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Chapter 403: The clear monk, the evil monk and soldiers

A large group of cultivators flew like the wind, following Master Shen He from a distance of hundreds of miles.

A hundred miles away from Shanxi, it used to be a huge open area with very beautiful green grass and streams. But in recent years, mortals have moved in, and the beautiful scenery has been reclaimed into fields.

In summer, when the rice flowers are blooming, you can look around at the green rice fields, with delicate white flowers in the ears, and layers of delicate fragrance floating in the wind. However, in the eyes of everyone, this is a thriving image that only exists in the world. There is something touching about it.

The scenery is as beautiful as before, but a little trouble is inevitable: the gods can't stand in the rice fields to greet the holy monks.

Unable to reach the ground, he just had to float in mid-air, and Lishan had already prepared for it. After Shen He stopped, Elder Hong took out a small embroidery bag from his sleeve, opened it, and found three red, white, and black bags. I picked up a spool of thread and chose a white spool. I took it out and shook it in the wind. Thousands of threads shot out and flew far away.

After waiting for a few more breaths, Jian Jian Er, Jian Sui Er, Fang Xianzi and other Red Crane Peak disciples all stepped forward to help the master reel in the line. They saw white clouds being pulled by the long line and quickly gathering together. In no time, in mid-air, A huge holy platform was paved with white clouds, and everyone welcomed the eminent monk Dharmajia from Mitiantai on this cloud platform.

The three dead men suddenly realized: "What color thread leads to what color clouds!"

While everyone at Red Crane Peak was gathering in clouds, Elder Feng from Lingshui Peak took out a long-necked jade vase, put a few drops of clear dew into the palm of his hand, brought it up with his mouth and blew it gently, and a blue and white cloud filled the area with a radius of dozens of meters. A light rain fell on the farmland.

The nectar turned into rain, and the disease in the fields and the weak rice seedlings immediately stood upright. At the same time, the ugly bugs in the grains fell to the soil one after another, and they died and could no longer cause harm. Some people praised Elder Feng: "Senior has a kind heart." The old man collected the jade. Ping: "Anyway, waiting for someone is idle."

You may not necessarily do good deeds all the time, but you will never do evil. When you have free time, you can still remember to reach out and help the world. This is the right path of cultivation.

Waiting for tea time, faint Sanskrit singing came from the west, and 777 monks in costumes appeared in sight.

Instead of riding on the clouds and wind, and with no magic weapon to help them, the eminent monks from Mitiantai walked in mid-air, clasping their hands and singing as they walked. Following their mantras, layers of pale golden Buddha light filled the air from the ranks, making the monks solemn and sacred. .

The golden light circulated slowly, constantly turning into butterflies. The golden butterflies flew around the eminent monks for several weeks, then turned around and dispersed in all directions, falling into the human world.

One blessing, one wisdom, one butterfly.

The monks came from the west on a long journey. Along the way, they used their own cultivation to make thousands of golden butterflies, and bestowed blessings and wisdom on the world. The word "compassion" is the only word in all the books of Buddhism, and the pomp of the eminent monks in Mitiantai will not escape it. Compassion's original meaning.

After the Midiantai team, everyone had gathered early and followed a large group of cultivators, whose scale was even larger than that on the Lishan side.

The clouds floated lightly, and Shen He led his disciples to greet them. Everyone was from different Taoist sects, and each gave their own courtesy. Shen He held his hand, smiled at the senior monk at Mitiantai, and said: "Li Shan Shen He has met Master Chen Guang. Masters It’s been a long journey.”

Chenguang Divine Monk is the abbot of Mitiantai. He is the leader of thousands of Buddhism cultivators in the Middle-earth world today. This man is very different from the Divine Guang, Di Guang and other eminent monks of his generation that Su Jing had seen before. He is not old at all, but he is not old at all. , on the contrary, he is still very young. He looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen years old.

He is not handsome in appearance, but his skin is as pure as snow, his lips are red and his teeth are white, a truly crystal clear young man!

Monk Chenguang's "youthful appearance" is no longer a secret in the world of spiritual practice. It is said that this man was precociously intelligent and made great progress in practice at a young age. However, he grew extremely slowly: by the time he had practiced practice for thousands of years, he was only in his early twenties.

appearance.

Starting from the second thousand years, his time has stopped growing. He does not maintain his appearance through cultivation, secret techniques or elixirs like female cultivators. He does not do anything deliberately, but he no longer ages.

For a whole thousand years, I have not aged at all!

When he reached his third thousand years of practice, something even more magical happened. Little by little, very slowly but without interruption, he became younger again.

Master Chen Guang has been practicing for 3,700 years, and now he has become a translucent boy in his teens

It would be fine if he didn't grow old. Little Master Lishan is also immortal, so it's not too strange. But the older he lives, the younger he gets.

Not to mention outsiders, even the eminent monks from Mitiantai and even Master Chen Guang himself cannot explain why this is the case. They can only make far-fetched assumptions and attribute it to the magic of Buddhism.

Master Chen Guang put his hands together and returned the gift: "If this is not the case, otherwise the scriptures would not be worthy of the preciousness, and it would be even more unworthy of the blessings of the gods and monks of the Motian Temple. Besides, there is no hardship in walking on this road. It is the senior noble sect who brought the scriptures out of the temple.

A truly heroic act.”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Su Jing and others couldn't help but be surprised again. The clear young monk's voice was like dead wood, hoarse, vague, and suffocating.

Chenguang's appearance is not old, but his voice has already become old.

Akamu took a deep breath and said to Xiao Xiangliu next to him: "The young monk and the hateful demon are on the same path!" Since getting the Golden Jade Bodhi, Akame and Xiao Xiangliu have become extremely good, and they will talk to him no matter what happens.

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Sao Qi Donglai has a soft and charming tone with a beard and a man with a beard, while Master Chen Guang has a young and old tone. In comparison, the latter is much better.

At this moment, Chen Guang had received guidance from the light behind him. He put his palms together and bowed to Su Jing: "Mr. Su passed on the benefit of the lamp to all the Buddhist disciples in the world. I thank you sir."

Su Jing hurriedly returned the gift: "Master, you are too polite. In the past, the scriptures were painstakingly annotated by successive eminent monks of the Motian Temple. In the future, it depends on your sect to carry it forward, and I am just passing on the work with no merit. I dare not accept this thank you from the master."

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The greetings were just polite, but Monk Chenguang smiled and said: "Okay! You'll be sorry." As he said that, he reached out and took out a cloth bag from his sleeve. It was bulging and there were things squirming back and forth in it.

As soon as the bag was opened, there were strange sounds inside: horns, drums, shouts, and killing sounds that could only be heard on the battlefield.

Chen Guang turned the bag upside down, and a large number of little people fell out, about the size of a baby's finger, with fragrant scars on their heads, but wearing armor, hanging Buddhist beads around their necks, but holding fierce blades in their hands. They were entangled with each other, fighting, and were engaged in a life-and-death struggle.

They stopped immediately after landing on Yunping. They faced the wind and grew into the size of ordinary people. There was still blood on their faces and all of them were injured. However, they moved extremely fast. They instantly formed seven square formations, each with three hundred and thirty-three fierce monks.

, neatly put their hands together in front of Master Chenguang: "Greetings to Master Abbot."

"Mr. Lishan Su Jing, spread the light and propagate the Dharma to benefit the world. Those who have great merit must not be offended by evil spirits. You must not make any mistakes when spreading the Dharma and harming the monks and supporting Su Jing." The abbot preached and pointed at Su Jing.

"Accept the abbot's decree." In the seventh formation, more than two thousand 'damaging monks' gave the order in unison, and then turned around and bowed to Su Jing and saluted: "Always stay by your side, sir. If the evil spirit offends you, you will be killed!"

Su Jing's eyesight was extraordinary, and he could tell at a glance that these 'monk soldiers' were all dead spirits, and they were all ghost monks.

Akame tugged on Xiao Xiangliu's sleeve again: "Look, the monk raises ghosts!"

Mitiantai will not interfere with mortal affairs, but in troubled times, there will always be disciples who come into the world to rescue the suffering living and save the resentful souls of those who died in vain. When encountering major wars, eminent monks will also use their magical powers and do great deeds to save the souls of the dead.

However, the Buddha has vast supernatural powers, and the karma of sentient beings is unimaginable. It is said that karma can hinder the holy way, and karma is like a hero, with thousands of strange forms, difficult to control and subdue. Even if the Buddha's teachings are profound, Monk Mitiantai cannot conquer the world. He often

You will encounter souls that cannot be transcended, and you cannot let them go to this world.

It would be easy to deal with the fierce ghosts and just break up the matter; but there are still some evil spirits with ruthless temperaments and powerful powers, but their intentions are not evil. Especially the "military spirits" who fought in the army and experienced many fierce battles during their lifetime, such

There were so many examples that the monk had no choice but to bring them to Mitian Terrace.

The evil spirit is not gone, but the evil spirits can be enlightened by the Buddha's light, and their ferocity can be used for good and eliminate evil. This is the origin of a bag of 'damaging monk soldiers'.

Mitiantai emphasizes "compassion and compassion". Although Buddhism also has the theory of subduing demons and protecting the Tao, the monks rarely fight with Dharma. More than 2,300 "harming monk soldiers" have never appeared in the world and are unknown to outsiders. They just sink the river to congratulate them.

Yu and others made a visual inspection and found that the power of this bag of monk soldiers was not inferior to several ancient Taoist soldiers from Lishan.

Chen Guang shook the bag again and took back the monk soldiers. In the blink of an eye, the bag shouted again to kill and damage the monks. The monks were ferocious. They practiced day and night. Their practice was to kill each other. The bag was magical, and the fierce soldiers were immortal in it.

The injury healed after lying down and sleeping for an hour.

After sealing and fastening it, Chen Guang handed it to Su Jing: "It's not a thank you, but a respect. If you can't protect Mr. Su, you will be ashamed of my Buddha."

Su Jing's most indispensable thing is his subordinates, not to mention Lishan's disciples have Lishan's strength to support them if they need anything, so there is no need to get the monk's soldiers.

But this bag of vicious soldiers is both a monk and a ghost. Together with the Seventeen Garudas, they listen to the sutra seals and work together. They can help him to sacrifice the sinful gods. After a moment of hesitation, Su Jing said thank you seriously. Su Jing accepted it.

pocket.

The pocket monk soldiers were a greeting gift and had to be given as soon as they met. At this time, Shen He spoke again and exchanged a few words with monk Chen Guang. The Lishan team opened up and welcomed the eminent monk Dharma from Mi Tiantai. Everyone flew towards Lishan. Others.

Everyone was fine, except Shen He and He Yu, who seemed to have noticed something and turned their eyes to the south.

They looked in the direction they were looking and saw an empty sky with nothing in it.

But soon the light in Shen Zhenren's eyes dissipated, his expression changed to one of respect, and he nodded seriously to Nanfang. He Yu smiled at Nanfang, looking very happy.

Most people didn't notice this small movement, but Su Jing and the three corpses were right beside them and could see clearly. The three corpses looked at each other, and Akame spoke first: "What are they looking after?"

Nianhua shook his head: "I don't know, anyway, I can't see anything."

Lei Dong was the leader of the three corpses and the most insightful. He said calmly: "You don't care what they saw. It's hard to pretend not to see it, but how hard it is to pretend to see it?" After saying that, like He Yu, he nodded towards the south with a smile.

head, as if he had seen something.

The other two dwarf gods were enlightened. They both imitated the elder's appearance, smiled calmly, and nodded to the south——

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