Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

Chapter 146

The edge of the west city.

Even if tomorrow hangs high.

The radiant Buddha's light also reflects this area like a mortal land.

There are bursts of Buddha's voice, and there is little smoke.

As soon as you approach, there is a strong smell of incense.

Tang Sanzun wears a white jade monk robe that is otherworldly and refined, and the slightly exposed Dawei Tianlong tattoo on his shoulders adds a touch of domineering.

Twirling golden Buddha beads in his hand.

Put your other hand together in front of your chest.

Not in a hurry, walking steadily towards the west city.

Every step you take, the faint Buddha light on your body will become stronger.

Set it off in a sacred and inexplicable way, and the treasure looks solemn, unlike the people in the world!

Like a banished fairy coming to the world, he approached the entrance of Xicheng District step by step.

Such a scene naturally fell into the eyes of many monks guarding the entrance.

It made their faces full of shock and awe!

Especially when seeing Tang Sanzan take every step, the Buddha light emitted will become brighter and brighter.

They only felt as if the real Buddha had come before their eyes.

Although there is no coercion at all.

But that sacred and solemn, otherworldly unique temperament.

Let these monks feel an inexplicable desire to worship!

"Which one of the three great ancient temples is this great man? With such a miraculous power, I am afraid that he has already attained the fruition status in the human world, right?"

"Human fruit status? I can't see it all. The Jue Chan presider of Dajue Temple has proved the small world fruit. I don't see anyone who is so miraculous!"

"Among the three ancient temples, there doesn't seem to be such a monk who has never seen it before?"

"Could it be that it is a great power that came out of the Buddha's land?"

"Such pure and rich Buddha light, could it be the reincarnation of the real Buddha!"

"..."

Among the Xicheng District.

There are also countless incense believers, monks and the like.

Noticed this scene at the entrance of the city.

Immediately shocked to heaven, everyone was attracted by the shock, and all kinds of speculations came out.

When Tang Sanbu was really close to the entrance of the city gate.

The Buddha light on his body also bloomed to the most dazzling level.

Tang·Golden Legend·The Advent of the True Buddha·Three Burials, come!

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's name, magnificent and inexplicable, resounded all over the world.

In almost the entire Xicheng District, all the monks seemed to have heard the resounding of the Buddha's chant.

"Amitabha!"

Countless monks in the city immediately responded in unison to show their respect.

Looking at Tang Sanzan, he was full of reverence and piety.

Although it is not clear what the strength of this sudden monk is.

But they know a little bit.

In Buddhism, I want to verify the strength of my cultivation.

The simplest point is whether the Buddha's light is pure or not, and how rich the Buddha's light is.

The young monk in front of him is extraordinary and free from vulgarity, completely different from ordinary people in the world.

The Buddha's light on the surface of the body gathered together, like a brilliant sun, suppressing the Buddha's light of all the monks present.

In front of this big day.

Their Buddha's light can't even be counted as pearls of rice grains, not to mention competing with Tang Sanzan for glory.

Even as a foil, it seems a little dull.

Tang Sanzan's deep pupils observed every move of the monks and believers in front of him.

Slightly satisfied in my heart.

As soon as my "authentic Buddhist disciple" made a move, it really easily convinced these guys.

And relying on their imagination, they continue to speculate about their identities.

"It's not in vain, Lord Buddha, I adjusted the special effects in such a high-profile way."

I muttered to myself.

Tang Sanzan nodded slightly to a group of monks and believers.

They immediately bowed in fear to express their respect, with expressions of fear and piety on their faces.

The power of incense and merit, as well as the power of faith.

Almost when Tang San buried his spirit, it rushed towards him like a tide.

Such a scene made him somewhat unexpected.

But it's not a big problem.

Secretly divide these powers into three parts.

Let the Dayan Buddhist beads, the white jade monk's robe on his body, and the killing knife in the Najie be swallowed up.

The white jade monk robe that continuously absorbs two kinds of power, and the Dayan Buddhist beads in his hand.

It seems more mysterious and miraculous, and Baoguang is restrained and profound.

It sets off Tang Sanzan even more unlike a mortal man.

And the more so, the more the incense merits and the power of faith flooded in like a tide.

Tang Sanzan walked into the city step by step in such a grand manner.

Even he himself didn't expect such a high-profile move.

It actually directly caused many monks and believers to change their sects on the spot, and piously believe in themselves!

such a scenario.

Still somewhat unexpected.

Tang Sanzan didn't expect that his charm was so powerful.

For a while, I felt a little relieved.

Entrance to West City.

Such a big movement.

Naturally, it was impossible for them to be ignored by the Buddhist powerhouses entrenched in Xicheng District.

Among them, the three ancient temples are the first to bear the brunt.

only.

The three ancient temples have different thoughts.

From the sound of the Buddha's horn that resounded through heaven and earth.

The Buddhist boy of Dajue Temple felt his heart move instantly, and his face showed joy.

He said to the monks in the hall without hesitation: "The True Buddha of Dajue Temple has returned, and you all follow me to greet him!"

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar.

There was an unbelievable look in the pupils of a group of monks.

The sacred and inexplicable, majestic and solemn Buddha's name just now.

They naturally heard it, and they could feel the extraordinaryness of the owner of the voice.

But never thought.

Fotong even bluntly said that this is "the return of the true Buddha of Dajue Temple".

Such a remark is beyond words that can be described as astonishing!

Who can truly bear the title of "True Buddha"?

Even those who have attained fruit status in the human world dare not call themselves "True Buddha".

The Buddha boy's words naturally horrified them.

It's just... the boy Buddha looked solemn and solemn, and his eyes were extremely devout.

Put your hands together, nod your head and walk towards the outside of the temple.

A group of monks look at me and I look at you.

Although his face was full of doubts, he could only follow him out, with a look of hope in his eyes.

The loneliness of Dajue Temple is not the ending they hope to see.

The status of one of the three ancient temples makes them always superior to other monks.

But in such a situation, after the conscious Zen master disappeared.

Instantly became precarious.

Right now, even though Fotong doesn't speak, he is endlessly startling.

But... what if what he said is true?

Does that mean that Dajue Temple may not only be able to take advantage of this opportunity.

Returning to its heyday, and even being able to turn the world around in one fell swoop and unify the Buddhist gates in Xicheng District? .

Thinking about this, the eyes of the monks gradually became eager.

His face also gradually became devout.

that's it.

A group of monks from Dajue Temple, under the leadership of Fo Tong.

They walked out devoutly to meet their upcoming "True Buddha".

However, the situation in King Kong Temple and Yinyang Temple.

Obviously, it is far from Dajue Temple.

In the main halls of the two ancient temples.

The faces of the host and the monks changed again and again.

Especially when I received the news that the Buddha boy of Dajue Temple took the monks of the temple out to greet him.

Their emotions are even more complicated...

Chapter 147 Welcome to Buddha

Inside the Yin Yang Temple.

The look of worry on the face of Kong Jie, a strong monk, became more and more intense.

"Damn it, did it really bring Dajue Temple back to life?"