Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan glared at Xiao'an, and the two men went up along the mountain road. They wouldn't go to the mortal one step by step, and quickly walked over the crowd. In a blink of an eye, they came to the foot of the Big Buddha Mountain, in front of the mountain gate of the Tianlong Temple. \\network

It is no longer possible to move forward here. Two up to ten feet of guardian gods will stand on the left and right sides of the mountain gate. They will stand on their chests and chests. They will hold weapons and look at them. They think they are two sculptures.

However, in the midst of a sudden change of eyeballs, Li Qingshan’s body was slightly stagnation. “It’s not a Tianlong Temple. Come."

Looking back, thousands of houses were built at the foot of the mountain. There are ordinary monks guiding the believers, living in the houses, arranging food, and even distributing silver.

Different from the temples of the past, the Tianlong Temple, such as the Zen Gate, does not require the mortal money of the mortal, nor does it depend on the occupation of the land for a living. It only needs the people to contribute their faith. It will be accumulated for thousands of years. What a power of terror.

"Who is under the order, why not worship?"

Like a wall on the high wall of the city wall, a clerk asked loudly that he was different from the mortal monks, but a refiner, the true disciple of the Tianlong Temple. Tens of thousands of people worship at the square at the foot of the mountain. The figure of Li Qingshan standing is particularly conspicuous.

Especially Xiao An went all the way, and all the people who saw her were all stunned. The young man even forgot to bow down and looked straight at her. The customer looked at Xiao An and couldn’t help but squat, then he lowered his head and read a few words, "Amitabha."

Li Qingshan said: "We are not believers, but come to see the Zen master."

"The silent light master retreats and retreats, no foreigners, you still go back!"

The voice of Zhike’s voice has not fallen. In the majestic temple on the Great Foshan Mountain, a golden light suddenly rises, and it falls into the front of the mountain gate and turns into an old man. It is the Zen Master of Silence, who is looking at Xiao An with relief.

"Intention, you are finally here."

"Uncle Silence." The client was taken aback and quickly saluted.

The Zen Master of Silence often lives in the first place of the Bodhi Institute, and his temperament is faint and quiet. Even the pro-disciples, there are very few changes in the look that can be seen, but today they are personally greeted by two small foundation-based monks, and it is rare to see such a look.

Xiao'an's well-behaved hands clasped together, and he said: "Master."

"Come with me!" The Zen master of Silent Light waved his sleeves, and the huge mountain gate behind him slammed open, and the sun passed through, falling on the face of Li Qingshan, narrowing his eyes.

"The door is open!" "The door is open!"

The mountain came and shouted, the Tianlong Temple, the mountain gate, does not open on weekdays. The disciples of the Tianlong Temple also enter and exit from the small door below, so that the door opens, unless it is to welcome the guests.

The Zen Master of Silence looked at Xiao An and waved his sleeve.

At the top of the mountain, the melodious bells sounded, first, then the mountains and the tops and hundreds of bells rang together, overshadowed the Sanskrit chanting, and spread throughout the Great Foshan. [墨坛文学.22mt./duzun/]

The clerk was also stunned, and Li Qingshan and Xiao An were looked up and down. They said that the two Zhuji monks were two Jindan monks and were not qualified to accept such courtesy.

This woman seems to be the close disciple of the Shuguang Guangshu master, but it is only a disciple, it is even more unqualified.

The golden light is everywhere, the bells are ringing, and the momentum is magnificent.

Li Qingshan’s heart is slightly safe. It seems that this Zen master is still very important to Xiao’an, so he will not be bullied. In fact, this is purely a worry for him. With the strength of Xiao’an, the whole Kyushu, there are several people who can bully her. .

The Zen Master of Silence walked in the front, Xiao An followed closely, and Li Qingshan followed up. The Zen Master of the Light returned to look at him. Li Qingshan smiled and the Zen Master did not say anything.

Xiao An greeted the glory and stepped into the Tianlong Temple. Her seaweed-like hair was covered with a golden light.

The entire Dafo Mountain was alarmed, and the first of the courtyards went out of the gate and looked out at the gate.

In the first place of yours, the Zen Master of Silence has always been low-key and indifferent to the world. Today, he has made such a high-profile move, which has surprised many people.

This represents the entire Tianlong Buddhist Temple, expressing courtesy and respect to a new disciple, and also expressing its emphasis on the entire Tianlong Temple, so that everyone, even the abbot of the Tianlong Temple, should not be underestimated.

But is she worthy?

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The towers of the floating towers are like a forest, covering the sun and emitting a touch of golden light. Containing wonderful power, this power is not tyrannical, but it is like sunshine and rain, and it is silent, with a gentle compassion, which is convincing.

Among them, the relics of the sorghums of the past sacred, the relics are equivalent to the golden sects of the ordinary practitioners, only after the second catastrophe can be condensed, and by this endless Tallinn, you can feel the accumulation of the Tianlong Temple. How profound.

I don’t think that I can feel this kind of majesty in the distance. These floating towers are all open outside, and many of them are much taller than Li Qingshan’s demon deity.

Li Qingshan said in his heart: "These towers are probably not just for commemoration, but are integrated with the entire Big Buddha Mountain. I am afraid it is also a certain defensive position."

Xiao Anmu does not squint, as if walking in Tallinn, watching with thousands of eyes, but walking alone in the open forest.

The Zen Master of Lone Light smiled a little, and many observers in the Tianlong Temple also secretly praised it. This “one-eyed” discouragement is indeed unusual.

Look at Li Qingshan, look around and look forward to it, as if visitors to visit historical sites, but also do not move for this Tallinn.

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Big Buddha Golden Top, Daxiong Hall.

Li Qingshan has never seen such a magnificent palace, as if it is another mountain on the mountain, knowing that this is the "Buddha Head" of the Great Foshan.

Looking into the hall, I came to the center of the Buddha, up to Baizhang, overlooking the people. Bodhisattva Luohan is divided into two parts, as well as King Kong, Indigo, and Long Xiang, the total number of forests, depicting the Buddha's life.

A pair of hands clasped together, standing in front of the Buddha, no need to have no hair, wearing a red cicada, about forty years old, a pair of scorpions but deep as the sea.

Different from the impression of Li Qingshan, the image of the monks who are compassionate and contemptuous. Although the middle-aged monk is not moving, it implies a strong and majestic phase. Its height is not seven feet high. However, standing in front of the Baizhang Buddha, it does not appear short. Instead, it has a fearless spirit with the Buddha.

It is the incumbent abbot of Tianlong Temple that is not afraid of shackles. It is also one of the "King of the Kings" worshipped by the Daxia Dynasty. Beside him, it is the first of the various houses. It is described as different, there are old and young, there are men. There are women, some kind of kindness, some are gloomy, some have hair, some have no hair.

But the breath that exudes is stronger than one. Although Li Qingshan has killed a few Jindan monks, he is not willing to care about any of them, let alone the "fearless". If there is a ambition in his heart, he can hardly look directly.

The same is the foundation of the monk, Fu Qingying who was born in the Tibetan sword palace can sweep a large piece. Gu Yanying does not care about ordinary Jindan monks, but in the face of the dragon dragon holding the dragon sword, it will also be tricky. The secluded singer also showed his terrorist power in the face of Li Qingshan. Even if the realm is the same, the strength is different.

None of the three major sects in Qingzhou is a name for the waves. The King of the Golden Jubilee was ranked seventy-two demon kings thousands of years ago. He wants to sing this dragon, and he has to rely on the opportunity to make a trick.

If Xiao An goes to the Bodhi House with Silent Master, he will never have this battle. Normally, it will let Xiao An go to the front of each hospital to meet the first one after he settles in, and he wants to see "not afraid of it", but he needs more opportunities.

But since the Zen Master of Silence has opened the door of the mountain, ringing the bronze bell. Tianlong Temple naturally has to react to verify whether this "one-in-one" has such qualifications and is treated like this.

The greater the courtesy, the greater the pressure. The Zen master of Minguang waited outside Xiaoan for a moment, stepping into the Daxiong Hall, and bowed to a vacancy.

As a master, he has given Xiao An the opportunity. If you can grasp it, you will see her. If you can succeed and prove yourself, it will be endless glory. The entire Tianlong Temple will support her practice. If it fails, it is ridiculous and generous, and it seems that he is unclear and does not work.

Xiao An slightly decapitated Li Qingshan, Li Qingshan raised his thumb and encouraged her.

She walked barefoot through the high threshold, stepped into the Great Hall of the Great Hall, looked up at me like a Buddha, looked down and looked down, and then looked down at the light on the ground, his figure, slowly stepping forward, in Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, sit on the empty futon.

One shouted: "Seeing Buddha does not worship, arrogant and rude."

Xiao Andao: "Clay sculpture, where is the Buddha?"

"Buddha shines, Pudu sentient beings, omnipresent."

"See me is me, I don't see all beings."

Li Qingshan knows that he has begun to argue. Although he doesn't understand much, he also hears Xiao'an's toughness, and his heart is secretly anxious: "It is serious to join Pinglong Temple in peace, why bother with them, that 'not afraid of people' like it Name, it is not good at first sight, if it is annoyed, I am not good."

The first questions were taken in turn, like a blast, and the face was covered. ~www.readwn.com~ loudly rebuked. Xiao An face is expressionless, and the voice responds without any confusion.

Li Qingshan suddenly found out that the Zen master of Silence was standing still and smiling at the corner of his mouth. He seemed very satisfied and turned his head. Many disciples of the Tianlong Temple were standing outside the hall, listening calmly, and if they had income, they lost. ”

Then I let go of my heart. "The original monk would have eaten this set."

On the third day of the day, the words in the Daxiong Hall are hard to find. Xiao An answered freely, such as the big beads and beads falling into the jade plate.

The first ones are secretly convinced, so that the wisdom of the roots can be a big gift.

The fearless embarrassment that has been silent for a moment, suddenly stepped forward, and became a golden glory, turned into a hundred-footed King Kong, glaring at Xiao An, holding the Tianzhu general konjac, and suddenly slammed in the hall.

With a bang, the hall is hollow and the cracks are like weaving. Apparently it was the real anger of Thunder.

The konjac slammed down.

"Devil!" (To be continued)

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