Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 108

"What about the level?"

"Judgement skills?"

"Shakya... still throwing elephants?!"

Liu Li's mind was full of question marks, and he kept gurgling outside.

Doesn't this match the painting style of that prodigal?

Driven by curiosity, Liu Li couldn't wait for the system panel to show a detailed introduction about this judgment level—Sakyamuni Throwing Image.

Instead, he closed his eyes fiercely, actively sensing the memories and pictures that kept pouring out.

unexpected,
The first memory fragment that emerged had nothing to do with Fang Lang.

It was barley, it was alfalfa, it was cattle and sheep, and a little boy in gray sackcloth, because he fell asleep while tending the sheep, was whipped, hung up, and starved...

He is a serf.

has long since disappeared in the long river of history,
It used to be a common identity on the plateau.

When a little serf boy was dying of hunger and thirst, he dreamed of a foreign man dressed luxuriously like a prince, walking on the ground with his hands folded.

In front of the prince, a giant elephant blocked the way.

The prince didn't go around, went straight up, hugged the elephant's trunk with one hand, and threw it lightly.

After that, he continued to walk forward with his hands clasped as if nothing had happened.

Three days and three nights passed,

The elephant just fell from the sky and made a deep hole on the ground...

This strange dream gave the serf boy the strength to persevere,

he survived,
And in the following days and nights, I kept dreaming about all kinds of scenes, all of which were all kinds of incredible things done by that foreigner at different ages, different identities, and different clothes.

In the last scene, the old, bald-headed foreigner sat cross-legged under the bodhi tree with his hands clasped together in a peaceful manner...

When Liu Li saw this, he was shaken out of the first illusion,
I don’t know how many years ago I read the Buddhist scriptures, and a passage that I thought I had forgotten, inexplicably emerged from the depths of my memory:

"Buddha in the Sravasti country only tree to lonely garden..."

It is the Diamond Sutra, which talks about Buddha Sakyamuni!

"That's Shakyamuni?

Is it Buddha? !
That little serf boy was one of Fang Lang's previous lives, the eminent monk who almost became a Buddha?

Is this something I can watch for free? "

Liu Li's heart was filled with shock.

After silently reading all the "quotations" that I could remember several times, I corrected my worldview again.

There are still many follow-ups to the first part of the illusion, but it is not as clear and clear as "Sakyamuni Throwing Image", with a taste of fleeting light.

Liu Li obviously wanted to see what else the little serf boy had seen, but it was just hazy, he might have seen it, but Liu Li hadn't.

Liu Li just saw the last little serf boy, gradually changing from Ding Zhen's appearance to a centenarian, and he sat down in despair.

The reason why I know that it is only the first illusion,
It was because Liu Li saw the second paragraph seamlessly while being shaken out.

It belongs to Fang Lang's memory.

Since he was a child, Fang Lang has always dreamed of the beads that the old monk gave him as a bracelet. Besides, the only dream he had related to the old monk was every time he encountered a catastrophe.

Mischievous and mischievous;

Chase the dog to run and be bitten by the dog;
The hero saved the United States but was beaten...

And so on, as long as he suffers, he will dream of the memory of the "Shakya Throwing Image" until one day...

In order to chase a girl, Fang Lang had a fight with the gangster. After hitting a beer bottle on the forehead, he grabbed the gangster's arm indiscriminately, and fell over his shoulder, throwing the gangster several meters away , shocked the audience.

At that time, the way Fang Lang looked at his outstretched hands in a daze was the end of that illusion...

"This one……"

"...I seem to have drawn something remarkable, but there is nothing useful for birds."

Liu Li also looked at his hands and muttered to himself.

Of course she couldn't see why, her hands were still white and tender, which was the kind of hands that could only be cultivated after letting the fourth little secretary do all the work.

Liu Li looked up again, and on the system panel, lines of words were continuously written:

"Determination skill: Shakya Throwing Elephant (Are you a Buddha? You are not!)."

"determination:
Grasp any kind of living creature with your hands, any part that resembles an elephant's trunk, and the skill will take effect. "

"Special Effects: Elephant Throwing!

If the judgment conditions are met, the opponent must be thrown. "

"Note 1:

Judgment skills can only meet the conditions and fail to meet the conditions. As long as the conditions are met, it must succeed, and there is no level distinction. "

"Note 2:

Sakyamuni throwing images is a boundless part of Buddhism, and it circulates in the reincarnation of eminent monks from generation to generation.

Fang Lang is only the worst class, and he has only one class because of the vastness of Buddhism. "

"Note 3:

Fang Lang once traveled southeast with it, which made people look high. "

……

"hiss……"

Liu Li looked at his hands again, and this time the feeling was quite different.

"From now on, I am actually a person with force?"

"It was sudden."

Liu Li is like in a dream,

That's it, can we fight?

Although you can only throw people out, if you don't know the root cause, whoever is thrown out so easily will not feel numb.

I didn't see Fang Lang, who was running rampant in Southeast Asia. As far as the immoral things he did, he was alive and kicking before yesterday, and this judgment skill: Sakyamuni Throwing Elephant may not have nothing to do with it.

Liu Li didn't have time to complain about this Buddhist teaching being used to harm nature and reason, but fell into deep thought.

"As long as it is similar to the shape of an elephant's trunk, can it be thrown out if caught?"

"Arms definitely count!"

"Legs certainly count."

"Well, is there any more? Wait... there are really... ahem, this doesn't count."

Liu Li shook her head again and again, with a strange expression, and threw the inexplicable thoughts out of her head.

"It's very useful anyway."

"Big success!"

"Shakya can throw elephants, but I can throw people at least?"

"Enough."

Liu Li rubbed her hands, feeling itchy, and couldn't wait to try it.

She kicked on her slippers and went downstairs with a thump.

"Is the doll back?"

Liu Li poked her head out from the stairs and shouted.

She wants to challenge the difficulty.

Xiaojiu and Yun'er were entertaining a customer who came to the door automatically, and they only had time to turn around and shake their heads.

"Sister Liuli, what's the matter? I can help."

Rena came out of the kitchen with a grin, and made a gesture to show her biceps.

"I have practiced karate before, and I have a lot of strength. Do you want to move something?"

Liu Li shook his head first, then nodded: "It's not about moving things, but it's just you."

She waved at Linnai, and went upstairs again with a thump.

Rena took off her apron and ran after her.

Yun'er and Xiaojiu looked at each other, they wanted to help at first, after all, the client in front of them just came to get acquainted, and they got a good understanding of it.

It's just that before they opened their mouths to agree, both of them could see from Liu Li's face some kind of eagerness to try, so they were a little too slow to speak, and Ling Nai took the lead.

1 minutes later,
"boom!"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from upstairs and reached the ears of Yun'er and Xiao Jiu.

Then,
Linnai passed on the local dialect with a crying voice:

"Ya Butterfly..."

(End of this chapter)