NCCnovel Chapter 121 Go to the 7th Temple
Chapter 121 Go to the 7th Temple
The burning figure at the highest point of the Buddha platform is so dazzling.
Those so-called enlightened monks were so angry that their faces, which were trying to remain calm at that moment, could no longer remain relaxed, and their facial features became wrinkled.
They cursed their fathers and mothers, and hurriedly climbed up to the fourteenth platform, carrying their "heavy" robes.
Ironically.
He even fell down by himself.
He fell hard, and as he was not young to begin with, he couldn't stand up again.
Monk Kongwo sat alone on the fourteenth platform.
This is a position that has never been seen before and will never be seen again.
He sat quietly on it.
After saying the words "Buddha is not in Buddha City", he slowly closed his eyes.
The believers below were crying and wailing.
Not crying for the monk.
But it was the sentence "Buddha is not in Buddha City" that caused their faith to collapse.
They became crazy.
Why?
How could the Buddha not be in the Buddha City?
Where else could Buddha be if not in the Buddha City?
They couldn't understand and felt an inexplicable anger in their hearts.
Want to vent.
Rack your brains to think of rebuttal words.
But I can't refute it.
The man who always claimed that "Buddha is not in Buddha City" climbed onto the highest platform.
Defeated the most respected monks in thirteen temples.
This shows that their Buddhist teachings are unprecedented and unparalleled.
If you say he has evil intentions.
But he was already dead! If there was a Buddha in Buddha City, why didn't the Buddha save him? Prove the existence of Buddha?
Buddha...maybe he really is not in the Buddha City.
Buddha City went crazy at this moment.
The impact on the local people is no less than that of monks encountering a depletion of spiritual energy.
The false Buddha that people believed in had no basis in Buddhist principles or Dharma and was ultimately just a floating duckweed. The fig leaf in everyone's heart was violently torn open.
And those thirteen temples that claim to be orthodox.
Even more furious.
This damn monk.
With just one sentence, the foundation of his rule was shaken.
The senior monks of the Qizong Temple were furious, but looking at the figure covered in the fire clothes, they were afraid from the bottom of their hearts and did not dare to get close.
The senior monk from the Luji Temple who was sitting on the twelfth platform was slapping a monk from the same temple madly.
Blame the failure of your defense on the other party.
If the food he cooked wasn’t clean.
How could I lose in terms of concentration?
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"Ten Thousand Extremes Platform 14, I didn't expect that after the spiritual energy was exhausted, there are still people who can climb up."
Mu Qin looked at this scene with admiration in her heart.
"One person saves a city, what a great ambition." Li Tianyu clicked his tongue.
However, I no longer look down on the world from a condescending attitude, but feel that all talented people in this world, whether immortal or mortal, are worthy of admiration.
"This person has a deep Buddhist nature, but can he... really be saved?" Si Nian asked in a low voice.
Perhaps they are both seekers of the truth.
When this person stepped onto the first stage, the three of them felt a sense of mutual appreciation.
Either fall on the road or die at the top.
Be willing and have no regrets.
There is no need to feel pity or lend a helping hand, because some things are more important than life.
"Seeing this scene, even if this trip has no gains, I have no regrets." Mu Qin said calmly.
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Liu Qingxi didn't know how he returned to Kongwo Temple.
I found myself in a daze and came to this secluded little temple again. I could faintly hear the sound of chanting from inside.
The abbot, the second monk and the third monk were sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddhist hall, chanting scriptures and performing rituals.
He felt a little irritated.
Bloodshot eyes.
Go back into the room and close the door.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
until evening.
There were two knocks outside his door.
Someone was knocking on the door roughly.
I haven't received a response for a long time.
"Depend on!"
There was a curse word coming from outside the door.
Then the wooden door was kicked open, and the figure of Zhang Daoke emerged. There was no doubt that after years of wandering around the world, his internal strength and martial arts were first-rate. Not to mention the wooden door, even the steel plate could be bent by his kick.
Different from Zhang Dao Ke.
Li Changxiao, wearing a black and white mask on his face, just watched quietly, and his expression under the mask remained calm.
Afterwards, Liu Qingxi was pulled out of Kongwo Temple.
Li Changxiao threw a silver coin to the abbot as compensation for the wooden door that had just been kicked, as well as the accommodation expenses for the past few days.
The death of monk Kuga.
It is everyone's wish. The Buddha altar at the highest point and himself burning fiercely are the perfect ending for him.
One minute more, one second later, is not good enough.
Only this way.
The phrase “Buddha is not in the city of Buddha” can touch people’s hearts and possess an indescribable magic.
Only then will there be hope of breaking through the false Buddha.
In fact.
That night, Li Changxiao and Monk Kongwo talked about a lot of things, far more than just the temple rituals.
Li Changxiao also asked him about Buddhism, asked him about Buddhist teachings, asked him if he could accept help, and even asked him if he was willing to share his Buddhist insights with others...
Not a moment.
The three of them arrived at the foot of the Qizong Temple.
It is one of the three major temples in the Buddhist city.
The card surface is naturally full, built on the top of a mountain, with several continuous mountains behind it.
People who want to burn incense.
You have to work hard to get to the top of the mountain.
They also had to pay expensive tolls along the way, otherwise it would be considered as disrespecting the Buddha, and at best they would be kicked off the mountain, at worst they would be thrown into a prison that symbolized the "Eighteen Levels of Hell."
"What are you doing here?" Liu Qingxi suddenly shook off Zhang Daoke's hand.
His face was as gloomy as the sky at the moment.
The place made him sick.
"Burn incense." Zhang Daoke grinned.
The moment he finished speaking.
A light drizzle was floating in the air.
He patted the straight knife at his waist.
He pressed down the hat on his head and was the first to step onto the stairs.
Li Changxiao patted Liu Qingxi on the shoulder and asked him if he wanted to drink. If not, it would be fishy later.
That smells bad.
Liu Qingxi was stunned for a moment, then he snatched the wine gourd and gulped down two big gulps.
The spicy smell goes straight into the nose.
If it were normal, he would definitely complain that the wine was too strong and not suitable for human consumption.
But at this moment, he felt it was just right.
It seems to be to show heroism.
He threw the wine gourd behind him, followed Zhang Dao Ke, and stepped onto the stairs.
Li Changxiao hurriedly ran over to catch the precious gourd.
There was some resentment in his eyes.
Afterwards, he also stepped onto the Qizong Temple. As he was walking, a human head rolled down from above, and the person was killed with one blow.
The three men left silently and were killed without a sound. The irony was that the monk in this temple was pot-bellied and only knew a few mediocre kung fu skills. He happened to meet the three men and before he could even shout, he was stabbed in the throat.
The monks were eating and drinking meat in the back mountain.
But today, several uninvited guests came.
Human power is always limited.
Zhang Daoke is not as reckless as others. It is true that he has strong kung fu skills, but if he were to face an entire temple and encounter the several types of stick formations that are often practiced in the temple, he would not be in a good situation.
Therefore, only after understanding the rules of the Seven Sects Temple did he dare to climb the mountain and kill people.
All the way to the dungeon.
"what…"
"You... sugar..."
A woman squatting in the corner, counting ants, pointed at Li Changxiao with bright eyes.
She still remembered that she gave the other person a candy.
He must be here to play with me.
"Play..." She clapped her hands happily. In her mind, as long as she was given candy, they could play together.
Zhang Dao Ke came to see him last night, not just to drink.
He also wanted to tell Li Changxiao that the people from the Qizong Temple had taken that foolish woman to the dungeon.
And the purpose is simple.
The purpose is to make it into a magical instrument. In their opinion, women who have given birth to saints are excellent raw materials for making magical instruments.
According to the custom of the Seventh Zong Temple, one must first be locked up in a dungeon for three days to wash away the filthy air of the world.
The next step is to shave the hair.
The second step is to drain the blood, not all in one day, but drain a portion of it every day for seven consecutive days.
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