Sacrifice

"..."

As soon as Puye's words fell, all the monks clamored.

Everyone whispered to each other and asked each other, just because of the allusion Boye said...no one had heard of it.

Lingshan?Omen?Rain?The old monk/poor monk/little monk have been reading Buddhist scriptures for so many years, why haven’t they heard of them?

... Hehe, of course everyone has never heard of it. This is a story that Bo Ye racked his brains for three days before making up. If you hear it, you will be damned.

Among them, an eminent monk from the Bodhi Court couldn't bear it any longer, chanting the Buddha's name and asking questions.

"I don't know how Zen Master Boye learned about this allusion? We have never heard of it?"

——As long as you give lectures on stage, you have to be called a Zen master. This is not a deliberate provocation by this great monk.

Boye said calmly, "I learned this allusion from my teacher, Zen master Fajing."

The monk was obviously taken aback, and seemed a little shocked, "Oh? Then I don't know which classic book this allusion comes from?"

——Fajing read scriptures?Monks don't tell lies, but... but does Fajing really know how to read scriptures?

Boye coughed, remembering Fajing's great deed of using Buddhist scriptures as toilet paper, his face burned a little, "My teacher didn't go into details, but when I was packing my luggage during the journey, I accidentally found that there were some clothes in my clothes. A few pages of scattered Buddhist scriptures, Bo Ye accidentally glanced at this allusion when packing up."

He sighed, "Later, the little monk asked curiously, and the master only said that this sutra was obtained from a secret place of a certain fairy family. Because the meaning of the sutra is incomplete and the content is obscure, it was not passed back to the temple."

——This is what Bohua said, if there is a problem, find Fajing =v=

All the monks thought hehe, pull it down, if you don’t wear it back, I’m afraid it’s not because it’s incomplete, but because he forgot it! !

But now that Bo Ye explained, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but no longer questioned.

After explaining the source, Puye was ready to perform the spell.

He took a deep breath, used his spiritual power, and prepared to get up.

get up, huh?Why didn't you get up?

... Oh, Teng Xiaohong, that dead child, stretched out his tentacles at some point, and wrapped them tightly around the belt on his back! !

——This is to die, to die, to die! ! !

The corners of Bo Ye's mouth twitched slightly, but his expression remained calm.

He stretched out his hand, and naturally picked up the purple gold bowl that could hold his entire head, and gently sipped it...

Well, I'm thirsty, drink some water first.

Using the purple gold bowl to block the view below, Bo Ye immediately whispered, "Release! Release quickly!!"

The soft and dense tentacles seem to have great suction, tightly wrapped around the bodhisattva leaves, not only the belt, but even the hem of the cassock. As if she was afraid of something, after hearing Puye's reprimand, Teng Xiaohong became even more entangled.

The scorching flames flashed on the futon, maybe because they didn't control the heat well, they almost scalded the Bodhi leaves! !

— Emma my little ass! !

It's just that Boye's heart trembled immediately.

Although Teng Xiaohong is still at the foundation building stage, with the awakening of the supernatural power of the second talent, ordinary monks at the early stage of Jindan are not afraid. At this moment, Teng Xiaohong is so frightened, is it dangerous?

He put down the purple gold bowl calmly, brushed the corners of his lips gracefully, took a small medicine to increase his physical fitness, and no longer tried to sit up, but began to slowly explain the application principle of the method of raining on Lingshan.

He first moved from the golden body of the Arhat to holding the handicapped and guarding the handicapped, and then moved to the trick of raining on the Lingshan Mountain after feeling the effect of both dryness and glory.

Of course, he did not directly name the previous tricks, but expressed them in similar formulas. For example, the golden body of Arhat was replaced by the indestructible body of Vajra, and the method of luck when holding the handicap and guarding the defect was changed to the madman's Zen staff, and Yiku also Rong's move was even more about citing a certain sword move from the Kunlun Sword School. In the end, he changed his voice and began to explain the rain on Lingshan.

As he explained, the sky above his head became more and more hazy, heavy and heavy, as if it was about to be pressed down.

Faru and the others who were sitting in the distance also gradually realized that the sky above their heads seemed not quite right.

Faru pondered for a moment, and said to Zen Master Fazhen who was sitting beside him, "Junior Brother, I will trouble you to take a look."

Zen Master Fazhen smiled slightly, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and a faint light that was difficult to detect with the naked eye flew out from his body. After a while, he opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and shook his head.

The Zen master Fake next to him looked cold and scumbag. This lecture was jointly conducted by the disciples of the Bodhidharma Academy and the disciples of the Daoist Academy.

He didn't doubt Faru's induction at all. With their level of cultivation, a little premonition and ominousness are warnings from the heavens, and they will never be ignored easily.

Pu Hua said suddenly, "The boy seems to have noticed it too."

Only then did Faru look towards the center of the field. On the high platform, behind the bodhisattva who was sitting upright, a group of softly dancing flames slowly formed at some point.

The flame was like a half-bloomed lotus, burning faintly behind the bodhisattva leaves. The handsome young man sitting high on the altar, with lowered eyebrows, was elegant and noble, and there was something thrilling about him.

The flames jumping on the fiery red vine tentacles are not pure flames, but ghost flames that can devour people and souls, but at this moment, the three seniors sitting in the distance completely ignored this point.

Puhua smiled submissively, from the looks of it, the red vine would be able to stay in the future, and would not be criticized again.

Bodhisattva still doesn't know about it.

Although it might be dangerous, he felt surrounded by a bunch of monks, big and small, with Xiaohong helping him. If something happened to him, the huge signboard of Wuyin Temple would be smashed. will make this happen.

So he was still explaining in detail the method of raining on Lingshan Mountain.

Following his explanation, the flames burning behind him seemed to be brighter, and golden light lotuses were faintly floating around. On the thick clouds above the head, a golden light that seemed to be unstoppable fell down and sprinkled quietly on the body of the bodhisattva. For a moment, the world was silent, only his indifferent and elegant narration remained.

No wonder those who have achieved success in cultivation are willing to open the altar to teach the Dharma to solve the confusion of the world. Because of teaching and learning, with the explanation of Bodhisattva, his heart becomes more and more open, as if the Tao is the most simple in the dark, like a white moonlight, in the heart suddenly cheerful.

This is an indescribable epiphany, a chance that many monks cannot seek, a kind of good fortune that only belongs to those with great merit.

After he finished explaining, all the monks comprehended quietly without saying a word.

It is not difficult to understand Lingshan Shiyu. In the final analysis, there are only two words, rebound.

Facing an attack, don't fight back, don't evade, just bounce back with the formula, you can persuade those who are obsessed with it, and it won't cause any harm.

This formula seems to be extremely simple, but who can face the fatal move, dare to stand still, and only rely on great perseverance, great wisdom, and great supernatural powers to persuade him earnestly, instead of directly making a move, and thundering surrender?

For a while, the eyes of everyone looking at Boye gradually changed.

This is the arrogance and belief that only martyrs who are willing to sacrifice their lives in the world have!

"Amitabha!!"

Many monks got up involuntarily, chanted the Buddha's name, and bowed their heads in worship.

Bohua's heart is full of pride, this is his junior, the junior raised by his incomprehensible master.

Faru also looked at the bodhisattva leaves, and felt emotional. The child who was dying was so thin and weak. Who would have thought that nearly ten years later, that little child would grow into such an excellent and handsome Buddha disciple?

Fazhen and Fake also nodded slowly. At the beginning, they also heard about the vision of this child, and had secretly observed it for a period of time. Although they all knew that the future of this child would be extremely outstanding and dazzling, they never thought that it would only be a short period of time. In [-], the Bodhisattva already had such an awareness of sacrificing his life, and realized this kind of supreme magic? !

really……

"I have a successor in Wuyin Temple!!"

Bo Ye let out a long breath slowly.

Finally... it's over.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. For this day, he copied the scriptures for two years and read countless classics, just for the impeccable interpretation at this moment!

He couldn't help looking at Bohua, and then he found that senior brother Puhua was smiling at him with comfort, and Boye felt warm in his heart.

With a glance in his eyes, he saw Xiangruo who had been teaching him earnestly since he returned to the monastery. This big monk who is usually unsmiling is smiling now, but it seems that it is because he doesn't smile all the year round. Now this smile, no matter how you look at it. A little stiff.

The bodhisattva couldn't laugh or cry.

He picked up the hammer again, jingle——!

The wooden fish uttered a clear and distant sound, and Puye smiled gently, "Thank you for your support, seniors. Puye is a late learner, and he is a classmate. If there is something unclear in the explanation, I hope you will forgive me."

Immediately, he stood up and prepared to step down.

Many monks recited the Buddha's name and got up to welcome the Bodhisattva to the altar.

The accident happened at this very moment.

Suddenly, the clouds surged, and the clouds that were as calm as the sea suddenly set off huge waves!

Layers upon layers of clouds suddenly pressed down, and with heavy power and majestic spiritual power, they whizzed and smashed down on Bo Ye's head! ! !

This huge force came so fast, Faru and others who were more than a thousand meters away had no time to make a move! !

Fa Ke roared angrily, "Dare you!!?"

Pu Ye's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart was beating and everything moved, and Teng Xiaohong, who was connected with him, suddenly burst out a surge of spiritual power, and rose from behind Bo Ye, a huge red shadow suddenly appeared.

Countless vines fly out, tentacles and sword leaves interweave, forming a magnificent canopy on the top of the bodhisattva's head. The fiery red underworld fire is burning like a drizzle, blooming with soft light! !

A disciple lost his voice, "Spiritual mountain rains!!"

——I don’t want Teng Xiaohong to perform Lingshan Shiyu just by teaching the law! !

It's just that the brilliant canopy collided with the raging black waves, and it only lasted for a few seconds before it melted into a pool of red blood!

Bodhisattva only felt a sharp pain in his heart!

Little Red! !

Zen Master Fa Ke waved his hand, and a huge golden Buddha's palm appeared out of thin air, rushing into the clouds like an eagle catching a chicken!

He growled, "Who wants to die? Get out of here!!"

At the same time, Zen Master Bohua yelled loudly, "All the novice monks retreat, and the monks stay behind, and form an array to defend against the enemy!"

"I don't know which fellow came here? Haven't shown up yet?!" Chan Master Faru's voice was like a bell and a drum, "I have finished teaching the Dharma in Wuyin Temple. If there are fellows who are interested in watching, they should post it earlier! !"

Zen Master Fake's Buddha's palm stirred with the clouds, he stared ferociously at the sky, and said with a sudden smile, "So it's three long worms!!"

At the same time, the clouds surged, one end, two ends, three heads... three dragons with different colors showed their faces, and two of them were held in the palms of the huge Buddha's palms. Ke Zen master's Buddha's palm! !

One of the flood dragons roared and sprayed down black pus, and laughed out loud at the same time! !

"The bald donkeys of Wuyin Temple!! Grandpa, I am here to make trouble today!!"

Puhua's pupils shrank, and she looked at Boye suddenly, "Junior brother!!"

Even though the red blood only melted for a few seconds, and then turned into a small canopy again, but even so, everyone could tell that Teng Xiaohong was already at the end of her battle!

The three flood dragons that attacked were all powerful in the late Nascent Soul stage. Although there were many disciples sitting around the high platform, most of them were in the Jindan stage, and those in the Nascent Soul stage such as Puhua Puyun and others sat behind. At the critical moment, If Zen Master Fei Ke had acted decisively and directly, with Teng Xiaohong's strength, he would have already died at the hands of Jiaolong in the Nascent Soul Stage!

Just when everyone was at ease, suddenly a dragon's head with sparkling water color appeared on top of Bo Ye's head, only a few meters away! ! !

In the next second, the dragon's head opened its mouth wide, showing ferocious sharp teeth, and unceremoniously bit Bo Ye's head! !

Bo Ye's pupils shrank, and when he saw that Xiao Hong was seriously injured on the top of his head, he was extremely angry. He clasped his hands together, and yelled loudly: "Roar——!!!"

Huge sound waves mixed with flame-like spiritual power erupted, and the roar of the big lion shook the sky, but because the gap between him and the water dragon in front of him was too large, the dragon's head only paused slightly, and the attack was suppressed again.

Seeing that he was about to die under the dragon's head, Puye took this opportunity, raised his hand and threw the purple golden bowl in front of him without hesitation! !

——Oh, thanks to the hard work of the outer disciples of the Wuyin Temple, this purple gold bowl did not cut corners, and because it was distributed to the Bodhisattva with a lower cultivation level, the Bodhisattva even carved a protective formation on the purple gold bowl.

Plop!The purple golden bowl happened to hit the nose of the dragon's head, and the water attribute dragon howled in pain, but its momentum was even stronger! !

Bo Ye was not in a hurry, even though his heart was burning with anger, his gestures were full of grace and calmness.

When he got up, the red futon turned into a flash of light and was tucked into his sleeves. At the same time, the canopy above his head quietly dissipated. Pu Ye looked at the water-colored dragon head with a sneer, raised his hand, and a long water-colored scroll suddenly burst into bright light! !

As if the torrential river water falls from the distant sky, hangs down from the Milky Way in the eternal night, the wisps of invisible real water turn into huge waves, in an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changes, mottled everywhere, as time goes by, you come to the ancient star field, a middle-aged man The scribes turned their backs to the common people, prostrated themselves on the ground, and prayed to God.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

At this moment, Boye's heart was empty and clear, and his eyes were long and deep. With a single glance, he traveled through thousands of years, saw the wild and ignorant years, and saw the ancient lord praying to heaven for the sake of the world. The feat, and I saw... the Hetu gossip that was accomplished in one go.

This is the second time he has clearly seen the talismans drawn by the middle-aged scribe. Unlike the first time when he was ignorant and ignorant, this time the shape and lines of the talismans were clearly imprinted in his mind. Bone, but also implies the avenue.

One stroke draws the avenue and radius, and one stroke engraves the truth of the world.

This is, He Tu Juan.

Bodhisattva smiled lightly.

He stepped out slowly, as if he didn't realize it, step by step, a lotus was born under his feet, golden lotus flowers bloomed one after another, his wide sleeves fluttered up, the red cassock as bright as blood was faintly blooming with Buddha's light, and the black Buddhist beads on his chest were windless Floating, the white bell at the end of the Buddha bead jingled, and the red tassel swayed gently. At this moment, there was only one person left in this world.

Bo Ye once admired the heroism of Master Ming Yu when he cut off the Tianhe with a sword and stared in all directions.

But at this moment, when he was standing in the air, he didn't feel the slightest sense of complacency in his heart.

He just felt lonely and lonely.

The long scroll of the river map is looming, as if floating with the wind, just like the impermanence of fate for thousands of years.

The picture scroll of time slowly draws a full arc, faintly covering the whole body of Puye. , In a trance, he seemed to understand something.

He smiled freely, stretched out his other hand in the air, his five fingers bloomed softly like orchids, but they were closed in vain, as if something was falling.

I don't know when, the drizzle of golden light is like a breeze blowing on the face, like rain and dew, slowly scattered, faint light-colored talismans looming, sandalwood is faint, faintly floating out, separated from the world, not in the world.

He lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, and there was a faint smile on his delicate face, but he seemed to be pitying the ancient people, and his sighs were mottled with the vicissitudes of time.

"Spirit Mountain, apply rain."

Boom! !

The huge impact set off a torrential wave, and the aqua-colored dragon's momentum was surging, and the thunderous blow made all the surrounding people look pale! !

Fazhen took a deep breath, he practiced closed mouth meditation, and he hadn't spoken for 500 years.

But now is the time to speak! !

"ban--!!"

The water-colored dragon fell headlong, as if it had been knocked back by something, its head was covered in blood, and it was in a panic! !

Following Zen Master Fazhen's closed-mouthed meditation, the body of the dragon with its teeth and claws suddenly stagnated, as if it was held by something invisible, and suddenly fell from the midair.

Bohua and the others moved slightly, and they had already rushed to the high platform. The dust fell, and the dust fell, but they saw the Bodhisattva standing out of thin air, a golden lotus platform under their feet, red fireworks dancing behind them, and the river scrolls around their bodies undulating, like The pure Buddha who has fallen into the mortal world is quiet and beautiful.

Seeing everyone, he smiled slightly, "I'm sorry to trouble you, brother." After a pause, "Is this method good?"

The corners of his eyes were raised slightly, his smile was not a smile, his eyes were full of indescribable brilliance, as if imprinted by the ancient and profound time, no longer the innocence of the past.

Bohua looked deeply at Boye, and after a while, said gently, "Spiritual mountain rain, it should be a heavenly law."

"Junior brother, what a supernatural power."

At this moment, it seems that something has changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.

"What's going on with these three long worms?!"

Zen Master Fa Ke looked at the head of the Bodhidharma Academy with a blank face, and his whole body was full of evil spirits. The Bodhisattva, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy who bowed in front of him and reported, said gloomyly, "Master, this matter has been clarified."

Zen Master Fa Ke slapped the floor into ashes, "Say!!"

Pu Bandit twitched the corners of his mouth, "We need to invite Senior Brother Pu Hua to do this."

Fa Ke raised his eyebrows, looked at Faru who was sitting beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Where is the abbot?"

Pu Yun said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Puhua went to see Junior Brother Puye. After all, this is the first time for Junior Brother to encounter such an attack, and his spirit vine is still half dead, so..."

Faru sighed, "Forget it, please ask Master Fazhen to go and see the Bodhisattva leaves, and ask the Bodhisattvas to come first."

Fazhen, who had been silent all this time, nodded, got up and left.

After a while, Bohua walked into the main hall of Bodhidharma Academy seemingly slowly but quickly.

"Greetings to all the masters and uncles."

"Sit down." Zen Master Fake glared at Bodhisattva, "What's the matter?!"

Bodhisattva curled his lips, "There are a total of four long worms in this attack."

Fa Ke roared, "We are not blind!!"

The Bodhisattva laughed and said, "The worm said that the reason why he came to my Wuyin Temple to attack Puye Junior Brother is because Puye Junior Brother's master, Uncle Fajing... bullied the beauties in their clan."

"..."

Deathly silence.

Faru took a deep breath, "What are you talking about? Fajing that bastard, what good did that bastard do?!"

Fa Ke stayed for three seconds, and said incredulously, "Isn't that fool trapped in Fanhua Haiping? Are the monsters all fools? How can they make trouble out of him? What do they think of people? Sure enough, a beast is a beast! This kind of thing can’t be done well!!?”

Puhua and the others couldn't lower their heads any lower. When they heard Fa Ke's complaints, the corners of their mouths all twitched wildly.

Pu Bandit seemed to want to laugh, but when he saw his master's ferocious face, he forcibly held back, "They said that ever since Master Fajing was trapped by the old black dragon, he had been with the saintesses of their tribe all day long. Drink and chat, and then on a dark and windy night..."

Zen Master Fake was furious, and shouted at Bodhisattva, "Say the point!!!!"

Pu Bandit curled his lips aggrieved, "Anyway, that little dragon named Su Xin gave birth."

"..." Bohua took a deep breath, "It will definitely not belong to Master."

The bodhisattva immediately looked at the bodhisattva, "How do you know?"

Puhua immediately shut up and remained silent.

Pu Bandit seemed to have discovered a new continent, and he kept urging, "Brother, don't shut up, what's going on? Tell me quickly!!"

Faru rubbed his temples, sure enough, when Fajing was involved, things became strange.

Seeing that the topic was about to turn to a strange place, Pu Yun looked at Fa Ke's black face that was about to explode, and said quickly, "What's next? Brother Pu Bandit, you haven't said why those dragons came to attack Pu Yun leaf."

Pu Bandit stopped questioning regretfully, and continued, "That's all for that Suxin little dragon to give birth, but who would have thought that the child just disappeared for no reason!!" He crackled like a storyteller, "The black dragon king is furious, but I don’t think our uncle is so powerful, but somehow, he ran away!!”

"Oh? And then?" Pu Yun was fascinated by what he heard, and asked involuntarily.

Pu Bandit slapped his thigh, "Then that little Suxin dragon disappeared!!"

"Those little dragons got angry for a while, so they stole the old black dragon's treasure, and sneaked up to trouble Boye!"

After listening, everyone sighed, Fajing is indeed a troublesome spirit!

At this moment, suddenly a disciple hurried in from outside the door.

"Abbot Abbot!!"

Puhua frowned slightly, "Why are you so flustered?!"

"The abbot is not good!! A woman came outside and said that she came to my temple to lead a practice!"

"This temple does not accept female disciples!!"

"But she said Master Fajing accepted it!"

"……what?"

"It even has a dharma name, it's called Bodhisattva!!"