Villain: I am not good at fighting.

In the first year of Bailian, at the beginning of June, there is a pardon from heaven, a golden hall, and vitality. Zhoutian Kun is in the southwest, and Houtian Xun is in the southeast. The soil is moist and hot. There are seven consecutive auspicious days, which are suitable for offering sacrifices.

In the early morning, a compassionate release of life kicked off the White Lotus Dharma Assembly. The grand and solemn ceremony of releasing life, the pagoda of pure water, and the body and mind were free from contamination.

After the release ceremony, everyone held incense and bowed towards the White Lotus Bodhisattva statue. There were a total of seven halls for the White Lotus Dharma Assembly.

The main hall is located in the center of the national temple, which is larger than the imperial palace. The huge statue of White Lotus Bodhisattva is shrouded in a barrier and its true face has not yet been revealed to the world.

However, it does not affect the believers' worship. The invisible power of faith gathers towards the golden body, giving it a divine and holy glow.

The process has just begun. You need to worship all the Buddhas in the heavens and other Vajra Bodhisattvas first before you can worship the golden statue of White Lotus Bodhisattva.

During this period, five foundation-building monks will take turns to pray and consecrate the golden body. The emperor of the White Lotus Kingdom will also go on stage to give a speech on the country's peace and people's livelihood.

Then the disciples of the White Lotus Sect offered food to the pilgrims, giving them Dharma food to relieve their hunger.

During the seven-day White Lotus Dharma Assembly, there are two such food-offering ceremonies every day, the second one is in the evening before the sun sets.

At three quarters past noon, the food offering was completed, and a large crowd of believers gathered under the golden statue. The White Lotus Nation’s army used a formation to expand their voices.

Reverently invite the White Lotus Nation's national master, Miao Qian, to come on stage to preach and save the people.

In the other six halls, there are six senior monks of the Zhen generation, who surround the central main hall and explain the contents of the ceremonies to the believers in some remote places.

In the outer cities that cannot enter the capital, there will be disciples with the character "Yuan" (meaning "Yuan") who relay the holy words. In the more remote countries surrounding the White Lotus Nation, there are also disciples with the character "Miao" (meaning "Miao") who follow the instructions.

However, they are not as high-profile as the White Lotus Kingdom, and do not have the hundred-foot-tall golden body of the White Lotus Bodhisattva. They are not conspicuous and not many cultivators pay attention to them.

The immortal cultivators who came secretly, whether they were disciples of the Hehuan Sect or the Daoxuan Sect, or independent cultivators, all gathered in the capital of the White Lotus Kingdom.

The walls are made of blue bricks, the ground is paved with goose eggs, and the decorations are pagodas. Miao Qian, dressed in a golden cassock, bows and pays respect to the golden statue of White Lotus Bodhisattva shrouded in the barrier under the gaze of all the believers.

Then he turned around and sat upright on the cloud platform, with the lion's roar of Buddhism within him, and invited all Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Vajra Arhats to attend the Dharma Assembly.

Then, talismans were distributed and banners were hung to announce to the ten directions of heaven and earth that the souls of those who had died unjustly or suddenly should open the Buddhist doors and guide them to attend the Dharma Assembly and receive the grace of the Dharma.

The wandering ghosts and wandering souls are liberated at the Dharma Assembly and their sins are wiped out. Ordinary believers cannot see all this; they can only see what happens after the holy monk Miaoqian takes the stage.

Soon golden rain began to fall from the sky, and the statue of White Lotus Bodhisattva was shrouded in misty light, as if it was really about to descend to the earth.

"Buddhism is the system, white lotus is the path, it blossoms and becomes famous, changes and becomes wider...

Observe the essence of all dharmas, and distinguish the common source of all streams. This is the beginning of the journey..."

Miao Qian, who was in the early stage of Jindan, conveyed his latest "comprehension" of the White Lotus Sutra to every devout believer through the Lion's Roar.

There were frequent strange phenomena in the sky. Fairy birds, white cranes, were circling and lingering, unwilling to leave for a long time. The golden statue of White Lotus Bodhisattva was glowing brightly and becoming more and more majestic.

This is a sign of the gathering power of faith. The believers are sincere and some have begun to spontaneously chant the Buddhist scriptures promoted by the White Lotus Sect.

"The world is hell, and all living beings are suffering. The White Lotus Bodhisattva has compassion for the world. Those who believe in it will be blessed and free from illness and disaster."

Voices came one after another, coming from hundreds of mouths, faintly drowning out the lion's roar of Monk Miaoqian, who was preaching and secretly watching the immortal cultivators who were watching from the sidelines.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the golden statue of White Lotus Bodhisattva, which was about to reveal its true face.

The gold and lacquer are gone, the faith is sublimated, what kind of face is underneath the barrier?

Monk Miaoqian gave his speech from 15:30 to 19:00. As it was getting dark, he received the noble greetings from some believers.

He held the treasure banner in his hand and flew through the air, step by step up into the sky until he was shoulder to shoulder with the golden body.

"Amitabha, the Bodhisattva has achieved great success before the Dharma, he has opened up subtle words and exalted the essence, he has realized the perverseness of delusion, he has closed the six gates to sleep...

Entering the origin of life, seeing the silence of life and death, it is said that the white lotus does not grow, and day and night are difficult to distinguish. "

As the declaration came down, golden raindrops washed away the barrier, washing away all the impurities. The true appearance of the golden statue of White Lotus Bodhisattva was finally revealed to all living beings.

With her eyes lowered with compassion for all living beings and her benevolent face that saves people from suffering, White Lotus Bodhisattva is worthy of being the number one Bodhisattva under the Buddha.

He gathers the beauty of all beings and thinks about their sufferings. His spirit is like a light cloud covering the moon and his feelings are like the flowing wind and returning snow. It is hard to look back at the beauty of the world and the smoke of the world is like dust.

The piety of the believers caused a bit of fanaticism. If not for the most true and benevolent living Bodhisattva, who else could be worthy of such a stunning face.

"Zhenwang, the following process will be presided over by you."

Miao Qian said this calmly, then bowed to all living beings, turned into golden light, and quietly retreated back to the back hall of the temple.

But before he stepped into the palace, several streams of light followed him from behind.

"Miao Qian, you are so brave. It turns out that the White Lotus Bodhisattva is a mysterious Yin body. You must give us an explanation today. Tell me, where is Liu Huoshui?"

Miao Qian stopped and the majesty of the early stage of Jindan spread out invisibly. He smiled gently at the flying light:

"Donors from the Hehuan Sect, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

The escaping light stopped suddenly, plowing a deep groove in front of Miao Qian and breaking the bluestone floor. For a moment, they felt that this monk dared to kill people.

"Humph, we have already informed the Jindan elders in the sect. You must give us an explanation today, otherwise Lingtai Temple will not be able to protect you."

There are several Hehuan Sect disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage, who appear powerful on the outside but are actually weak on the inside. Miao Qian is at the Jindan stage and is not someone they can match, even if they join forces.

If the foundation-building stage condenses 360 Zhoutian acupoints, the spiritual power stored in the body is 360 times that of the Qi refining stage, and then the golden elixir enters the abdomen.

The spiritual power in the body is inexhaustible, and it has to be multiplied several times on the basis of 360 times, not to mention that there are two major characteristics in the Jindan period.

The innate magic weapon and the magical power of the Dharma are the gap that is difficult to cross during the foundation-building period. Even a strong man like Nalan Ze, the young leader of the Daoxuan Sect, has all the means and magic weapons he can use.

He was still being whipped around like a top by the leader of the Holy Beast Mountain, who was in the middle stage of the Jindan period. Those in the late stage of the foundation building period who could remain undefeated at the hands of a man in the early stage of the Jindan period were already geniuses among geniuses.

Or he has not yet refined his own magic weapon and is in the early stage of forming a elixir to condense the Dharma image. One of the two must be met. He does not have such a great opportunity to cross levels as Liu Muqing.

It is best not to confront a Jindan stage person head-on, otherwise the other party's life will be very fragile in a moment's thought.

"Hehe, fellow donors, I don't know what the Xuanyin body is, nor do I know who the Liu Huoshui you are talking about is.

The White Lotus Bodhisattva statue was tailor-made based on the description in Buddhist scriptures and the conjectures of some disciples. Any similarities are purely coincidental. "

After saying this with a seemingly gentle expression, Miao Qian glanced at them disdainfully, walked into the inner hall, sat cross-legged on the cushion, and quietly waited for the next storm.