Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Lu Chenjia mobilized the temples and asked the monks to persuade the people to relocate. It must be said that the monks' words were much more effective than those of a princess like her.

Even the old monk Guanlian is so busy that he is rarely seen all day.

Qinghuan was responsible for taking care of a group of young monks in the temple. Fortunately, after Lu Chenjia let go, he stayed in Qingjing Temple all day, which helped him a lot.

Lu Chenjia likes chatting with Qinghuan. She can learn a lot from Qinghuan's words from time to time. What's more, she is surrounded by a group of innocent and cute little monks, which makes her smile all the time.

Qinghuan was also happy to give her some advice.

Dark clouds are always hovering overhead, and the peaceful days will not last forever.

On this day, Qing Huanzheng talked to Lu Chenjia about the Buddhist "physical body". Qing Huanzheng said: "Your White Pagoda Temple should have a "view of impurity", right? I have seen an ascetic monk perform it.

The so-called "contemplation of impurity" means to contemplate the body as impure, feelings as suffering, the mind as impermanent, and dharma as without self!
View the body as the aggregate of form, view feelings as the aggregate of feeling, view the mind as the aggregate of consciousness, view dharma as the aggregate of thought, and the two aggregates of action. All five aggregates are empty. This is to tell yourself that your body is dirty and you should not spend all day around this shell of color.

Lu Chenjia said dissatisfiedly: "I wash every day, my body is very clean."

A group of young monks with the character "Qing" in their names also said, "We also take a bath and are very clean."

Qing Huan smiled and said, "The surface is clean, but the skin, hair, nails, flesh, bones, internal organs, everything is clean, and they will eventually rot...

Therefore, we must give up self-pity and self-love, and not regard the body as an object of desire. We must cultivate the desire to leave the body..."

Having said that, Qinghuan paused, sighed slightly, and looked in a certain direction.

It finally started.

Lu Chenjia didn't notice Qing Huan's expression. He snorted and said, "Ye Hongyu told me that you have bad intentions and you can't hide it from me. Are you saying this to..."

Then she noticed Qinghuan's eyes, and looked in the direction he was looking, but saw nothing.

Without waiting for her to ask, Qing Huan retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "Yes, didn't I say it before? You are now worthy of my lust."

Lu Chenjia didn't pay attention to his words, but thought of something. Her pretty face turned pale and she said, "The daughter of Hades... Ning Que confronted them?"

Qing Huan sighed, shook his head helplessly and said: "This old monk..."

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There is a small stream running through Chaoyang City. There is a small courtyard beside the stream in a certain district of the city. A black crow is perched on a green tree at the gate of the courtyard.

Luo Ke Di of Xiling stood at the door side by side with Qi Mei of the Hanging Temple, followed by eighteen Xiling Divine Guards wearing red cloaks.

The murderous intent in them was too strong, or it could be said that it was not concealed at all. There were no ordinary people around, otherwise the unbridled murderous intent of this group of people would be enough to suffocate ordinary people to death.

A practitioner at a higher level, especially one at the level of knowing destiny, can kill a practitioner at a lower level with just one look.

But for ordinary people, practitioners can reap the lives of ordinary people in large numbers without even taking a look.

Not to mention the control of the vital energy of heaven and earth, the difference in mental power alone is not even on the same dimension.

This is the difference between practitioners and ordinary people!
If the ordinary people nearby had not been relocated, who knows how many bodies would have been shattered by Ning Que's arrow after it pierced through Luo Kedi.

Neither side made any move for the time being. Those outside the courtyard were waiting, while those inside were checking their weapons.

They were waiting for the chief monk of the Hanging Temple to enter the city to completely cut off the possibility of the other party escaping.

Ning Que, who had just checked the weapons and equipment in the yard, did not wait any longer, but took action boldly, and the first attack was the Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

Suddenly, a very round hole appeared on the wooden door of the courtyard. A dark and sharp iron arrow, ignoring time, flew through a distance of dozens of feet and hit Luo Kedi's left shoulder!

As the leader of Xiling Temple, Luo Ke Di is not only in the middle realm of knowing destiny, but also has experienced countless battles over the past few decades and has extremely rich combat experience.

But facing the arrow, he had no other choice but to use all his strength to activate the talisman attached to his armor to block it. As a result, he was still sent flying backwards as if hit by a sledgehammer, with his shoulder directly pierced... After all, he still underestimated Ning Que.

Eighteen Xiling Divine Guards held sword hilts in their hands, their red cloaks fluttering in the wind. Their momentum was so powerful and astonishing that it looked like an army of thousands as they charged towards the courtyard.

The seven masters followed closely behind.

The battle broke out like this, and people continued to join in...

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Guanlian has been helping to evacuate people from the city these days. Qingjing Mosque is not like other temples. Once an order is given, many monks will obey.

He was not like other monks who enforced the rules directly, beating or even killing those who disobeyed.

Guanlian could only drag his old body, knock on doors from house to house, and then persuade people earnestly, which made his efficiency extremely low.

That day, Guanlian was trying to persuade a family to move out as usual, but was pushed out by someone.

The old man staggered backwards and accidentally bumped into someone.

He was an old monk wearing a straw hat, of course not as old as Guanlian. He was holding a staff and walking very slowly.

He reached out and helped Guanlian.

After Guanlian stood firm, he put his hands together and said, "Thank you, Master."

The old monk seemed to know what was going on here, and said, "Since they don't want to move, why force them?" Guan Lian shook his head and said, "This is a matter of life and death, so even if we have to force it, we have to ask!"

The old monk raised his palm and said, "Everyone has his own destiny. If you force it, it will all be in vain."

Guan Lian's face was full of wrinkles, and he smiled and said, "Bu Kong, I'm still alive!"

The old monk did not continue arguing with him. He chanted the Buddha's name and continued walking forward.

He walked very slowly, and his body felt unusually heavy, as if his feet were tightly connected to the earth, and every step was extremely difficult.

Seeing the direction he was heading, Guan Lian hurriedly caught up and said, "A fight between practitioners is about to break out here. It's very dangerous. Master, please stop for now."

One walked and the other followed, they walked across the street and turned a corner. The ruins in front of them suddenly shocked Guanlian.

A large area of ​​houses collapsed, and there were more than a dozen corpses and seriously injured people among the ruins.

A young man holding a knife and carrying a sickly little girl on his back was rushing towards here, but stopped in time. One of his feet broke the bluestone slab and created a deep gully.

The scene fell silent for a short while.

A seriously injured old woman struggled to get up, her eyes full of resentment, and she panted and sneered, "The chief lecturer is here, Ning Que, where can you escape to?"

Ning Que didn't say anything, he just drew his bow and shot an arrow, a Yuan Thirteen Arrow.

The old monk did not move or waver, and had no intention of dodging.

With a whoosh, the iron arrow hit the old monk's heart, as if it had hit a steel plate. Then the hard arrow body suddenly bent, bounced back and fell down, landing in front of the old monk's feet with a crisp sound.

Ning Que's hands began to tremble.

It seemed as if everything had reached a desperate situation. Everyone around was waiting, and Qu Nimadi's resentful laughter was full of satisfaction.

The old monk, the chief lecturer, looked at Sangsang on Ning Que's back with a compassionate look, and the hand holding the Zen stick was slightly raised...

But just as he raised his hand, he stopped, as a pair of old hands were holding it tightly.

Everyone was stunned.

The chief lecturer turned his head and looked at Guanlian beside him and asked, "Do you know what happened here?"

Guanlian held the arm of the lecturer with all his strength, like an ant clinging to a tree, and said, "I once had a disciple who told me everything."

The chief lecturer said, "If that's the case, then why are you trying to stop me?"

Guan Lian said seriously: "She is just a poor little girl. It is wrong for you to do this."

Qu Nimadi shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!"

These words were recognized by everyone. Everyone here could see that the old monk was only "perceiving" and had not even entered the real world. Moreover, he was old and frail, and was worse than an ordinary person.

But what he wanted to stop was the legend in the spiritual world, the Buddha on earth, and the chief lecturer of the Hanging Temple!

The gap between the two sides is so huge that "inconceivable" is not enough to describe it.

Guanlian responded to Qu Nimadi very seriously, saying: "If I die, I can let this little girl live, then I am willing to do so."

The chief lecturer was very patient and said, "She is the daughter of Hades. If she doesn't die, the world will be destroyed... Even so, do you still want to stop me?"

Guan Lian shook her head and said, "I don't know what the destruction of the world has to do with a little girl. I only know that there is a life waiting for me to save... maybe two, or more."

What a pedantic monk.

Everybody was watching, and everybody knew that if the chief lecturer only had to shake his arm slightly, the whole body of the ignorant old monk in front of him would be shattered.

So everyone is waiting.

But the chief lecturer allowed the other party to hold his arm, with an embarrassed look on his face.

Neither Xiling nor the monk dared to attack, because attacking the old monk would mean that the direction of the attack would also be towards the chief lecturer.

This is disrespectful!
But Qu Nimadi did not have such concerns. With the last bit of her strength, she threw the iron rod in her hand towards the old monk.

Even though she was seriously injured, this one strike was enough to kill ten such old and frail "Perception" realm masters.

However, the flying iron rod suddenly bounced back inexplicably, rebounding at a faster speed and hitting Qu Nimadi's chest.

With the sound of her sternum breaking, Qu Nimadi vomited blood and flew out...

"Amitabha!"

The solemn Buddhist proclamation resounded. Upon hearing this proclamation, many people's faces changed, and Ning Que even breathed a sigh of relief.

Wearing a moon-white monk robe that swayed slightly in the breeze, Qinghuan walked over step by step, his face solemn and his demeanor holy. Even the bloody smell at the scene became peaceful.

Walking into the middle of the crowd, Qing Huan flicked his sleeves, looked around, and finally landed on the head of the lecture hall, and said calmly:

"Which bastard dares to attack the old monk? The Buddha will immediately save him!" (End of this chapter)