Chapter 8 Beasts are not as good as

Ailiyun, who was jumping around with the deer on her chest, was so scared that she almost called out by his sway and asked puzzled, "What do you think of?"

"No, no." Yong Bowen said with a dry smile, and then hurried to the bathroom. At this moment, Ai Liyun was in a mess and didn't have the heart to ask.

Actually, he suddenly thought of where he had seen the giant warrior. The appearance of the giant warrior is clearly the appearance of the statue found in the eyes after the formation that day. The difference is that the hand in the right hand is replaced with a Buddha bead, and the head is enlarged.

As early as the beginning of his encounter, he suspected that this was the work of the people behind the feng shui array, but when he looked back, this array was laid by Fei Mo himself. Since Fei Mo was dead, it was naturally impossible to find him again, so he did not think too much in this direction. But when he thought of this problem at this moment, he immediately realized this method. The array is by no means as simple as it looks. The most critical problem is that in addition to gathering yin and changing life, this magic array also has another product - ghost mages... It is obviously impossible for the ghosts that have broken the cocoon for so many years to evaporate in the world for no reason, and Fei Dingxin has never mentioned such a thing. Ghosts may seem to be of little use to ordinary people, but this thing is very useful for some evil people in the magic world. Now it is speculated that there may be another person or a group of people behind this array collecting these ghosts for other purposes.

At the beginning, the statue was sent by him and Liu Yi to the Mage Practitioner's Association for identification, but later he forgot about it. It was not until this time that he remembered it again and planned to go to the headquarters of the association early tomorrow morning to see the appraisal results. It is quite necessary to know who you and know your enemy to win every battle. It is quite necessary to find out who the enemy is.

Now this critical moment is not the time for these messy things, so he didn't say these ideas.

Watching Yong Bowen get into the bathroom, the sound of water kept ringing in her ears. Ellie Yun's heart beat more and more. Thinking of something about to happen, her face burned fiercely. She sat there stared at the TV, but she didn't see the content at all, and all her attention was focused on the direction of the bathroom.

After more than 20 minutes, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Ai Liyun was extremely nervous at the same time. She felt that her heart was about to jump into her throat. Her whole body was so soft that she was about to collapse on the sofa.

After waiting for another 20 minutes, Yong Bowen had not yet come out of the bathroom.

Ailiyun was a little relaxed, but a little worried. She tentatively shouted twice, "Xiaowen."

There was no response in the bathroom.

Now she couldn't sit still and couldn't avoid suspicion. She jumped to the bathroom door, patted the door and shouted, "Xiaowen, have you finished washing?"

The bathroom is quiet, and there is no movement, as if there is no one in it at all.

Ai Liyun gritted her teeth and pushed it gently. The door did not open. She looked inside, but saw Yong Bowen lying motionless in the bathtub, with his eyes closed, as if he had lost consciousness.

She panicked and didn't care about anything else, so she ran to the bathtub. As a doctor, she will not shout, but the first thing is to explore her pulse. Yong Bowen's pulse seemed to be peaceful. She took a closer look and couldn't help spat, "Bad guy, why did you fall asleep like this?"

Of course, Yongbo, who is planning to become a beast tonight, doesn't want to sleep, but his will can't resist the physical needs. The physical energy and internal power consumed by the sword can never be recovered in a short journey, but he was escaping at that time. His spirit was high. He was so nervous that he barely made it home. When he took a shower, everything was all right. As soon as he relaxed, he unconsciously fell asleep.

Seeing that Yong Bowen was fine, Ai Liyun was relieved and gently pinched his nose, "Bad guy, I'm scared to death. When can you make people feel relieved?" She muttered a few words, and her heart suddenly moved. Her eyes turned around and bit her lips. Her eyes slid under the bathtub and slid through her strong and well-proportioned body. It was not until she hit the black ball between her crotch that she shrank back like a frightened bird. He looked at Yong Bowen uneasily and saw that he was sleeping soundly. Obviously, he didn't notice his bad intentions. Alicia was relieved. She turned around and stared at the critical place boldly. Then she couldn't help sneering and said to herself, "Sure enough, he was much older than when he was a child."

Yong Bowen was extremely confused about his situation at this time.

He remembered that he was obviously taking a shower. Why did he come to such a place in a blink of an eye? Fortunately, his clothes were neatly dressed, otherwise he would not be regarded as an exposed pervert?

In front of you is a long corridor, with no head and end, carved beams and painted buildings, exquisite and magnificent. The wide courtyard outside the cloister is full of blooming flowers and trees. The snow-white flowers are blooming, layer by layer, covered with canopy, and the ground is pure white, just like a heavy snow. The breeze is blowing, the snow is flying all over the sky, and the fragrance is overflowing, really like a fairyland.

Although this place is good, it is inexplicable in the end.

Yong Bowen shouted tentatively and waited for a long time. Seeing that no one responded, he walked forward along the corridor. In a moment, when he walked out of the corridor, there was a small courtyard in front of him. The courtyard was full of gray-robed bald monks and looked forward on tiptoes, and their necks were long, as if many bald geese were pinched up by invisible hands, holding their breath one by one. So many people squeezed in one place without any sound. Looking from the top of a bald head, it can be seen that the roof of a Buddhist hall is exposed with half a plaque, with three big characters: dragon flying and phoenix dancing on it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see what was written at the bottom. Yong Bowen stood and watched the hustle and bustle, and shouted tentatively twice, but the monks seemed to be deaf, and no one looked back at him. When he was feeling inexplicable, he suddenly felt a flower in front of him. Then he looked at it, but he found that he had somehow run in front of the crowd.

There is about ten steps between the monk group and the Buddha hall. Twelve yellow-robed monks with wrinkles and white beards are lined up, standing in the center of the monks and the Buddhist hall, all closing their eyes, putting their hands together, and muttering the Buddhist scriptures there.

Yong Bowen scratched his head puzzledly and looked up at the horizontal plaque on the Buddhist hall, but it was still a blur. It felt similar to the effect of mosaic on the key parts when watching the A film. He stared at it for a while, and finally gave up the idea of seeing the horizontal plaque clearly. He turned around, circled the twelve old monks, patted them one by one with his hand, and shouted in his ear, but these old monks were like clay puppets, and they didn't even react at all. He was very bored and couldn't talk to these monks. He turned his head to see that although the younger gray monks were also doing something, they all stared nervously at the half-covered Buddhist hall in front of him. He couldn't help but be curious and went to the door and looked in.

The area of the Buddhist hall is not large, about 100 square meters, and the Buddha statue is enshrined in the center. He also recognizes that it is a statue of the Great Sun Buddha. The height is similar to that of ordinary people. It is all yellow and bright, and it is actually made of gold.

The Buddha sat on a monk. He was only about thirty years old, with a bald head in a white robe, beautiful eyebrows, a white and red complexion, as delicate as a woman. He sat on the futon, his eyes were slightly closed, his hands were holding a string of black Buddha beads, and there was a shiny silver three-cobalt pestle on his knees. He muttered praise in his mouth, but he did not make a sound.

There were four yellow monks standing in front of the white-robed monk, all of whom were confused and staring at the white-robed monk. Their expression was almost the same as that of a pervert seeing a beautiful woman with bare buttocks.

Yong Bowen felt that the white-robed monk was very familiar, but for a moment he couldn't think of where he had seen him. However, he didn't dare to come forward to pat and touch him, so he first walked to the first yellow-robed monk on the left.

This yellow-robed monk is the oldest of the four. He is tall and half a head taller than Yong Bowen. His skin is dark, his face is full of chamble, his nose is high, and his eyes are powerful. He doesn't look like a Chinese, but a little like an Indian. He held the King Kong Zen stick in his left hand, held the Buddha beads tightly in his right hand, and squeezed his lips tightly. He seemed to try to pretend that he didn't care, but his slightly forward body undoubtedly showed his nervousness.

Yong Bowen stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes. Originally, he didn't think about how the monk A San would react. Unexpectedly, the monk suddenly blinked his eyes and looked left and right with a doubtful face.

Yong Bowen was shocked and quickly took a step back. Unexpectedly, this step was stepping on the foot of the second yellow-robed monk on the left.

The second yellow robe monk is in his early fifties. His three thongs of long beard is soft and smooth, and his face is full of gentle temperament. If he doesn't wear a monk's robe and shave a big bald head, he looks more like a literati who reads poems and books. He held a shiny wooden fish in his left hand and a mallet in his right hand. Although he stood there, his eyes were wandering, obviously distracted. Yong Bowen stepped on his foot, and he grinned. He almost didn't make a sound. He looked left and right. His eyes did not stop on the culprit, but fell on the white-robed monk in the middle. A trace of shame surged on his face and he quickly stood still.

Yong Bowen stood firm and couldn't help but feel strange about what had just happened. He walked to the monk again and waved hard, but this time the monk had no reaction. He scratched his head, walked to the long-bearded monk and stepped on his right foot, but the long-bearded monk didn't realize it.

Was it just a coincidence? Yong Bowen couldn't help but be confused. After thinking about it, he walked to the third monk again.

The monk looked only in his forties, but his face was full of wind and frost, with a hunchback, and a hand full of caus. He stood there respectfully and looked at the white-robed monk. Although his face was expressionless, his eyes were full of unconcealed love. The mite mother is a kind of magic weapon, which is like a rattle played by children. It is made of two round wooden blocks with many Sanskrit characters written in cinnabar. Master Yongda didn't know this thing, and he still muttered in his heart that the old monk was very old and even played rattle drums. Is it possible that he could be rejuvenated?

Yong Bowen waved his hand and then stepped on his foot. The hunchback monk did not react at all, so he couldn't help but reach out and pat his shoulder. The hunchback monk trembled all over. His whole body seemed to have become a beast ready to go, and his whole body was full of terrible awe.

Yong Bowen was so scared that he shrank his neck and did not dare to stay in front of him. He ran to the fourth person in two steps.

This person is short and has a thin face. Although he is also about 50 years old, he does not have half a beard on his chin. He bows slightly, holds a purple gold bowl in his hand, and his eyes are slightly opened. Occasionally, a trace of light can be seen ejected from the seams of his eyelids.

As soon as Yong Bowen slipped in front of him, the dwarf monk suddenly smiled, put his hands together, and said, "Maha Pilu Zana!"

The dwarf monk said Sanskrit Da Ri Tathao Lai. Yong Bowen didn't understand it and listened so confusedly. He thought that this inconspicuous little man could see himself. He was overjoyed in surprise and said repeatedly, "Can you see me? Great! What is this place? What kind of people are you? Why am I here..." He asked excitedly, but after the dwarf said something, he stopped talking, just kept smiling, and his eyes went directly over him and fell behind the white-robed monk.

At the same time, the white-robed monk slowly opened his eyes, and his real eyes swept through the room. The four yellow-robed monks bowed at the same time and said, "There is no Amitabha!"

Yong Bowen didn't get a response. He was extremely discouraged. He turned his head to look at the white-robed monk. He didn't want to touch the white-robed monk's eyes. Although the white-robed monk had no expression on his face, his eyes were full of smiles and kindness. He nodded to him, which was obvious that he saw him.

Yongda Tianshi was so excited that he took the first step and planned to speak, but the white-robed monk immediately motioned with his eyes, and he immediately understood that this was to make him wait for a while. It's strange to say that he has never seen this white-robed monk before, but he feels indescribably close, like a close friend who has known him for many years. He can understand what it means with just one look. He stopped talking. After thinking about it, he stood behind the white-robed monk and then watched the bustle.

But the other four yellow-robed monks could not see the existence of Yong Bowen. Naturally, they thought that the white-robed monks were nodding and smiling at the dwarf monks, and the other three people were a little hesitant for a moment.

"Air and sea!" The white-robed monk whispered, and the dwarf monk immediately stepped forward, knelt down in front of him, and said respectfully, "The disciple is here."

The white-robed monk's right palm gently covered the top door of the dwarf monk. He slightly opened his eyes and said, "I have many disciples, both monks and at home, but they all learn a Dafa or get a deed. No one can do it at the same time. Like you, in just a few months, that is, with two secret altars, it is called unprecedented. It can also be called the Bodhisattva of the Three Lands, and it should be passed on to the position of Aza. His voice was not loud, but this opening made the nine rings on the Zen stick in the monk's hand swayed crisply, which was amazingly powerful.

The other three yellow-robed monks shouted a Buddha's name at the same time, all with no expression on their faces.

There was a chaotic discussion outside the room, but it soon calmed down and turned into a loud Buddha horn. Two or three hundred people were crowded in the small courtyard. At this time, the same voice made the beam of the house tremble, but in terms of power, it was still far inferior to the white-robed monk.

The relationship between Konghai and the white-robed monk was shallow, so he had to follow him for eight months. It was already a great happy event that he was allowed to accompany him. He never thought that he could pass on his manor. He was overjoyed for a moment and choked slightly, "Thank you, Master."

The white-robed monk said again, "I have called the painter to paint the fetus and the golden mandala. Please cast the Buddha's tools. Please write the scriptures and copy the scriptures for you to bring back to Dongying. You should grasp this cause and carry forward the tantra.

Kong Hai fell down and said, "Please give the master a gift."

The monk in white robe muttered slightly and said, "It can be called all over King Kong. Go ahead."

The empty sea lay on the ground, gave a big salute, and respectfully walked out of the door with the purple gold bowl.

The white-robed monk also announced the monk Shamen's debate, pointing out that he had to pass on the secret method of fetal hiding, and could receive the Buddha beads of the Zen stick, and was given the title of Dhara King Kong. After Xuanchang Xu Seng Huiri, he pointed out that he had to pass on the diamond secret method, and he could be given the name of Da Le King Kong.

After sending the two away, the white-robed monk finally said, "Congratulations."

The bowed monk came forward to kneel down and listen to the oracle.

Unexpectedly, the monk in white robe did not declare the law, but asked softly, "Do you have an indifferent heart?"

"Yes." The bowed monk did not deny it, "The Konghai Dongying monk, the master has also calculated that the Dongying wolf will be unfavorable to my middle soil every day. Why did he pass on his mant? The disciple knows that he is shallow and can't inherit the master's manor, but Huiying, Huize, Yi Cao and other brothers have to pass on two methods. The disciple is willing to walk for the master and call him back to inherit the manor.

The white-robed monk smiled and whispered, "Among my disciples, you are the latest to get started, and your daily practice is not outstanding. Do you know why I chose you to go with me? It is to see that you are born in poverty, perseverance by nature, and have wisdom roots. In the future, you can pass on my tantric sect in the middle of the earth without being cut off.

Zhen He sweated coldly. He made his back coat wet. He lay on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "My disciple is shallow and embarrassed. I would like to ask all the brothers to come and listen to the lesson together. Please teach me in detail."

"The cause of the big event can't be said..." The white-robed monk smiled and put his palm on the top of the monk's head. "I give you the name of Big Sun King Kong. I will tell you to break the magic sword seal and the three contemptful mother, and lead the twelve Dharma generals. I have left the Dharma Oracle. When the Konghai and others return to the country, they can summon the Qinglong monks. You must remember that no matter how hard it is in the future, you must pass on my Dharma.

Tantra believes in the Great Sun Buddha, given the name of the Great Sun King Kong, which is self-evident. Zhen Hecheng led the Dharma Oracle and turned around and left in fear.

Yong Bowen knows nothing about Buddhism, but he can roughly understand it. This seems that the young monk in the middle is about to share the inheritance with several disciples. After waiting for the four yellow-robed monks to go out, he wanted to ask. Unexpectedly, the white-robed monk smiled and said, "How about it?"

Yong Bowen was slightly stunned. He was about to answer, but after listening to the statue of the Buddha, someone said crisply, "Qinglong A Zhali, your disciples have something to take, so what's the advantage of me as a Dharma protector?" A man turned out from behind the golden statue, but she was a young woman. At the age of seventeen or 18 years old, she was wearing a plain white dress, her long black hair was casually scattered, hanging straight to her buttocks, with bare feet, and a string of crystal clear beads on each of her snow-white ankles. There was a Sanskrit character floating in each bead, and the words were red, as if the flame was rising and dancing. Don't stop moving.

Yong Bowen tried to see what the woman looked like, but her face was vague, as difficult to recognize as the horizontal plaque. She couldn't help muttering in her heart, even calling it evil.

The white-robed monk got up and bowed to the woman, but did not say anything.

The woman in white said angrily, "What kind of riddle? If you don't make it clear, I won't help you in the future.

The white-robed monk smiled and said, "All the Buddhas and flowers come out, and all the wisdom and fruits are born. Huajian, I'll help you in the future. After saying that, he turned around and walked to Yongbo.

Yong Bowen thought that he was going to talk to him, so he put on a smiling face to meet him. Before he could open his mouth, the white-robed monk seemed to look at the trick. He turned around him, and then fell and sat down on the futon. His left thumb was bent. Between his hands, his index finger stood upright - and the index finger held his thumb and hit the ground, and his right hand curved fist stretched out. Pointing to his chest, he pointed to his chest and chanted, "All sentient beings are pure in nature, and from then on, there will be no life and immortality. That is to say, this body and mind is an illusion, and there is no sin in the illusion. After chanting, his eyes closed, and there was no movement. Yong Bowen couldn't understand what this Buddha's worship meant, and he didn't know that the white-robed monk's left hand knot was the King Kong Fist - the Dari Tathagata's Dharma Definition Seal, but this image made him suddenly recall the image he saw on the fortune teller's bamboo stick. He couldn't help pointing to the white-robed monk and exclaimed, "You, you, you, you are not..." before he finished speaking, outside the room. There was a loud sound of Buddha's declaration, as if there was a crash in the flat ground, which made him dizzy. He only felt that the sky was spinning. It was dark in front of him, and the earth seemed to disappear without a trace, and he couldn't help falling down.