Rivers and lakes

There is Baochan Temple on Wujie Mountain. As the leading Buddhist master in the rivers and lakes, Baochan Temple has a large scale and solemn treasures in the temple, which is very spectacular.

At dawn, the first ray of dawn shines through the clouds and calmly shines on the ancient and magnificent buildings of Baochan Temple.

The entire Baochan Temple was suddenly brilliant, golden as if the reincarnation of the Buddha.

A morning bell strikes, slowly and long.The sound of the bell was thick and pure, floating on the entire Wujie Mountain.

The mountain is ethereal, as if influenced by the Buddha nature, even the birds and animals are listening to it, extremely pious.

At the foot of the mountain, believers come to kneel and worship all the year round. They take three steps, one prostration and five steps, one kowtow.

But today, Wujie Mountain was closed early, so devout worshipers can only stand at the foot of the mountain, overlooking Baochan Temple, and express their respect.

The big Baochan Temple quietly listened to the seven seven and forty-nine bells.The Buddhist disciples in plain clothes walked through the Buddhist hall cautiously.

Walk with respect and awe.

A novice with red lips and white teeth entered the backyard, looked up, and saw a man kneeling in front of the courtyard, with black clothes and black hair, his face was as calm as water.

Sha Mi couldn't help but take a second look, he had never seen such a young and handsome martial arts leader.

The novice monk is still young, only twelve or thirteen years old, just the age of ignorance.He looked at the man curiously. It was hard to imagine that such a young and handsome man could unify more than 1000 branches of the righteous sect.

The little novice counted on his fingers how many branches there were in the Baochan Temple where he was.

Baochan Temple seems to be just a temple, but it is divided into the disciples of Buddhist scriptures and the disciples of Wujie.The little novice is a disciple of the Buddhist scriptures, and he practices Theravada Buddhism, as well as Mahayana Buddhism, and the immeasurable Buddhism.

Each category has a master master, and there are twenty or thirty master masters known to the young novice monk Guang.

Although the masters are very nice, some are serious and some are not joking. The little novice thinks it will take a lot of effort to make them all obedient.

Not to mention such a huge world.

With awe and admiration, the monk walked over in small steps.

The man kneeling on the ground had thin cheeks and pale lips, but he still couldn't conceal his peerless appearance and temperament.In particular, the newly appointed martial arts leader has double cold star eyes, a little bit of starlight, and the cold air is pressing.

At this moment, the light in the eyes is restrained, like the lowered eyebrows of the Bodhisattva behind King Kong's glaring eyes.

No wonder the master said that this benefactor has Buddha nature, the little novice thought.

The new martial arts leader is kneeling on the ground, holding a bodhi seed in his right hand, slowly turning the beads, and holding a scripture scroll in his left hand, repeating the recitation in his mouth.Have read the last page.

The man was about to turn the page, the novice saw the opportunity and replaced the scriptures in his hand with the man, saying: "Benefactor."

Needless to say, the man has calmly accepted the Buddhist scriptures from the monk, thanked him, and started from the beginning.

Because he has read and recited twelve scriptures.

Read books for six days and six nights.

In the past 72 days, he knelt here, motionless like a mountain, and not a drop of water entered.

The little novice looked at the leader of the martial arts in awe, wanted to say something to him, tried to persuade him to take a break, but swallowed the words again: A person like the leader would disdain to talk to a small person like him.

The little novice was very self-aware. He took two steps back and stood a few steps away from the leader, so that he could immediately fulfill any request from the leader.

The leader was still reciting, but the little novice couldn't help but secretly looked at him, and found that his lips were dry, with skin on the edges of his thin lips. The little novice said with some distress, "You can stop and drink some water first."

It's not that the man doesn't want to drink, but he doesn't dare to drink, he doesn't even dare to move, for fear of moving, the Buddha's heart is not sincere, and all his efforts will be in vain.

In the courtyard where the man was kneeling, the door was closed tightly, and nothing could be seen inside.Only a ten-foot-tall golden Buddha statue stands in the courtyard, and the white clouds can be seen through the courtyard wall.

The Bodhisattva bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows, showing mercy to the world.

If the man can go in, he can see that there is an unimaginably wide open space in the courtyard, where hundreds of people can stand calmly.

In front of the golden Buddha statue, there are ninety-nine and 81 monks holding wooden sticks with one hand, standing in a fan shape, and lined up in front of the Buddha statue one by one.

The monk's face was solemn, and the Buddhist words in his mouth were uniform, humming in the empty courtyard, and nearly a hundred people recited it with internal force, as if there were substantial ripples spreading out, with a deafening momentum.

It is possible to forcibly suppress a painful, roaring sound like a wild animal.

It's a pity that I can't suppress the roar, but I can't suppress the curse.

There were broken, unearthly curses coming from the front of the monk.

It was a five-foot-tall bronze cauldron that needed three people to embrace. It was dark red and engraved with scriptures. As the hoarse and inhuman curses grew louder, the golden cauldron exuded a golden glow. bright.

The resurgence of the Buddhist monk's words seemed to be a tug-of-war between you retreating and me advancing. As the Buddha's words continued endlessly, all the unpleasant and filthy sounds were finally trapped in the tripod.

The courtyard returned to the majesty of Buddhism.

Unexpectedly, in just a moment, the big cauldron was about to move, the movement changed from small to large, this monster-locking cauldron, which is specially used to restrain evil spirits and is known as one of the three pillars of Baochan, was shaking because of this, like a hungry man trapped in a cage. The tiger is about to pounce on the food.

The 81 guards of the Baochan Temple who escaped from thousands of people after many hardships immediately noticed the abnormality. They had a connection with the Suoyao Cauldron, and they could feel that the bright lines on the Suoyao Cauldron were dimming.

It seems to have been defeated by the monsters in the lock demon cauldron.

The shaking of the Demon Locking Cauldron became more and more obvious, and the three feet did not step on the ground at the same time, and the ground trembled accordingly, so that the feet of the monk who was farthest away were faintly shaking.

Everyone changed color.

If even the chain demon cauldrons can't hold back, there is nothing in the world that can stop the blood demon!

At this time, there was a monk in red clothes sitting at the top of the fan. In front of the tripod, he was holding a scepter, motionless and silent, sitting like a lotus flower. Only pure white beads were rolling in his hands.

The monk looks good, and he can't tell his age. Seeing this, he has a look of worry on his face, which has always been empty.However, the worry flashed away, and the monk's face was replaced by a resolute and decisive look.

In the end, he slowly closed his eyes, let go of his voice, and recited a long series of Buddhist words. A visible glow of morning glory was spat out from the monk's mouth by the naked eye.

Immediately, the courtyard was filled with splendor.

The bloat was shining in mid-air, and the golden tripod seemed to be suppressed by it. With a buzzing sound, it was pressed to the ground without shaking.

The monk Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief, and then concentrated on setting up the formation.

But this red-clothed monk who did not change his color before Mount Tai collapsed, turned pale after vomiting his bloated body.

His lips were bright red, he almost swallowed the blood that was about to spew out, and he remained motionless again.

The leader is still kneeling outside.

Although there is only one wall separating them, he knows nothing about the yard.

Everything is isolated by the lotus-like Master Liaochen in the courtyard.

All he knew was that 72 days ago, he personally sent the Gorefiend inside.Then nineteen days later, he will pick him up with his own hands.

No matter when the time comes, what will the Blood Demon look like.

The pages of the scriptures are still turning, the prayer beads are still turning, and the curling incense is still wafting.

Everything is as it was 72 days ago.

As the days drew to a close, no matter how calm the scriptures could be, the leader's worries could not be calmed down.

He was afraid that the blood demon would not be able to withstand the baptism of the Hanhai Buddhist scriptures inside, and he was even more afraid that the blood demon would still be bloodthirsty and murderous after ninety-nine and 81 days.

After noon, the sky was gloomy, and it began to snow after a while.

It was the first time to deliver scriptures to Lord Han, and the little novice, who was fortunate enough to have close contact with the leader of the martial arts alliance in the high mountains in the rivers and lakes, looked at the sky anxiously, thought for a while, took a cotton coat from the Zen room, and put it on On the cold benefactor.

Although probably the latter is not needed.

But the leader nodded his thanks, and he didn't have the airs of No. 1 martial arts, which made the little novice feel good about him.

The little novice scratched his head and smiled foolishly, clasped his hands together, and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a monk running in a hurry. Seeing the little novice, he pointed to the outside of the mountain and said nervously: "Temple, outside the temple..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw a large shadow crossing the high mountain and covering the clouds.The shadows are as deep as the night, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

The little novice didn't know what it was, squinted his eyes, and when he saw what the shadow was, his face turned pale with fright, his two legs trembled, his knees softened, and he slumped down on the ground.

This shadow turned out to be the frightening Demon Sect Profound Eagle.

The number of black eagles is not too many, roughly, there are no more than thirty or so.But the black eagle is thick, one is as big as four or five people, and the one sitting on the black beast is a demon army holding a sharp mace, wearing silver armor, and an iron helmet.

The magic army has not been around for a long time, but its notoriety is no less than that of the Wandumen who slaughtered a city with a plague!

It is this demonic army that kills people without blinking an eye. Since its inception, wherever it goes, corpses are scattered all over the field, and the wailing continues.This forced the various sects and sects of the rivers and lakes, which have been in constant turmoil for a century, to unite and speak out unanimously.

It is conceivable that the magic army is terrible.

The leader on Xuanying is a beautiful woman, weak in body but strong in aura.She led the demon army to fight through the thorns and thorns, and headed towards Baochan Temple without hesitation.

The woman raised her eyebrows, sat high on the black eagle, and pointed at Baochan Temple angrily, "Old bald donkey, let my suzerain go, otherwise I will make your Baochan Temple bleed like a river."

The woman's voice wafted over Baochan Temple and reached everyone's ears.

Within the wall separated by spiritual consciousness, the copper cauldron, which was finally suppressed, heard the woman's voice, and seemed to be revived, and the anxious and angry roar came from the cauldron again.

Mixed with the voice of uncontrollable pain.

Struggle like a dying beast.

Liao Chen, who looked like a lotus flower born out of this world, did not expect that the blood demon, who was already exhausted, would react like this after the devil's saintess said a word.

Liaochen reached out his hand to calm the restless monk, he ignored the clamor outside and continued to speak Buddhist words.

As long as the Gorefiend is under control, the demonic army outside will have no backbone, and there will be nothing to fear.

More than [-] monks struck the wooden sticks in their hands, and hit the ground with the sticks. The overlapping sounds of the impact echoed continuously in the courtyard.

It hit the Gorefiend in Ding Nei's ears and couldn't get it off.

In the dark lock demon cauldron, the Gorefiend wanted to cover his ears in agony, but his hands were tightly bound by the Five Emperor Brocade, so he had no room to resist.

This brocade of five emperors is a thousand-year-old mysterious vegetation, which is specially used to bind masters of cultivation. The higher the realm, the stronger its resilience.To this day, no one has been able to escape from the Five Emperors Brocade.

In addition to the Five Emperor Brocade, the Gorefiend is also bound with a thousand catties of iron ropes, which are wrapped around his body and legs like a snake, and there are also Buddhist talismans embedded in dust. When he moves, he feels pain like a thousand catties of knives.