Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

These instigators were not martial arts masters, so there were no monks from the Great Miaolian Temple around them.

Through this, Monk Yuande saw that they were well prepared and had already prevented the Great Miaolian Temple from discovering them in time and responding.

It was difficult for the dozens of disciples of the Great Miaolian Temple to take care of thousands of believers. They could only choose to get close to the places where martial arts masters gathered, and naturally ignore other places.

Monk Yuande looked solemn.

Making trouble during this lecture was indeed a disgrace to the Great Miaolian Temple, and it was full of malice.

Standing here, he could clearly feel several strands of malice lingering, hovering above the crowd, pointing to himself and the Great Miaolian Temple.

Xu Qingluo said: "Master, do you want us to help?"

"Miss Xu, no need." Monk Yuande said slowly: "The disciples of our temple can handle it."

Xu Qingluo said: "It would be a good thing to take this opportunity to catch them, so that they don't hide in the dark and attack the disciples of your temple."

Monk Yuande nodded slowly.

This is indeed a good opportunity to find them, but it is also very risky. If any one of them is missed, it may cause trouble.

His lips moved.

After a few breaths, eight middle-aged monks emerged from the Great Miaolian Temple, wearing yellow monk robes and solemn appearance.

They went out of the temple gate and divided into eight directions, entered the crowd, and soon came to the believers one by one, clasped their hands together and saluted, asking them to leave here and go to another place to listen.

These people were immediately full of indignation, and loudly questioned why they were forced to move. They were believers who wanted to listen to the monk Fakong's lectures, so why couldn't they decide where to sit by themselves, and had to obey the arrangements of the Great Miaolian Temple.

No matter how strong the Great Miaolian Temple is, it is too much to do this. This is bullying others with power, and it is too much. I will never agree.

The eight middle-aged monks did not argue, with a solemn expression, just looking at each other quietly, and then asked them to leave again.

If they resolutely refused to leave, they could only use force.

The eight people shook their heads helplessly, with a look of frustration and dissatisfaction on their faces, and left mumbling, and came to the front row under the attention of everyone.

This surprised everyone.

They originally thought that these people would be moved to the back, but unexpectedly they were at the front.

This is clearly a preferential treatment.

The eight middle-aged monks continued to wander in the crowd, then stopped and asked the other party to leave here and come to the front again.

As a result, they were questioned with dissatisfaction and anger again, but the eight monks were unmoved, just watched calmly and insisted on their decision.

When the eight monks finally returned to the Great Miaolian Temple, thirty-two people had been strongly invited to the front.

People understood it now.

These thirty-two people may not have come from a proper place, and they did not want to listen to Master Fakong's Buddhist teachings so purely, but had other purposes.

The handling of the Great Miaolian Temple was also very wonderful. After seeing through their intentions, they did not drive them away directly, but moved them to the front to be guarded.

No one could say anything about this.

Sitting in the front row is more conducive to listening to the Dharma, and you can hear more clearly and see more clearly.

"Master, you are amazing." Xu Qingluo praised.

If Zhou Yu took action, he could easily find those with ulterior motives, but that was because he had a clear mind.

Does the Great Miaolian Temple also have such a magic?

It is indeed worthy of being the Great Miaolian Temple, with a deep accumulation and should not be underestimated.

Monk Yuande smiled and shook his head.

Chu Ling said: "Master, what kind of magic is this?"

Monk Yuande said: "This is not martial arts, but Buddhism. If you have obtained the Great Round Mirror Wisdom, you can sense the emotions of the human heart."

"The Great Round Mirror Wisdom is amazing." Xu Qingluo praised.

As a disciple of Buddhism, she naturally knew the Great Round Mirror Wisdom.

The Great Round Mirror Wisdom is extremely powerful, but what is said in the Buddhist scriptures is only an ideal state, the ultimate power, which is difficult to truly achieve.

This is like swordsmanship. The sword manual of each set of swordsmanship is written to be invincible after practice, and it is rare in the world.

But after some people have mastered it, the power is really amazing, while after others have mastered it, the power is mediocre.

Zhou Yu nodded gently.

As far as she knows, Hui Xin Tong Ming is actually derived from Da Yuan Jing Zhi, but the founder of Ming Yue Temple is a genius, and the Hui Xin Tong Ming he created is more convenient and easier to practice.

Monk Yuan De said: "Those uncles are not good at martial arts, they are purely practicing Buddhism."

Martial arts are often an obstacle to the practice of Buddhism. Like many temples with profound cultural heritage, Da Miao Lian Temple is often divided into civil practice and martial practice.

Civil practice is specialized in Buddhism and focuses on getting rid of troubles.

Martial practice is specialized in martial arts practice, but also practices Buddhism at the same time, using Buddhism to adjust the state of mind and promote the progress of martial arts.

In the whole temple, one in ten people practice civil practice.

These disciples who specialize in Buddhism often point out the Buddhism of martial arts disciples and enlighten their state of mind, which is very useful.

After practicing Buddhism deeply, they often have some strange skills, which cannot reach the level of supernatural powers, but are equivalent to practicing magic.

Chu Ling asked curiously: "Master, how does the Great Mirror Wisdom compare to the Clear Wisdom Heart?"

"... The difference is similar." Monk Yuande pondered for a moment and said: "It depends on the depth of the realm."

"I see." Chu Ling nodded and looked at Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu said: "Of course I am not as good as the masters."

Chu Ling laughed: "How long have they been practicing? How long have you been practicing? In another twenty years, you will be able to match the masters."

She actually thought that Zhou Yu's Clear Wisdom Heart was more powerful, but it was not appropriate to say it here.

Zhou Yu glanced at someone in the distance and winked at Xu Qingluo, who looked over.

She looked at Zhou Yu again.

Zhou Yu's eyes flickered, and he confirmed her gaze with his eyes.

Xu Qingluo said: "Master, I think there is a problem with one person, that is, the young man in the southeast wearing a yellow shirt and a jade pendant on his waist, with a mole on his chin."

Zhou Yu's eyes flickered, and his chin moved slightly.

Monk Yuande looked over.

He had a keen eye and recognized the person Xu Qingluo was talking about at a glance. He was a handsome young man, as elegant as a gentleman in the world, and he was looking at his palm with his eyes slightly lowered, as if there was something mysterious in the palm of his hand.

Monk Yuande took a deep look and looked at Xu Qingluo again.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "This is pure intuition, which may not be so accurate, but I would rather be wrong than let it go, right?"

"That makes sense." Monk Yuande nodded slightly, his lips moved, and he transmitted his voice in secret.

After a while, two middle-aged monks came out of the temple, came to the handsome young man, and saluted with their hands clasped together.

The handsome young man smiled, walked with his hands behind his back, and came to the front row, closest to Xu Qingluo and the other five people.

He smiled and clasped his hands together: "Divine Monk Yuande, your temple made a mistake this time. I really admire the Buddhist teachings of Divine Monk Fakong, and I have no other intentions."

Monk Yuande clasped his hands together and smiled: "Amitabha, please forgive me, donor."

"I understand the master's caution," the handsome young man shook his head, his eyes fell on Xu Qingluo's beautiful face: "Who is this girl...?"

Xu Qingluo said lightly: "Xu Qingluo."

"It turns out to be Miss Xu." The handsome young man smiled and said: "Nice to meet you, I am Luo Minghai, a disciple of Jixiang Peak."

Monk Yuande frowned slightly.

Jixiang Peak is not an ordinary sect. It is hard to say whether it is good or evil. It acts in a secretive way and has powerful martial arts, but it has nothing to do with the Great Miaolian Temple.

Zhou Yang said: "Jixiang Peak, Miao Kongshou."

Luo Minghai looked at Zhou Yang and smiled: "Exactly."

Zhou Yang snorted: "Jixiang Peak is actually colluding with Changchun Valley?"

Luo Minghai's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he smiled: "Brother, be careful with your words."

Xu Qingluo said: "You can't get a tiger cub without risking it. Mr. Luo, which important person in Jixiang Peak are you, the young peak master?"