Beginning as a Tantric Academy Monk

Chapter 134: Concentrate on worship and simulate scripture debate (Thanks to TongZi_M book friend)

The host put the book down and made a "bang" sound. The host put one hand on the book and stood up.

Following the words of the presiding venerable, a hoarse and unpleasant "hoarse" sound came from the white towers condensed with strange rhymes, as if the white tower could be opened with a little force, and no one wanted to know what was inside. What will be revealed after opening it, but everyone knows that under such a mysterious cover, no matter what appears, unimaginable things will happen.

More importantly, these rhymes were so thick that they seemed to be condensed into real stone buildings, pressing on everyone's hearts. Knowing that the elder was the first person to withdraw the secret spell, he immediately withdrew the secret spell. He cursed, clasped his hands and said, "Honorable Master."

As soon as he retreated, the elder Mingchu also immediately stopped. It was only at this moment that he remembered that a long time ago, the presiding venerable had just returned to the Dharma Temple.

The fear that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow suddenly burst out!
It turned out that he had no feelings or emotions. He originally felt that the presiding venerable was old because of his concession. In Wuwu White Pagoda Temple, all the nobles and chieftains of the sect understood that no matter how old the presiding venerable was, Even if he is strong, it is impossible for him to be in charge of the Endless White Pagoda Temple for a long time.

No matter what their cultivation level is, the presiding venerables of the Endless White Pagoda Temple cannot live longer than some of the nobles of the sect.

Therefore, the nobles of the clan nobles and the chieftain nobles considered the concession of the presiding venerable as "the presiding venerable is no longer able to do it."

He is about to pass away, so it is understandable that he shows his weakness at this moment, but now it seems that this is not the case. The presiding venerable has not yet reached all the endless white pagoda temple. Everyone has a "weakening period", but he is like a lone wild yak, getting stronger!
The elders at the beginning of Ming Dynasty could not understand this situation. It was like a big yak king who walked out of the group alone and walked into no man's land, waiting for death.

But after a while, when they came out again, they found that this big yak king had become taller, bigger, and heavier!
In the esoteric realm, everything that is unusual means danger!
Elder Mingchu felt that the hairs on his back stood up. He immediately maintained his Buddhist heart, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the ground, blocked all his perceptions, and started chanting Buddha's name, but he stopped quickly. , but some people are not as smart as him to stop.

Some people are not smart.

So, in the room where the presiding venerable was living, everyone heard a "squeaking" sound, like an old door being opened. The door shaft made a sound left behind by time due to the lack of oil over the years. .The ancient wind came out from the open door. Along with this wind, there was also a smell of dust that belonged to history.

This smell fell into the noses of everyone present, and it was a different smell.

For a moment, even though he knew that the elder knew something was wrong, he still indulged in it.

He felt a psychedelic feeling, like a wizard who had been hit by the psychedelic smoke. He felt that the shadows around him were withdrawing, and time seemed to start to go back, back, back to that day, when he When he was still a disciplinary monk, Elder Mingzhi lowered his head and glanced at his robes.

Without his current robe, the memories of the past surged like a tide, drowning him in an instant. He even forgot who he was, and his entire time went back to the past.

At that time, he was just a red-robed monk who had just passed the sixth level of monk degree. He knew that the elder came from a small temple in Abuqu Prefecture, and the temple had collected the funds for his generous donation, which was called He became the sixth-level red monk. After that, he had to go back and become the iron rod master of the small temple.

But on that day, he still remembered clearly that a monk in yellow clothes took him and said, "The host wants to see you."

At this time, he still remembered that it was "but on that day", but soon, he completely merged into the memory and became one with himself at that time.

Mingzhi opened his eyes wide and asked, "What did you say? The host wants to see me?"

The monk in yellow didn't talk to Mingzhi anymore. He just turned around and left. It was obvious that he wanted Mingzhi to follow him. If it had been in the past, Mingzhi, the sixth-level monk, could have punished the monk in yellow. But now, He did not dare to do this, because he knew that this person was the person who presided over the Venerable, even if the Presiding Venerable did not completely control this place yet.

So he hurriedly stepped forward and went up the mountain road. He didn't know why, even if he thought about it now (Elder Mingzhi woke up in an instant, but fell into despair again), Elder Mingzhi still felt that the sun was really hot that afternoon, It was like a whip dipped in salt water, whipping his back hard, causing burning pain.

He lowered his head and walked up the stairs. It was such a hot day that his nostrils and eyes were extremely dry, and the wind and sand made it itchy, but he didn't dare to wipe it with his hands, so he went up this way. Soon he stopped at the entrance of a watchtower. The monk in yellow stepped forward and asked him to go up.

Mingzhi Monk, who was still extremely young at that time, stepped forward, opened the door, and saw the dust rising in the air, forming pillars of light one after another.

Behind such a pillar of light, in the darkness, sat a young monk of the same age as him.

The young monk raised his head, saw the monk Mingzhi, and said slowly: "Mingzhi? Come on, please sit down. I am the presiding venerable here now. I need your loyalty, but you can kneel down now. In front of me, I know that you have not chosen your true guru. Kneel down and I can be your true guru.

I can also find a monk for you to help you cover.

Knowing that this is your only chance, are you willing to be my apprentice? "

There is no need to think about what the big man thinks or why he thinks so. The monk Mingzhi knelt down and said to the presiding venerable who was about the same age as himself: "My master is here, and I pay my respects to my master."

At this moment, Elder Mingzhi suddenly trembled, and after he woke up, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He never thought that after so many years, the gap between himself and his true master had become so wide.

'A great monk of the third level. '

'The Venerable White Elephant who is in charge of the Endless White Pagoda Temple. '

Even though the elder was kneeling on the ground, the presiding venerable was still sitting there. The red cloth fell down from the statue behind him.

But he knew that the elder couldn't see what was inside at all.

The presiding venerable person did not allow him to see it, so he could not see what the statue was.

He could only lower his head and the presiding venerable said: "Get up, you are already a great monk, what's the point of kneeling like this?"

Elder Mingzhi stood up and glanced at the others.

Found that everyone else was gone.

He was the only one left here. "All the karma has gone away, nothing is left. Even though you know it, you have gone too.

Don't let those people go.

I have to get an offering, I know it, I have to get an offering, so I will imprison them all, and those who punish the animals, [-] and [-], will use them as offerings.

Must be transformed.

As for what transformation is, some monks will tell you. "

The host said, Elder Mingzhi put his hands together and walked out from here. After walking out, after walking out of the watchtower, Elder Mingzhi felt that he could still breathe. He took a deep breath, and the pungent cold fell into him. In his body, Elder Mingzhi felt very at ease.

"Big Iron Rod" Monk Zhiming came over, and Elder Mingzhi's deputy, the new elder, was a member of the chieftain noble, but he did not dare to make decisions privately. He came to ask Elder Mingzhi how to deal with these people—— These people were all arrested by the presiding venerable.

Elder Mingzhi glanced at his deputy and said, "Throw them all into the hole."

Even the wise monks trembled subconsciously. It was obvious that they all knew where the hole in the cave was and what it meant. They, the discipline monks, knew it in their hearts, but they had nothing to say.

They were aware of the situation inside the temple, but they had never imagined that things would be like this.

They did not expect that the presiding venerable would suddenly do this, involving the presiding venerable's position. Many people had thought about what the presiding venerable would do, but no one thought that the presiding venerable would do it so directly. counterattack.

Even knowing that the elder felt that it might not be a counterattack, it might be just a small thing that the presiding venerable did at will. The secret dharma realm that the presiding venerable saw and the secret dharma realm they saw were not the same secret dharma realm at all. jurisdiction.

"Those monks who have violated the precepts should be dealt with according to my words. If you don't want to be stripped of the monk's clothes and thrown into the cave - if anything happens, ask them to find the presiding venerable. "

Elder Mingzhi said that he knew the secret law domain, and the solutions to some things were very simple. If the presiding venerable could not defeat those people, he would soon pass away, but if he won those people, the presiding venerable would grow up again. ,but……

The elder Mingzhi knows that the biggest problem with the presiding venerable is not here, but the time of his death. No matter how powerful he is, as long as he will still pass away in the next few years, then all this is meaningless.

Knowing that the elder was walking down, he felt something was wrong around him while he was walking, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He glanced at the watchtower behind him. Under the night, the watchtower where the presiding master was was particularly strange. of silence.

The moonlight shone on it, and there was a different kind of breathtaking quiet beauty. Therefore, he did not see the dense charm mixed with the Buddha's breath, spinning the Lord's own tower into another world. .

That is the great magic power that belongs to the presiding venerable person.

……

At night, the moon was also setting, and among the blazing bonfires, someone was persuading Master Yongzhen.

"Master, master, please rest!"

In Zahu Langnuo Mountain, Lu Feng still didn't know what happened in the temple - these things were not good things to him. Lu Feng was just doing his work. He seemed to be an ignorant and tired person. His name was People were divided into three shifts, and they worked in sequence. Old Tashi and little Tashi took turns to rest, while Lu Feng never had much rest.

He would also get tired, but compared to the rest of the people, the guru was a yak king who never tired. He mixed the clay just right, and then piled the stones into a wall.

Yaks, pack horses, and tents were scattered around, and everyone was arranged in an orderly manner. Seeing the master taking action himself, the others wanted to take action, but were stopped by Lu Feng. He said: "You have no intention of hindering me. Merit.”

Once this statement comes out, how can others dare to hinder the guru?
Lu Feng held a hammer in his hand and knocked the wall firmly. The key point in building this stone wall was to be "confident", so he still had to have Lao Zhaxi to give guidance before Lu Feng could move. He kept his eyes on When it comes to "work", the walls that usually take several days to finish are almost ready in just one afternoon.

Not only are these things easy to make, but the wood is hard to find. Some wood needs to be dried in the shade. But if you want to build the pillars outside, there is no need for such things. Old Zhaxi told Lu Feng about this, and Lu Feng just said In one sentence, "I know, I know everything, and I know it well."

Then he remained silent, as if he was trapped in it, but he stopped here. Lu Feng was the host here, the biggest monk and the biggest master here. No one could stop him from what he wanted to do.

He was speechless, and the others couldn't say anything. He didn't eat, drink, or sleep, but it didn't mean he didn't rest. When he was resting, he recited the "Six-Character Great Ming Mantra." He recited the mantra not only for He recited the mantra for himself and for the people around him, asking them to work hard for a day and relax their bodies. It was like this cycle. Lu Feng kept reciting the mantra, working, reciting the mantra, and working.

Those people were resting, but Lu Feng had no intention of resting. Day, night, sun, and moon, this first layer, which did not require wood materials, actually had a real appearance. He could not eat or drink. , making everyone extremely nervous. To them, it was as if there was an invisible master whipping the guru with an invisible whip.

Lu Feng didn't feel that way. He didn't know the time or whether he was hungry or full. When he was working, he felt a "great light" coming from the bottom of his heart. "Pure", he didn't know why it was like this, he just felt that his kundalini fire was transmitted from the chakra of the bottom of the sea, and followed his central channel without stopping.

As he was doing this, Lu Feng's thought became very simple, "I must build this temple." As for why he built this temple?

I want to live, I want to lead them to live, I am their guru, they respect me, love me, respect me as their own self, then I will be like their parents. Later, I will not even have such thoughts. .

Even the thought of building is gone.

He has thoughts, but it is as if he has no thoughts. He is empty, but not empty.

Many times, he even forgets to breathe, which is easy to see under the current temperature. Many people can see that Master Yongzhen does not exhale for a long time, but he is full of energy. No one dares to disturb the master. They could all see that the guru seemed to have entered a wonderful state and was practicing.

(End of this chapter)