Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 50 Brother die, I don't want revenge
Mr. Hu and Lao Bai looked at each other.

Lao Bai shook his head, and Mr. Hu took a sip of his wine.

"Next month, on the third day of junior high school, let's get together at Mount Mangdang, and first find a way to communicate with the skin-changing mother-in-law and get the body back." Mr. Hu said.

Lao Bai said: "It will take some time to gather the experts from the twelfth floor of the three sects, but they should all give me face. When everyone is gathered, let's go to the Tianyin Pavilion together to discuss an explanation."

Lin Xi looked at these two 'friends' with hot foreheads, could only shake his head, and said with a wry smile: "Love is also bitter, hate is also bitter, and grievances are repaid, when can we, why not go back, why not go back.... "

With tears in his eyes, Hu Daguan said with a ferocious expression: "Monk, you have suffered. Since you have broken the precept, so what if you break it clean? This matter, Lao Bai and I will take care of it for you. In short... we can't let you Take this loss for nothing."

"I like to hear what Mr. Hu said. It is true that one less hatred in this world is better than one more. But the monk's matter is not included. This matter is not fair, and I am not at ease." Lao Bai nodded and said .

"No! Two big brothers! Why can't you understand human language? I don't want revenge, I don't want revenge, I don't want revenge!" Lin Xi looked desperately at the two "before" friends of Monk Xumi.

Suddenly, he had some regrets about his character as a crazy monk.

Although the lunatic is not stupid, but what the lunatic said... no one believes it!
Lin Xi didn't want to struggle anymore.

He felt that the more he talked, the more excited these two guys became.

After a few perfunctory words, the two left hesitantly.

What took away was Lin Xi's deep worry and uneasiness.

Although it is not afraid of Tianyin Pavilion, it is afraid of Zhenyue Guanyue.

But it's not necessary!friend!

Anyway, Monk Xumi's last wish was not to avenge Hongwa....

In the next few days, in addition to coordinating with Monk Miaofa's arrangements, I will also prepare for the lecture conference.

Lin Xi also got to know the movements of Lao Bai and Mr. Hu through some channels.

They are actually doing things, not just talking.

Although their cultivation level is roughly the same as that of Monk Xumi, they are slightly older.

But the network is very wide.

Mr. Hu is good at making friends. He has friends from all schools and schools of practice. He has a wide range of people and his face is worth a lot.

And Laobai's background is tough, and the backstage is ruthless.

The Heidi of Motianya is one of the few old monsters in the current Qingxiao world, who is in the period of crossing the catastrophe, and his behavior is both righteous and evil.

The word "good and evil", when mixed with super high cultivation base and not weak power, represents the two ways of black and white, good and evil, both hands and eyes are open to the sky.

As the only disciple of the Black Emperor, Lao Bai is naturally a treasure that many people must cherish.

As soon as he gave an order, he had to buy it.

"So, with two friends like this, how did Monk Xumi get into such a miserable situation?" Lin Xi felt even more that Monk Xumi really deserved his death.

No matter how old Bai and Hu Daguan are making trouble.

By the middle of the month, the Great Mituo Temple was already full of monks, big and small.

Even the Yuelun Temple in Daxue Mountain, Mianzhou, has secret Buddhist disciples who come to participate in the Dharma meeting.

Of course, this is not the face of Monk Xumi.

It's all on the face of the Great Mituo Temple and the Miaofa monk.

Of course, there are also many monks who want you to set up the stage and me to sing.

When there are too many people, there will inevitably be conflicts.

Although they are all disciples of Buddhism, they have different views on Buddhism, which is the difference of Tao.The application of spells and means by each party overlaps, which is another dispute over spells.

In addition, the precepts observed by the parties are different.

In the eyes of the enemy, it is like a demon.

The whole Great Amitabha Temple was turned into a pot of porridge by the hustle and bustle.

Lin Xi pretended to be a crazy monk, wearing a tattered monk's robe all day long, waving a broken fan that he found somewhere in his hand, wandering around crazily, causing a lot of little troubles, and making it a mess .

Although the monks are all empty, except for the real eminent monks, most of them are just mortal bodies, and some emotions become more turbulent the more depressed they are.

On the surface, he remained calm, but secretly sent Lin Xi a lot of negative emotions.

Because he was worried that Monk Xu Mi would have some 'backhands', Lin Xi often ignited negative emotions and introduced evil spirits into the relics.

The originally good eight-treasure glazed relic has now become like a black crystal. Not only has it swelled up, but it has also become the home of the evil spirit.

Yinxie Zhenyuan is mixed with Monk Xumi's original Eight Treasures Glaze Zhenyuan. The newly born Zhenyuan is cold, domineering but transparent, bright mirror, with an evil Zen charm.

On this day, the wind was just right.

The sky was bright and cloudless.

On the square in the Great Mituo Temple, there are three-dimensional piles of monks from all over the world.

Monk Miaofa wore the most gorgeous cassock and greeted the famous monks all over the world with a shiny face. He looked more like a well-known businessman than a monk.

Even so, Lin Xi did not dare to underestimate Monk Miaofa.

In Buddhism, there are sentient beings, there are ascetic monks, the poor are like beggars, and the poor are like slaves.Naturally, there are also wealthy monks who dress like rich men and enjoy themselves like dignitaries.

Even Lin Xi himself was not sure that he could really handle this so-called Fa lecture conference.

Monk Miaofa has already prepared and purchased regardless of the cost.

Lin Xi really couldn't figure out what his original intention was.

After the bell rang, the auspicious time came. Under the guidance of the formation, a golden light burst out in the scorching sun, penetrating the glazed tile roof of the Daxiong Palace, and the refracted light seemed to coat the entire Great Amitabha Temple with a layer of sacredness. colorful halo.

Afterwards, under the urging of the formation, the phantom of the Four Square Buddha appeared.

Just like this dharma meeting, it was carried out under the witness of all Buddhas.

Afterwards, golden flowers all over the sky fell, and the majestic spiritual energy was captured from all directions by the spirit gathering array and stuffed into the entire venue.

Ascetic monks from some small places encountered such a large amount of spiritual energy, so they couldn't help but find a place where there were not many people, sit cross-legged and meditate, and began to refine the spiritual energy and extract the true essence.

The exaggerated and extravagant atmosphere seems to have set the tone from the very beginning.

Immediately afterwards, from all directions, the sound of the blowing of the conch was heard.

Elders and disciples from various major temples and the Great Buddha Sect were solemnly introduced.

Some believers who spent a lot of money and had some status among the common people were allowed to watch from a distance. Faced with such a momentum, they knelt down and praised.

Dozens of monks walked out from both sides of the altar, holding various instruments in their hands, and then stood solemnly.

Not far away, there are three lotus platforms parked.

On the lotus platform, three people 'sit' in different ways.

A beggar covered in dirt was reclining, as if his body was boneless, catching lice on his body, and at the same time counting the money in his pocket, which was his reward for attending the puja.

A woman in very cool clothes was wriggling her body very restlessly, and from time to time she would wink at some young monks, making them blush.

The last brother from a rich family was lying on the lotus platform, sleeping soundly, with a strong smell of alcohol on his body.

(End of this chapter)