The Secret History of Demon Emperor Blasphemy

As one of the four great fairy gates in the Immortal Domain, the Bodhi Temple occupies the northern border, nominally shaking the boundary between the two domains, but its control over the northern border of the Immortal Domain has not been strong.

Buddhist disciples have the common people in their hearts, and treat all things in the world equally—even the boundaries between people and things are blurred, let alone the separation between immortals and demons.

That's why the northern border is called Immortal Realm, but in recent years, disciples from the Demon Realm have often appeared. As long as there are no bad incidents that endanger the people, neither the huge Bodhi Temple nor the immortal cultivating families on its territory will basically have any contact with these demons. Fix conflicts.

It's just that without Weiwen's usual routine of communicating with the mortal world, the Bodhi Temple also has their own method.

——That is the lay disciples who are admitted to the mountain gate every year.

These disciples are often recommended by the deep-rooted cultivating families in northern Xinjiang. Regardless of their age and cultivation level, they can enter the Bodhi Temple to practice Buddhism.A period of three years, during which time you can ask for instructions to leave.The Bodhi Temple will not ask for any remuneration before and after this, but instead provide lay disciples with the method of Buddhist practice as much as possible.

It can also be regarded as implementing their creed of compassion and helping the world.

——I heard this from Kong Ming before, but Su Yezi was always noncommittal; until today, he really felt that the person who invented this regulation must be a respectable eminent monk.

"Two benefactors, please stay." The young monk Mi who was guarding at the foot of the mountain bowed to the two people who came down from the carriage parked not far away.

The middle-aged man who was walking aside and living in seclusion on the side stepped forward, and at some point in his hand, there was a dark red wooden sign with the word "Du" engraved on it.

"So it's Patriarch Du." The little monk made a Namaste salute without any surprise, "It's just that in the temple recently, in order not to disturb the Buddhist practice, the recommended person can only go up the mountain alone."

The middle-aged man was startled when he heard the words, and then turned to the handsome young man behind him, "Elder Su, this is Bodhi Mountain, look..."

"Patriarch Du doesn't need to send it anymore, please go back."

Su Zizi's smile was so light that it could almost be ignored. He looked far away at the temple where the Hongzhong rang and the fragrant tea filled the mountains, and casually sent a voice transmission to the other party's spiritual sense: "This time, I borrowed the recommendation quota from the Du family in Nanshan. Still feel sorry for it.”

"Where is there..." The middle-aged man shook his head in panic when he heard the words, but he knew that Su Zizi entered the Bodhi Temple as a disciple of a layman. He replied, "You can look up to my Du family and bring my naughty grandson into the peak, which is already a compliment to my Du family. If you have anything to do, you can just give orders, how can you use the word 'borrow'... ..."

"Patriarch Du's generosity and understanding of righteousness, I will remember it." Su Zizi didn't want to be polite to the other party, so he stopped the other party's voice.Then he lowered his eyes and looked at each other with a half-smile.

Those dark and clear pupils seemed to be saying, "Do you still have something to do? You can go now if you have nothing to do".

Patriarch Du was not ignorant of current affairs. Seeing that Su Yezi didn't want to talk more, although he felt a little regretful, he still nodded, bowed to the other party, turned and walked back.

"Patriarch Du," Su Zizi suddenly said standing behind him, "Since it is the Du family in Nanshan, why did you move to Northern Xinjiang?"

"what?"

Patriarch Du, who turned his head, obviously didn't expect to encounter such a question suddenly. Before he could answer, he saw the other party smiling and shaking his head: "That's all."

After finishing speaking, the handsome young man turned around and walked up the mountain.

It wasn't until the two of them went up the mountain one by one, and the other returned to the carriage inexplicably, that the two little monks who were guarding there put their heads together:

"Do you think Patriarch Du is still afraid of that young man?"

"—do you feel the same way?"

"It's so strange, shouldn't the recommender beg the recommender? Why is it the other way around...?"

"Who knows, but the young man who went up just now looks really good-looking, and—"

Sudden--

"Still moving and still."

The two young novice monks were talking about their happiness, but when they heard this calm voice, their eyes widened at the same time, and then they stood up straight with no expression on their faces.

The middle-aged monk who gave them a warning looked away helplessly, and then looked towards the mountain road.

There, the young and beautiful young man who seemed to have no cultivation level was walking up the mountain at a leisurely pace.

The middle-aged monk stood for a while, but still couldn't see anything, he just regarded it as his own illusion, stopped thinking about it, and walked to the other side.

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Following a group of lay disciples into the mountain gate of the Bodhi Temple, and waiting outside their main hall, Su Zizi felt that she was like the pieces waiting to be selected on the chopping board in front of the butcher in the market of ordinary people in the mortal world. Meat.

Fortunately, the sun is shining brightly, and the "buyers" are not too late.

Speaking of "buyers", we have to talk about the Bodhi Temple's admission of lay disciples-every year, Bodhi Temple accepts some new lay disciples, and the number has always been quite large. Disciple taught, in this way neither too solemn nor negligent.As for which lay disciples go to which monks to listen to the Dharma, it all depends on the wishes of the lay disciples.

Before coming, Su Zizi had asked the Du family to find out that this year, this group of lay disciples happened to be taught by monks of the "Le" generation in the Bodhi Temple.

Su Yezi held his patience and stood with the agitated lay disciples beside him, looking calm and calm, except for the casual smile on the corner of his lips, which made the eminent monks who couldn't help but look at him more frown Slightly wrinkled.

In front of the Buddhist hall, such contempt made the monks dislike the most.

After a while, the Buddhist disciples of the "le" generation seemed to have arrived, standing at the bottom of the stone steps and lining up on both sides.

Under the sun, as far as the eye can see, there are shiny bald heads and silent Namaste salutes.

Having confirmed that there are no eminent monks with profound cultivation around here, Su Zizi released his consciousness with confidence, and carefully probed through the bodies of those monks and disciples of the first generation.

It's a pity that Su Zizi was afraid of being fooled by the good disciples with "Shameless" body protection, so he was extremely careful and made the detection speed extremely slow.So before he finished reading most of it, a middle-aged monk with a higher seniority who presided over the distribution ceremony stood up and gestured to the young Buddhist disciples.

So, starting with the first young Buddhist disciple, a group of monks came out one by one——

"The poor monk has lost his light."

"The poor monk has a festival."

"Poor monk..."

Su Yezi, who was still busy investigating, curled up the corners of her lips and muttered to herself, "I still have to introduce myself, let me tell you sooner..."

So he stopped checking them one by one, and with a leisurely smile, he waited for his good disciple to come to his door.

What's interesting is that not only is there self-introduction, every time a monk steps up to introduce, there will be a few low-pitched discussions among the people next to him-obviously different from him who is going through the motions. It is a complete data preparation.

Not long after Su Yezi waited, a clean voice sounded beside her ears——

"The poor monk is dusty."

Su Yezi's eyes lit up, and he looked up. ——The uniform appearance of the monks, but the one who just spoke looks more handsome than his peers.Although that face was not as destructive as the original one of the obedient disciple, it also made many people feel good about it.

Then, Su Zizi heard the voices of lay disciples sharing materials resounding again.

It is nothing more than which eminent monk this person worships under, what kind of teaching he has received, and he is very qualified to practice Buddhism...

It sounds like this evaluation is considered outstanding among the monks.

It's just that Su Yezi's face was not relaxed, but his eyes froze slightly.With puzzled and incomprehensible eyes, Su Zizi looked at Liaochen over and over again, but he couldn't find any trace of a good boy from him.

Logically speaking, Su Yezi didn't have the confidence to get rid of "No Form" with the cover of the natal spell of the divine vein and spiritual beings.

But a good student is different from him... I don't know where this confidence comes from, but Su Zizi always feels that he shouldn't fail to recognize a good student.

At least, it shouldn't be like this time, without even the slightest feeling.

The self-introductions of the monks did not stop because of Su Yezi's hesitation, and soon came the last monk.

To say that this one, although standing at the end, has attracted the attention of many people since entering the arena——

The reason is simple, this person is really ugly.

It's not that the other party's facial features are ugly, in fact, in all fairness, the facial features of this young monk are not inferior to the dust, but for some reason, on this man's handsome face, there is a scar across his profile, from The sharp line of the jaw extends to the corner of the eyebrow.

Ordinarily, as a true disciple of the Bodhi Temple, his cultivation is still in the budding state, so it shouldn't be difficult to repair a scar.

Everyone was puzzled, and Su Zizi heard the lay disciple who shared the information with a contemptuous laugh:

"This one, in fact, doesn't even count as a true disciple. Not to mention that his cultivation is at the bottom of the true disciples, Hanya Realm. The scar on his face is said to be the result of losing to a demon cultivator of the same realm at the foot of the mountain. He whipped a whip, and the whip was poisonous, and the eminent monks in the temple tried their best to keep his face from festering, but this scar will never heal." The lay disciple paused, obviously very sorry for knowing so many secrets. Satisfied, he added in a low voice, "I also heard that after this person was defeated, he fell into a slump, and his Dharma practice has also retreated. I advise you, it is best not to go to him, so as not to make mistakes."

Everyone agreed.

Su Yezi's brows and eyes were slightly cold.

These lay disciples thought their voices were very low, but in fact, how could they hide it from these Buddhist disciples who were at the bottom of the "Han Bud Realm"?

As soon as the voice started here, Su Zizi obviously saw the monk's steps slightly stagnant, and then he heard the other party lower his eyes and whispered:

"The poor monk is gone."

Upon hearing this dharma name, some of the lay disciples burst out laughing.

Su Zizi's breath was stagnant when he heard the voice, and his eyes were blank. He looked at the young monk who didn't seem to hear the malicious ridicule, but slowly retreated back.

At the same time, the middle-aged monk stood up and said:

"All benefactors, please choose for yourself."