Baishixian Road

Chapter 95 The abbot is on the tip of his horns 【Tickets】

"Hehe, gentlemen, please come inside. This is the Buddhist monastery where I usually practice." Abbot Jingxu led Xu Mo and the two into a small courtyard. Next to the tree is a one-story house with blue bricks and gray tiles, which isolates the noise.

There were stone tables and benches under the tree, and the three of them sat down without speaking.

After a while, a young novice brought hot water and made tea.

After the little novice retreated, Abbot Jingxu asked: "You two come to Fachan Temple, what are you doing?"

At this time, Xiangying looked at Xu Mo and winked, indicating that you are talking, don't sit still.

For the Big Green Snake, she was good at fighting, but in the current situation, playing tricks with the Great Monk, she thought she was not as good as Xu Mo.

Although she is almost six hundred years old, she also recognizes her shortcomings.

Xu Mo smiled slightly.

He is very clear that this time, no matter what method he uses, it is actually extremely dangerous, and he is close to death.

He also secretly deduced that based on his understanding of the abbot master, the other party is an extremely intelligent person, and playing tricks in front of the other party is really seeking his own death.

In this way, only direct methods can have miraculous effects.

And the more direct the better.

"I want to see the Thousand-handed Buddha!"

These are Xu Mo's original words.

The tone is not a discussion, but a simple statement.

Without emotion, you can't tell whether it's politeness or an order.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the old monk Jingxu was stunned.

Obviously, there is some confusion about the situation.

What Xu Mo wanted was this effect. If he had any advantages over Fachan Temple, basically, he was not good at wisdom, strategy, or strength.

Xu Mo still had this self-knowledge.

The only advantage is that he knows himself and the enemy, and knows the details of the other party, while the other party does not know his details.

Therefore, we must make a big fuss in this regard in order to achieve our own goals.

Even if you are lucky, you can get out of the body.

Or, if there is no way to leave alive, you can also obtain the information and clues you want to pave the way for the next game.

"I don't know what to call your Excellency?" Old monk Jingxu calmed down very quickly, instead of answering directly, he asked a rhetorical question.

This is to regain the dominance of discourse.

Xu Mo shook his head: "The name is just a code name, an appearance. As the saying goes, all appearances are illusory. The Buddha said: My appearance is non-appearance...Master, why do you need to ask so many questions? What if you know what to do? What if you don't know?"

If you have an advantage, you must use your advantage to crush the opponent.

Among other things, just this sentence in the "Diamond Sutra", Xu Mo can shock each other every time.

Sure enough, no matter how hard old monk Jingxu pretended to be calm, he opened his narrowed eyes when he heard the Buddha's words.

It can be seen that the other party's pupils are different from ordinary people. Others have only one pupil in one eye, but this one has two.

And Xu Mo knew that this was not the opponent's limit.

When the bone stupa was created last time, the other party had seven pupils in one eye, which scared everyone to death.

This Xu Mo still remembers.

"Although sentient beings have no form, they are only seen by the eyes of the Buddha. I have not become a Buddha, and you have not become a fairy, so it is better not to talk about it."

The old monk turned against the general.

Fortunately, the abbot of Fachan Temple has two brushes.

But who is Xu Mo?
Big fool, he was able to break out of this world, didn't he rely on his mouth in the first place.

In the past, there were so many demons and heretics, he could be limped, and this old monk was no exception.

Xu Mo shook his head and said seriously: "Master's words are wrong. Although I haven't arrived in the Pure Land, but I have already read it. Master's Dharma is profound, how can I not know this truth? I know what Master is thinking, so I don't want to fight less. Lie."

If you say I'm eloquent, I'll just talk nonsense.

Come and go, we still have the advantage.

The old monk Jingxu on the opposite side was neither anxious nor impatient, but he smiled and said: "Your Excellency is wrong. The reason why a lie is a lie depends on who it is for. If you say I am wise, then you are wise; if you say I am If you speak kindly, Your Excellency is kind; if you say I am a lie, Your Excellency, it is naturally a lie."

The old monk is not easy to fool.

Xu Mo is not a good kid either.

At the moment, he laughed, and the laughter continued.

I don't know if the old monk opposite was confused, anyway, Xiangying next to him was already confused.

She doesn't know much about Buddhism.

Although he has a heart, but to be honest, who is the score compared with?

Compared with ordinary people, Xiangying is naturally in the category of wily and calculating, very powerful.

But now, sitting next to him are Xu Dahuyou and old monk Jingxu. These two people are clearly at odds, neither will let the other, and neither will accept the other.

As a result, Xiangying can only drink tea honestly at the moment, cup after cup. Basically, she drinks the tea by herself.

It's round.

After drinking a few cups of tea, Xu Mo and the old monk next to him were still in full swing.

"Master, is this a bodhi tree?" Xu Mo asked looking up at the big tree in the courtyard.

This is a change of subject.

In a debate, this is a sign of weakness.

The old monk chuckled, he probably felt that the other party had surrendered, but he nodded and said: "That's right, it was planted by the poor monk himself."

Xu Mo suddenly pointed at old monk Jingxu and said, "Master, you have dust on your body."

The old monk Jingxu was taken aback.

I guess it felt that the other party's words were too outrageous, so I asked the Bodhi tree just now, why is it getting dusty again now.

So Jingxu's figure shook, and his cassock bulged.

Obviously, no matter where there is dust, it can be shaken off with one blow.

Xu Mo smiled and said, "It's not on you, but in your heart."

This time the old monk Jingxu frowned.

He doesn't feel good.

He seemed to have fallen into the trap of the other party, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while, so he could only laugh and say: "The poor monk watches the Buddha every day and chants scriptures every night, just to wipe the altar, To purify the Buddha's heart, what about dust? Don't say there is no, even if there is, it can be wiped clean."

That means to tell you that Lao Tzu is profound in Buddhism, no matter what you say, it is useless.

Little did he know that he had fallen into Xu Mo's trap.

At this moment, Xu Mo no longer looked at the old monk Jingxu, but looked up at the bodhi tree.

He opened his mouth and said: "There is no tree for Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where can the dust be gathered?"

After finishing speaking, Xu Mo still didn't go to see the old monk, but planned to have a sip of tea and pretend to be aggressive.

But when he looked down, not only did he drink up the pot, but he also drank up his own cup.

Turning around, Xiangying met his eyes.

Is this guy a water bucket? Can he drink like this?
Don't go to the bathroom either?

Xu Mo held back.

But old monk Jingxu couldn't bear it.

Just now what Xu Mo said was gatha, but when he heard old monk Jingxu's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap.

He could understand the meaning of the other party's words.

It is to say that his mind is not calm, and he is reading Buddhist principles in vain.

He wanted to object.

But can't.

The [-]-character gatha was like an impenetrable wall, blocking all his offensive lines.

And the more he wanted to break through, the more he couldn't get through. As a result, he was hit by this invisible wall and his head was broken.

The old monk Jingxu has practiced for many years, and his Taoism is extremely deep. Although he is patient, he is also extremely conceited. He feels that the Buddhist principles he has learned are incomparable.In his heart, even the thousand-armed Buddha hidden in the temple is inferior to him.

According to his thinking, although he has not yet become a Buddha, the Buddhist principle has reached the Buddha state.

Because of this, he reacted so strongly after hearing Xu Mo's words, "A bright mirror is not a stage".He refuted the previous few sentences with superb Buddhist principles, but this sentence fits some of the previous foreshadowing, and he found that he could not fight back.

And what hindered him happened to be his own incomparably superb Buddhist principles.

Obviously, he agrees with this round of verse very much, and even likes it very much.

However, he still wanted to fight back.

Because not fighting back is tantamount to admitting defeat.

As a result, he was bruised all over by the invisible wall he built himself.

But he still didn't want to admit defeat, and wanted to find loopholes to fight back.

Xu Mo, who was thirsty but had no water to drink, took a look at the old monk Jingxu, and soon realized that something was wrong.

The other party's face was livid, and the originally smiling expression was already extremely ferocious at the moment. It looked like a ghost, and it could scare people.

Besides, the old monk's eyes widened.

Originally, he had two eyes and four pupils, but at this moment, it turned into two eyes with six pupils, and later, he turned into two eyes with eight pupils.

Xu Mo frowned.

The situation is not good.

What is this old monk going to do?Is he planning to create a bone stupa and turn his back on it?
Not so much.

The layout is too small.

Xu Mo tried to persuade him, but found that Xiangying was giving him winks.

"This is about to go mad." Xiang Ying said in a low voice.

"No way!" Xu Moxin said, is this old monk so small-minded?

It's just that it's too exaggerated to argue about Buddhism and reason.

Or did he say that the Sixth Patriarch's gatha just now was too destructive and broke the other party's Dao heart?

There is such a possibility.

What to do now is a problem, we can't let the old monk go crazy.

"Master, Master Jingxu!"

Xu Mo called out a few times.

Useless.

The old monk's eyes widened even more, and he already had ten pupils in both eyes.

Good guy.

Something is going to happen.

"Why don't you run!" Xiangying also sensed something was wrong, so he came up with an idea.

run?
Xu Mo guessed that he couldn't run away. If the old monk really lost control, he would definitely pursue him, and things would get out of hand by then.

After thinking about it, Xu Mo thought of a trick.

It's called fighting poison with poison.

At the moment, he said: "Master Jingxu, you must not take a dead end, you must know that 'one thought of ignorance is prajna, and one thought of wisdom is prajna'."

As soon as this remark came out, it really worked.

You have to use Buddhism to resolve the other party's obsession.

Now that it works, let's move on.

"Teacher when you are lost, save yourself when you are enlightened. Master, you have a vision. Enlighten quickly, enlighten quickly. If you realize the sudden dharma of no birth, you can see the west only for a moment. If you don't realize the Buddha's name to survive, how can Lu Yao achieve it?"

Xu Mo took a slap in the face.

The sound was so loud that it used true energy and mana.

Mainly because I was afraid that the old monk would not hear me.

But it was so loud, let alone the old monk, other people in Fachan Temple could also see it.

Fortunately, this sound was like enlightenment, and it directly woke up the old monk Jingxu.

The latter seemed to wake up with a start, looked up and looked around, and then gradually remembered.

It was sweating profusely at the moment.

Even so, his face was peaceful, and he no longer looked like a ghost like before.

　A new week, a new start, ask for everything you can ask for, vote for me, help others save yourself, and you will get Prajna.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)