Chapter 1941 Buddhas Do Not Cross People, Monks Cross People

The future king is silent, and the words of the Buddha are not difficult to understand, but understanding is one thing, and one's own ideas are another.

Besides, they have made a lot of preparations for the snake demon, and it is impossible and impossible to give up. The doom has already begun, and they are also the robbers.

"Equality is just talk, there is never true equality."

In the future, Wang calmly said words that were enough to make countless believers lose their faith in Buddhism. If they didn't make it clear, everyone would think they didn't see it. It's common to deceive oneself.

The lights flickered slightly, and the golden Buddha statue opened his eyes at some point, staring at the middle-aged monk indifferently, his face still neither happy nor sad.

Several old monks sat cross-legged into meditation, and their positions seemed to be very special, similar to array eyes.

The body of the future king was shrouded in a faint white light, and the whole body was perfect as if the real Buddha had come to the world, and there was a faint sound of Sanskrit, and he recited unknown scriptures.

"You really want to stop me from waiting?"

The soft candlelight was replaced with golden Buddha light at some point, solemn and solemn, and extremely restrained against evil things.

The scriptures and calligraphy hanging on the wall trembled, and the ink marks detached and condensed into scriptures in mid-air, exuding a terrifying atmosphere in the circulation.

The Lord Buddha never spoke.

The future king frowned slightly: "What's the meaning of this? This is the operating rules of Tianlan Continent. Can you change the entire Buddhist sect with your own power? Besides, after the snake demon enters the mountain gate, you will be able to practice advanced Buddhism, isn't it better than now? Countless times better?"

The Lord Buddha frowned, and these words were from a high position, as if they were some kind of charity. He never considered the idea of ​​snakes and demons. To put it bluntly, it was actually for his own interests.

Even Buddhist monks are also unavoidably affected by the environment they are in, and they also limit their vision. After all, only a small number of people can see clearly and long-term.

"But please be at ease." The Lord Buddha just stood there, not paying attention to the changes around him. "Since you have encountered it, you can't turn a blind eye to it. That's enough."

This is also what he now thinks of Buddha and the Dharma.

Maybe Wutian was right in a way, but he was never wrong.

The future king was not surprised by the Buddha's words. He didn't think that his simple words would make the other party retreat. Maybe it was to convince himself, or maybe it was for some other reason that this conversation was necessary.

Moreover, the other party is only a trace of spiritual sense, no matter how high his original realm is, how much strength can he show now?

"I haven't asked your Excellency your name." The future king's breath continued to rise under the blessing of the formation.

The Lord Buddha's face was calm, as if the surrounding things had nothing to do with him, his hands were folded and his eyes were slightly lowered.

"Buddhas don't cross people, monks cross people, they're just an ordinary little monk."

On a rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River, the Jinfeng Temple by the Wangjiang River suddenly burst into a bright golden Buddha light, almost illuminating the entire world.

The Sanskrit sound bursts, the flowers rained all over the sky, the dark clouds that had been obscured for a long time were broken, and the bright white moon hung in the night sky, sprinkled with water and moonlight.

Many saw a sight they will never forget.

Two giant Buddha shadows stand in the twilight, the treasures are solemn, and they seem to be facing each other. One of them is smiling but not smiling, with a flawless face like a legendary fairy, and the other is an ordinary person, ordinary but impressive. Don't open your eyes, go back to the basics.

There are different opinions as to the cause and result.

Some people say that it was two eminent monks from Jinfeng Temple talking about Taoism in the middle of the night. The shadow of the Buddha is just a manifestation of their power, and they are already real Buddhas in the world. Others say that it is because some foreign monks came to Jinfeng Temple and did something to them. It's not pleasing to the eye, even if Buddhism is not united, some people say that there is a monk in Jinfeng Temple who became a Buddha, and one of the Buddha's shadows came to receive him and take him away from this mortal world...

Whether it's true or not, no one can tell.

Even the monks at Jinfeng Temple didn't know much about what happened that night. They slept soundly and didn't notice the abnormality in their environment at all.

Jinfeng Temple has not been damaged in any way, the ancient temple is still magnificent, and the sound of bells is empty and distant, as if it can wash people's hearts.

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The midsummer moon in the south of the Yangtze River is always drizzling, and it rains most of the time. The sound of the rain is pattering, and the incoming room becomes hazy, quiet and dreamy.

The big bed is very soft and comfortable, holding the pillow in white, curling up on the bed without the slightest image.

It may be because of the nature of snakes and demons. When sleeping, they always like to curl up into a ball, which makes them feel more secure.

Most of the fragrant shoulders are exposed outside, the smooth and white calves are looming under the skirt, and the long black hair is scattered under the body.

Xu Shi felt that the environment was too bright, so he turned over after muttering a few words, pulled up the quilt and covered his head and continued to sleep soundly.

Regular work and rest, early to bed and early to rise are indeed good habits. Occasionally sleeping in late and staying in bed is also good. Snakes are born for a long time, and life cannot be static. It is too boring.

It was not until noon that he was reluctant to get out of the bed.

Stretching and yawning, he tugged the long hair that got into his neck twice, the tulle slipped off, revealing half of his arms like a tender lotus root.

I slept soundly, feeling like I forgot something.

After washing up, I went back to the bedroom to change my clothes, and suddenly I saw the golden silk cloth falling on the ground, and then I remembered that I slept last night as if I had not dreamed.

Picking up the silk cloth and looking at the window carefully, I did not feel that there was much special. Of course, it may be that my own strength is too low to perceive. I have never felt that the cultivation base is invincible in the world.

I'm afraid I don't know how to die when I die.

At that time, snake teeth and snake scales will be used to refine weapons, snake blood will be used by those sect families to temper the physique of younger generations, snake venom and snake gallbladder will be used as medicinal materials, and snake meat will be eaten as a tonic. Lose……

Thinking of this, I couldn't help shivering, the picture was really scary.

Bai shook his head, put these thoughts aside, closed his eyes and carefully felt it, the inexplicable sense of crisis had disappeared, and it seemed that the matter had been resolved before she knew it.

He reached out and buckled his arm twice, and a scale that was as white as jade fell on the palm of his hand.

There are blood-colored lines on the scales, which were directly inscribed by Bai's own blood, and even infused with the power of the soul other than the original source. When he noticed his abnormality, he made this thing as soon as possible, even if there is no Buddha. The silk cloth given by the Lord can also easily escape.

As a monster native to the endless rainforest in southern Xinjiang, she has a keen sense of danger. Besides, the eldest sister has also taught her many strange ways to save her life. Living is the last word, and everything must be based on the premise of living. Down.

With a flick of a finger, the scales fell to the ground, and in a blink of an eye, she turned into a white-skirted girl who was indistinguishable from Bai. No matter her face or breath, she was exactly the same. The only difference was that there was no expression on her face, and even her eyes were indifferent like a puppet.

Bai came to the desk and sat down, the scale clone silently came to help comb his long hair, squinted his eyes and hummed softly, living a comfortable and comfortable life.