A New Character Every Month

After thinking about it, Zhiran asked again: "I heard that brother is the reincarnation of Arhat"

Lin Zian glanced at him: "Who did you listen to?"

"Ah."

Zhiran was at a loss for words again, so he had to say: "Pedestrians on the road."

"As the saying goes, three people make a tiger. If you want to learn more about Buddhism, you'd better not listen to other people's one-sided words."

Lin Zian continued.

Zhiran took a deep breath, silently recited the mantra of pure heart a few times in her heart, and said, "Does this mean that this is just fabricated by passers-by?"

"How does the younger brother know that I am not?"

Lin Zian smiled.

Just as Zhiran was about to open his mouth to refute, a voice suddenly came over: "Senior Brother Zhiran, Senior Brother Zhiran!"

A young monk came running from a distance: "The Fa conference is about to begin, and the abbot wants you to go there."

"Amitabha."

Zhiran had no choice but to stop what he said next, and sued Lin Zian: "Brother Fahai, the Dharma conference is about to start, and the younger brother left first. I hope that the senior brother can give some advice to the younger brother after the Dharma conference is over."

Lin Zian shook his head and refused, "If Junior Brother wants to be taught by me, I still need to be more diligent in Buddhism."

Hearing this, Zhiran was taken aback for a moment, and then a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Even the masters and uncles in the temple have never talked to themselves like this, you are only a few years older than me, so I will show you some face, just be so arrogant.

Who do you think you are?

Lohan?

Zhiran wanted to refute, but the Fa conference was about to be held, so he had to leave.

However, he has already made up his mind that after this Dharma conference, once he wants to let people like Fa Hai know how powerful he is.

Even if you have some strength, but talking nonsense about the reincarnation of Arhats to fool some ordinary people is no different from Buddhist scum.

"Show!"

Looking at Zhiran's leaving back, a golden light flashed quickly in Lin Zian's eyes.

Instantly saw through Zhiran's strength.

"A second-level monk, at his current age, his talent has surpassed most people."

Lin Zian nodded slightly.

The level of this world is divided into four levels.

The first and second ranks are monks, the third rank is great monks, and the fourth rank is powerful.

For soldiers, generals, commanders, and kings corresponding to demons and ghosts.

The black and white couple that Lin Zian dealt with in the grove a few days ago belonged to the second-level monks. Zhiran could reach the second-level monks in his teens, and he might reach the highest fourth-level powerhouse in his lifetime.

"However, it's still too young."

Lin Zian shook his head slightly.

He doesn't know whether Zhiran's cultivation level in Buddhism is high or not, but he is still young at heart and can't hold his breath.

It is estimated that at least decades of precipitation will be required to truly hone and become a talent.

Lin Zian turned around and continued walking towards the altar.

Not long after, a large open space appeared in front of his eyes.

Thousands of futons were placed on the open space, and there were many people who were invited to visit like Lin Zian standing outside.

As the water and land puja started, the futon was full of monks.

Outside the temple wall, there are also many uninvited ordinary people and monks, sitting quietly on the ground, just to listen to the lectures of the eminent monks in the temple.

After all, in this world of revived aura, even if the lectures of eminent monks cannot be understood, they still have the effect of calming the mind and removing troubles for ordinary people.

Lin Zian was also very interested at first, but after listening for an hour, he quietly retreated from the front of the crowd to a resting point at the back.

There are many chairs and coffee tables here, and there are fruit plates, pastries and tea on the coffee tables.

Although the resting place is more comfortable, the line of sight is blocked by the crowd, so no one sits here, only a few young monks stand aside.

Lin Zian casually found a chair and sat on it. Under the surprised gaze of a young monk, he picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mung bean cake, not bad."

Lin Zian nodded slightly, then looked at the crowd and sighed: "It's early."

Naturally, this kind of water and land ceremony cannot only last for one day, but will take three full days.

Thinking that there were still two days left, he felt a little tired, and stuffed a piece of mung bean cake into his mouth again.

Time gradually came to night, and the sound of Buddha was still bursting out in Honjue Temple.

The crowd outside the temple wall did not go up either. Many ordinary people even took up seats with their relatives and friends, taking turns to eat and go to the toilet.

And Lin Zian was still sitting on the chair at the rest point.

During this period, many people came to take a break or have something to eat, but he was the only one who was always sitting here.

"This sweet-scented osmanthus cake is good."

Lin Zian stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth again.

The young monk at the side looked at Lin Zian with some dissatisfaction.

He has added six consecutive pastries to the coffee table.

At such a serious moment, if you are tired and hungry, it is normal to come over for a short break and eat two pieces of pastries, but sitting like this without anyone else from morning to night, and eating six plates of pastries, I am afraid it is not thought Our Honkakuji Temple is probably a restaurant.

I really don't know which temple people are from, so rude.

The little monk complained in his heart, but he saw Lin Zian turned his head and smiled at himself, and quickly raised his head and looked ahead.

Lin Zian smiled and turned around.

He saw this kind of strange look today, and he didn't care about it. The reason why he turned his head was just to tease the little monk.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Lin Zian fixed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

He clearly remembered that when night fell, there was still a half moon in the sky, but now it was covered by black clouds.

And, these dark clouds seem to be...falling.

instigate!

A mass of crimson blood flew out of the black cloud.

It quickly fell towards the East Emperor City.

"This energy..."

Lin Zian's pupils suddenly shrank.

A translucent shield instantly appeared above the East Emperor City.

Boom! ! !

Bloody fell on the protective cover, and suddenly exploded, making a loud noise like thunder.

Many people in poor health in the city fainted one after another, and many people still had traces of blood flowing out of their ears.

"The defensive formation is about to break."

Lin Zian's face returned to calm.

There were bursts of circular ripples on the shield displayed by the large moat formation, spreading from the center of the explosion to the edge, and finally flowing into the ground.

This is a very good defense technique, which can effectively reduce the attacks received by the protective formation, but the attack power of that flame has already exceeded the upper limit of the protective formation.

Although the shield hasn't cracked yet, several huge cracks have already appeared on it, and they spread in an astonishing trend.

Chapter 140: A plate of cakes for a ghost king

At the same time, everyone in the Benjue Temple also reacted and looked towards the sky.

"what sound?"

"Not good, the big moat formation, there is something wrong with our big moat formation!"

"This is a shield that can't be broken even if dozens of monks attack at the same time. Why does it look like it's about to shatter?"

"Look! There is something wrong with that black cloud in the sky."

Everyone looked at the black cloud, their expressions were full of astonishment.

They actually saw many ghost soldiers wearing armor and holding swords in the black clouds, exuding a strong yin energy. It seems that the number may not be less than hundreds of thousands.

"Amitabha!"

Huiren, the abbot of Benjue Temple, flew into the air and said, "I don't know who is in charge of the outside world?"

"Hahahahaha!"

A gloomy, weird and crazy laughter came from the black cloud: "Hui Ren old bald donkey, today is the time you are waiting for to die!"

Huiren's expression changed: "Crimson blood ghost Wang Changwei?"

Red Blood Ghost King Changwei?

Immediately, all the monks and guests in Benjue Temple showed fear on their faces.

The Scarlet Blood Ghost King Chang Wei is a powerhouse of the fourth rank, so it's not surprising that the defense formation couldn't resist it.

"It's the king!"

Chang Wei laughed and said: "In the past, you waited for the bald donkey to see that the king could not escape the restrictions, and provoked you again and again. Now it is finally time for you to pay the price!"