I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 409 Chapter 413
Tang Jing, Baita Temple.

There are many pilgrims, even in this troubled time, the Baita Temple has never cut off the incense, but it has become more and more prosperous.

In the Tang Dynasty, there were court regular soldiers to protect the environment and the people. Now, beyond the boundaries of Wanfo Temple, there are no more court regular soldiers. Only monks and monks from temples and monks have become the boundaries of Anfang.

Shuikou County.

Walking in the bustling market with burning lanterns, watching the sallow and emaciated county residents coming and going, their faces showed sorrow, and they chanted scriptures.

In a sense, it was his first time here, but there was a familiar atmosphere everywhere in this place.

In the middle of the street, there is a waterway Dharma altar, and each monk holds one side, chewing on words, choosing scriptures to discuss all beings, all people, and all people's hearts.

mutual confirmation of Buddhism.

This kind of water and land ceremony is very common in the Tang Dynasty. Most of the monks walking outside the temples and other temples confirm the main points of the scriptures, and they are said to promote the Buddhist practice of the monks.

However, with the theory of Mo Tian raised by Mo Buddha in the territory of Tang Dynasty, the devil and Buddha are unified into one.

This kind of sutra has bewitched many Buddhist temples and monks, which made the Water and Land Dharma Association a lot more dangerous. Often some monks fell into the way of the Demon Buddha without knowing it, and thus had conflicts with the Wanfo Temple.

The Demon Buddha gave up his practice and ran around the territory of Tang all day long. With his voice of Demon Buddha cultivation, he secretly imprinted the seeds of Demon Buddha on many Buddhas.

Just let the ten thousand Buddhas destroy the demons, but at the root, it still cannot solve the theory of the demons and Buddhas.

After all, the Devil Buddha was born based on the Dharma. If the Devil Buddha himself is not dealt with, it may be possible to eliminate the root but not the root.

Around the altar, there are many monks and soldiers guarding the surrounding safety.

They all wore yellow monk armor, held copper sticks, had no hair on their heads, and their faces were cold but with a hint of compassion.

"Brother, please take a look."

A monk on the altar spread out his palms, and golden light bloomed in his palms, as if a golden lotus was born, disillusioned, illusory and blurred, but it also seemed to mean the cycle of birth and death, and it seemed to be accompanied by Buddhist chanting.

The people listening in the distance gradually showed excited expressions, as if they had heard the truth.

Many people showed pious faces, sat cross-legged, and pinched the Dharma seal with their hands, as if they were reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The faces of the monks on the opposite side showed anxiety. Seeing the golden lotus appearing and disillusioned, he seemed to be sinking into the Buddhist principles. Slowly, the other party's body became taller, like a giant with ten thousand feet.

He radiates golden light and is gilded with gold paint, making it look extremely primitive, like a Buddha coming to the world.

"Good."

The monk in the white lotus robe twisted the Buddhist beads with one hand, looked at Guangxi in the palm of his hand with one hand, shook his arm, put the bracelet on his arm, and then took out a flag about a foot long from his arms.

"Brother, please read again."

With one palm of golden lotus, illusions come and go, and with one palm of flag, there is no wind.

Ran Deng approached and looked at it carefully.

The wooden stick is only about a foot long. I don't know what kind of material it is. It looks very heavy. There are long and twisted strange lines on the outside of the stick, which looks like Buddhist scriptures, but it doesn't look like it. It is dark golden and reveals a faint light.

If you stare at it for a long time, you will easily feel dizzy, flustered, and inexplicably upset. Another eminent monk is constantly persuading you, and you will feel uncomfortable.

The banner cloth at the top also looks more extraordinary. The banner surface is tough, with gold and ink lines on it, and the talismans in the monastery are drawn, which are small and many, and the complexity is even more than the existing talismans.

Monk Bailian waved the banner lightly, and a breeze gathered around him automatically, accompanied by a faint and imperceptible black air, which made everyone's faces even more infatuated.

At this moment, Ran Deng felt the relic in his body tremble slightly, as if repelling it.

His physical body actually produced a trace of demon energy in an instant, but once this energy appeared, the true energy of Buddhism in his body was shattered.

But it was in this situation that he was terrified.

Suddenly, he somewhat understood why the previous generation Ran Deng would choose Nirvana, and felt afraid of that Demon Buddha.

Now he is only one step away from returning to the position of Buddha. For this step, he only needs to accumulate enough Buddha Dharma true energy again. With the hard work of water, he can condense enough Buddha Dharma true energy in time.

In fact, if he hadn't been robbed of a lot of relic power by the Li family in the past few years, at this time, he would still need to re-condense the true energy of Buddhism.

Already with a bang, he soared to the sky.

However, Ran Deng does not hold any resentment, without the protection of the Li family, I am afraid that he will become a target of public criticism, and there will be no stable environment for refining relics and practicing meditation for other people's fat meat.

Even a temple was re-opened in Yujing, which can be regarded as opening up wasteland in the Buddha-free land in Yu Dynasty.

"Eh!"

Ran Deng sighed softly.

It seems legitimate to use evil energy to lure people into the Buddha, but it is actually a crooked way.

"Crack."

There was a crisp sound from the banner, and there was a long and thin crack, and all the monks were shocked.

The demonic energy in someone's body was uncontrollable and suddenly rose, as if the whole person exuded a gloomy demonic energy, and someone spit out a mouthful of blood. All the Buddhas looked pale and looked at the monk Bailian opposite.

"You are a disciple of the Demon Buddha."

The monk stood up without hesitation, stepped on the tiger's pace, his chest heaved slightly, and the violent wind and waves gushed out from under his body, and he printed his palm in the air.

"Brother, you are too weak."

Monk Bailian slapped his palm lightly, and the monk on the opposite side felt as if he had hit an indestructible mountain with his hand, and the counter-shock force came, and his muscles and bones were instantly broken.

Compared with the monks in front of him, monk Bailian paid more attention to the burning lamp not far away.

He easily broke his magic-calling Zen sound. There are not many such great masters even in Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. They are all old friends, but this person is completely unfamiliar to him.

"who are you?"

he asked.

As soon as the words fell, he passed the crowd, approaching like lightning, with claw-like hands, and he did not have the compassionate style of a monk, as if he wanted to take someone's life.

"Too much hostility, Buddhism pays attention to cultivating the body and mind, your road is forked, the Buddha and the devil are born and restrained, and the rapid progress often leads to people stopping at the last step, and difficulties are piled up behind.

Thus blocking his own way. "

Ran Deng said lightly.

A big pale golden hand, ignoring distance and time, came to the white-robed monk in an instant and grabbed him.

"what?"

Monk Bailian's eyes were wide open, and he stared at the lamp in horror. He couldn't even catch a move, and the breath in his body was completely confused.

"Turning back is the shore."

Burning the lamp and reciting a sentence, let the demonic energy in the monk Bailian's body be quickly purified by the Dharma of burning the lamp, let his aura fall again and again, and the black energy surged from his body.

"Lamp Buddha?"

Monk Bailian had a few disgusting black veins on his face, and his devilish energy was deeply planted, making him howl again and again.

Ran Deng didn't answer, but his face remained unchanged, and his attitude was very relaxed.

While chanting sutras in a low voice, his palm continuously emitted golden light.

(End of this chapter)