Chapter 184 Senior Monk

"All kinds of people in the world are running for fame and fortune, and I don't know what great bliss is? If the heart is like emptiness, silent hanging, but in hell, it is also heaven in an instant..." A slight and clear sound came from the temple.

This slight and clear sound reveals a sense of peace and calmness. At the same time, the mummified corpse sitting in the center of the hall moved slightly.

Everyone present was stunned, and then they noticed the mummified man again.

This is an old monk who looks extremely old, and his teeth have fallen. Only two very long white eyebrows are floating on his face, almost hanging down to his dry chest. He is wearing a very old monk's clothes. The monk's clothes are already ragged, so thin that the limbs under his chest and abdomen are as thin as wood, especially the deep eye sockets. Like two black holes, it is extremely horrible, but the eyes in the eye socket are so compassionate and warm.

A red-gold chain passed through the old monk's broken drum-like abdomen, which looked particularly ferocious.

"You... Who are you?"

A woman in colorful clothes opened her mouth in a trembling voice. Her jade hand grasped a jade hook tightly, and her body rolled with real power and was ready to take action at any time.

The old monk slowly raised his head and jingled through the golden chain between his abdomen, probably driving the pain in his body. There was a trace of pain on his thin bone face, and his deep eyes were still warm, but it brought out a little memory.

Amitabha, the old monk bound himself and suppressed himself for more than a thousand years, did not expect to see so many young geniuses before his death. In particular, some of my disciples of Buddhism have also come. With a weak mouth, the old monk still gives people a feeling of bathing in the spring breeze.

"Bilt yourself up and suppress yourself for more than a thousand years?" With a chill in his heart, Moko was in awe.

Moko has always worshipped those great compassionate people in Buddhism who are willing to exchange their own sacrifices for the well-easedness of all sentient beings. At first sight of this old monk, Moke had a feeling of meeting a Taoist monk. At this moment, this emotion was inexplicably ten times stronger.

Hearing the old monk's words, more than 30 people present changed their faces, especially when they were crazy with Fan, and they were even more happy.

It seemed that he didn't see everyone's expressions at all. The old monk continued to say to himself, "In those years, the emperor had a demon leader and a great demon. He practiced the supreme magic power, killed the practitioners, and even sucked the vitality of mortals, created evil everywhere, and caused thousands of sins. Unfortunately, his power is very strong, and he has reached the peak of the disaster. There are also some magic weapons. His whereabouts are strange and he is full of evil, but no one can help him.

"And then?" A young man opened his mouth and was very curious.

With a smile, the old monk continued to say calmly, "Poor monk, I had a small magic name in the emperor's star, called the Jade Hand Buddha Heart Master Puxian, and my cultivation is not bad. Therefore, the poor monk invited two brothers, and the three wanted to kill the devil. After searching for a long time, we finally met the bureaucrats. In a tragic battle, the two brothers fell, and the poor monk tried his best to seal himself and sealed the devil's head in the purple mill golden temple of Buddhism.

"Amitabha, good, good, big demon leader? No wonder! No wonder! The little monk once heard the master mention that as for the master, your little monk has also heard a little. Are you the elder of Puji Temple? With an excited expression, a monk put his hands together and made a deep salute.

A slight light flashed in his eyes, and naturally would not miss such a good opportunity. He hurriedly took a big step and said to the old monk, "Amitabha, the master is above. The little monk once heard the teachings of the elders of my Prajna Temple for a year and heard the name of the master many times. Unexpectedly, It's really predestined to meet the master.

"Master's compassion, I will wait to worship!"

"Master, you are really a model of Buddhism. So, what can you tell me? I am a Confucian scholar, and my teacher also mentioned the name of the master for me..."

As Fan came forward to please him, suddenly, more than 30 people present, except for one or two people, all opened their mouths. The real meaning of every word is nothing more than to flatter each other and get enough benefits.

Obviously, the old monk in front of him is already exhausted, but he must have many magic weapons and secrets. Once obtained, it is an unimaginable huge wealth. Moke naturally saluted the old monk, but as for the seventh princess, there was no movement.

"Master, what about the devil? But you suppressed him and died?"

"Master, why did you appear in the fairy house? Do you have anything to do with the owner of this fairy house?"

Many practitioners obviously found some doubts and asked questions to know more in detail. At the same time, some practitioners began to quietly pass on their souls and discussed with each other.

glanced at the crowd as if the elders looked at the descendants. The old monk said in a hoarse voice, "On that day, I used myself to suppress demons, and I have been severely damaged. In order to prevent accidents, I informed my friend, the owner of this fairy mansion. Unfortunately, what I used was the great mandala convert to the array, and even took the original treasure of the Buddha, the sixfan Juntian Buddha wheel as the array. The original consumption was too intense, and the nirvana was about to die. I couldn't bear to lose my Dharma and various treasures forever, so I made a call. You and others, whether they are my disciples or not, are all predestined and have the opportunity to get everything from me.

"Wow!"

The old monk stretched out his dry right hand and gently waved it at the stone tablet in front of him. Suddenly, the golden light surrounding it dissipated. A line of iron-walled silver hook-like handwriting appeared on the stone tablet, which was powerful but very round, giving people a feeling of warmth and jade.

On this stone tablet, it says, "Amitabha Buddha, predestined man, poor monk jade hand Buddha heart universal sage, suppresses the demon here, the devil's head is ashes and smoke, and the poor monk also merges with the purple mo gold temple and cannot be separated. The poor monk did not know whether he would meet a predestined person and pass on my lifelong treasures and secrets, so he left the original monument of the Golden Temple and refined it, and then he could get a great fate.

After saying this, the old monk's tone became more and more low, and he felt like a silky feeling.

"In fact, the poor monk should have died ten years ago. He has been unwilling to worry about the secret art of Buddha's treasure and fall into the hands of evil people, which has survived to this day. Fortunately, you are very good and very good. The poor monk will consume the last trace of origin and weaken the eight-layer large mandala array to convert 30 breaths. You can wait and follow the fate. With a smile, there was a warm smile in the old monk's eyes.

The old monk's eyes wandered among more than 30 people in the field, especially on a fool, Moke and other Buddhist disciples, who stayed for a moment. Everyone felt the kindness and trust of the other party, and even a touch of spoiled warmth.

"Amitabha! Monk! It's really worthy of my famous monk. With such a heart, if you can listen to the teachings of the master, you will definitely benefit a lot! Unfortunately, the master has a big heart and has no chance to suppress the demons.

The blood in his heart was boiling, and Moke made a solemn and solemn salute, and recited the Buddha's name "Amitabha, the master's great mercy, he is really the senior monk of my Buddhism. Please accept my worship of Moke!"

"Master's great mercy! Please accept my gift!"

"The master is really a Buddhist monk. Although Xiaosheng is a disciple of Confucianism, he is also willing to accept the master's mantle and kill demons!"

With Moke's solemn worship, suddenly, the people present opened their mouths together, and several people showed admiration on their faces, but their bodies quietly flashed a few times, approaching the formation outside the purple mill real gold temple.

Naturally, these small actions can't be hidden from other people's eyes. Everyone has a tacit understanding, and they all approach the purple mill real gold temple.

As they moved forward, more than 30 people present gathered tacitly into several camps, and of course, there were also several soloists.

Moke admires this old monk very much. At the same time, many treasures of the other party also moved him and had the determination to get it. In Moke's view, if such a precious Buddha treasure and secret art fall into the hands of a person who does not know Buddha nature, it is just a white jade, and I'm afraid it is even more inappropriate to fall into the hands of others.

When everyone approaches the temple, Moke will naturally not lag behind and come towards the temple.

At this moment, the fragrant wind blew around Moke, and the graceful posture of the seventh princess appeared, whispering "cluck... Little monk, I think you are more suitable for this old monk's manor. Don't worry, if there is a fight later, I will help you.

"Amitabha, so that the little monk will thank the donor first." Moke was stunned, although his hands were folded and responded.

Looking at the gathered people kindly, the old monk raised his slender arms, the monk's arms were shabby, and his fingers were slightly open with a fingerprint. The bone joints under the skin of the ten fingers were horrible visible, and the fingerprints of the bones and hands faintly released a calm and warm atmosphere, like two white lotus flowers.

The old monk, as thin as a ghost, sits in the purple golden temple, with white lotus marks on his bones and hands, with gentle and compassion in his eyes, with a trace of regret.

"If he gets glazed, I hope he will be thorough inside and outside, and there will be no dirt, Amitabha..."

With muttering words, the white lotus petals formed by the old monk's hand bloomed, turning into a bright and warm Buddha light, which dissipated and integrated into the Buddha array covering the whole temple in front of him.