The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 243 Buddha child?Buddha father!
Fresh and tender, the vigorous willow branches swept across the air, and a few drops of crystal clear nectar dripped from the green and slender willow leaves, and finally fell into a broken body riddled with holes.

A few small drops of nectar burst out at this moment to fill the surrounding fields with vigorous vitality. The broken body that the genius doctor shook his head after seeing it began to recover at this moment. The broken flesh and blood turned into a ball of internal organs, and almost no one could be found The complete bones are all reorganizing, healing, and regenerating at this moment.

"Master..."

Seriously injured and on the verge of death, Ying Hai, whose soul has been ravaged repeatedly, regained consciousness, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a wrinkled old monk with white eyebrows. With an extra strength, the nearly broken Zen heart, the collapsed will, showed signs of healing again.

"Ying Hai, how do you feel?"

The old and powerful voice of the white-browed old monk resounded, and his eyes were as clear and clear as a deep old well, silently watching the distraught figure of his disciple.

"Master, disciple..."

Under the effect of nectar, his body riddled with wounds has been restored to its original state, but Ying Hai can still feel bursts of stinging pain from all over his body, as if being cut by a knife and an axe, which is the pain from the soul.

But apart from the pain of the wound of the soul, Ying Hai could also feel a cold warmth coming from all parts of his body. He knew that it was the life-saving thing his master asked from Guanyin, the king of medicine, but now it was Use it on him.

"Ashamed!"

The burly monk stood up staggeringly. He looked at the old monk who picked him up from the wilderness and raised him, and an indescribable sense of grievance and pain suddenly broke out.

Boom!
The nearly nine-foot-long monk knelt heavily on the ground like a jade pillar pushed down from a golden mountain, his body trembling slightly, and the emotions that had been suppressed since he lost the fight for the Buddha were completely released at this moment.

"Amitabha!"

The white-browed old monk saw the delicate and fragile posture of his disciple who was raised by one hand, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. He did not scold him like Ying Hai did when he was young, and there were slight ripples in the pupils as deep as ancient wells, looking at his own disciple,

"Idiot, alas!"

With a sigh and no more words, even though it was only a short contact just now, but seeing that familiar face and looking at his injuries, the white-browed monk could roughly guess what his disciple had gone through.

Before leaving, the Seven Treasures Golden Tower he bestowed was gone, and his soul was so severely injured, it was obvious that the other party was rummaging for some important inheritance.

"Tell me about your travels to the South China Continent and what you have experienced."

After a while, the white-browed old monk spoke slowly. He wanted to know what happened to make his disciple suffer so much.

"Yes."

Ying Hai, whose forehead was close to the ground, slowly got up, returned to the familiar environment, and saw the most kind master, his body and mind could not help relaxing, and then he talked about his travels in Nanhua Continent in detail. experience.

The white-browed old monk had a calm expression, and patiently listened to Ying Hai's travels. Even some insignificant things did not make his face show any impatience, but quietly listened to Ying Hai's narration of his feelings.

It's just that when the old monk heard that his disciple had met a boy whose face was [-]% similar to that of the Buddha's disciple, his snow-white long eyebrows couldn't help shaking, but even so, he didn't interrupt.

When Ying Hai said that he had obtained the inheritance of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and relied on it, spied on the young man again, and tried to lead him back to the right way he believed, even the old monk could hardly maintain his calm face, and couldn't help but Bow your head and chant the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

"... When the disciple tried to lure his soul into the six realms of reincarnation, and washed away all the lead in the reincarnation of a hundred generations, only then did he realize that with the true spirit of the disciple, he could not shake his soul at all. Only then did he realize that this young man is the one in the rumors. The reincarnation of the immortal king..."

At this moment, Ying Hai is like a child, voicing bitterness to the elders he trusts, and pouring out all the sufferings he has endured. Even now, he does not feel that he has done anything wrong.

Even if Feng Qing'an has been recognized as the reincarnation of the immortal king rumored in the Great Jin Dynasty, what about the reincarnation?

There are countless precedents of the reincarnation of the Almighty, because the wrong choice was not given the correct guidance, so the true spirit was ignorant and unable to return to the original position.

"..."

The white-browed old monk took out a string of Buddhist beads and turned them silently in his hands without saying a word.

This old monk never expected that all the sufferings that his disciples suffered were all caused by him himself, and the other party had already let him go, and he ran back without knowing what to do, and wanted to use him I used my own cognition to help the other party correct the deviation, and the result was such a miserable toss.

From this point of view, he was right that he didn't make a move just now. He deserved it. If he hadn't raised him, he would have wanted to slap his own disciple a few times.
Don't even weigh your own weight, the choice made by the reincarnation of Xianjun allows you to make irresponsible remarks?Do you still want to help the other party correct their deviation and return to the right path?
From the old monk's point of view, the beatings his disciple suffered were not unjust at all. He was not killed on the spot, but just tossed his soul. rule back.

"Master!"

Ying Hai raised his head in confusion, looked at his master, and didn't understand why this elder, who had been kind to him in nurturing him, didn't say a word at this moment.

"Honorable Mercy, Buddha, please go over..."

While the master and apprentice were silent, a young novice came in and bowed respectfully to the white-browed monk. Then he suddenly noticed a burly monk with a strange expression on his side, and his eyes widened suddenly.

"Senior Brother Yinghai, you're really back!"

"You know I'll be back?"

Even if Ying Haidang realized that something was wrong, he was traveling far and wide at that time, everyone in Tianlong Temple knew about it, but now he was just brought back from Nanhua Continent by his master, why this little novice seems to have foreseen it.

"It's not me, it's the disciple of the Buddha. The disciple of the Buddha asked me to come here and ask Venerable Mercy and Brother Yinghai to come with you. When I came, I was still troubled. How can I find you back? I didn't expect you to come back."

When the little novice heard what Ying Hai said, he waved his hands again and again, and said, his face was still full of joy. Now he just needs to lead people over and he can do business. He doesn't need to worry about being harshly criticized by the Buddha, although the Buddha has never been harsh. anyone.

"Brother Fayuan knows that I'm back?"

Ying Hai just felt incredible, this is the place where his master practiced the Dharma, even if he shot across tens of thousands of lihai, it would not be like this, and even made that Buddha feel it.

"What's the fuss? The Buddha has already cultivated the six supernatural powers. Even if he knows that the poor monk took action and brought you back to the monastery, it is not surprising."

The white-browed old monk glanced at his disciple, and his tone remained calm, as if it was something commonplace.

"Fate Master!"

Ying Hai realized instantly, and then an unbelievable emotion surged into his heart, and his complexion became extremely complicated.

Fate Master, one of the six connections, is able to know the fate and actions of oneself and all living beings in the world.

Of course, even the Buddha may not be able to reach such a state, but he can indeed know the past and the future after cultivating this supernatural power. How much he can know depends on the practitioner's own understanding and cultivation.

"It's not just fate, I have the six connections of Buddhism, and all Buddhists have crossed the threshold. As for the state of cultivation, the poor monk never knows."

Seeing that Ying Hai seemed to have misunderstood, the white-browed old monk immediately corrected him.

"All six connections have been completed?!"

A look of astonishment and disbelief suddenly appeared on Ying Hai's face.

Buddhism's six powers: Heavenly Eye, Heavenly Ear, Other Hearts, Divine Foot, Fate, and Oujin.

This is how many disciples who practice Buddhism have pursued it all their lives. Even if they can complete one of them, they are proud enough to sit on the altar. He has never heard of any Buddhist who can complete all the six supernatural powers before attaining the fruit position. Yes, even if you just crossed the threshold, you can cast it.

Even for him, he had only thought about the powers of Tianyan and Tianer, and he had vaguely touched the threshold. As for more supernatural powers, he didn't think about them at all.

"Buddhist summoned, don't delay, follow me to see."

The white-browed old monk didn't give his disciples time to react, he took the first step and left the Buddhist hall, Ying Hai had mixed feelings in his heart, and followed closely behind his master, to meet the senior brother Fayuan whom he hadn't seen for a long time .

Unexpectedly, in less than ten years, the brother who defeated him in the past and won the Buddha's honor has already achieved such outstanding achievements. He noticed that his master used words to address him.

"Yes."

Ying Hai suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and followed closely behind his master step by step.The moment you step out of the gate of the Buddhist hall, there are five colors of auspicious light and a thousand auspiciousness, and a treasure temple with magnificent Buddha light appears in front of you.

Qiaofeng is arranged, strange rocks are uneven, Yao grass and Qihua are under the cliff, Zizhi and Xianghui are beside the winding path, and fairy apes pick fruits and enter the peach forest.But the fire burns gold, the white cranes perch on the pine branches, like smoke holding jade, the colorful phoenixes are in pairs, the green luan is in pairs,

See also Huang Sensen with golden tiles and mandarin ducks, bright bright tiles paved with agate, east and west full of stamens, palaces and pearls, north and south are endless treasure pavilions and precious towers, Xiaguang is shining on the Tianwang Hall, purple flames are spraying in front of the Guardian Hall, and the Buddha Pagoda appears, Excellent bowl of flowers.

It's just that the land is better than the doubt, the sky is different, the clouds are idle and the days are long, the world of mortals is not disturbed here, and there is no loss in a thousand kalpas.

Such a scene, the two masters and apprentices are no strangers to it. As soon as they climbed to the top of a spiritual mountain, they saw a group of good women in the green pine forest and good men in the green cypress bushes.

"My lord, please go here!"

The white-browed old monk looked calm and composed, without looking sideways, he walked towards the majestic treasure hall on the top of the mountain, but Ying Hai who followed closely couldn't help frowning.

He has already seen the vajra protector, the jalan messenger, in the hall, such a majesty, it is no longer the pomp that a Buddha should have, even the Buddha came to the world, it is nothing more than that.

After stepping into the hall, he saw the Buddha wearing a moon-white monk's robe sitting upright on the high platform of the treasure hall. At this moment, the strong discomfort in Ying Hai's heart reached the extreme.

Just because the face of this Buddha's child is seventy percent similar to the young man who caused him to be seriously injured and dying, if it is said that he is from a compatriot, he is a direct brother, he will believe it.

But as far as he knew, although the contemporary Buddhist disciples in this temple came from ordinary people, they were also the only son in the family and had no brothers or sisters. If it was just a pure coincidence, Ying Hai, who had been backlashed by the magical powers of the six realms of reincarnation, would never believe it.

How can there be such a coincidence in this world?The young man in Nanhua Luzhou has a high true spirit status, even if he is the reincarnation of Tianlong, he cannot be shaken, but he is suffering from the bitter fruit.

"I have seen the Buddha, but I don't know that the Buddha called the poor monk, what can I tell you?"

What made Ying Hai feel the most unimaginable was that he had just healed his Zen mind, but something happened that almost collapsed on the spot. His most respected master actually bowed to the Buddha on the high platform, as if he was at his command.

In the past few years when he was defeated in the contest of Buddhist disciples, and he ran away angrily, what exactly happened?How did he not know when the Buddhist disciples of Tianlong Temple had such a lofty status?
"I heard that Junior Brother Ying Hai has returned from a long journey, so I summoned him. Junior Brother traveled to the South China Continent. Do you have any experience to share with the monks?"

On the high pedestal, the young monk's face still has a bit of childishness, but there are Vajrajalan standing on the left and right of him, and there are more than [-] monks serving in the hall, so powerful that even the Venerable is bowing his head at this moment.

Such a scene, in the eyes of the returning Ying Hai, is naturally ridiculous, because it also includes the master who raised him, which makes him wonder whether he has not yet awakened from the spell because of the backlash of the six reincarnation magical powers.

"Ashamed, the poor monk was in a mess when he walked on the South China Continent. If the master hadn't rescued him, he would have almost lost his life. There is nothing to share."

Ying Hai lowered his head and responded indifferently, with so many monks watching, how to tell about his experience in Nanhua Continent?What are you kidding?
He can talk to his master, but it is absolutely impossible to tell his life and death experiences here.

"Amitabha, Junior Brother, your obsession is too strong!"

The young monk sitting high on the throne of Mingtai looked down at Yinghai, his face was half a smile, his face was solemn, and there was a wave of Zen in his gestures.

"I heard that senior brother Fozi has cultivated Fate Mastery. When I saw him today, I was really extraordinary. It seems that what the poor monk did in the South China Continent has been known to senior brother."

Since the defeat of the Buddha's son contest, Ying Hai has been convinced of this senior brother, but today he sees the Venerable Mercy, whom he regards as his own father, so low-browed and obedient, and he can't help but feel a little bit dissatisfied.

"Ying Hai, don't be presumptuous!"

After Ying Hai's words fell, Venerable Mercy, who was standing half of his body before his death, turned his head and scolded him sharply.

"Master."

There was a trace of astonishment in Ying Hai's eyes, and he immediately lowered his head, the novice monks on the left and right looked sideways, the Vajra Guardian looked indifferent, and the Jialan envoy showed pity.

"My lord, there is nothing wrong with this matter. It's just that the poor monk Guan Yinghai has completely lost his Zen mind, three souls have been lost, seven souls have been shattered, and it is difficult to hold on to himself. The poor monk has something to say, do you want to listen to it?"

(End of this chapter)