Beginning as a Tantric Academy Monk

Chapter 230 If you don’t understand Buddhism

Baima's steps were not a joke. When Lu Feng came to the first manor closest to here, he didn't need to say anything. No matter whether he was a serf or the leader in charge, he saw the traces of Lu Feng's body. After this layer of monk robes and the white yak he sat on, there was no need to ask whether his identity was true or false.

On the way, he knelt on both sides, not even daring to raise his head, and even not even daring to breathe.

Lu Feng told them that there was no need to worship him.

"Everyone, get up."

Lu Feng sat on the back of the white yak and shook his prayer wheel. He asked the slaves and the leader to find some stones. He didn't say what they were for. Those people brought the stones over. Lu Feng then carved the "Six-Character Ming Mantra" and piled up the mani. Got up and put it on the roadside.

"This is the merit of seeing me today. Guanyin Bodhisattva will bless you."

Lu Feng said to them gently, and then motioned to the leader to go to the manor and informed the housekeeper that a monk had come outside and wanted to see their master. The leader did not dare to say anything, so he found a horse and left here in a hurry. Lu Feng didn't go anywhere else and waited outside the manor on his white horse.

Before the housekeeper came, no one dared to talk to Lu Feng. Lu Feng's heart was still, there was no one here, but he also knew in his heart that no matter what, the matter of the reincarnation of the Venerable Master of Wuwu White Pagoda Temple was full of mystery.

This was especially true after he came out of Zahu Langnuo Mountain. On the mountain, he saw the reincarnation of the presiding venerable of the Endless White Pagoda Temple. To be precise, it was the presiding Dharma Lord, Hutuktu, the reincarnated "Hutuktu". "Bilhan", Ashadapan. Ashadapan is a title, and Lu Feng knew very well that there was a big difference between the current presiding master and the Hutuktu who should be reincarnated.

Moreover, no matter how you look at the appearance of his "original master", there is a hint of conspiracy in it...

The master of the life is Hutuktu Taishi, the king of Mingzhu, Ashadapan Hutuktu.

Their grievances and hatreds are mixed in the dust of history, making it difficult for people to see through and appreciate.

Zhi Ming Lu Feng tensed up, ready to escape at any time, and ready to draw chestnuts from the fire at any time.

'Reincarnation'.

Lu Feng had no intention of knowing one of the most fundamental secrets in the Secret Law Realm, and he hoped that this matter would have nothing to do with or be involved in his three tasks.

Otherwise, even Lu Feng himself would be sweating.

Lu Feng's thoughts were like lightning. Although it seemed that he had been standing outside the door for a long time, in fact, he only stood for a few breaths while his thoughts were circulating. There was Baima at the door, it was this manor. It was very quiet, except for a mastiff that was still barking, ignoring the majesty of the protector brought by Baima.

'is a good dog. '

Lu Feng was not stingy with compliments. Then Lu Feng saw a housekeeper in luxurious clothes running out of the manor. He wished he could turn into a stool and have Lu Feng step on him!

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Lu Feng jumped off Baima's body, and the housekeeper immediately got up from the ground and respectfully invited the monk in front of him to the manor. When he entered the tower, there was naturally a female slave holding butter tea and adding some butter tea to Lu Feng. Tea.

Lu Feng didn't have any deep feelings. He would drink a bowl if he had one. When the pot held by the slave girl was empty, he would get another pot.

A steady stream.

His belly was like a bottomless sea. He could eat and drink quickly and fragrantly. When the housekeeper saw this, he didn't dare to say anything. He just kept urging the people behind him to serve butter tea. After cutting off the worship of this master, he knew in his heart that this was a Buddha similar to the master. This Buddha drank all the butter tea in the manor. That was also their fault, because they had not worshiped the Buddha properly.

While he asked the kitchen to make butter tea quickly, he went to find his master. He kept wiping sweat on his face with the handkerchief in his hand. The housekeeper was so nervous that his breathing was intermittent. Lu Feng was standing at the small window. Seeing the anxious look on the steward's face, he remained calm, stood up, stretched out his bowl, and asked the servant next to him to fill his wooden bowl with tea.

The housekeeper didn't know that his every move was known to others. When he went outside the master's tower, he heard many sounds of "great joy" coming from inside the master's tower. He knew that this was the time. It's best not to interrupt the master's good deeds, otherwise...

He shuddered just thinking about the fate of those yeba who had ruined the master's good deeds.

But after thinking about the consequences of neglecting a virtuous master, he gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.

Sure enough, after the sound of "Great Joy" was interrupted, the master's displeased voice came from inside: "You donkey eat what the wolf eats - at this time, who gave me the courage to call you here?" Are you bothering me sir?

Aren't you afraid that I will peel off your skin, suppress you under the pagoda, and make you spend eternity in the Vajra Hell without ever being reincarnated? "

The master was not joking, he was really angry. Hearing these words, the housekeeper was sweating profusely, but he still said: "Master, master, there is a master riding a white yak who wants to see you. He said to bring you I have received a decree from a Buddha and want to ask him to see him.

The master was already drinking tea. He asked me to come to him quickly, saying that I was very anxious, as if my eyebrows were burning. "

The sound of "great joy" inside completely stopped.

After a while, the door opened, and a foul smell immediately rushed out from inside the door. The housekeeper did not dare to show any displeasure. He lowered his head and did not dare to look inside. The sound of boots made a sound, and a monk walked out from inside. He was dressed gorgeously, but his eyes were dark and dull. However, his eyes still revealed the fact that he was in low spirits and his cultivation level had declined.

It was Lu Feng who came to find the master of the Discipline Academy.

But unfortunately, it is of no use anymore.

——He did not strictly uphold the mantra here, let alone practice it. Even the precepts were not taken into account. Under such circumstances, his cultivation was constantly weakening, and even the mantra was weak and weak. What it should mean, even now, is that a middle-aged man who has been hollowed out by wine and sex, how does he look like a monk with the word "wisdom" in the past?

He looks so weak now that he can't even hold a murder knife!

A man like an eagle?

Shit.

It's just a ball of cotton.

He walked out of it, his head covered with sweat. I don't know whether he was scared or tired. He repeated: "The master riding a white yak?"

After getting the confirmation, the wise guru came out, and he immediately felt uneasy. He didn't know what was wrong with him, so he asked a guru to come and find him in person.

He tidied himself up a little nervously, hung a string of rosary beads around his neck, tried hard to look like a monk, and then said: "Go, go, go, you slave, lead the way!"

Have you ever neglected this guru? "

"Never, never." The butler said repeatedly as he led the way with his hunched body.

"That's fine, that's fine."

The "Zhi" master was so anxious that he didn't know where to put his hands, so he walked into the tower. When he saw Lu Feng, he couldn't believe it, but after looking carefully for a long time, He relaxed a little and said: "Are you, are you, are you Yongzhen?

Yongzhen who was sent to Zahu Langnuo Mountain?

Why do you look like this now? "

In fact, what he should say is, why are you still alive now? That place was not a place where people could live, and he had briefly seen Yongzhen's appearance, but now it seemed that although Yongzhen was still the same Yongzhen, there were still some differences.

It was so different that goosebumps began to appear densely on his back.

Lu Feng paid no attention to the words of this master. He put the clean wooden bowl in his arms, sat down, looked up at this "senior brother", and did not answer his words, but changed his hands. After opening the leather, he said to this senior brother: "But the former Senior Brother Zhihui from the Discipline Academy?"

"Hey! It's me."

The wise monk responded to Lu Feng and looked at the guru in confusion, not knowing what he should say. Lu Feng also glanced at him and already understood in his heart that he was already a master, but not a master. .

Zhihui Monk is no longer the capable and disciplined monk he once was in the Endless White Pagoda Temple.

He has lost his cultivation and can no longer be regarded as a monk.

What should be said about him?

madness? Or pitiful? Without a temple and Buddhist practice, his manor cannot be protected.

Everything is like the moon in the mirror, without exception.

Of course, after seeing such a corrupted Master Zhihui, Lu Feng had no idea how Elder Mingli managed to keep his cultivation from falling despite having an heir.

But the wise and regretful monk in front of him is gone, and he still indulges in it, indulges in it, and has no intention of repenting or making amends - this is not cultivation. He wants to practice "great happiness" and be with Dakini. To practice Supreme Yoga, you need to reach a certain level - at least not to a level where monks like Lu Feng and Zhihui can peek, as you could do just now.

he? Do you really have that ability? If he had, then he should not appear here, but should appear in Zhaju Temple or the four major Dharma Protector Temples, as a great Buddha!

So when he met the senior brother in front of him, Lu Feng was disappointed. Even if the guru in front of him went to the Endless White Pagoda Temple, it would not have any effect. His courage has been exhausted, and his Dharma has long since disappeared into the air along with the sweat shed by him lying on the woman's body.

At this moment, he is nothing more than a bag of wine and rice.

Don't talk about what big things you want to do with Elder Mingli.

But now that a sly has come over, he is afraid that he will be eaten by the sly. Even reciting the incantation has no effect!

There is no need to save such people.

Lu Feng felt a little regretful and stretched out his hand to erase the name on the leather in front of him. He also knew that this wipe of his also wiped out the life of the monk in front of him. He put the leather away and Lu Feng stood still and looked straight at it. The wise monk in front of him, the wise monk in front of him, didn't know why, seeing Yongzhen like this, he suddenly felt a little inferior and ashamed, and then this inferiority and shame turned into a kind of anger.

It is this kind of anger that disappears even faster after appearing quickly.

Even his shoulders slumped.

'The master of the sixth level. '

'The former iron-clad master of the Discipline Academy. '

Lu Feng was filled with disappointment. This was also the first time that he had completely seen the "fall" of a master, that is, Monk Zhiyun. Because the presiding master was disheartened by his appointment, he was not like this. , although he died in the snowy mountain in the end, he still looked like a guru. Monk Zhihui made it clear to him what the consequences would be if he, Lu Feng, stopped moving forward.

'Don't slack off! '

Lu Feng sighed in his heart. He told Monk Zhihui to ask his housekeeper and other servants to leave, leaving only the two of them. He had something to say to Monk Zhihui.

Seeing that there were only two people left here, Lu Feng said casually: "Zhihui, let me ask you, are you willing to go back to the Endless White Pagoda Temple with me and Elder Mingli?"

Hearing this, Zhihui Monk's face suddenly changed. He immediately felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and he was even scared of the gall!

He didn't dare to say yes, and he didn't dare to say no.

Then he hesitated here.

Seeing this, Lu Feng also completed his goal. It seemed that he just didn't want to, and his good days had come to an end. However, Lu Feng had no mercy for him. This is how it should be in the realm of esoteric dharma. If you are sailing on a sea of ​​suffering, if you don't advance, you will retreat. When he learns the secret and is unwilling to join it, he will die.

Lu Feng still remembers what his "original master" said - if it doesn't work, Elder Mingli will do it himself.

Lu Feng took out the leather and continued to find the second master. After leaving the forthouse, Lu Feng said to Master Zhihui: "If I were you - just have the last meal.

Your good days have come to an end. Haven't you discovered that the Bodhisattva no longer protects you, the auspicious birds no longer stay at your home, and even your mastiffs are no longer loyal? "

After hearing this, the sweat on Master Zhihui's body was like a waterfall, flowing down his body. Of course he understood what Yongzhen monk meant, but he had never imagined that things would develop like this. He knew nothing about it. If he didn't do anything, he would end up like this. He was angry, but more of it was fear. He didn't dare to be angry with the Yongzhen monk in front of him. He felt that there was a kind of anger in the Yongzhen monk in front of him. The feeling of Elder Mingzhi when he is angry and the feeling of Elder Mingzhi when he punishes people.

He actually felt fear and fear in front of Yongzhen, so when faced with his inquiry, Zhihui monk said with a cold sweat: "Master, master."

He wanted to offer all his worldly possessions to the guru in front of him and beg the guru in front of him to give him a way to survive. However, the guru in front of him walked very fast and had no intention of turning back. Lu Feng did not turn around. Keeping this matter in mind, he rode on his white horse and quickly left this manor and headed to the next manor.

There are still seven people on the list listed by Elder Mingli. If they are late on their journey, they may not be able to catch up with the big show where the presiding venerable fakes his death.

Lu Feng was very anxious!

(End of this chapter)