The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 236, Monk

"The old man is old and deaf, so he can't hear much." Kazumako hurriedly coughed lightly, and then hurriedly left: "Well, there are still some trivial things to deal with, so I will leave first."

slip away.

Li Wei Erkang hands. Listen to Pindao's explanation, things are not what you think!
However, Li Wei was speechless after all the real sons walked away.

Forget it.

Qing Zu also turned into a phoenix and flew away.

"It's all about what."

Li Wei's expression was bewildered and helpless.

Dameng Temple——

"Amitabha, the stars shine in the world, and the human race is prosperous and lucky, but why in this world of the human race, the power of my Buddha began to recover again, and those ancient monsters who had disappeared for a long time also appeared in the world. What is this... era?"

The old monk turned the beads in his hand, which made him think but couldn't understand.

Turning around and looking at King Jundali Ming behind him, he folded his hands together and prayed, hoping to gain enlightenment from the Buddha.

Just at this moment, a voice came.

"Amitabha, the wandering monk Jueming is here to see you."

Turning around, he saw a monk in a gray novice robe.

Abbot Sangji frowned and said, "When you see my Buddha, why don't you salute?"

Although this Dameng Temple forbids outsiders to enter, but seeing that the other party is also a monk, Abbot Sangji, he didn't ask much.

It may be that the guardian didn't stop him when he saw that the other party was a monk.

"Amitabha, why do poor monks worship?"

"Why don't monks worship Buddha when they see Buddha?" Sangji frowned displeased, clasped his hands together and said, "If you don't worship Buddha, you don't have proper teaching, how can you be a monk?"

This monk is extremely rude.

At this time, the monks of Dameng Temple already knew that a foreign monk had come.

Moreover, do not worship the Buddha.

Monk Jueming sat down cross-legged.

"You also know that poor monks don't worship Buddha."

"If you don't worship me, King Ming Buddha, what Buddha do you still worship?"

"Poor monk, worship the Tathagata."

"Worship the Tathagata, the Buddha statue of Maha Vairocana is here, why don't you worship?"

"The Tathagata whom the poor monk worshiped is here."

Monk Jueming smiled slightly, moved his fingers slightly, and a stream of water appeared in front of him.

It is a mirror surface.

In the mirror, it turned out to be Jueming himself!

Sanji's expression changed dramatically.

"Monk, you actually say that you are the Great Sun Tathagata? It's so absurd and so blasphemous"

"Amitabha, the Tathagata is merciful, saves the world, overcomes all calamities, and overcomes all sufferings." Jueming said flatly: "However, the poor monk used to wonder why the Tathagata did not come to relieve the sufferings I have seen, to relieve all the sufferings I have seen." See you."

"Later, when the poor monk looked in the mirror, he realized that all calamities and sufferings can be overcome through the merits and labors of one's own body."

"The Tathagata is me, and I am the Tathagata."

"Monk, Monk!" Sangji said in a daze, "You are a Monk Jueming!"

Only then did Sangji remember the face in front of him.

Isn't that right, the evil monk Jue Ming! ?He actually participated in the release of the ancient demons.

With Sangji's sound, the surrounding novice monks also mobilized their mana to take down the demon monk in front of them.

"Amitabha. Don't you understand? That's a pity." Jueming was a little regretful, no one here understood him, but there was no surprise: "But it's no surprise, it's always been like this in Tantric Buddhism."

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot"

The esoteric Sanskrit sounds entered Jueming's ears with bursts of life-killing effects.

The life-killing Buddha's voice is endless.

The surrounding glass was shattered by the esoteric monk's life-threatening voice, but Jueming didn't feel any discomfort, he just came to the Buddha statue and raised his head.

"What are you going to do. You." Abbot Sanji had an ominous premonition.

"The poor monk wants to cross him."

Jueming looked at the gold-plated statue of King Jundaliming in front of him.

The mud-bodied Buddha body was plated with countless gold powders, and this resplendent and resplendent Buddha was formed with the money of incense burners.

Tantric Dameng Temple, in many entertainment circles, many celebrities come to this Buddhist temple to worship.

"Bastard. Why does my Buddha need you to cross?"

"Everything in the world is reincarnated in six ways, and the cycle of life and death is the law of heaven." Jue Ming said softly: "The spring silkworms will be exhausted until they die, and they will turn into spring mud to protect the flowers. After the flowers fall, the spring silkworms will be raised. They are enshrined here because of desire." The Buddha, absorbing the spiritual veins of the land, the power of incense and vows, attained immortality, but enshrined this great power outside the land of China."

"Buddha lives forever, and the spirit of plundering the land never stops."

"The poor monk sent him into the six reincarnations, so that his existence can return to the right path, to return to the truth between heaven and earth, how about it, instead of crossing him?"

"Monk."

Sangji felt that he could not be allowed to continue to wreak havoc, so he hurriedly recited Buddhist scriptures.

The statue of King Jundaliming moves in response to the Buddhist scriptures, and a law comes out corresponding to the scriptures.

With eight arms on all sides, a garland of radiant flames on the body, green lotus flowers on both feet, and halberds, pestles, wheels, golden fists, vertical wind fingers, snakes, seals and other things.

It's like the king of Ming came to the world.

Sangji was overjoyed when he saw King Ming's response. He hoped that this time, you, the monstrous monk, would be captured without a fight.

Take your blasphemous King Ming's head as an offering!
"Seeing my Buddha's holiness, why don't you just arrest me?"

At this time, Jueming was a little disappointed.

"It's just a muddy thing enshrined with desire, how dare you pretend to be King Ming?"

That tone seemed to say.

What a pity, it's not the real 'King Ming'.

"Die."

King Ming attached himself to Sangji, like a dharma body.

Facing the wrath of 'King Ming', Jueming was extremely calm, but a black shadow appeared behind him.

Hungry Ghost Road——

devour everything.

Countless hungry ghosts ran out of his body, wantonly devoured, dragged and brought these lamas into the cycle of six realms.

"what"

The lamas wanted to escape, but they couldn't escape being devoured by the hungry ghosts.

Bring them into the 'Six Paths of Samsara'.

As these lamas were eaten, the Buddha image of Ming Wang also became weak
At this time, there were no extra people in Dameng Temple, only the emaciated Sangji was left, this old monk who weighed just three hundred catties, now he didn't know if he weighed thirty catties.

King Ming's wrath did not come without a price.

"What the hell are you thinking..."

When people are about to die, Sangji is calm.

Jueming, who devoured everything in front of his eyes, was already blind. This is the price of devouring, but his cultivation base has skyrocketed a lot.

"Let what is in China return to China, and let the dust return to dust." Monk Jueming said indifferently: "The Buddha just plundered the divinity of the Chinese gods and replaced them."

"Hehehe, do you think the ancient demons are on the side of humans, Monk?"

"Amitabha, those ancient gods who are not on the side of the Chinese, the poor monk will naturally send him into the six reincarnations, and will not let their power wreak havoc on the world, you can rest assured."

Jueming's tone is natural and unquestionable.

Sangji froze for a moment, then lay down, his breath getting weaker and weaker.

The last breath was in the throat, and the voice became weaker and weaker.

"Oh, so you want to be a god"

(End of this chapter)