Chapter 292 Monk Huineng

The little fat Buddha was not satisfied: "Although people have north and south, Buddha nature does not have north and south. How can I say that I blaspevered Buddha?" The little fat Buddha's words still came from the mouth of Master Huineng. It was that Master Huineng was reprimanded by a Taoist monk before he had achieved today. The words finally said, which means that although people are different, they are true to their original heart, and their nature is no different.

He wanted to continue this sentence to make things difficult for Master Huineng. Unexpectedly, Master Huineng was speechless and just squinted and looked at the other party.

The halberd sighed silently. Jiang is still old and hot. The little fat Buddha is good at fighting, and Master Huineng just shuts his mouth and blocks all the little fat man's words in his throat. This trick is really smart... Anyway, there are no disciples everywhere, and he is not afraid of losing this person...

The little fat man choked for a moment, his little face turned red, and his strength was unable to use it. Finally, he pouted and jumped straight to the Buddha platform to pick up Gongguo and nibbled it.

Master Huineng didn't care about him, but turned his head and stared at the halberd and said, "Lord, I'm afraid he didn't come here specially to fight with the old man."

The halberd nodded: "Indeed, I'm looking for a master on this trip."

Monk Huineng stroked his beard: "Is the benefactor under the head of Qingshan of Tuxinzong?"

The painting halberd was stunned. He quickly turned his head and took a look at the old man Xue, and the other party also waved his hand to show that he knew nothing about it.

"Can the master's wise eyes even see this?"

"No, I just saw that the skill practiced by the donor was earthly determined, and 20 years ago, the patriarch of Qingshan explained that if a man who practiced earthly determinedly came in the future, he would ask me to take him to see that person." The old monk Huineng has remembered for a long time.

"Is that person Qin Tianhe?" The painting halberd asked.

"Exactly, since the donor has known a lot about the situation, the old man didn't say anything."

After saying that, the monk Huineng stood still and stood motionless in the hall like a sculpture. Even the little fat Buddha smashed him with a nucleus in the back, but there was no response.

The painting halberd looked at him doubtfully and asked tentatively, "Master, is it time to take us to Qin Tianhe?"

Monk Huineng put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, benefactor, I'm really sorry. Although Qin Tianhe's benefactor is with us, Lao Na also promised to take his disciples to Qin Tianhe to see Qin Tianhe, but not now."

"Not now?" The halberd said this sentence and said to himself, is it a machine strike again?

"What he said is not good, it's just a literal meaning." The little fat Buddha suddenly interrupted in a milky voice, as if he was disdain for this conversation without meditation.

The painting halberd scratched his head awkwardly: "Why not now?"

Master Huineng sighed: "If you want to see the benefactor of Qin Tianhe, you must pass through the Shamen in the depths of Caoxi Mountain, and the 'key' that opened the Shamen is now with Master Shenxiu of Beizong."

The painting halberd curled his lips. What's the matter? Just grab the 'key' directly. And what is Shamen? It sounds like a gate to somewhere.

Unexpectedly, the old monk Huineng suddenly added: "God's great virtue is like me, and he also cultivates magic power, but he cultivates his body as well as he wants, and it's not easy to take back the key to open the sand door of life from his hand."

When the painting halberd heard 'physically', he was slightly stunned, which made him think of the little Shami who enlightened himself to understand the way of heaven. Now that he thinks about it, the other party must have mastered the method of 'physically understanding'...

Shake his head and threw aside this impractical idea. Master Shenxiu is a figure who has been opposed to the monk Hui Neng for thousands of years, and he has never heard that monks on the evil island will run to other islands, especially bigwigs like monk Shenxiu.

The old monk Huineng said lightly, "We can only ask the donor to wait patiently. Although our Nanzong and Beizong have always been opposed, the Miaofalian Huajing is kept in turn, and we can see Qin Tianhe in a hundred years."

The painting halberd secretly scolded that it was so troublesome to see Qin Tianhe for a hundred years? He doesn't want to do it for a year!

After thinking for a moment, he slowly spit out a sentence: "Master Huineng, take me to Beizong tomorrow." He knew that it was unlikely that Master Huineng had a pair of wise eyes to hide his murder, so he simply said bluntly, "Let's go to Master Shenxiu to borrow the Lotus Sutra together. If he doesn't agree, I will slaughter all the temples of Beizong!"

The old monk Huineng took a deep breath. Although he had already seen that the haler was full of murderous intent, he did not expect him to be so vicious.

"Lord, by no!"

The halberd sneered. Now there are many things that need to be solved. He is really too lazy to play tricks, and the purpose of slaughtering Buddhist monks in the north is not only to force Master Shenxiu to hand over the Lotus Sutra, but also to test the power with a bamboo hat that may be somewhere on the evil island at this moment. Look How will the other party react to his domineering behavior?

"Why not? I'm not your disciple, why can't I kill you?" He turned his head and asked the old monk Huineng.

Huineng's snow-white boots floated on his chest and was speechless.

The halberd stared at the other calmly. He knew that he didn't need to explain too much, and the smart old monk would know what he meant.

Why can't you kill? Killing people can solve the problem simply. Why don't I kill it? This question is like asking why wolves can't eat sheep when they are hungry, which seems childish and ridiculous. After his strength has risen to the current level, he has already gone beyond the category of 'sheep' and risen to the realm of 'wolf'.

Since they are all 'wolves', why don't you eat sheep?

The painting halberd squinted at the old monk of Huineng. Buddhism's non-killing is just a compassion for the equality of all sentient beings. So since you don't stop 'sheep' from eating grass, why do you have to stop me, the 'wolf' who eats sheep?

The old monk Huineng finally sighed and whispered: "Amitabha Buddha."

The old man Xue has been a bystander on the side and knew that it was only then that he quietly gave him a thumbs up, which means: "Young man, you are getting more and more slippery."

On the contrary, the little fat Buddha looked disdainful. It was not so much that he won by playing Zen machines with the old monk Huineng, but rather that he forced others to submit to his own power.

It was settled. When the old monk Huineng called the disciples outside again, the little fat Buddha still restored his solemn appearance.

Master Huineng said, "Master Liuqiao wants to rest in the temple for a night. Zhiche, you can arrange it."

A slightly fat monk in the crowd saluted sincerely with his hands and praised the Buddha's name and retreated.

I don't want to say much about painting halberd. There are more etiquette in Buddhism than the rules in mortal palaces. He hates these very much. However, Master Huineng is also a little bad. Even the little fat Buddha did not know his Dharma name. As a result, he was taken by the other party.

The six-qiao mage. Sounds good, but in fact, what it means is that you only have six orifices, and you don't know one! In short, you are a fool.

The painting halberd curled his lips, and Master Huineng dared not vent his anger on himself. As a result, he bullied the little fat Buddha...

Xue mixed real person held back a smile on the side. In order to maintain his solemn appearance, the little fat Buddha endured and finally decided to practice meditation, but no one knew whether to keep his mouth shut or prevent himself from cursing.

The halberd turned around and stared at the old monk Huineng. Now he can't really embarrass the old monk in front of many disciples outside. If he completely offends him at this time, in case the old monk Huineng can't think of it, he will burn himself - kill himself. Who can he find to open the 'lifeshamen'?

The old monk Huineng turned a blind eye and practiced closed meditation again. He didn't bother to fight with him again.

At midnight, he came to the little fat Buddha's house. The room was lit with incense, and the surroundings were extremely well decorated. Because of the purity of the Buddha, the little fat man was received by the highest standards of the monks of Baoling Temple, but these monks were not stupid and did not really treat him as Buddha.

The little fat man was closing his eyes and mediting, reciting the Buddhist scriptures and doing his homework. When he heard the sound of opening the door, his eyes suddenly opened, and then he closed his mouth and pouted, looking like he was unreasonable.

The painting halberd smiled bitterly. After all, he is still a childish, and the other party is still angry that he has not been strong for him in the day.

"We are asking for others now, so don't be awkward. This matter is over. I will hang up the old bald donkey and let you have a big buttocks!" The painting halberd went to the bedside and sat down along the slightly hard bed board. Although Baoling Temple received them according to the highest specifications, the temple was not a place to enjoy, and the highest specifications were just like this.

The little fat man suddenly opened his eyes and twisted his buttocks twice. Obviously, he was not used to the bed of the hard bed. He raised his chubby little face and his eyes were shining: "Really?!"

The painting halberd smiled and said, "You can't fake it."

The little fat Buddha grinned, with a 'I will endure for a while' expression.

The painting halberd doesn't say much and is directly included in the topic: "Where do you think Qingchake is most likely to go?" The first time he took the little fat Buddha to chase the tea guest, he had this plan in mind. After all, in Tuxin City, it was the little fat man who had the most contact with the tea guests and others.

The little fat man shook his head and thought deeply. After a long time, he slowly said, "I heard them chatting in private several times about what mountain they were going to."

The halberd asked, "Holy Mountain?"

The little fat Buddha shook his head and said hesitantly, "I was blowing a kite at that time, and I didn't hear it clearly..."

Painting a halberd with a wry smile, which is indeed his style. He lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment. It seemed that he had to go to Beizong to knock on the mountain and shock the tiger first. If not, he would investigate the peaks on the evil island.