Martial Arts Supreme Cultivation System

Chapter 456 The Great Master

Now that it is confirmed that the spiritual beast will indeed contain the artistic conception of the supreme master, Luo Jianxun's purpose of this trip has been achieved. After frolicking with the white horse on the grassland for a while, he told Se Maile that he wanted to rest. After leaving the grassland, when he left, the white horse seemed to be reluctant to part with Luo Jianxun for a long time, until Luo Jianxun said that he would continue to visit him when he was free, and then he let Luo Jianxun go.

Luo Jianxun didn't lie. During the few days waiting for Amitabha's lecture to start, he would go to the grassland almost every day, play with the white horse for a while, and lead the white horse for a while. The relationship between the two became more and more intimate. Although Luo Jianxun has not been able to comprehend the artistic conception of the white horse in the past few days, being in that artistic conception for a long time has also slightly changed Luo Jianxun's own artistic conception, and the whole person has become more and more indifferent. After a long time, I dare not say that I was assimilated, I am afraid that it will have an impact.

Finally, after such days passed, Amitabha's lectures finally began. On this day, the entire Haitian Buddhist Kingdom became lively. Perhaps it was because of the purity of Buddhism, there were no gongs, drums, and firecrackers in the secular world. However, compared to the other days, it was much more lively, with bursts of Sanskrit music and smog, and even the worship of Buddha in Zhaitang Buddhist Temple was several times more in an instant.

Early in the morning, Luo Jianxun came early to the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, which is the main hall where Amitabha preached scriptures. He saw the golden light of the ten thousand Buddha statues being wiped, as if the Buddha was born, and all the people coming and going in the hall were There are bald heads, only a few tutuo nuns, not bald heads, monks and nuns of any kind, full of them, a solemn scene of treasures.

As a master-level master, Luo Jianxun's actions are also on the central throne of the hall. Apart from him, old acquaintances, Taoist Qianyang from Wudang Zixiao Palace and Master Jingci from Songshan Dharma Temple also arrived early. Luo Jianxun, the two got up one after another, and wanted to say hello to Luo Jianxun.

"Master Luo came early?" The two laughed.

Seeing this, Luo Jianxun hurriedly returned the salute, "I came earlier than the two of you. I thought it was Luo who arrived first this time. I don't think you two came earlier."

"It's not that early. It's just that as a disciple of Buddhism, the old monk is naturally more attentive to Buddhist events. No, it's not in vain to drag Taoist Qianyang here to talk about Taoism very early in the morning. Here comes the show." Master Jingci smiled upon hearing this.

The three of them exchanged pleasantries, and many people came one after another, Mrs. Ruyi, the master of Siyou Valley, Jiang Beiyang, as well as the masters from Zhenyue Palace and Baiyun Nunnery also came to congratulate this event. It is a grand event in the Buddhist sect every few decades. Everyone sits around the throne and greets each other.

Luo Jianxun looked around for a while, and saw that there were Maitreya monks and five other vacancies around the throne, which meant that besides Maitreya monks, there were at least five other vacancies around the throne. A master-level master, the background of the three holy places is self-evident.

After a while, all the thrones were filled with people, and a crisp bell rang, the sound was not loud, but it was like a drum in the evening, which was thought-provoking. The hall became quiet for an instant, and then Luo Jianxun felt a strange feeling in his heart. He immediately looked up and saw an old monk with simple clothes and a gray beard who appeared on the throne at some point, his face was wrinkled, His old eyes were dim, like a senile old man, but Luo Jianxun didn't feel the slightest thing about his appearance.

Immediately, Luo Jianxun took a deep breath, the cultivation of this old monk must have reached the realm of a great master.

He seemed to feel that Luo Jianxun was looking at him. The old monk's glance shocked Luo Jianxun. When the old monk looked at him just now, he felt as if his whole body had been seen, not only the surface of his body was covered. After seeing everything, even how many bones, how many blood vessels, how many times the heart beats, and how much blood was transported during the beating, all fell into the eyes of the other party. This feeling is unprecedented in history. , he has only experienced it once, and that is in Ou Yezi's incomplete arsenal.

At that time, Luo Jianxun felt this way when he was looked at by the old man. Now, when he is looked at by this old monk, he feels this way again, but this feeling is much shallower, and now Luo Jianxun is also a master-level master. Although he seems to be seen through by others at a glance, he will not show too much.

Moreover, Luo Jianxun also noticed that when the old monk looked at him, his aura fluctuated, as if it was integrated with the entire Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas and seemed to exist independently. There are flaws at all, as if there is no flaw at all.

Fortunately, the old monk only glanced at Luo Jianxun and then withdrew his gaze. Looking at the dense crowd in front of him, he slowly said, "Namo Amitabha, the poor monk Shi Kong, I have met all my fellow martial arts practitioners and eminent monks." That voice said It was extremely plain, and it was sent out slowly from his mouth, but it was like Huang Zhong Dalu, and it echoed in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas instantly.

When everyone heard the words, they got up quickly and saluted Master Shikong respectfully, "I have met Master Shikong, master is well."

Seeing this, Luo Jianxun also stood up with everyone, and saluted this great master-level expert who was in charge of the Haitian Buddhist Kingdom.

"You don't need to be polite, please sit down." Upon hearing this, Monk Shikong raised his hand and motioned for everyone to sit down, and then slowly said: "Amitabha's lecture begins now. All fellow martial arts practitioners, great virtues and eminent monks, whether they have Whether there are obstacles in martial arts or doubts about Buddhism, we can discuss them one by one, discuss the sutras and teach the Dharma, all dharma comes from the same source, and there is no Amitabha Buddha.”

As soon as the words fell, a monk stood up from the crowd, and opened his mouth with a large passage of scriptures, Luo Jianxun was in a fog and didn't understand what he was talking about.

However, although Luo Jianxun didn't understand, he felt a unique artistic conception from the monk. This artistic conception is not like the artistic conception of martial arts training, but a unique, pure idea derived from the cultivation of painstaking efforts. , because of the unique environment of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, this pure thought has evolved into a shallow artistic conception.

As this monk stood up, more monks stood up. They either asked questions, answered questions, or debated. A wave of artistic conception began to fill the entire Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Luo Jianxun also gradually felt the so-called Amitabha lecture. meaning.

(End of this chapter)