The mountain gate of Hongfa Temple is wide open, and you can see the stone steps going up the mountain while sitting in the main hall.
Under the yellow jujube tree at the bend of the mountain, lamas wearing red cassocks walked in twos and threes. If I counted them carefully, there were actually more than a dozen.
Among them was a young lama who walked slowly and freely; the disciples around him followed him devoutly, with their heads lowered and their eyes lowered, holding five-color prayer flags. The closest one was two meters away from him.
The young lama is not very tall, but he gives a very imposing impression. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his movements show a calm and noble demeanor, which is in sharp contrast to the masculinity, maleness and ruggedness of the lamas around him.
Accompanying him was a woman in white clothes and light fur, with a reddish complexion and slender eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes; the most eye-catching thing was the mysterious and proud smile on her face. The woman held a pure gold prayer wheel with a white ivory handguard.
According to Tantric tradition, the more holes on the hand guard of the prayer wheel, the deeper the holder's cultivation power. The woman has a beautiful appearance and delicate skin, and there are already seven irregular holes on the ivory hand guard. I wish you a young couple
The lama didn't care much and was secretly wary of the woman because he couldn't tell her age.
When approaching the pavilion in front of Hongfa Temple, the lamas in red dispersed, and two ran into the pavilion and spread a felt on the stone steps. The young lama sat down peacefully, with the woman standing on his left.
Zhu Tong retracted his thoughts and seemed not to have seen the scene outside the temple. He was still sitting in the chief seat and chatting with Master Yu Xuan over wine.
However, Master Konghuan became more energetic, stood up and said with a smile: "I wish you, Master, if you don't go to greet your friends who are coming from afar? Don't lose the etiquette of the world."
"Friends?" Zhu Tong glanced at the scene inside and outside the pavilion and curled his lips contemptuously; "Zhu Tong doesn't have such noble friends. We know who is a friend and who is not. Master Konghuan, if those are your friends, I will tell you.
I'm here to say hello, and I want to introduce you to everyone..." After saying this, Zhu Tong looked around and said, "I have no objection, Senior Siren, Yuxuan Taoist Sect, look at..."
"We are just friends, so we come in to drink. Since ancient times, strong dragons can't overwhelm local snakes, so they can't make big waves." Master Yu Xuan raised his sword eyebrows and stared at the lama in the pavilion, with a hint of surprise on his face.
"There are more friends, there are more ways to go. Ahem, no matter whether you know the friends from far away or not, it is always necessary to welcome them." Siren Guan Guan followed the trend and saw that the lamas in the pavilion were all masters, so he took advantage of the situation to lend a helping hand to Kong Huan.
Master Kong Huan vomited and had diarrhea for half the night. He softly walked out of Hongfa Temple and clasped his palms together to greet the lamas.
In the main hall, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly spoke: "The living Buddha Renjie Sazun comes from the Shanta Temple in southern Tibet, and Qusangzhuom is the female living Buddha of the Snow Drum Temple. They both inherit the secret skills of the Flower Sect. I wish the leader, if I were you...
.To say something that shouldn't be said, they are here for the treasure, and even more so for the dragon, phoenix, and star in your hand."
No way? Zhu Tong screamed secretly; suddenly, he knew the reason why so many people gathered here when his senior brother was released from prison: dragon and phoenix stars. That young monk must be the Living Buddha Renjiesa, needless to say
, the woman beside him is the female Living Buddha Qusangzhuom.
It was such a coincidence that the treasure was scattered from the senior brother. Not long after Zhu Tong arrived in Shanghai, two jade seals appeared. Later, Jiang Xiaoyu led a group of experts to search for them in many ways, but found nothing.
Discover.
However, a pair of precious magic needles with great origins appeared in their hands. Chen Yiyi saw with her own eyes that it was given to her by Kazuo Ikeda. Mr. Tian and Bai Lixiao should have no doubt about it.
However, the heroes in the arena are destined not to be so good at fighting. Zhu Tong only gave a few general explanations to Master Kong Huan about the origins of dragons and phoenix stars; now it seems that it is Kong Huan who is causing this big wave behind the scenes.
Even Jiang Xiaoyu was very suspicious of himself.
Will they believe what they say? Zhu Tong remained nonchalant on the surface, and quickly analyzed the masters around him in his heart. The conclusion he came to was desperate. He even saw something from Master Yu Xuan.
When Jiang Xiaoyu said the words "Dragon, Phoenix and Xinghao", Master Yu Xuan's hand unconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword.
Zhu Tong felt helpless. In the past night, he tried his best to maintain his strength on the whole. Zhu Tong's disciples were not prosperous, and with their three brothers, even if Yu Xuanzhen couldn't help anyone, Zhu Tong could not help anyone.
The door can no longer use any effective means.
Zhu Yun and Zhu Huai also saw that something was wrong with the situation. Zhu Huai was doing better, while Zhu Yun seemed a little uneasy. They all knew that Zhu Fei, that is, Suowonda, was on a six o'clock flight, which was from Shanghai to Chongqing today.
The first flight; this means that the hope of blessing the door cannot appear before nine o'clock. It is now seven o'clock, how to survive the next two hours?
Come whatever you are afraid of, Master Konghuan led the young living Buddha Renjie Sazon into Hongfa Temple and stepped up to the main hall. Facing Zhu Tong, he smiled softly, showing his white teeth.
"Are you Master Zhu?" Renjie Sazun's Chinese was very standard, with only a slight hint of a borderland flavor.
"Are you the Living Buddha Renjiesa? It's a pleasure to meet you." Zhu Tong had no choice but to greet him.
"Master Zhu, forgive Renjie Sarun for being presumptuous, sooner or later you will fall into the devil's path." Renjie Sarun's clear eyes passed over Zhu Tong, and wherever he went, the little liar felt a slight electric shock; finally, the young liar
The living Buddha's gaze rested on the Yintang point between Zhu Tong's eyebrows.
His cultivation power is about the same as Suowanda's, but his kung fu is far behind. However, this spiritual awareness is like gurgling spring water, making Zhu Tong's depth invisible.
"The devil's way? What is that?" Zhu Tong, who never suffers any loss, smiled casually; "The living Buddha is not living freely in Tibet. If you come to this muddy water, how can you say that you are possessed by the devil or not?"
The young living Buddha took a deep breath helplessly, suppressed the impulse in his heart, turned his gaze to the Buddha statue in the hall, and silently recited a few lines of Buddhist scriptures without saying anything else.
Renjiesa Zun Living Buddha is talking about the butterfly god in Zhutong's body, and Zhutong is talking about the living Buddha's behavior itself. There are different levels, but it cannot be said that one is better than the other.
"The Seven-leaf Lotus is the most precious treasure of Shanta Temple. It has been living in China for many years and should return to Tibetan areas. Now, there are not many devout Buddhist believers in China. Tibetan believers are looking forward to the grand ceremony of the return of the Seven-leaf Lotus. Best wishes to the master and to the senior brother.
, the Seven-leaf Lotus is just a cultural relic in your hands, so what..."
The one who spoke was the female Living Buddha Qusangzhuom. She followed Renjiesatun like a little bird. When Zhu Tong opened her mouth, Zhu Tong had not thought about how to respond, but Zhu Huai spoke first.
"How do we know where the Seven-leaf Lotus is? Living Buddha, be careful what you say. Some people are afraid of the world being unstable. For their own benefit, it is common for them to deceive believers with empty words. With the compassion of the Living Buddha, don't let others use you as a weapon.
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Zhu Tong's heart tightened. His elder brother kept glancing at Master Konghuan as he spoke, clearly implying that the two living Buddhas were being provoked.
Zhu Tong also understood this judgment, but at this moment, it was obviously not the time to talk about this; things within Buddhism have their own rules, and since the two living Buddhas came here, they would never be dismissed easily with a few words.
Sure enough, Qusangzhuom Living Buddha shook the prayer wheel, and a strong desolation floated out from the clanging metal sound; this feeling was so sudden, it instantly shook every meridian and hair of Zhu Tong.
Suddenly, there was another rumble of thunder. It seemed like millions of lightning bolts were about to tear the heaven and earth apart and destroy everything in the world.
Qusangzhuom's gentle voice came: "Zhu Tong, are you going to hell? Come, sister, save you..." Silk and bamboo strings came from the prayer wheel, and there were also faint sounds of Tibetan drums and eagle flutes.
ring.
"Poof!" There was a soft sound, and Fanxing flicked the half-chi-half bamboo knife.
Zhu Tong was suddenly alerted. Qusangzhuomu seemed to be weak, but she used ruthless moves silently. Her prayer wheel was a level different from that of Suowonda Living Buddha. However, the prayer wheel was on a different level.
The bead is bright red in color, which is where the weirdness comes from.
"Do you want to dance, living Buddha?" Zhu Tong took out the bamboo flute Liuyun left by the bamboo Taoist priest, put it to his lips, and blew it gently.
The faint sound of the flute was unfamiliar and stagnant, but it only turned three or two times. The prayer wheel in Qusangdröm's hand slowed down. Slowly, he raised his right hand and really started dancing to the sound of the flute.
The only person around who could understand the sound of this flute was Master Yu Xuan; thin drops of sweat dripped from his face. This flute sound was the last song left by the bamboo Taoist priest on the mushroom rock. How could the little liar play it?
come out?
"Ding..." A high-pitched trill pierced Zhu Tong's flute, and the sound of water, voices, and screams suddenly sounded all around.
With a muffled sound of "Bang!", Zhu Tongcai saw that his senior brother was guarding him in front of him, fighting hard with the living Buddha Qusangzhuom; the young living Buddha Renjie Sazun, holding a golden bell,
Pull on Qusandrom's sleeve.
"Sister, what they said is right. Before we understand the situation, we can't take action casually." Renjie Sazun Living Buddha persuaded the female Living Buddha to stop, and then said to Zhu Tongsheng: "It's our fault for offending. We shouldn't."
Asking for innocence and making random moves."
"It's nothing; Living Buddha, please take a seat." Zhu Tong politely asked Renjie Sarun to sit down, and turned to look at his senior brother; Zhu Huai's Peng Ma Kung Fu was stronger than Zhu Tong's, so it seemed that he was not at a disadvantage this time.
The sound of the flute just captured Qusangzhuom's mind, but also trapped the flute player Zhu Tong. The moment the golden bell of Renjie Sazun rang, the female living Buddha had woken up, but Zhu Tong began to be confused. No.
Zhu Huai took action, but Zhu Tong might have been injured.
Qusangzhuom sat down with Living Buddha Renjiesa, and looked at Zhu Huai and Fanxing with contemptuous eyes: "You broke the rules, it's not you, he has already been defeated."
Fanxing stood up and asked softly: "May I ask these two Living Buddhas, what is victory and what is defeat?"
"The eagle in the sky does not have the same ideals as the chicken." The female living Buddha said contemptuously.
"Buddha teaches that all living beings are equal, whether it's an eagle or a chicken, what's the difference?" Fanxing doesn't look at other people's faces at all. In this hall, his identity is not a big deal. "The Taoist priest is stubborn, but the master has ascended.
Only then did I understand a truth. I would like to ask two friends from the snowy plateau, what is the source of this big river in front of me?"
"A drop of water." Renjiesa Zun was silent for a moment, and looked at Fanxing. A drop of crystal water was condensed on a bamboo knife half a foot long.
Fanxing nodded and said: "It is indeed a drop of water. This drop of water travels across mountains and ridges for thousands of miles. Why does it turn into such a big river when it comes here?"
"One drop of water cannot turn into a big river. Only when hundreds of millions of drops of water gather together can it turn into a big river." This time, it was the female Living Buddha who was saying.
"Yes, billions of drops of water turn into a big river. In this big river, is there any difference between every drop of water?"
"There is no difference between every drop of water. It's just that there is not only water in the river, but also sand and dirt. My Buddha's compassion is precisely to eliminate the dirt in the world and restore the source of clarity."
"But why, when the river flows back to the sea, it turns from sweet to bitter. The Buddha's Dharma is boundless, so how can it not purify the boundless ocean?" Fanxing flicked the half-chi bamboo knife again, and the drop of water suddenly disappeared.
"Buddhism is compassionate. There is no difference between a drop of water and a grain of sand." Renjiesa Zun appeared again, but the female living Buddha was speechless.
A voice came from afar: "A drop of water is born, stained with impurities in the world. The purpose of cultivating Buddhism is to purify oneself and return to the source of purity. The two living Buddhas have entered the world of mortals and their hearts are stained with impurities. Good or bad, come, come, come,
You two have a fight with me."
A tall and strong man appeared out of thin air in the main hall of Hongfa Temple. He was dressed in simple clothes and had a fearless smile on his face. He pointed at the two living Buddhas and said, "You can come together."
Zhu Tong let out a long breath, and Zhu Fei finally arrived.