Data cultivation, I observe immortality in the five elements

Chapter 369: The secret of the monk’s disappearance, the Sanskrit sound confusing the mind, and the preaching

In the golden space, thousands of Buddha shadows rise and fall.

Dignified, sacred, solemn, and precious.

It's like the arrival of real Buddhas one after another, with great Buddhist charm.

But this peaceful Buddhist charm was disturbed by screams one after another.

"Ah."

Screams sounded one after another.

Because the moment these people fell into the lotus seat, a long spike rose up from the center of the lotus platform, directly piercing their bodies from bottom to top.

Nail it to death!

When the bodies of this group of people were penetrated, they who were originally in a coma suddenly woke up.

The intense pain made them miserable.

I want to struggle and escape, but unfortunately I can't.

The bottom of the lotus pedestal emitted a bright white light, absorbing all their spiritual energy in an instant.

Within a moment, many monks who were still struggling fiercely became quiet.

Then the airless machine is revealed.

The expressions on the faces of this group of people were fixed in horror, fear, struggle, and eyes that were about to burst.

After about half a cup of tea, the dozens of lotus pedestals began to rotate slowly, and the Buddha's light on them was rich.

The clothes on these people began to stick together, and then from top to bottom, from the head to the lotus platform.

Everything slowly turns golden!

It is no different from other Buddha images on the lotus pedestal.

"Amitabha, congratulations to all of you for achieving the right fruition of cultivation and becoming a Buddha in the physical body."

The old monk Fazhi's eyes were ferocious at this moment, and then his eyes turned clear and clear again.

The whole person's face looked extremely miserable, as if he was commemorating and transcending.

"It turns out that to practice this so-called physical Buddha Dharma, you need to put your own life into it."

At this moment, a sudden voice sounded.

Among the remaining crowd, a cyan figure walked out, its strange vertical pupils shining with light, making it intimidating.

"Huh? Is it you?"

"I remember you, poor monk. Just now you, the little demon cultivator, was the only one who blocked my mantra."

"It seems that Junior Brother Huiming's advice is correct. You, this junior, have a very high bloodline talent."

"The poor monk observes that the Buddhist charm in you is not deep. If you practice diligently in the future, you might really be able to become a Dharma protector of my Prajna lineage."

On the old monk Fazhi's skinny cheeks, a smile looked uglier than crying.

The whole person looked solemn and sacred, like a truly enlightened monk, untainted by worldly things.

It was as if the dozens of figures that disappeared earlier had nothing to do with him.

"Then what are the elders going to do next for me?"

"Are they also fleshly Buddhas like them?"

"Or continue to teach me mantra scriptures?"

Luo Yan slowly walked up to the person, and an invisible wall of energy gathered beside him, pushing the person next to him away.

The old monk Fazhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and two rays of light shot out from his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the cyan figure.

Unfortunately, apart from the faint snake-shaped shadow and the strong demonic aura, there is nothing strange about it.

He seemed to be relieved now.

"These bugs are different from you!"

"Your understanding is excellent and you should enter my Prajna lineage."

"When things are over here, I will naturally follow the poor monk back to my real mountain gate. I will accompany him every day with green lanterns and wooden fish, and recite my Buddha's name."

"When will you finish reciting thousands of volumes of true scriptures, understand hundreds of Buddhist meanings, and cultivate a golden body of one foot?"

"At that time, if your mind is flawless, you will become a Vajra!"

At this moment, the old monk Fa Zhi seemed to be very patient.

He never mentions the mantra, Buddha's mantra, but talks about sutras and theories.

It seems that just by practicing those ordinary Buddhist scriptures, you can develop great magic power.

In fact, in the mind of the old monk Fazhi, although the snake demon's bloodline talent is extraordinary, it cannot resist the suppression of the Buddha's mantra in the "Diamond Sutra".

There may still be a lack of energy left.

After all, it is difficult for a second-level creature to withstand such continuous mental attacks.

However, this green-robed snake demon was able to maintain his true soul and his clear thoughts.

This is undoubtedly problematic.

After all, in addition to those scriptures, the "Diamond Sutra" recorded in that jade slip also had an additional four-character mantra engraved on it!

Under normal circumstances, faced with the suppression of this mantra, the vast majority of foundation-building monks are absolutely unable to resist this kind of mental coercion.

Just like the dozen or so people next to them, they still retain their original soul consciousness.

But in fact, the shadow of Buddha has been planted in their hearts at this moment.

As long as they stay for a while, they will become true Buddhists.

At that time, even if they go to hell for Nanshan Temple, they will be willing to die generously.

This is the power of mantra!

Despite the previous bloody act, apart from the green-clothed snake demon, no one else made any unusual moves!

So once you truly enter Buddhism, it will be difficult to quit.

"What exactly is the layman's bloodline talent?"

"It can actually withstand the double pressure of the poor monk's mantra and mental pressure."

The old monk Fazhi asked curiously with a warm smile on his face.

You must know that a monk in the foundation building stage can actually resist his Buddhist curse.

This is simply incredible!

Otherwise, the little guy in front of him would never be as clear-eyed as he is now.

You should have taken refuge in my Buddha long ago.

"I have another question, I would like to ask the mage."

"I hope the elder will respond."

A blazing gray light flashed in Luo Yan's eyes, and a bright beam of light instantly burst out, hitting the figure on the side.

In an instant, the runes surged like waves.

After a while, under the gaze of the old monk Fazhi, the figure turned into stone bit by bit.

Not long after, Luo Yan opened his mouth again and spat out, and patches of gray runes condensed into a screen of light.

With a 'crack' sound, the human-shaped stone quietly broke into pieces.

The panicked figure inside was revealed.

Because just now, he found that he couldn't move his whole body.

Moreover, the spiritual power in his body is still weakening. It is obvious that something is devouring his spiritual power.

In just a moment, most of the spiritual energy in his body was swallowed up.

If he delayed for a little longer, he would probably die of spiritual exhaustion.

So the casual cultivator looked at the cyan figure not far away and suddenly felt a sense of fear.

Even though I have read the Buddhist scriptures, I still feel frightened and uneasy when encountering such dangerous things related to my life instinct.

This is human nature.

Those who are not new to faith can resist.

"Well, it turns out it's this rare magical power of petrification. It's really weird."

"With this kind of bloodline magical power, it seems that you, the elder of this little guy, must be extraordinary."

When the real magical power and secret method was revealed in front of his eyes, the old monk Fa Zhi finally realized what the previous blazing gray light was for.

With such a strong meaning of Tao and Dharma filling it, it is not unusual for it to resist the power of the Mantra and Buddha's mantra which is also the power of Tao. However, it is precisely because of this that the inexplicable meaning in the dry eyes of the old monk Fazhi becomes more and more intense.

If he was just surprised before, now he is sure.

This green-robed snake demon was definitely not suppressed by the Mantra Buddha's mantra. I don't know what mysterious method was used to offset that pressure!

Because as soon as this powerful bloodline magical power came out, the old monk Fazhi immediately realized that the magical power and secret method used by the little guy in front of him was definitely at the same level of power as the mantra.

Would a being with such powerful power pretend to be an ordinary monk and come to worship the mountain?

It's impossible even if you think about it.

So this green-robed snake demon definitely had another purpose when he came to Nanshan Temple.

After all, a monster that can inherit a complete bloodline and magical powers must have a lot of blood-devouring skills.

Their bloodline heritage includes everything.

This is something engraved in the bones of his genes, which is really hard for outsiders to imagine.

And judging from the current state of this little guy, although he seems to have Buddhist charm, in fact his eyes are clear and he is always calm and composed.

It is in sharp contrast to the dozen or so Buddhist disciples next to him who have turned into disciples.

Under such circumstances, there are only two possibilities for maintaining such an elegant and elegant demeanor.

One is that his nature is like this; the other is that he has not been affected by the Diamond Sutra at all.

The old monk Fazhi is sure that it is the second situation.

So Monk Fazhi was waiting for the demon cultivator to tell him the reason.

Also give him a chance to explain his trip.

If the explanation is not sufficient, the Buddha will also be angry.

"I dare to ask Elder Fa Zhi, there is a street in Nancheng, and there is a monk who lives on the street for a long time."

"Suddenly one day, the monk disappeared in the city."

"I wonder what the elder should do?"

Luo Yan knew very well that when he took action to resist the Buddha's light hand seal, he had already been exposed.

It's just that the old monk didn't take action directly.

Now that things have developed, he has almost figured out the reasons why the whole thing happened.

The goal has been achieved, Luo Yan can withdraw his consciousness and leave at any time.

However, seeing that the old monk still had no intention of taking action, he boldly asked questions.

An explanation is better, but it doesn't matter much if there is no answer.

It would be better if the final answer was clearer.

"Oh, is it really a little guy who came from another realm?"

"As a poor monk, I know that any junior who can cultivate at the second-level realm and block my entry into the Buddhist power of the family realm is by no means an easy matter."

"Such a proud man of heaven has reached such a state, how come he still has no disciple?"

The old monk Fazhi shook his head, his expression not changing much.

It was obvious that he had anticipated all this when the gray light bloomed.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk Fazhi chanted the Buddha's name softly, his white eyebrows raised horizontally, and the Buddha's light burst out from his body, as if the Buddha had come to the world.

The golden space was filled with the sound of chanting Brahma sutras.

"The monks of this temple are only allowed to open the gate a few times every hundred years."

"And it is also restricted to locations within Nancheng."

"But the Buddha is so majestic, so how can his followers be so lacking?"

"Therefore, the brilliance of Buddha should be respected by the world."

"But in this Beiliu city, there are many evil people who don't understand the true words of my Buddha. It's really disrespectful to my Buddha."

If this passage spoken by the old monk Fazhi falls on the ears of someone who is confused, it will naturally be a riddle.

Refuse to tell the truth.

Or boastful.

But for Luo Yan, as soon as these words came out, he instantly confirmed many of his previous suspicions.

The so-called Nanshan Dharma Conference is actually prepared to expand the number of Buddhist believers.

Attending puja is not scary.

The terrible thing is that the monks who attended the ceremony were greedy and took those 'star sunflowers'.

This has a causal relationship with Nanshan Temple.

At this time, coupled with the chanting sounds at the Dharma gathering, it will become a reminder.

Let those monks who are not strong-minded begin to recognize the concepts of the scriptures from the bottom of their hearts.

Thus taking refuge in the so-called Buddha.

This is where Buddhist followers come from!

At a simple glance, it feels mysterious and majestic, but in fact it is not difficult to guess the cause and effect relationship.

Luo Yan even had a rough judgment on this before he even went up the mountain.

But when I heard the captivating Sanskrit chanting, I was convinced of this.

Precisely because the preaching of Nanshan Temple was too overbearing and unreasonable, it was boycotted by many great monks in Beiliu City.

In the end, after many negotiations between all parties, there were two opportunities to open the mountain gate in a hundred years.

And every time the gate of the mountain is opened, the target of recruiting believers cannot be aimed at the disciples and disciples of the big forces.

After all, a missionary method like Nanshan Temple is simply too scary.

Even the monk's spiritual consciousness was deprived.

What’s the point of such a practice if it loses its true meaning?

Therefore, the monks of Nanshan Temple preached, and naturally the major forces in Beiliu City jointly resisted.

If these guys are allowed to do whatever they want, that kind of terrifying Sanskrit sound will fill the sky over the entire city.

By then, maybe the entire monks in Beiliu City will become the territory of the Buddha Sect.

This is something that many forces cannot agree to.

However, precisely because the previous conditions were too restrictive, every time Nanshan Temple opened its gate, the casual cultivators around Nancheng would be included in the scope of missionary work.

People from other sects would generally not come and actively cause trouble during this period.

This is the tacit understanding of all the forces in Beiliu City.

After all, Nanshan Temple is one of the branch temples of Thousand Buddhas Temple. The top powers should be treated like the top powers.

After the scene before him, Luo Yan also understood the secret of becoming a Buddha in the physical body.

So for those who are missing, whether it's becoming a Buddhist follower or a monk at Nanshan Temple.

The results are already determined.

There is no need to explore the real reason.

"It seems like you, junior, have finally figured it out."

The old monk Fazhi was smiling, but his skinny face was like a glaring Vajra.

"Although our Buddha is compassionate, he is also angry, so the existence of the Dharma Protector Vajra exists."

"Those who rashly disturb the Buddha's rest should be punished in the most severe way."

"Amitabha."

"Businessman, are you ready to face the wrath of my Buddha?"

In the Buddha's light in front of the old monk Fazhi, nine mysterious and mysterious mantras slowly condensed.

As soon as the nine-character mantra came out, the entire golden space became a sea of ​​Buddha's light.

Dazzling, majestic, majestic.

(End of this chapter)