Kryptonian Demon Lord

The light of the Wanzhang Buddha shines on the Lizhen Monastery and rests for a long time.

After the Buddha's light disappeared, Wu Hao also got out of the state of bodhicitta.

At this time, his spirit power was almost exhausted, feeling endless exhaustion.

Dedication is cool for a while, but dedication is not without cost.

Now Wu Hao doesn't think about anything, just wants to sleep well.

So he hurriedly set up a defensive alert formation in the Zen room, and fell asleep.

Wu Hao woke up leisurely when he slept in the wee hours of the morning.

The first thing Wu Hao woke up was to sink into the depths of his soul, to see how he practiced the magical powers of the nightmare.

Last night, he had a vague understanding in his heart that he was afraid that his magical power would be completed.

But in his state, there is no way to eagerly check the state of this supernatural power, because it is easy to get out of the state of bodhicitta.

On the contrary, at that time, with a touch of compassion, he lamented the birth of another magical power that went astray.

It's like the master of science who discovered the principle of nuclear reaction, lamenting that this thing was not used to benefit mankind in the first place, but was used to make weapons like natural disasters.

But now that the bodhicitta mentality has passed, Wu Hao naturally couldn't wait to check it out.

Sure enough, the practice was successful. In fact, yesterday, his dream spread to the entire Lizhen Monastery, which is the reverse application of the magical powers of the nightmare of the devil.

On the contrary, it was in a dream, helping the people to realize Zen. And when it comes, it is naturally to steal information, insights, dreams, and even the sacred energy that escapes from other people's dreams.

In this way, Wu Haoxin's three extra magical powers were already full. They are the universe in the palm, the devouring world and the nightmare of the demon.

This may not be the best match on his path of cultivation, but this is just the rebirth body of the heavenly demon coming into the world, and it doesn't matter.

As long as there is no money!

Anyway, it is to practice the trumpet, if the practice is abolished, delete the account and re-train, as long as the whole body's cultivation base and feelings remain.

After checking the situation of the newly learned supernatural powers, Wu Hao is ready to withdraw from the sea of ​​supernatural consciousness.

There was such a big disturbance yesterday, of course it was impossible for others to be unresponsive.

Wu Hao planned to go out and take a look, and explain to the monks here what happened last night.

Before leaving, he habitually glanced at the Akrypton panel.

At a glance, he noticed the difference.

"Fuck!" Wu Hao couldn't help but exclaimed, "When is there one more column for my descendants?"

...

When the morning sun was shining on the Lizhen Monastery, Wu Hao's temple was already blocked by the surrounding water.

A group of monks in monk robes were sitting in front of his meditation house, rows of bald heads shimmering like the surface of a lake under the sun.

These monks were all monks who practiced in the Lizhen Monastery, including the abbot Huijiang, and some of the first elders of the Hui family, and more of them were the disciples of the monastery of the Zhizi and Jingzi generations.

Only the core disciples and elders of these monasteries, as well as some distinguished guests of the Lizhen monastery, are qualified to approach the scope of the monastery, and the many young novice monks and the increase in their footsteps are all enclosed in the outer area.

The more peripheral area is surrounded by a group of people. These are mostly Buddhist lay disciples or pilgrims from Lizhen Monastery. Many people came here overnight after seeing the Buddha's light last night.

Because the gates of the five cities of Yuanheng were closed at night, many letters are coming from the suburbs of Yuanheng. More believers are still on their way because they cannot leave the city.

Otherwise, the entire Lizhen Temple might have been crowded.

Lizhen Monastery has sent monks in the temple to guard and maintain order around the temple to prevent stampede or other accidents.

Thousands of people gathered around Wu Hao's monastery, but the scene was silent.

This reflects the outstanding meditation skills of the monks in Lizhen Monastery.

Countless monks were quietly looking at Wu Hao's Zen room, waiting for the buddha from last night's dream to show up.

They believe that this master must already know their sincerity. If the master does not come out to meet now, there must be reasons why it is inconvenient to come out now.

Maybe people are still enlightening the Zen, if they bother and interrupt the master’s sentiment, wouldn’t it be a loss for Buddhism?

So at this time, it is absolutely impossible to knock on the door to remind.

Abbot Huijiang looked at the sky, and now it was time for morning class.

The morning class at Lizhen Monastery has been rainy and rainy, and of course it is not easy to delay it today.

However, there are many forms of morning classes. Opening your mouth is also Zen, and closing your mouth is Zen. Waiting patiently is also Zen.

The master is still awakening the meditation, and ordinary monks like them can't waste their time, so today's morning class can't be saved.

They are going to do it here, do it on the spot... do it while waiting.

They will complete this morning class in the form of a silent and closed mantra.

However, in general, during the morning class, the host of the morning class will give a sentence or two of "Buddha verses" as the subject of the morning class.

Participants in the morning class will study the various Buddhist scriptures around the theme, find examples, extend the Buddhist principles, and then communicate with each other to conduct meditation.

Even in the silent state, they can complete the communication link in the form of Yuanshen sound transmission. It's just that the big event happened last night, so Abbot Huijiang hasn't had time to think about the topic of today's morning class.

But it doesn't matter. With Abbot Huijiang's Dharma attainments, he can come with his mouth open.

He glanced around in this Zhike Buddhist Monastery, looking at the trees, the flowers, the rows of bald heads, and the sun on the horizon, and he had a sense of understanding.

He was about to open his mouth when suddenly his earlobes fluttered slightly.

There seemed to be a little movement in the master's meditation room.

Zen Master Hui Jiang listened carefully and faintly heard the word "fuck".

So he blessed his soul and spoke to the monks in the courtyard.

"Today's morning class theme is... Fuck!"

"Fuck!" A little monk of the quiet character generation couldn't help but exclaimed, but then he became stiff.

Because he felt the abbot, the first seat, the master, the uncle, the uncle, the brother...the eyes of reproach and disappointment were shot on him like a sharp sword~www.readwn.com~ he was full of agitation, and quickly closed his eyes and lowered his eyes. First, a look of meditation and enlightenment.

The disciples in the surrounding temple originally wanted to make a move, but when they saw this lesson from the past, they quickly turned into a dull complexion and did not dare to make a sound.

Even when they heard that the little novice monks who surrounded behind had heard about them, they would sternly stare at them and give warnings.

Behind the little novice monk, there was a suppressed muffled laugh from the guest monk, but in the eyes of the people around me, the muffled laughter died out, just like a half-cut that was caught back.

Abbot Huijiang's eyes seemed to open and close, observing the surrounding monks calmly.

Some have constipated expressions, some have distorted expressions, some seem to smile but not smile, some endure hard work, some have a calm manner, some want to speak but stop, some are unmoved, some have an enlightenment, some have a serious face...

The various forms of sentient beings are based on it.

Abbot Huijiang sighed secretly: "The master is worthy of being a master, and the word "fuck" is like a slogan, and all living beings can be dealt with in one word!"

Immediately, he also entered the enlightenment, and the Buddhist scriptures flashed in his heart like running water, looking for the Zen mechanism related to the word "Fucking".

Under the leadership of the abbot, the monks quickly entered a state of meditation. They were already familiar with this kind of morning class, even if they changed to a novel topic today.

The expressions of the monks calmed down, and finally found their usual state, and settled down to think and enlighten.

The morning sun shone down, making them look dignified and solemn one by one.

The monks who came from behind, saw the situation here from a distance, and subconsciously lowered their steps, not daring to disturb the monks in the monastery to realize Zen.

The monks are diligent, the believers are respectful, and the Buddhist monks are magnificent!

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