The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

It is admirable to work so hard after being owed wages, Wang Haiqiang said...

"This temple is about to collapse, why don't you run away?" Wang Haiqiang looked at the monk in gray and asked curiously.

"Amitabha, the temple is in my heart. If this temple is down, if the temple in my heart is not down, the poor monk will be there." The gray-clothed floor-sweeping monk smiled slightly, said the Buddha's name, and went to clean up.

In this busy and desolate feeling, only his whole body is like a paradise.

"Amitabha, I have seen Baihe's benefactor." On the other side at this time, a monk put his palms together and said respectfully. He is a high-ranking member of the temple and knew that Baihe was coming.

And Baihe also maintained basic respect for the monks, and said after saluting: "Master Fa Neng, this Master Kongwen..."

"Just follow me and take a look."

Monk Faneng sighed, but there was still a trace of fear and dread on his face.

Bai He didn't think too much, and followed Monk Faneng into the Zen room.

Before entering, Bai He turned around and nodded to Wang Haiqiang.

Wang Haiqiang was puzzled.

"Me too?"

"Ah."

"Didn't you say that it's better for me to live on this side of the mirror and not get contaminated?"

"I changed my mind."

Bai He smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Then, would you like to take a look?"

"Hey."

Wang Haiqiang didn't think too much about it, so he followed. It was his initiative to step into the other side of the world...

After entering the meditation room, there is no sunlight coming in, and there is a gloomy smell of blood. It is not like a monk's meditation room, but like a torture room...

"God...god...I see...god..."

Master Kongwen was sitting on the futon in sloppy clothes, with a smile on his face, and he was chanting words, and the creepy thing was that his eyes and ears were still bleeding...

Master Fa Neng outside the door came in with a complicated expression on his face.

"Abbot Kongwen... After he came back, he... mutilated himself."

Chapter 66 My Buddha's Mercy

Master Kongwen's eyes were empty, and blood was oozing from his ears.The smile on the face is not gone, the suffering is added to the body, the smile and the flower should be the image of the Buddha suffering, but the monk Kongwen looks like the image of the devil.

Then after smiling, he hugged his head in horror again, as if he was avoiding something.

He hid next to the Buddha statue, hugged the Buddha statue, and refused to leave.

"Fairy...God...don't come here...you don't come here!!"

The eminent monk in the temple who was originally a majestic treasure, now shed blood from the seven orifices.

Next to it is the gilded Buddha of Compassion.

"The abbot wanted to bite off his tongue before, but luckily we found out in time." Master Faneng sighed and said, "I don't know why the abbot became like this. He clearly said it was over, but it was a matter of cause and effect. Come back like this."

Master Faneng wept secretly, he was Master Kongwen's nephew, he had been with him since he was a child, and he had a deep relationship with him.

"Yes...the gods are here? Are the gods coming!?"

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, this is my karma, I shouldn't help the wicked suppress their debts, I shouldn't..."

Master Kongwen went mad and knelt down.

"Immortal, what kind of immortal?" Bai He asked suspiciously, seeing this master with profound Dharma become like this was also horrifying.

"Didn't you say that gods don't exist?" Wang Haiqiang couldn't help asking.

Bai He paused and said: "This is just our modern research. For practitioners like them who have a legacy, immortal gods are mysterious, terrifying, and terrifying creatures. Under immortal gods, they are all ants. One of their thoughts can make mortals go crazy and lose their minds... and one thought can make mortals gain mana and spiritual power."

"However, these are just legends, and our institution is still studying this."

After explaining to Wang Haiqiang, Baihe released his talisman, intending to use the paper talisman to investigate Master Kongwen.

But at this time, Master Kongwen, who was in a state of madness, was taken aback for a moment. He was blind in both eyes and deaf in both ears, but he still had a sense of spirituality. He felt the pure and righteous magic power belonging to the Taoist sect.

Yes, it is the magic power of Taoism.

He recalled that day, the horror he experienced, the Taoist immortal riding a tiger under the setting sun and moon.

It is the magic power of Taoism!It's that door... Immortal God, he really came looking for me, he's coming to take me away!

No, no, absolutely can't let that Daoist immortal take me away...

However, Master Kongwen, who was going crazy at this time, was a little more sober because of the mana of this sect. After realizing that the god might be catching up, he turned around and folded his hands at the Buddha statue wearing gold and silver behind him, begging for mercy.

"My Buddha is merciful, the little monk's crimes cannot be forgiven, and his karma cannot escape. He is willing to suffer under the [-]th hell, where the red lotus burns his body."

As he said that, Monk Kongwen began to pray to the Buddha statue, reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

In front of Baihe and Wang Haiqiang, he told about the crimes he committed back then and everything he did in Shuimen Mountain Village.

Because of greed and desire.

As a result, the karma will be rewarded.

Under the appearance of the eminent monk, there is a heart blinded by greed.

After hearing this, Wang Haiqiang said in disgust, it turned out that the 'high monk' who suppressed those innocent dead souls was the filthy crazy monk in front of him!

Can this kind of person still be regarded as an eminent monk with the 'purification of the six senses'?

There is no profound Dharma, only an ugly ordinary person.

Only Baihe remained calm, and after listening to Master Kongwen's narration, he said: "I told you, a practitioner is also a human being, and he also has seven emotions and six desires. Do you think he is an eminent monk if he has the power to practice? It's not..."

"The gray-clothed monk who was just sweeping the floor outside, how is his Dharma? If you are talking about an eminent monk, he can be regarded as a person with profound Dharma, but he has no magic power in him, and Furen has no reaction to him, so what do you say?" , Compared with this master Kongwen, is the gray-clothed monk just now more like a master? If mana is divided according to the level of advanced Buddhism, then the gray-clothed monk just now should obviously be a great master. "

Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself, the temple is in your heart.

The floor-sweeping monk just now is indeed in line with Wang Haiqiang's idea of ​​a "master", not a greedy villain showing his ugly face like he is now.

"Why does this kind of person have mana, but that person just now doesn't have it..."

"So, the mana of a cultivator is mana, and it does not mean that his six sense organs are pure as a monk. A luxurious and lustful wine and meat monk may also be a man with high mana." Baihe said lightly: "As for the matter of mana cultivation, Our research is not much, we can only know that it is much more difficult for mortals to obtain mana in this era than before..."

At this time, Wang Haiqiang asked again.

"He prayed so much, can the gods and Buddhas hear him?"

"I don't know." Baihe suddenly thought of a case he had investigated in the past, which was about the enshrining of evil Buddhas in Southeast Asia. He remembered that person said that there are still real gods and Buddhas in this world.

That case was very bad, and the testimonials he gave were not traced back.

Coming out of the memory, Bai He put his hands on his back and shook his head: "The only thing that is certain is that the gods they prayed to no longer exist. If they existed, Luofu Mountain and Shaolin Temple would be full of practitioners."

However, at this moment, the Buddha in front of him suddenly radiated light, and the golden Buddha's light filled the entire meditation room.

Master Fa Neng, Wang Haiqiang, and even Bai He were caught off guard by this scene.

Bai He was even more astonished, and was slapped in the face on the spot.

Buddha light shines from this golden Buddha, answering the prayer of Master Kongwen.

Master Kongwen's mana surged out involuntarily.

All the magic power he gained from practicing Buddhism all his life poured into the Buddha statue.

This Buddha statue obviously absorbed the magic power of Kongwen, but the Buddha light blooming around him was so compassionate and warm.

"My Buddha is merciful..." Master Kongwen smiled with relief after feeling the Buddha's light.

"My Buddha is merciful."

"My Buddha... is merciful."

Most of the mana around Master Kongwen's body came out from the seven orifices, and most of it poured into the clay Buddha statue, and the rest turned into golden illusory lotus flowers blooming, and finally the golden illusory lotus covered the body of Master Kongwen .

A generation of eminent monks in Hanshan Temple, Master Kongwen, died after giving birth to lotuses from seven orifices.

And the Buddha statue that responded to Master Kongwen's prayer turned into a gold-plated clay body, without any magical difference.

Master Faneng was so scared that he almost peed his pants, and he didn't care about Master Kongwen's body, and ran away in a hurry.

Wang Haiqiang reacted and didn't run away. He looked shocked at this scene, then looked back at Baihe bitterly and said, "This...what kind of situation is it?"

Bai He looked at his little Furen.

The talisman paper figurine is refined by an expert and has a spirit inside.

The talisman paper figurines were kneeling and trembling at this moment, as if they were afraid that the Buddha's light would shine on them.

Bai He seemed to have no fluctuations in his expression, but his heart was turbulent, he said.

"It seems that some information should be updated..."

Chapter 67 Ink Painting Spirit Dog

Wang Haiqiang and his party from Hanshan Temple may never forget them for the rest of their lives.The same is true for Baihe, he immediately reported to the higher-ups, and the stone statue of Buddha appeared in the world, and the body of Master Kongwen was hollowed out.

This is a big deal and an important thing.

"What happened just now." Wang Haiqiang looked at Hanshan Temple surrounded by national security personnel one after another, and looked at Baihe beside him.

"I don't know, we'll have to wait for the experts to come to know."

Bai He lit a cigarette to suppress his shock, and then puffed out the smoke rings.

Wang Haiqiang knew that the 1.8-meter-[-] man was not so calm at the moment.

At this time, Wang Haiqiang suddenly felt a little balanced. It seemed that this senior who seemed to know everything also had things he didn't know, and there were also things that he was at the same starting point as himself.

While the national security was investigating, the temples in the Hanshan Temple were shining again, and there were even bursts of pure Buddha light emerging.

The emergence of the Buddha's light caused some monks who had not been cleared to fall to their knees, and even fanatics came to stop the national security investigation and prevent those investigators from disturbing the purity of the Buddha.

"Boss, what should we do?" The national security personnel came out and asked.

"Check." Bai He's expression was cold, just one word.I am not afraid of this so-called Buddha's light suddenly appearing.

Looking at it now, it seems that this Buddha light is preventing them from investigating.

The more you stop, the more you need to investigate!

.....

Hanshan Temple was in chaos, Liu Lei and the others didn't know it, and went back to the mountain village of their hometown.

Hometown is a place worth remembering and a place of attachment, which is the same for everyone. Liu Lei grew up in the city, but Liu Dongwei grew up in the countryside.

Nostalgia is like a glass of wine, Liu Dongwei wants to cry when he looks at his hometown that has changed drastically.

I haven't been back for a long time. For so many years, I wandered between cities.

Recalling the scene when I ran here back then, it was still like yesterday, but the little boy at that time has now become a middle-aged man with a big belly.

Father, mother, grandpa, grandma.

The friends in the same village, their dirty feet were washed white and tender in the stream.

now.

There is no longer a field where I can run, and there is no longer the person who ran with me in my memory.

When seeing the hometown, Liu Dongwei shed tears unconsciously.

Ye Langmei didn't disturb her husband's interest, but looked curiously at the rice paper rolled up in Liu Lei's hand.

"Son, why don't you open it and take a look? What is this thing? It can help grandma find the baby. It's amazing."

Speaking of which, Ye Langmei wanted to take the painting and open it up.

However, at this time, Liu Lei, who has always been a bit of a mother, decisively put the painting back behind him: "No, the master said that you must go to your hometown to open it, so you can only open it when you go to your hometown!"

"Hey, you little bastard, you don't listen to mom?" Ye Lang frowned, Liu Lei's slightly 'rebellious' behavior made her unhappy.