Longevity is Different, Caishikou Was Beheaded at the Beginning Chapter 464

Not only Tao Qian, but also many warlords, representatives of various provinces, well-known scattered cultivators, etc., also went to see the thin ascetic monk on the side of Zizai Temple at this time.

Although most people have already believed that this fight should be the victory of the Demon Buddha Temple, and Cheng Luohan can not only win this game, but he can even use this success to break through the level and enter the realm of bliss, becoming a real [sesame oil] Rohan].

However, there are still a few people who feel that the "Zen Master Dayu" is allowed to create miracles.

reason?

Although the Zen master has not shown great supernatural powers, and his backing is not hard.

But the means he showed in a hurry, even some strongmen from the big faction can't do it.

Such as the mirror of the mind that day, or the Buddhist scriptures now compiled, both of which prove that this ascetic monk is not an ordinary person.

In particular, Duke Yuan, who seemed to appreciate this junior very much, also came over by voice transmission at this time:

"Look, the old thief Shipi is going to be plotted against."

"His arrangement with Kong Chan is really good. It can help the dead fat man break into bliss. This Qiantang Province has been polluted by the devil's Buddha energy for so many days. When monks from other families come here, most of the sutras are useless."

"But this person is different. He is obviously a born Buddha, with Bodhicitta and a pure body, and he takes the initiative to defile himself to cultivate the way of saving the world... Well, he must be someone with wisdom."

"His path is dedicated to defeating that Cheng Luohan."

As if to confirm what Yuan Gong said.

Zen Master Dayu took the initiative to stand up, with a rare look of anger on his face.

Nothing else, but what Cheng Luohan did.

Staring at the top of the Glazed Tile Pagoda, Cheng Luohan, who almost turned into a mummified corpse but whose cultivation base is skyrocketing every moment, said directly:

"Friend Cheng, the poor monk originally wrote a volume of "The Sutra of Withering Rong Nirvana" for you. If you want to save you, let you put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha in Nirvana. As long as you can make up for the various debts in the past, you can avoid falling into the beast. The fate of sacrifice."

"Now it seems that you can't listen to this scripture."

"You bewitched all the people to light incense to support yourself. This debt can only be repaid if you have to suffer the delay and become a beast."

"Look at it, the poor monk will break the wish of your deceitful Arhat."

When the voice fell, Zen Master Dayu immediately shot.

Everyone, together with the spectators in the seventy-two provinces who were watching the battle, all listened to the Chan Master's eulogy: "All sentient beings possess the wisdom and virtue of the Tathagata, but because of delusions and attachments, they cannot achieve it... You should see that all dharma realms are like illusions. Buddhas are like shadows, Bodhisattvas move like dreams, Buddhas preach like sounds..."

As the Zen master chanted the scriptures, in the next moment, oh no, it was the whole Qiantang Province that began to see incredible sights.

The source is Zen Master Dayu.

The Buddha's light surging on him, wisps of light, all turned into a new Zen Master Dayu.

Doppelganger?

projection?

In short, hundreds of thousands or even millions of "clones" burst out in an instant, drilling out from the body of Zen Master Dayu.

These clones, like light smoke, drifted all over the Qiantang.

The first contact was naturally the provincial capital below.

Millions of provincial and city residents also benefited from the "sesame oil" on Cheng Luohan's body, and the human incense they ignited was also the most intense.

But at this moment, the Zen masters got into their bodies.

Every resident feels a different neck.

Turning their heads to look, they saw a golden sarcoma grow, and after it burst, a head identical to their own emerged from the splashing golden pus.

Born with a golden face, it is full of Buddhnature wisdom.

This scene is both terrifying and bizarre.

Thousands of double-headed people suddenly appeared in Qiantang provincial capital. After the other head came out, the ordinary people followed Zen Master Dayu and started chanting scriptures without saying a word.

In an instant, the sound of chanting sutras reached the sky, urging the Buddha's light to become more intense, and more clones emerged from the body of Zen Master Dayu.

One million, two million, three million... densely packed, flying to every city, city, county, town, and village in Qiantang Province.

Everyone saw the face of Zen Master Dayu for a while.

Everyone, including Tao Qian.

Now they are all stunned, dumbfounded, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Said that the Zen master has no supernatural powers? What is this?

The method of avatar is nothing, and many monks have practiced similar methods.

But at most one or two, a little more, dozens or hundreds.

Or like Tao Qian, you can easily summon a "substitute demon", which is more perfect without flaws.

Can hundreds of tens of millions of avatars?

Tao Qian suspects that the Taoist cultivator may not be able to do it.

Although Duke Yuan had expected it in his arms, he was still surprised at this time:

"Good monk, it's really amazing."

"This is the first time I have seen such a magical method, and it must have been created by him."

"Boy, don't doubt it."

"This monk must have a previous life, and he is also a great monk, but since he is unwilling to enter Zizai Temple, it should not be from the Buddhist Temple. In his previous life, he was probably an idle Buddhist practitioner who accumulated a lifetime of merit and cultivation. In exchange for the awakening of Su Hui in this life , to practice this incredible way of saving the world."

"If you have a chance, you can try to win him over. With your humanistic luck and your accumulated achievements, as long as you vent your foundation, this monk will worship him without saying he is a head, and he must also engage with you. good relationship."

"Best of both worlds, each with its own benefits."

Just after Yuan Gong finished speaking, the sound of chanting that resounded through the sky suddenly stopped.

Everyone looked down and finally understood why Zen Master Dayu was confident that he could break Cheng Luohan's wishful and secret method of burning incense.

To them, the sound of chanting sutras filled with Buddhist rhythms, penetrated into the ears of millions of city residents, seemed like a kind of torture.

Both men, women and children are trying to prevent the "other self" from reciting the scriptures.

Some people covered their ears with their hands, some people blocked their mouths with their hands, some people beat and tore them... Some people were even more ruthless, they simply took the swordsman and cut off the head abruptly.

Unfortunately, these are all useless.

The head that chanted the scriptures could actually run.

So they can only cry and drink:

"Don't read it!"

"Please, don't read any more."

"Shut up, I told you to shut up."

"I killed you, I killed you."

"Ahhh... It hurts, please shut up, I can't take it anymore."

As far as the eye can see, millions of people are crying.

Tears and tears rolled in the dust, and some even tried to self-mutilate to end the torture.

But soon, another change occurred.

Some people were in extreme pain, their faces suddenly turned red, and they turned over and vomited.

Incomparably dirty pieces of meat, grease, and all kinds of filth that represented desire were mixed out, and a small waterfall was also pouring down.

Accompanied by the sound of vomiting one after another, the original Buddha's light surging, like the provincial capital of Qiantang in the Pure Land of Bliss, turned into a filthy country in the blink of an eye.

Like a mountain of garbage, a city of decay.

The stench is so stinky that it makes one want to vomit.

This scene made Tao Qian's eyes light up, and he realized in his heart:

"This should be some kind of secret method of detoxification. Fragrant oil and the source of the magic Buddha are all addictive drugs similar to smoke and earth for the common people of the human race."

"As long as they can get rid of the drug addiction in their bodies, make them wake up, and their willpower is eliminated, the fragrance of people will naturally be extinguished."

"It's the right thing to do, and it really is an eminent monk."

"Anyone can figure it out, but it's not something ordinary people can do to relieve the addiction of tens of millions of people at one time."

"Chan Master Dayu is indeed extraordinary, but... what's the price?"

When Tao Qian was amazed, he also thought of something.

Immediately raised his head, he looked at Zen Master Dayu.

As soon as the innate spiritual vision opened, Tao Qian could only feel that the incomparably hot Buddha light filled his eyes.

That Zen Master Dayu, at this moment, has no human appearance.

The whole person seems to be turned into a candle and Buddha lamp that is burning frantically.

The body and soul with pure Buddhnature are being consumed violently with the sound of chanting sutras.

The flames of the lamp instantly made Tao Qian feel the burning pain, and golden tears kept streaming down the corners of his eyes.

At the same time, a Taoist statement burst out in my mind:

[I'm peeking at the Dharma image of Zen Master Dayu's fixed light...]

[In the previous life, Zen Master Dayu was a hidden Buddha and cultivated "Dingguang Arhat". He had worshipped in major Buddhist temples, practiced various Buddhist dharmas, and finally achieved fruitful status. Perfecting the Dharma of the world, this is his second life. When he was a child, he avoided the invitation of Zizai Temple because of Jue Suhui, and when he came to Qiantang, he knew that he was going to die in the calamity. 】

[He has ignited his own "dharma image of fixed light", turned into a Buddha lamp and burned it out, in order to pay the price of forcibly releasing millions of people from drug addiction. 】

When Tao Qian saw this, his expression changed.

It was also at this moment that a new Zhishu was born: [Because he is about to be transformed, and because he is in harmony with the Buddha's nature... Zen Master Dayu wants to pass on your half-volume nameless Buddhist scriptures. 】

When Tao Qian saw this Zhishu, he also met Master Dayu.

Earlier, Duke Yuan was still saying that he might be able to win over.

Unexpectedly, the two met their eyes.

It's a pity that the Zen master is about to die, so I'm afraid it won't work.

Zen Master Dayu deserves to be a generation of eminent monks with big roots, Tao Qian took a sneak peek and was immediately discovered.

He was clearly using magical powers and fighting against Cheng Luohan.

But still able to be distracted, his voice inexplicably resounded in Tao Qian's mind:

"Little monk, what kind of person are you?"

"I see that your body has complicated qi mechanisms, and each path has extraordinary origins. Little friend Shenxiu said that you came from the South China Sea, but I have been there too, but there is no fate, and I have never met your master and apprentice."

"That Zen master Qingjing doesn't know how, but you have a lot of Buddhist treasures on your body, but you have never practiced any Buddhist scriptures."

The voice of Zen Master Dayu was exactly what Tao Qian expected.

Gentle and soft, quiet and distant.

Just by hearing his voice, you can tell: this is an excellent, excellent senior monk.

Tao Qian couldn't hear the slightest malice in these few words that questioned his identity.

Sure enough, after listening to the Zen master's voice, he turned around and said:

"So good."

"If you have cultivated the Buddhist scriptures next to you, it will not be beautiful. The poor monk has half a volume of Buddhist scriptures here. Since it has not been written yet, it is unknown."

"The poor monk is about to die. If you want to pass this scripture on to you, are you willing to accept it?"

"The poor monk has never lied to anyone in his life, and he can't break his precepts even in death, so he wants to tell you the price."

"If you take over the Buddhist scriptures written by the poor monk in the past and present life, it also means that you have a causal connection with the poor monk. Don't look at the poor monk's appearance of being indifferent to the world, but in fact you have a lot of trouble in the future. It will inevitably stick to you, and you may not be able to handle it."

"Of course, there are some benefits."

"It's not that the poor monk is boasting. My half volume of Buddhist scriptures, even in big temples such as Dazhuanlun Temple and Dazizai Temple, are also first-class dharma."

"You got it, you may have a pulse in the future."

It is said that Tao Dazhen's cautious temperament in the past, and his disinterest in Buddhist practice.

Faced with this situation, it is necessary to refuse.

But he was inexplicably moved. He looked at the provincial capital where millions of people were vomiting, and at the avatars of the Zen master who were still flying around Qiantang. A strange feeling came to his mind.

Tao dived into his heart, and a heartfelt voice sounded:

"Want to take it!"

"It's not because the disciple is greedy for the book, only the disciple feels it."

"This scripture is related to me."

This thought was passed on, and Tao Qian's eyes were still flowing with golden tears, immediately reflecting the change of Zen Master Dayu's complexion.

He was startled at first, then smiled, as if he had guessed something.

Tao dived into the bottom of his heart, the gentle and eminent monk's voice sounded again.

But it is not to reveal his identity, but to be extremely direct, with a secret method that Tao Qian can't understand.

Half a volume of the extremely complicated, huge and inconceivable Buddhist scriptures was stuffed into Tao Qian's mind.

With Tao Qian's spiritual treasure body at this time, at the realm of cultivation, he felt that his head was swollen and almost exploded.

He didn't have time to look at the more chronicles that followed, and suddenly heard the voice of Zen Master Dayu explaining the future:

"The poor monk has already figured out that Qiantang and his party will make this world complete, the poor monk will be transformed into a calamity, and the scriptures written in this world can also find a successor, which should be on you."

"You and I don't have the relationship between master and apprentice, but we have the relationship to pass the lantern."

"The poor monk was still a little worried at first. If Qiantang Province was acquired by Dazizai Temple because of my help, it would be a worry."

"Now that I have seen the two of you, master and apprentice, I can let go of this worry."

"You can't get it at the Mofo Temple, and you can't get it at the Zizai Temple. It's very good, very good. The Buddhist kingdom is ridiculous and should be abandoned."

"When the poor monk is reincarnated and the time is ripe, I will find you again, and pass the remaining half of the Buddhist scriptures to you..."

Tao Qian endured the swelling of his head, trying his best to think about the amount of information contained in the last words of Zen Master Dayu.

In the field, this battle to save the world that surprised everyone was also coming to an end.

All can clearly see:

The provincial capital was first, and as millions of people vomited the pollution out of their bodies, the incense sticks naturally went out.

Then, in other cities and counties in Qiantang Province, the same scene continued to unfold.

Originally as many as "tens of millions" of human incense, it went out madly.

During the process, Cheng Luohan naturally tried to stop ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and even Shibi Luohan tried to make a secret move.

It is a pity that it does not affect the Buddhist secret method that Zen Master Dayu has accumulated in the past two lifetimes and has never appeared in the past.

With the sound of chanting and vomiting, it resounded throughout Qiantang Province, almost every corner.

Everyone knows who the loser is, Cheng Luohan, he lost.

The Lord of the Earthly Buddha Kingdom, who had become a "mummified corpse", was now slumped in the white-boned glazed pagoda, looking at Zen Master Dayu with an extremely resentful look.

The latter, really turned into a Buddha lamp that illuminates the sky and illuminates the whole province of Qiantang.

The blazing light of Buddha's light blinded Cheng Luohan directly.

Blood and tears flowed, and the oil was exhausted.

But even so, he was still crying and cursing:

"Who are you, dead bald man? What grudges do I have with you, why are you doing this to me?"

"Why, why ruin my path, why?"

The dignified state lord is now like a shrew who scolded the street, completely lost his previous majestic appearance.

However, the warlords in the field, and the rest of the audience, all knew how he felt at this time.

Elysium!

It was just like this, destroyed by an unknown ascetic monk, and no one could let it go.

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