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Chapter 20 The Monk Can't Run The Temple

"Pity……"

Luo Porridge murmured, not for the sake of those thousand and eight people on the long street who went to death calmly, but it's a pity that it's never a good habit to show mercy to one's enemies.

His eyes fell on Senior Lonely's hand, the already rotten and dilapidated wooden sword could no longer bear the sea-like sword intent, and after the second sword qi fell, it turned into dust and was blown away by the strong wind.

Speaking of which, the wooden sword was originally made by senior Dugu from breaking wood dozens of years ago. He lived in seclusion in the deep valley and never had a chance to make a sword.

It's a pity that the seniors lost a little bit of thinking.

In front of the long pavilion,
Senior Dugu is alone,
On the tall building across the long street,

The old monk holding the vajra staff looked at the swordsman with empty hands in surprise, just now the two swords fell, anyone who is not a fool will know that the swordsman in front of him is far from the strength of a third-rank swordsman.

But can a sword cultivator without a sword still be a sword cultivator?

The old monk had suspicion in his eyes.

He had never fought against a sword cultivator above the third rank, and he didn't know Dugu Qiubai's heel, and he had never heard of such a second rank sword fairy in Dali Jianghu.

However, the old monk is very clear,

For the vast majority of sword cultivators in the world, if there is no sword in their hands, or if they hold a sword that is not connected with each other, it is not surprising that their strength will drop by three or four points. If not, why are there so many people in the world? Go after those magical weapons?
Besides,

He has just made two swords in succession,
For a monk of the second rank, more than [-] life changes will not be exhausted, but at least it will consume three or four points of energy and blood. Based on this calculation, the swordsman of the second rank in front of him, but only two or three points are left. strength.

And I have been at the top of the third rank for more than [-] years, and even faintly touched the threshold of the second rank, the difference between the two is only a thin line.

But how far is that line of difference?

Will he die if the next sword falls?
The old monk hesitated looking at Dugu Qiubai in the distance, but he didn't retreat in a hurry. Although the other quacks who were waiting for an opportunity were frightened by the two swords, they didn't leave when they saw the old monk holding the line. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to wait and see.

At any rate, his Xie family had formed an incense bond of 50 million taels of silver with the temple. If he didn't do anything, he would leave. If word got out...

I'm afraid that there will be no incense in the temple in the future, and it will be dilapidated.

I'm afraid that the Bodhisattva sculpture will lose its gold leaf, blame,
In Buddhism, there are three precepts, five precepts, eight precepts, ten precepts, large and small, and many other rules and regulations. Ordinary believers can’t follow the three precepts, and most ordained monks can’t follow the five precepts. As for the eight precepts in the future, it is rare in the world. There are many clear rules and precepts, and the mind is naturally different from ordinary people, and most of them are dubbed by the world as eminent monks.

As for the Ten Commandments?

That is, not to kill, not to steal, not to be sexually explicit, not to lie, not to drink alcohol, not to put on incense powder, not to watch songs and dances, not to sit on high and large beds, not to be out of fashion, and not to accumulate gold and silver treasures.

The old monk can use the Nine Precepts as the dharma name,

Nature is also different from ordinary people,

One year ago, when the Jiujie monk was begging and almost starved to death, the abbot of the White Horse Temple saw that he was young and cold, and had no one to rely on, so he took him in. But at that time, the White Horse Temple was just a nameless temple in the upper capital. small temple.

A dilapidated temple that occupies less than half an acre of land including the backyard. There are only four or five monks in the temple, two or three clay Bodhisattvas, and one or two pilgrims...

There is one more person in the temple,
The other monks naturally lost a bite of food,
The old abbot just said silently that his rations were evened out, and he took him by his side to study Buddhism every day. Surprisingly, the young monk he picked up had a deep connection with Buddhism.

Those obscure and difficult scriptures are easy to understand, perhaps because of the hardships in childhood, and the mind is extremely tough, but after three years and two years of reading the books in the monastery, the old abbot inevitably felt a little more than ordinary people. Looking forward to, taking the Ten Commandments as his dharma name for shaving and practicing.

However, the days of cultivating in the temple are still extremely hard. Although the abbot and the young monk have worked hard day after day to chant sutras and pray for others, there are still very few pilgrims in front of the temple.

The reason is also very simple,
Even if the clay bodhisattva crosses the river, he cannot protect himself.
How to save sentient beings?

It is said that the Buddha only saves destined people, but most of the destined people in the world just have fate in their pockets, and they are a little less pious.

Looking at the muddy trails on the mountain, the dilapidated temples, and the patched monks from a distance, I have long since lost the intention of climbing the mountain to burn incense.

By the time the old abbot was dying, he was skinny and skinny, and there were only two thin quilts left in the temple, and a young monk who stood by his side, and nothing else.

When he was dying, the two clay Bodhisattvas also collapsed due to years of disrepair, the smoke and dust cleared, and the breath was gone, but the eyes were still unable to close.

Since then,

The little monk left the temple,
The Ten Commandments were secretly replaced by the Nine Commandments,

This is the last remaining precept, don't precept,

The young monk lived up to his reputation of being deeply connected with Buddhism, he traveled the world for dozens of years, and when he returned to Shangjing at the age of knowing his destiny, he had already entered the third rank, and even cultivated a whole body of mysterious Buddhism.

Now I see that the White Horse Temple is full of high-rise buildings, crowded with people, and there is an endless stream of people burning incense and worshiping Buddha. The wooden boxes in front of the temple are also filled with merits and virtues. .

Monk Jiujie stayed in the monastery in the name of the abbot, while helping those high-ranking officials and dignitaries solve their problems and practice hard.

But already in the cage,
How could I know.

Once a precept is broken, the precept is broken?

Otherwise, why did he get stuck at the top of the third rank for more than [-] years, but he was still unable to step forward and make a further step.

……

In the long pavilion,
Luo Porridge also noticed the old monk on the opposite side of the long street who hadn't done anything for a long time. Although he didn't know his past, he could tell that he was about to retire.

But he didn't want to let him go.

Everyone is here, so you have to save your life, right?
"Senior...he..."

Luo Porridge's eyes fell on Lonely Qiubai who was at the side, and his eyes signaled that he wanted to do it directly, but the latter shook his head imperceptibly,
Across a distance of hundreds of meters, although the vertical and horizontal sword energy can still fall, if he is determined to run, how can he easily hold it.

"Hey, that bald donkey!"

"If my guess is correct."

"Are you a monk from the White Horse Temple?"

Seeing this, Luo Porridge also understood, and then raised his hands to his mouth and shouted, he couldn't see his face clearly from a distance of hundreds of meters, but there was only such a big temple in Shangjing.

The monks who can come here to hold the line,

In all likelihood, it was from there.

……

According to the cultivation base of the old monk, he could hear clearly, but he didn't answer. He just narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully looked at the young man in the long pavilion.

The purpose of my coming here,
He also killed the person in front of him!
Originally, he planned to have so many people besieging and killing together tonight, and when those dead men were almost dead, he would be able to repay the incense without any effort by taking care of the fellow monk who had exhausted his vitality.

No matter how embarrassed he was, taking advantage of the gap between the swordsman's attack, it would be very easy to take away that boy who didn't know how to practice.

No matter how you calculate it, it’s not a loss, it’s a good deal.

But when the swordsman drew his sword, he realized that all his previous calculations were in vain, and the two swords cleared the field, even if he didn't give him a chance to sneak attack.

Now that his identity has been found out, it is even more of a dilemma.

"not talking?"

"That's it if you think about it."

Luo Porridge read to himself.

Hearing the sound, Monk Jiujie subconsciously clenched the Vajra Rod in his hand, frowned, and unconsciously took a step forward.

"There's no need to rush."

"As far as I am concerned,"

"It doesn't matter whether you are or not..."

"It is enough to know that you are a monk."

Seeing this, Luo Congee paused and continued.

"You can run away from a monk, but you can't run away from a temple, can you?"

"When I have free time behind me, I have to push one temple after another..."

Luo Congee was still muttering to himself, but the words that were understatement fell on the old monk's ears, and he felt inexplicably chilly.

(End of this chapter)