There Is A Dragon In My Well

Standing at the foot of Daliang Mountain and looking up.

The top of the mountain is extremely high, and an ancient temple comparable to the Forbidden City is full of incense. There is an endless stream of people coming and going up the mountain.

There is a long staircase with a total of 360 steps. It is so pious to come here to burn incense.

"These monks have no other skills, but they are very good at making incense. Even if they return to secular life, they will probably be able to take off in marketing!"

Chu Qiu used a blind trick, one hundred and ten steps at a time, and he arrived in three steps.

Seeing the crowds of people coming and going in front of the temple, a few pot-bellied monks looked kind and kind, greeting everyone who came and went, and he suddenly had the urge to laugh.

If he hadn't been beaten up by a few monks and found out about their behavior, he would have believed them.

This reminded him of a passage widely circulated on the Internet:

Sanqing only needs a clay body, but Buddha needs a gold body.

In troubled times, the Bodhisattva does not come into the world, but Laojun carries his sword to save the common people.

In the prosperous age, Buddhists visited pilgrims, while Taoists retreated to the mountains and forests.

Although a paragraph does not mean anything, looking back at history, it seems that this is indeed the truth.

However, the few monks at the moment were just ordinary people. Chu Qiu didn't bother to care about them. He wandered around the ancient temple and then went to the back mountain.

The back mountain area is huge, with mountains and forests blocking the view, and hordes of wild animals.

This is a forbidden area that outsiders cannot enter. There are big holes everywhere on the mountain wall, which should be where Zhao Jun used to store grain.

It's just that Jianglong Zen Temple was transformed into a cave. All the real monks are hidden here and never come out.

"Bald heads, come out to greet the guests!"

When Chu Qiu arrived at the back mountain, he stopped at the edge of a cold pool in the center and shouted with a faint smile.

"Boo~"

The sound of a wooden fish tapping suddenly sounded, and transparent ripples suddenly rustled from all directions.

"So this is how Buddhism treats guests? When guests come, you don't even show your face?"

Chu Qiu raised his eyebrows, deliberately took out the purple gold wooden fish, and also knocked on it.

A bang.

The purple-gold light waves rippled and collided with the transparent ripples, as if the water had encountered electricity, crackling and exploding.

The swaying air flow was like a flying knife, extremely sharp, directly destroying most of the surrounding trees.

Several woodpeckers lurking in the trees were spread into a bloody mist before they even had time to fly away.

"The donor is so evil!"

A Buddha's name was announced, and a figure flashed out of the cave. It was a fat-headed and big-eared monk.

The monk clasped his hands together, with one hundred and eight purple-gold rosary beads hanging on them, looking like an accomplished monk.

"Purple gold wooden fish?"

As soon as the old monk came out and saw the Buddhist magical weapon in Chu Qiu's hand, a glint flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that my junior brothers have all suffered at your hands!"

The old monk remained unmoved and said kindly: "A monk, out of compassion, the benefactor killed my fellow Buddhist disciple, but he committed a crime of murder. The sin is very serious!"

"Only by leaving the benefactor behind and purging his sins can he be reincarnated as a human being again!"

After saying that, the old monk gave a faint shout: "Where are the Eighteen Arhats? Set up the formation!"

"yes!"

Inside the cave, loud shouts were heard, and eighteen figures quickly flashed out.

As soon as they came out, they surrounded Chu Qiu, stood at the eighteenth position, held the magic weapon in their hands, muttered something in their mouths, threw the magic weapon, and a golden bell barrier enveloped him.

Chu Qiu didn't see any action, just looked at them with a sneer on his face.

"Take action and let the donor convert to my Buddha and wash away his sins!"

The old monk said without a hint of fireworks.

Then I saw eighteen monks exhaling and speaking loudly. Each of them formed different seals, their mental power was integrated, and the eighteen magical instruments above their heads were suddenly illuminated by the Buddha.

When the people at the foot of the mountain saw it, they all expressed surprise and shouted: "Buddha's light."

So thousands of people knelt and worshiped on the steps, and streams of incense and aspiration emanated from their bodies.

"As expected, they are a bunch of good bald men. Even when they are fighting, they don't forget to bewitch mortals!"

Chu Qiu's mental power was extremely powerful, and the entire Daliang Mountain was under his surveillance, so he naturally saw what was going on up and down the mountain.

"The donor is in trouble..."

The old monk said calmly.

But this time Chu Qiu was not angry, and scolded him on the spot: "I'm paralyzing you, you are a bunch of bald men who are so good at bewitching mortals, let's see how grandpa will deal with you today!"

"you!"

The old monk's face turned red, and anger flashed in his eyes.

"What? You got carried away just by scolding you? Does this mean that your meditation skills are not that good either?"

Chu Qiu said scornfully: "I wonder how such a powerful figure, Master Jianglong, accepted you bunch of bald guys who are trying to sell their heads. He lost his identity for nothing and made everyone laugh!"

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect the donor to be so sharp-tongued and stubborn. You'd better let the old monk teach you the Dharma!"

The old monk's face turned red, his eyes were angry, and he shouted quickly: "Do it! Let him experience the profoundness and mystery of Buddhism, and he will not be afraid of not converting to my Buddha!"

This old guy can't sit still. If he keeps talking like this, Chu Qiu might say that he has failed.

Because Chu Qiu seemed to have a clear grasp of their roots and inheritance.

"Shout? Teach me the Dharma?"

Chu Qiu couldn't help laughing, "What a coincidence. I know a little bit about Buddhism, and I was about to discuss it with some 'eminent monks'!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Qiu formed the Fudo Ming King Seal, and the bright Buddha light almost became a substance, sticking to his body like an egg shell.

Huhuhu…

At the same time, the Eighteen Arhats also launched an attack. The eighteen Buddhist magical weapons turned into meteors and bombarded them with terrifying power from the sky above the formation.

As a result, these magic weapons took turns hitting Chu Qiu, and there was only a banging sound, but the King Ming Seal did not move at all.

The old monk's complexion changed on the spot, his face turned red, and he trembled a few times.

"That's it?"

"Is this what you call Buddhism?"

Chu Qiu smiled disdainfully and suddenly made a handprint. The golden light like egg shells all over his body shrank into his hand.

I saw that his entire big hand swelled by an inch and became golden, like it was forged with gold.

"Try the secret skill of your Jianglong Temple, Dragon Capturing Hand!"

Chu Qiu sneered, raised his hand and grabbed it, and with a clang of an alms bowl magical weapon, he caught it in his hand.

Click!

With a sudden force, the magical weapon exploded, and one of the monks immediately groaned and turned pale!

"Powerful Vajra Palm!"

Chu Qiu smiled again, then swung out his palm, with a bang, the Buddha's light was bright and dazzling, and a figure swept out like a cannonball, hit the mountain wall, and vomited blood and died.

"The Buddhist teachings in your temple are not good either. It seems like they can't teach me..."

Chu Qiu laughed loudly, casually made a Buddha seal, and eight golden arms stretched out from behind. They were gilded in color, with runes faintly flowing, and the aura was pure and vast. It looked more like a giant Buddha than the giant Buddha carved on the mountain wall.

Invisibly, the old monk only felt his face being slapped.

People who are called eminent monks but teach themselves the Dharma have no power to fight back.

This is so embarrassing!