sneer as he couldn't tell the difference: "What a strong argument, Monk admires it."
Monk Mingfei also spoke again: "Master's teachings should be left to be explained to his disciples. Spending too much time talking about them will only make people laugh."
The little demon monk laughed, turned back to Junior Brother Dabei and said with a smile: "If you don't have any ink in your heart, you will be lying if you can't argue."
Xiang Liu didn't smile and said in a calm tone: "Who can't be unreasonable?"
Mingfei on the other side waved his hand and didn't want to say any more: "Two mages, it's better to speak frankly about your intentions."
"Let your abbot come out, and I will discuss with him the matter of sinking this temple back to the bottom of the sea." The little demon monk smiled, and while speaking, he pointed at the sea: "This shameful ruined temple should be gone as soon as possible.
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