dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Of course the ghost Buddha didn't smoke cigars.

Of course, this may also have something to do with Chen Fu not daring to come out...

After taking the rosary in Chen Daji's hand, he felt the unique "essence" of Master Kong Chan, and the tyrannical aura of ghosts and Buddhas became more restrained.

"Namo Amitabha."

"I don't want the master's family to be my old friend from Jinguang Temple. The poor monk is rude."

Seeing the kindness in Guifo Wumian's heart gradually being aroused, the deaf granny suddenly had an idea in her heart.

"Passing through the door is a guest."

"Eldest grandson, second grandson, don't let Master stand outside the door, come in and sit down."

Old people, ghosts.

Grandma Mai immediately understood the meaning of the deaf mother-in-law.

At the same time as the ghost sedan stepped out of the way, she also walked out from inside.

"Since it's an old friend, it's better to meet by chance than to invite each other. Please invite me from the master."

Ghost Buddha hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the small courtyard.

He also thoughtfully reduced the size of the Buddha behind him to two meters.

Hu Fei'er, who has a delicate mind, has already moved three rattan chairs and made tea.

The deaf mother-in-law, the maiden grandmother, and the ghost Buddha sat around the stone table like this.

Chen Daji saw the cassock hanging obliquely outside the ghost Buddha's red robe, and subconsciously stepped forward to help him put it on.

"Brother Bald, you need to dress well in the cold weather!"

"If you catch a cold, you'll have a runny nose like Fatty Zhao."

"It sucks, it's disgusting!"

How long has it been since no one cared so much about themselves? !

Chen Daji's subconscious movements reminded the ghost Buddha that when he was a child, whenever he worshiped the Buddha late at night, the teacher would always cover himself with clothes from behind.

Therefore, the kindness in my heart is stronger.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Thank you, poor monk, for your concern."

With kindness in his heart, coupled with the protection of the Buddha clothes, the ghost energy surrounding Ghost Buddha Faceless finally completely disappeared.

Hua Jiu is so smart:

Seeing that things were turning around, he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot.

"Master, there is something I don't know about the Buddha, and I hope you can enlighten me."

When it comes to Buddhist affairs, Ghost Buddha has no face and does not neglect, and immediately opens his mouth to answer.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Don't hesitate to ask the benefactor, the poor monk will know everything and talk endlessly."

Hua Jiunan walked three steps slowly, and sat down in front of the stone table.

Pick up the brush, spread out the yellow paper and draw while talking.

"I remember that there is a saying in the Tathagata Sutra."

"The body of the Buddha should be truly golden, his throat should be like a shellfish, his face should be like a full moon, and his eyes should be like blue lotus."

"The eyebrows are slender and slender, the nose is tall and straight, the lips are red, the teeth are white and the arms hang down to the knees."

"The body is illuminated, Weibi is like a lion, and the appearance is like an elephant king."

"There are forty teeth, the top is raised in a meat bun, the cheeks are like a lion, the seven places are full, the eyebrows are white, and the eight Sanskrit sounds."

"Why does the Buddha behind the master have such a strange shape?!"

Hua Jiunan's paintings are extremely expressive:

While speaking, a compassionate and solemn Buddha appeared on the paper.

After watching it for a long time, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds and the Buddha's light flashed.

Seeing this, the ghost Buddha trembled instantly.

Covering his eyes with his hands subconsciously, he said repeatedly.

"The heart of the donor is like Bodhi, with great wisdom and great compassion!"

"It's a pity that faceless people are ashamed to see the Buddha, please quickly invite the Buddha into the inner room!"

Hua Jiunan didn't follow suit, but picked up the yellow paper, got up and walked to the floating Buddha statue.

"Is the Great Master practicing the Dharma of Great Accomplishment, or the Dharma of Minor Accomplishment?"

Ghost Buddha still covered his face with his hands, but he still replied subconsciously.

"The benefactor is wise. When I was ordained as a young monk, my family teacher passed on 36 Buddhist scriptures to me."

Hua Jiu couldn't smile.

"Dare to ask Master, what is the difference in the purpose of Dacheng Buddhism and Xiaocheng Buddhism?". VII

Buddhism and Buddhism have been deeply embedded in the hearts of ghosts and Buddhas.

Hearing Hua Jiunan's question, I thought he was trying to compare on purpose, so he answered quickly.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Practice the Bodhisattva way in Mahayana Buddhism and save all sentient beings."

"The Hinayana Buddhism has the wrath of the Vajra. Only after self-cultivation and liberation can we save all living beings and be reborn in bliss."

After hearing this answer, Hua Jiunan smiled even wider.

"In that case, I have another question."

"Since the master has practiced a small amount of Buddhism, but if he can't face his true self, how can he practice? How can he be liberated? How can he save all living beings?!"

Hua Jiunan's seemingly ordinary question, in fact, secretly integrated Taoist secrets and awakening spells.

Asking three times in a row, it resounded in Ghost Buddha Wumian's heart like thunder.

He broke out in a cold sweat, and his body trembled more violently.

Even the black dagger and the floating blood-stained letter fell to the ground together.

Repeatedly muttering like a demon.

"Yeah, even if you can't face your true self, how can you practice? How can you be liberated? How can you save sentient beings..."

Seeing this situation, Chen Daji acted decisively.

Don't get me wrong, readers:

He didn't hit Ghost Buddha's crotch with a slingshot.

Instead, tentatively, he stretched out a foot quietly, and kicked the dagger that the ghost Buddha threw on the ground away in fear of frightening.

Seeing Ghost Buddha turned a blind eye to his actions, Chen Daji kicked again and decisively kicked the dagger in front of Chang Baye.

And winked at him desperately.

Although Ba Ye Chang was terrified in his heart, and even trembled more than ghosts and Buddhas, he still understood the meaning of his "good friend" in seconds.

Resolutely took off the scapegoat on his head, and clasped the dagger slightly.

And pretended to be nonchalant, whistled softly, and put himself on the black pot.

An enemy without a weapon is a good enemy...