My disciples have hidden identities

His voice, his words hit the hearts of Host Ming Guang and the others like a heavy stone, and the heavy boulder made their chests feel tight.

"Of course...of course..."

Host Mingguang opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to refute Ji Pingsheng, but he didn't know what to say.

These few words of Ji Pingsheng have turned Buddhists' chanting and chanting again!

This is the rhythm of him wanting to smash the entire Buddhism!

"Mingguang host, if you don't talk about it, then I will continue talking!"

Ji Pingsheng saw that Mingguang's host was in a daze, and he didn't give him a chance to buffer, and continued to speak: "The Xuanshen Realm is vast and boundless, and there are as many geniuses as a cow's hair. Look at which famous genius is sitting at home!"

"Even your Buddhist great powers are almost all made by wandering around the world and practicing asceticism!"

"You let Bodhi Buddha sit in Shengguang Temple for 20 years. Isn't that wrong? Isn't this delaying him!"

"Don't tell me that the future can be expected, the future can be expected, all monks in Xuanshen Realm are moving forward, only Bodhi Buddha is standing still!"

A series of words spit out from Ji Pingsheng's mouth, like machine gun fire, they shot at the abbot of Mingguang and other eminent monks of Shengguang Temple, bruising them all over.

The lethality of Ji Pingsheng's words was comparable to that of a nuclear bomb, and it shattered the Buddha hearts of these people.

The Shenjia master outside the arena was also dumbfounded, his mind was buzzing with the aftermath.

Before he, and even everyone else could react to this sentence, Ji Pingsheng's next sentence had already blurted out.

Moreover, Ji Pingsheng was not talking nonsense, every word and sentence was full of reason, and it really hit their hearts.

This made them exclaim in their hearts.

Benefactor Ji, accept your supernatural powers!

"The meaning of chanting... the meaning of chanting..."

Ming Guang's eyes were blank, as if his faith had collapsed, and he kept chanting this sentence in his mouth.

He wanted to search out words from his mind to refute Ji Pingsheng, but he had nothing to say and could only look pale.

A click.

Cracks appeared in his Buddha heart.

The Buddha's light surrounding him began to dissipate, and the aura on his body gradually surged violently.

Ji Pingsheng's face changed drastically when he saw the phenomenon that Mingguang hosted.

What the hell!

This is the rhythm of being enchanted!

He panicked all of a sudden, didn't this kill Ming Guang's host!

He didn't want to do that!

"The host wakes up! I'll speak slower next time!"

Ji Pingsheng yelled at Mingguang's host in panic, but it didn't work at all.

The accident happened so quickly that everyone present could not have expected it.

Why did the Mingguang host suddenly have a Buddha's heart collapsed!

Because there are no ascetic monks in their Shengguang Temple, only monks who recite sutras...

Just when the eyes of the presiding officer Ming Guang had started to glow red, suddenly there was an ethereal Buddha voice rolling in from afar.

"Mingguang, wake up."

This is a slightly old voice, full of gentleness and tranquility.

The sound of the Great Buddha shakes the heart and protects the soul!

The eyes of Ming Guang presided over were instantly clear, and the scattered Buddha's light re-condensed as if time went backwards, and the cracks in the Buddha's heart were completely restored.

With these four words, the host Mingguang was brought back from the brink of obsession!

Where did this fairy come from!

Ji Pingsheng subconsciously looked in the direction of the Buddha's voice.

It was the edge of the crowd, standing a barefoot old monk in sackcloth.

The old monk had no Zen stick in his hand, no Buddhist beads around his neck, and nothing but sackcloth.

No one can sense even the breath.

but.

When the old monk walked towards the high platform, everyone unconsciously stepped aside and stood up straight.

The monks sitting on the ground suddenly stood up and saluted the old monk respectfully.

After Ming Guang presided over the restoration of Qingming, he looked at the old monk for the first time, and he stood up suddenly.

The other eminent monks of Shengguang Temple also stood up at the same time, facing the old monk and saluting respectfully.

on the viewing platform.

Qiu Xindie swallowed the cake in a panic, and hurriedly poked the fruit in Young Kun's mouth into her mouth.

Then he stood up obediently.

"Get up, stand up!"

Qiu Xindie looked at the bewildered Qi Luo and the choked You Kun, and reminded in a low voice.

Qi Luo didn't know who it was at all, but seeing that Qiu Xindie and other imperial city tyrants were honest like cats, she stood up accordingly.

All rise.

Ji Pingsheng was also dumbfounded.

who is this!

He didn't know who it was, but he knew it must be a big shot, and it was always right to stand up with him.

The old monk in civilian clothes slowly walked up to the high platform, raised his head slightly, and squinted at Mingguang presiding over, as if looking at a little chicken.

"Mingguang, now you know you were wrong?"

The clothed old monk said softly.

click.

The host Mingguang knelt on the copper pillar, bowed his head and said loudly: "Mingguang of Shengguang Temple pays homage to Qitian Buddha!"

at the same time.

Everyone present bowed to the old monk.

"Buddhist disciples pay homage to Qi Tianfo!"

"Disciples from hundreds of schools pay respects to Qi Tianfo!"

"Sect disciples pay homage to Qi Tianfo!"

"Xiaodie from the Scarlet Phoenix Chamber of Commerce pays homage to Qi Tianfo!"

The sound of salutation shocked Ji Ping for a whole year!

This Nima True Buddha is here!

"Get up, the old monk is sitting in the Qitian Temple, and he is shocked to hear that if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, let's come and see."

Qi Tianfo's voice was small, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

After Qi Tianfo replied, everyone straightened up tremblingly, but no one dared to sit down.

Qi Tianfo kept squinting his eyes, his eyes seemed a little cloudy, he walked slowly with bare feet, and the next step appeared on an empty copper pillar.

"Ming Guang is wrong, but you, the benefactor, are also wrong."

Qi Tianfo sat down slowly, and looked at Ji Pingsheng with a pair of mixed eyes.

Ji Pingsheng's face was dignified and serious, not daring to show any disrespect.

He had only heard the name of Qi Tianfo a few times, and it was all illusory legends.

Legend has it that Qi Tianfo has become a true Buddha, and his strength is comparable to that of the Grand Elder, only inferior to Emperor Yan.

He didn't know much about Qi Tian Buddha, but he had heard about the name of Qi Tian Temple for a long time, and he deeply admired it.

Qitian Temple is the largest temple in the Yan Dynasty. Although there are only tens of thousands of Buddhist disciples, they are all elite.

If you want to enter Qitian Temple, there are big rules.

Buddhist disciples need to cultivate with common people for three years before they can enter the temple.

After entering the temple, he practiced chanting for two years.

After two years, you have to go out of the temple and practice asceticism for five years before you can return.

Then he recited scriptures for another two years, and went out of the temple to practice asceticism for another five years.

over and over again.

It completely runs counter to the practice philosophy of Shengguang Temple.

Farming with the people, reciting scriptures with the Buddha, and practicing asceticism alone.

These three points created the most powerful temple in the Dayan Dynasty.

And this practice mode comes from Qi Tian Buddha in front of him!

"May I ask why Qi Tianfo said that?"

Ji Pingsheng asked respectfully.

When such a half-baked guy met the real Buddha, he didn't dare to refute it.

Qi Tianfo looked at Ji Pingsheng indifferently, and said slowly: "The ten ways of Buddhism all lead to the true Buddha, and chanting sutras is one of them. Although Ming Guang is wrong, chanting sutras is not wrong."

"What Qi Tianfo taught is that he made a slip of the tongue in his life."

Ji Pingsheng admitted his mistake decisively, without any hesitation.

In his heart, he was also cursing himself for being unrestrained, and he was so excited that he was so excited that he said nothing about chanting scriptures, which caused the true Buddha to come.

He only knew that Qi Tianfo was attracted to come, but he didn't know that before that, there was also a shattering eye that saw through the endless void...

"Ming Guang, when you left Qitian Temple, the old monk said that you were too paranoid. Now that Master Ji has shown you the way, why don't you repent?"

Qi Tianfo said softly, as if scolding his own children.

Children over 100 years old.

The host of Ming Guang lowered his head and said bitterly: "Ming Guang knows his mistake."

A hundred years ago he was trained by Qi Tianfo, and a hundred years later he was trained by Ji Pingsheng.

This old face is really embarrassing!

The boss came on stage, and 3000 decided the matter in two languages.

Mingguang made a mistake as the host, and Ji Pingsheng went too far.

Just when Ji Pingsheng thought that this discussion on Buddhism was over, Qi Tianfo turned his eyes to Bodhi Buddha.

A pair of wise eyes saw everything about Bodhi Buddha in seconds.

"It's a good seedling."

Qi Tianfo nodded slowly: "No wonder Ji Ji refused to give in."

Ji Pingsheng subconsciously let out a dry laugh.

"Since you want to take away the disciples of Buddhism, let's show some real skills."

Qi Tianfo said softly: "I hope you don't use the tricks of fooling Mingguang and the others to deal with the old monk."

Ji Pingsheng: "!!!!!!"

The young ones came and the old ones came.

This is really an old tradition!

It's okay for him to yell at Ming Guang as the host, but he's a little flustered when he yells at Qi Tianfo, whose strength is unfathomable!