Chapter 675 Pointing, Ash

The old monk proclaimed a Buddha's name, "Amitabha Buddha, what all sentient beings want, is it not Miller?"

Bu Yi said coldly, "All sentient beings? What all sentient beings want is just three meals a day, food and clothing. How can they be as noble as you said? Some people may yearn for it. It's true that you can't give it. This sect also knows the purpose of Buddha. It's just the power of incense. If you don't leave, don't blame this sect for being ruthlessly?

When the old monk heard this, he sighed in his heart, "Amitabha, my Buddha's compassion and spiritual mind is the biggest secret of this sect, but I didn't expect that the other party already knew it. It seems that this person is not simple."

"Since the suzerain already knows, why do you need to ask again!"

The faces of the disciples of the Buddha sect increased their vigilance, while the faces of the locals were full of confusion, but the expressions of looking at the cloth clothes were a little different. Although there were few people in the Buddhist sect, they still had some demagogic ability.

The cloth frowned, "Then you really won't leave."

"Amitabha is good and good. Why should the benefactor suffer?"

Bu Yi smiled faintly, as if he didn't care whether these people left or not. "Actually, I don't hate Buddhism, but the precepts of Buddhism, which makes me very unhappy. I can't get married, drink and eat meat. It's really funny, but it's strange that those who eat meat have become Buddhas and don't eat meat. Those who don't drink are all rice buckets, and few have grown up. Master, do you think this is irony?

The old monk finally showed an unexpected expression on his face. What Bu Yi said seemed to have touched his pain, and his face was a little angry. "Buddhist precepts are to make disciples give up their external desires. According to their original intentions, it is not the purpose of Buddhism. If they can strengthen their hearts, how about drinking and eating meat?"

The cloth's face showed a little playful look, "Well said, give up the external desire, don't you know if the master has done it?"

The old monk's face changed and calmed down, showing a little shame. "The poor monk has been practicing for nearly 200 years, but he still can't do the last step. He can only understand Arayye's knowledge."

Bu Yi said lightly, "What is Buddha? In fact, Buddha is nothing. The teaching of Buddhism is to make everyone become a Buddha. Everyone is a Buddha. If you can't practice, it means that you still don't understand the final concept of Buddha. In fact, it is very simple to become a Buddha. After saying that, the cloth clothes smiles with flowers, and the Buddha is shining, and there are two shoulders. Unexpectedly, he achieved the three Buddha lights, which is a manifestation of the cultivation of Amorr's consciousness and truly detached.

The old monk was shocked, and the rest of the Buddhas were shocked and knelt down deeply.

Bu Yi said lightly, "In fact, Buddha should not kneel. Buddha should not have awe. Buddha is me. I am a Buddha. The more afraid I am, the more I can't become a Buddha, because I am a Buddha, and I don't want to fear myself."

The old monk was shocked all over, and his eyes became far and deep in an instant. All the past and accidents were clear. He realized.

"So, that's it. Thank you for your guidance. The poor monk understands." After saying this, his expression was solemn, and the Buddha light behind him fluttered round and condensed behind his shoulders, achieving two Buddha lights. Above these two Buddha lights, the last Buddha light loomed, and it was only a matter of time before it appeared.

Bu Yi curled his lips and said, "You can't stand the words of this sect. This Buddha, old bald donkey, do you still insist on seeing the temple here?"

The old monk's face was full of compassion, "I am the Buddha, and the Buddha is me. There is no need to build a temple. Seeing me is like seeing a Buddha." Looking at that, it seems that I'm not ready to leave.

The cloth was suddenly angry. This old guy really didn't know what to do.

He simply said nothing, raised his palm and sealed it to the old monk.

The old monk has just become an Amorian knowledge, and his momentum has accumulated to the peak. When he saw the palm of the cloth clothes, his face was full of awe. In his heart, the little guy could point him out at will. I'm afraid that the real means are absolutely all over the world, but in the face of the palm of the cloth clothes, he actually gave birth to This palm is just like this, like an ordinary child fighting. You push me and I'll push you. Although he thought that this palm could never be so simple, his instinctive behavior surprised him. He pinched a lion's seal with both hands and met the palm of the cloth. It was originally ten success. The force condensed in the hand is less than three layers, and the body does not seem to be its own. In the face of the light palm of the cloth, the body's reaction is so unbearable.

"What's going on? Are the descendants of Tianlei still practicing illusions?"

He hadn't thought of anything. The palm floated. How could it be? It seemed to come casually, and it seemed to be a leaf. He couldn't stop it. The wind slid from his fingertips with the leaves and fell on his chest.

The old monk looked at his chest, looked at his hand still holding the lion's seal, and then looked at the owner of the hands close at hand. His face was confused, "Did I do something wrong? Can Buddha also make mistakes? It's impossible." His face was even more compassionate, but his hand slowly fell down. Before he landed, his body suddenly turned into a piece of flying dust.

A generation of eminent monks have just cultivated into the Amorian consciousness and become a physical gold body. In the Buddhist sect, they also have a fixed identity, but the next moment, they become ashes.

When the rest of the Buddhas saw all this, their faces showed grief. They could not believe what happened in front of them. The thunder Taoist God just now has explained everything, and the person in front of them is definitely not what they resisted.

Bu Yi looked at dozens of Buddhas, then looked at the mountain people, and said lightly, "There are more than 3,300 miles inside and outside the Shoushan Mountains, which are jointly owned by the three Taoist farms in the Shoushan Mountains. Once again, the wind and rain are smooth, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. This is our place. There is no need for others to interfere too much. Go back and tell you the Buddha. If the masters of the sect dare to come here again, this sect will destroy the Buddha sect. Since this sect can point others, it can also destroy him. When people live, they can have everything. When people die, there is nothing left. Speaking of this, his figure gradually disappeared into the air, as if it was not him who had just acted, and it was not him who said so much nonsense. All this was just a farce.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, crying one after another.

And those mountain people, you look at me, I look at you, and you are puzzled.

"It turns out to be true. I haven't experienced much war around the Shoushan Mountains. Every year, the wind and rain are smooth, and there are really fairy protection!"

"Fairy, I'm wrong."

For a while, kowtowed like pounding garlic.