Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 108 The Sacred Heart of the Buddha Bone

Ordinary scriptures have no effect on the monks in the Purple Mansion realm who are possessed by demons. Even if they are useful, it will take years and months.Of course, if a person with a high level of cultivation recites the sutra, it should have miraculous effects, but in general, the effect may not be great.

Facing the old monk's expectant gaze, Pudu shook his head gently: "The ability to make the seniors helpless must be extraordinary. Gur's recitation of scriptures has the effect of exorcising demons, but it takes a very long time."

Extremely long?
The old monk frowned slightly. If there was really no other way, there was still a way.

"Is there any other way?"

"It might be possible to find someone with a higher level of cultivation than him."

When the old monk heard this, he immediately shook his head. His master was in the state of transformation into gods. In the entire Jin Dynasty, there were probably few people with a higher level of cultivation than his master. Therefore, this was even more nonsense.

An idea flashed in Pudu's mind, and he suddenly remembered that when he was in the Jiuyao Mountains, he had saved the evil thoughts of a Taoist heavenly master. Therefore, the salvation scriptures uttered by him might also have miraculous effects. Of course, this was just him. Just a guess.

The old monk looked at Pudu deep in thought, and a gleam flashed in his eyes: "Do you have any good ideas, young master?"

Seeing the hesitation on Pudu's face, the old monk immediately spoke again: "Don't worry, young master, if this matter can be accomplished, I, the Qinglan Temple, owe the young master a favor. Of course, if the young master has a request, I, the Qinglan Temple, will definitely do it. Help each other.”

"This can only be tried once. The young monk is not [-]% sure." Pudu said hesitantly.

The old monk smiled and said: "No problem, little master, you can give it a try."

Seeing the old monk like this, Pudu had no choice but to nod in agreement.

A smile appeared on the old monk's face, and he was about to call Pudu to go to the back mountain, but the sky was already dark, so we should wait until tonight.

"How about we go tonight, little master?"

"Seniors can arrange it."

The old monk nodded: "In this case, if the old monk comes to look for the young master again at night, he will not disturb the young master."

After the old monk left, Pudu once again took out a scripture from the bookshelf and read it!
The sky is bright and purple air is coming from the east,
There was a rustling sound of sweeping the floor, and a little monk even smaller than him was seen struggling to sweep the floor with a broom.

After scanning Pudu, a flash of doubt flashed in the little monk's eyes.

Is this the senior brother who came up the mountain yesterday?

After the young monk finished sweeping the floor, he did not leave. Instead, he looked at Pudu curiously.

These scriptures have been in the Zen monastery since he went up the mountain, but except for a few fixed volumes of scriptures, no senior brothers came to check them. The senior brothers always said that if he had time to read the scriptures, his strength might be a little better.

Is it possible that these scriptures are not garbage?
Otherwise, how to explain that the senior brother in front of me is so obsessed with these scriptures.

After putting the broom away, he did not go to practice. Instead, he walked into the meditation hall and pulled out a book from the bookshelf. A puff of dust rushed towards him.

"Bah bah bah!"

All filled with dust.

Curious, he opened the scripture in his hand and read it carefully.

moment
half an hour,

two hours,

The morning passed quickly, and the two monks were so addicted to the scriptures that they couldn't help themselves.

The little monk's eyes were shining as he flipped through the pages of the scriptures.

"Huineng, Huineng~"

A shout came from outside the meditation hall, and the young monk woke up from the scriptures. Hearing the shouts from outside the meditation hall, he took another look at the scriptures in his hand, gritted his teeth and put it into his arms.

Then he turned around and ran out of the meditation hall: "Brother, I am here."

Pudu raised his head and frowned at the little monk who ran out, falling into a long absence.

"Huineng!"

This is the name of the Sixth Patriarch. If it were just a coincidence, it would not be enough to make him lose his mind. However, this young monk is the real Buddha's bones and has profound Buddha essence, which is much better than him, a fake Buddha.

However, the Buddha's bones are covered with dust and his talent is slightly lacking, so he is not outstanding.

If he hadn't stayed here with him all morning, I'm afraid he would have missed it too.

It would be great if this guy became his junior brother.

Pudu shook his head, and immediately entered into the scriptures again.

This kind of person will naturally have his own way to go. If he interferes wantonly, it will be unsightly.

In the afternoon,

The young monk came back to the meditation hall again holding the book.

First, he glanced at Pudu. After seeing that Pudu was not paying attention, he also lay down and read the scriptures.

Time passed minute by minute, and I don’t know how long it had passed. Several figures walked into the meditation hall. They glanced at Pudu indifferently, then looked at the young monk, and frowned involuntarily.

"Huineng."

The young monk raised his head in confusion. After seeing the three people, his expression tightened: "Senior brother."

"What are you doing in the meditation hall if you're not cleaning?"

"Go here, go here."

The young monk reluctantly put the scriptures back on the bookshelf, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Little monk, stay."

Huineng turned around in confusion: "Senior brother, are you calling me monk?"

Pudu smiled and nodded.

"I wonder why senior brother calls me little monk?"

"If you like to read the sutras, just stay here and read the sutras. The other poor monks will go and talk to the abbot."

The young monk's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was about to agree.

Suddenly a voice came from the side: "You are a monk in Qinglan Temple, so you'd better not interfere with the arrangements in my temple."

Pudu looked around and saw only three people he had never seen before, but there was a deep hostility in their eyes.It's strange that since I went up the mountain, I have been in this meditation hall. Logically speaking, I shouldn't have any grudges with others.

Seeing Pudu frowning, the young monk hurriedly said: "Brother, please don't blame me. The young monk will go clean now."

The faces of the three people softened slightly, and then they glanced at Pudu sarcastically before turning and leaving.

His cultivation is not weak, but his character is a bit poor. If this continues, he may cause trouble.

It's just that it's beyond his ability.

After the three people left, Pudu once again immersed himself in the scriptures.

In the evening, after dinner, the young monk looked around and groped in again.

"Brother."

Seeing Pudu looking over, the young monk hurriedly saluted.

"Is this scripture good to read?"

"nice?"

"How to look good?"

"I can't say it, but it looks good anyway."

Pudu smiled and nodded. It is the greatest love without any reason.

Late at night, under the willow trees above the moon, the young monk was still looking tirelessly through a book of scriptures. An old monk had appeared in the meditation hall at some point. He looked at him with confusion, lying on the futon with his feet up, intoxicated. The little monk in the scriptures.

"Little Master, who is this little monk?"

"Haha, senior, this is your novice monk from Qinglan Temple, why are you asking this young monk?"

The old monk flashed a flash of surprise, and then smiled. He realized the importance of the scriptures after Pudu talked to him, but it was not respected in the temple yet. Unexpectedly, a young novice would be the first to fall in love with the scriptures. Interesting, interesting .

However, I didn't pay much attention to this.

"Little Master, let's go." When Pudu nodded, the two of them immediately disappeared into the meditation hall.

The cave in the center of the earth,

Pudu looked at the cave in front of him curiously, with a trace of doubt on his face. He did not expect that there was such a world in a small Qinglan Mountain.

Under the leadership of the old monk, the two came to the center of the earth platform, and the dark chains and bound figures immediately came into view.

Seal yourself with an iron rope?

This person is ~
The old monk said sadly: "This is the poor monk's master."

A master of the Zifu monks, Pudu curiously looked at the bound figure in front of him for a few times, but could not see anything strange at all.

"Little monk, who do you study under?"

In the empty cave, a voice suddenly sounded, and the figure bound by the chains slowly raised his head, looking at Pudu with eyes full of doubts, and always felt that the little monk had a somewhat familiar aura.

"Master Monk is the elder Faming of Jinshan Temple."

Fa Ming?

Hehe, I don't know which old guy has such an ugly dharma name. It is definitely not something that ordinary monks can do to teach such good talents. I am afraid that he is also a great monk.

"What are you doing here?"

"Master, my little master said there is a way to get rid of your bitter smile. I will bring you here to try it."

"Idiot, the old monk knows his situation very well. If it can be solved, how can he be trapped here for more than a hundred years?" The old man sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Pudu spoke up and explained: "Senior, since you have been trapped for more than a hundred years, why not give it a try?"

Facing the two monks' guidance, the old monk nodded helplessly: "Just wait."

The old monk looked at Puduqi and said, "It's all a matter of trouble, little master."

Then he took a few steps back, leaving this place to Purdue.

Pudu took a few steps forward and sat down cross-legged not far from the old monk. He exhaled a deep breath and recited the salvation sutra attentively.

When the two heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned.

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The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched, and he seemed a little unreliable.

While the two were hesitating, the voice in Pudu's mouth became louder and louder, gradually spreading throughout the entire mountainside. The sound like a bell fell into the ears of the old man who was bound by chains, and a faint light suddenly appeared in his calm eyes.

Really useful!

The old man trembled all over and looked at the young monk not far away who was concentrating on chanting sutras in horror.

How can this be?

It's just an ordinary salvation scripture, how can it have such a miraculous effect?

Just when he was shocked, wisps of black energy suddenly appeared on his face, and his kind face became a little more ferocious.

The old monk not far away seemed to realize something and looked at the scene in front of him quietly.I saw the black energy on the old man's body flowing along the chains of dim light, and then dissipated in the sound of the scriptures.

The chanting sounded over and over again, and the ferocious look on the old man's face became more and more intense. Under the silver light cast from the sky, he looked like an evil ghost in hell.

As the sky grew brighter and the sun rose, Pudu opened his eyes after reciting the last verse.The old man in front of him looked decadent, his body was exhausted, and his body was soaked with sweat.

is that useful?
Still useless?

A flash of doubt flashed in Pudu's eyes.

After a while, a roar of laughter echoed throughout the mountain.

Hearing laughter, the two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After laughing freely, the old man looked at Pudu with his bright eyes. The scriptures were just ordinary salvation scriptures. There was nothing surprising about them. The reason why they were so effective was probably because they came from the mouth of this little guy.

It's really incredible that Buddhist scriptures on salvation have such wonderful effects.

The old monk excitedly stepped forward and asked, "Master, can you get rid of the evil thoughts?"

"no!"

No?

How can this be?

So what makes this old man happy?
"But a lot of it has been removed. If it comes back a few times, it may be gone."

Sure enough, Pudu also had some guesses about this. After all, he didn't hear the notification that the salvation was successful.

However, from this point of view, it also proves that this old man's strength is extraordinary. He may be the legendary God Transformation Realm, but he did not expect that there is actually a God Transformation Realm in Qinglan Temple.

It really is that people can't be seen, and the sea can't be measured.

The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and bowed deeply to Pudu: "Thank you, little master."

"Senior need not be too polite."

Pudu's eyes moved slightly and he looked at the bound old man: "Old senior, does the young monk really have something to ask for?"

The old man nodded after regaining his composure, but did not directly respond.

"tell me the story."

"The young monk wants senior to accept a disciple."

Apprentice?

Just that simple?
"This is not difficult. I wonder who it is?"

"A young monk named Huineng in Qinglan Temple."

Or a monk in Qinglan Temple?
As soon as Pudu's words came out, the two of them were startled at the same time. Even if he did not accept disciples, he was still the founder of Qinglan Temple. There seemed to be no difference whether he accepted or not accepted disciples.

The old man looked at the old monk with doubtful eyes, and the old monk shook his head.

He did not fully know that there were hundreds of monks in Qinglan Temple, but a childish face still appeared in his mind.

Since the young master went up the mountain, he has been living in the meditation hall. The only person who has had contact with him is probably the young monk. Why did he treat this young monk so differently?

"What's so extraordinary about it? That I can let you treat me like this."

"Born with the sacred heart of the Buddha's bones!"

The old man trembled all over and raised his head to look at Pudu in horror: "Little guy, are you telling the truth?"

"The young monk practices Buddhism's divine eye, so he will not be mistaken when he thinks about it."

The old Taoist was silent for a while, then sighed: "Why don't you accept him as your disciple?"

"He is originally a monk from Qinglan Temple. Moreover, the young monk has ambitions in the world. If he brings a young monk with him, it will be a burden. Furthermore, the young monk has not yet become a teacher, so how can he educate his children? The seniors have advanced cultivation, so accept him as a disciple. It couldn’t be more appropriate.”

This was not a request, it was clearly giving him another chance at Qinglan Temple!

"Well, old monk, thank you so much, little master." The old man raised his head and smiled.

The Sacred Heart of Buddha Bones is known as the birth of the Buddha. Its natural form of Buddha is rare to see in ten thousand years. The previous predecessor who had the Sacred Heart of Buddha Bones had already arrived in the fairyland and became a Buddha. He was the founder of Wolong Temple.If this little master had never lied, it means that in the future, a fairyland Buddha will appear in Qinglan Temple, and he may become a leader-like existence in Buddhism.

"True light."

"Master."

"You will handle this matter, but you will not have to accept a disciple. I am afraid that the old monk is not qualified to teach a Buddhist disciple, so I will make him a Buddhist disciple of my Qinglan Temple. You will teach him personally in the future."

"Yes!"

The old man turned to look at Pudu: "Is this satisfactory?"

"Thank you, old man."

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(End of this chapter)