high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 255 Lighting You Up

The old monk holding a nine-ringed tin rod has a clear face. He is dressed in a bright yellow monk's robe and a red cassock, with a dark golden face hidden in his face.

Majestic, sacred, complete...

Bai Shu's pupils shrank slightly, it was a different kind of aura on the old monk.

Different from the Wugou of the celestial body, the body of the old monk is a complex but also domineering thing, more like a Buddha blade with a sharp edge, sacred and murderous.

"master……"

"roll."

"Oh..." Wuhui nodded obediently, hugged the leftover roast chicken as if he had been pardoned, and rushed out the door happily.

"Old Na Ran Zhou, who is the head of the Bodhi Court, is the teacher of that wicked beast Wu Hui."

The old monk looked at Baishu and said, "Xu Ming, the abbot wants to see you, and this old monk will take you to see him!"

He glanced at the pure light on Bai Shu's body, and said in admiration:

"Wuxiangyin, although it is a rough embryo, it is interesting, and the concept is worth studying."

The old monk chuckled, and without waiting for Baishu to put his palms together to salute, he turned into a golden light and a long rainbow, and walked away.

Bai Shu didn't dare to be negligent, and hurried up the rainbow.Follow behind the old monk.

Looking down from Qingming, one can only see the radiance of Wanzhang Zen.

Hundreds of green mountains soar into the sky, majestic and majestic. The waterfalls in the mountains are like training, falling three thousand feet, the sound of flowing springs, and the dense misty light flickering on the mountains, which is extremely magnificent.

There are many Buddhist temples, pagodas, and scriptures, which are sacred and boundless, and the Zen light is full of colors, holy and solemn, and the roar of the long bell is spreading from it.

This is a piece of pure land of Buddha, boundless and vast, even the eyesight of Shura's eyes cannot exhaust it.

Every plant and tree in the mountain, every brick and stone in the pagoda hides a boundless and deep light, which is full of Buddha nature and should not be underestimated.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Bai Shu, who is flying away with light, overlooks the mountains and ancient temples, in a trance.

All of this is exactly the same as the scene in the lotus of nine numbers.

Ran Zhou glanced at Bai Shu, who was in a daze, smiled, and simply stopped escaping, standing still.

He glanced at the ten thousand-zhang Buddha's light under the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly said to Bai Shu, "How?"

"I just feel familiar." Bai Shu paused, shook his head and said, "It looks like I've been to this place before."

"Reincarnation in a small world, although I don't know how you did it, but I'm afraid it's No.1 in history."

Looking at the scene of King Kong Temple full of Bodhi and auspicious like a dragon, Zhou Zhou smiled:

"It's good to have an impression, all kinds of past events, you will come to realize it one day."

"Maybe..." Bai Shu murmured.

The two stood in Qingming for a while, the clouds beside them were as thin as smoke, the wind was gentle, and they stopped making noise.

"Your magical powers..."

Suddenly, Ran Zhou turned his celestial eye, scanned Baishu, frowned and said:

"You have too few supernatural powers. No wonder this Wuxiangyin has a high intention, but it has such a strong backlash! Have you ever learned such spells as turning stone into gold and pointing to earth into steel?"

"I didn't study."

Seeing that Zhou suddenly changed the topic, Bai Shu was startled for a while, then shook his head: "But I saw that Uncle Wuhui used the finger to make steel."

When he was still in the city of Fenyin, Wuhui used the technique of pointing the ground into steel to lock up the demons of the four realms in Xijianchi.

Recalling that time, he was still hiding behind Xie Fanjing, fearful of being killed all day long.

And at that time, the strongest human demon in Fenyin City was only mere four realms...

The current self, killing the four realms, how difficult can it be?

At this thought, Bai Shu's eyes flickered for a moment even though the old monk was in front of him.

All this has changed in just a few years...

"Turning the earth into steel, turning a stone into gold, these kinds of spells are inseparable from the word good luck."

Then Zhou suddenly stretched out a finger and drew a circle:

"Your Wuxiangyin, the old monk has also heard Ranqing's retelling. Just to clarify the name, to distinguish the appearance, it is the appearance, sound, fragrance, taste, touch, life and bad appearance, masculinity, The ten shapes of the female phase... If you can get rid of the ten phases, you can knock down the immortals with the good fortune technique in Wuxiang Yin!"

Then he sighed with regret: "But the ten phases are easy to say, but difficult to do."

"What should a disciple do?"

Bai Shu in the five-color light suddenly leaned over and sincerely asked for advice.

"During this period of time, before the Dharma meeting is held and you are given the Dharma name, there will be someone in the temple teaching you the art of good fortune and Zen scriptures. The old monk is proficient in the "Shetuo Sutra". From now on, there will be an old monk who will teach you the scriptures.

Play a thousand tunes and then understand the sound, watch a thousand swords and then recognize the weapon, if you want to create your own supernatural powers, these are essential. "

At this moment, the circle drawn by Ran Zhou's hand actually solidified into a solid body.

It was a golden circle, shining brightly under the light, stagnating in mid-air.

"Even doubts about such a small art of good fortune, how did Shenzu teach you?"

Seeing Bai Shu's surprised expression, Ran Zhou put his hands into his sleeves and sighed:

"Your supernatural powers are too few, too superficial, and far from erudite, so it's hard for you to figure out this mark of Wuxiangyin."

Bai Shu froze when he heard the words, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"How does it feel to return to the temple?"

Then Zhou raised his head, and a smile slowly appeared on his dark golden face, his eyes were like golden lamps, making Bai Shu dare not look directly at him.

"Wuming, it's been a long time since I saw you."

"Am I really ignorant?" Bai Shu calmed down and asked complicatedly: "Everyone says I am ignorant, if I am really ignorant, how could I not know all those things in the past?"

"Wuming..." Bai Shu spread out his hands and smiled silently, "Who is he?"

"Buddha son, master of Zen, the No. 8000 sword practicer in the past 1 years... Naturally, because he is a figure of Southern Zen."

Then Zhou raised his hand a little, destroying the golden circle in front of him:

"It also incurred a lot of debt."

"debt?"

"Longyuan Li Family, Fuqiu Mountain, Wuwandou Family, Qingshen Temple, Daluo Island..."

However, Zhou read a dozen names one after another, and Bai Shu's complexion was as dark as the bottom of a pot when he heard it.

"It's all my fault?" Bai Shu asked cautiously.

"Jiucheng is the old enemy of King Kong Temple. You know, when the temple is big, there will be disputes. They were defeated in Nanzheng, but in Beiwei and Xichu..."

But Zhou patted Bai Shu's shoulder, each meaning, self-evident.

"Then why are you bothering me?" Bai Shu was silent.

"You are destined to be a saint of the upper three realms, those enemies of the Buddha, there is no reason to ignore you and sit down!"

Bai Shu remained silent, he and Ran Zhou looked at each other, the old monk was still smiling, calm.

"You killed the two holy masters of Fuqiu Mountain, and the previous Patriarch of the Longyuan Li family was also killed by you. By the way, you also killed a woman, the wife of Lord Hegong of Jiejing Mountain, and died under your sword... I It was only yesterday that I found out that you had a grudge against Mr. He."

Then Zhou thought for a moment, then continued:

"These few should be more ruthless to you!"

"... What's the difference!"

Bai Shu suddenly felt powerless, and felt ashamed for an instant.

"King Kong Temple is a majestic Southern Zen sect, don't get discouraged for nothing!"

Ran Zhou shook his monk's robe, laughed loudly and said:

"When you become a saint, my Vajra Temple will build a Buddhist kingdom on the ground, exhale and raise your eyebrows!"

"...I really can't laugh." Bai Shu forced the corners of his mouth to twitch, "We...don't have any allies?"

"Of course there is."

"Then they?"

"It's all revenge in the dark. On the surface, no one dares to touch you, but in the dark, it's hard to say. Not only you, Wu Xian, the mysterious truth born as a diamond, there are hundreds of assassinations, big and small. field."

Seeing Bai Shu's sad face, Zhou comforted him and explained:

"Look, they don't live well?"

"Aren't we going to assassinate the holy sons of those sects?" Bai Shu spread his hands in a frenzy, "Passively being beaten is not the way to do it."

"Who said we didn't?" Ran Zhou sneered, "It's the old man who killed the three holy sons of the Qingshen Temple alone! Don't underestimate the elders in the temple!"

"...All right, all right."

Facing the inexplicably proud Ran Zhou, Bai Shu waved his hands weakly: "Elder, stop talking, let's go see the abbot first."

"correct."

Half a quarter later, Ran Zhou, who was standing side by side with Bai Shu, suddenly spoke:

"You're still in trouble."

"What trouble?" Bai Shu said blankly, "What trouble is there, more trouble than the assassination of dozens of holy places and aristocratic families?"

"To some extent, it is indeed more troublesome."

However, Zhou carefully considered his words, and spoke cautiously to Bai Shu whose heart was like a dead tree:

"Wuming, you provoked a lot of female benefactors back then, and Mr. He spread the news of your reincarnation. This way, you will be in great trouble!"

"!!!" Bai Shu's face was full of ferociousness.

"My old man advises you to avoid the limelight in the monastery." Ran Zhou earnestly said:

"If you are caught by those female benefactors, I'm afraid you will be used to light sky lanterns..."

"Fuck!"

Thousands of words, in the end, only one simple sentence.

Next, no more words.

After two sticks of incense.

Bai Shu and Ran Zhou pressed down their heads and stopped in front of a sacred and majestic temple.

The temple is as tall as a mountain, and even the gate is a full ten feet high. Standing under it, it is like ants breaking into the kingdom of giants. The Buddha's light is crystal clear, and the ceiling is embellished. .

Seeing Bai Shu and Ran Zhou lowering their light, the two giant golden-haired lions in front of the hall turned their heads, sniffed their noses curiously, and took a sniff.

These are two strange beasts, obviously monsters who became spirits and were subdued to be the mountain guards.

"Sleep on your stomach!"

Then Zhou sneered at the two golden-haired lions, patted their heads away, and pointed at Baishu:

"Go, Wuming, the abbot is waiting for you."

The door of the main hall was ajar, and boundless turbulent light poured out from the gap in the hall door.

Bai Shu stepped forward hesitantly, his footsteps were very clear on the glazed ground.

"If I hear..."

At this moment in the hall, the sutra sound, which was far more powerful than Lei Yin, suddenly resounded heavily.

(End of this chapter)