Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 48 The world is safe and secure, and it will live up to the Tathagata!
In front of the Buddhist hall, the young monk's tone was decisive.

As soon as this remark came out, Jue Wu and Jing Ming, who were eager to speak, were suddenly taken aback.

"Things in the world of mortals are nothing more than opening and closing, and they are forgotten in a flash, just like you"

Juewu couldn't help but speak again to the junior in front of him, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ji Qiu raising his hand: "Master, you don't need to say too much, this disciple is naturally sober and has thought clearly."

"You child, I'm afraid you are crazy!"

"Even if you have succeeded in crossing the world and reaching the realm of refining Qi, it is still the imperial capital of one dynasty!"

"Unless you become as supernatural as Patriarch Fa Yuan, you may not be able to compete with thousands of troops!"

The old monk spoke solemnly, then shook his head violently, and said bluntly:
"One word of love in the world has ruined the bright future of so many people. You child is now in a devil's barrier. I can't let you do whatever you want."

After saying that, Jue Wu stepped forward, stretched out his arm and patted Ji Qiu's shoulder, trying to restrain him.

Awakening transformed the strong martial arts zhenqi into heaven and earth aura. Although the amount was much less than before, the strength had increased countless times.

This time, with his cultivation in the mid-stage of Qi refining, he used the superior martial arts in Xuankong Temple, Xuankong Acupuncture Hand, just to control Ji Qiu and not make him act rashly on the spur of the moment.

However.
The figure in white clothes in front of him seemed to have sensed his intentions, drawing an afterimage on the spot, shaking like a frightened bird, and happened to escape the sudden attack of Juwu.

"Awakening Master Patriarch, don't worry."

"What should the disciple do, the mind is extremely clear-headed, and he will not do anything stupid."

"Don't stop me anymore."

Ji Qiu looked calm.

Then it crossed the enlightened body.

"You boy!"

The old monk in cassock turned his head in some doubts.

What this kid used just now was not some fairy art, but just an ordinary one-reed crossing the river.

However, the technique of crossing the river with a reed he used was even more subtle than what he had practiced for decades. After controlling it with spiritual energy, he couldn't touch his clothes, it was really outrageous!

"What a terrible talent"

Jue Wu turned around, his face a bit ugly.

As soon as the experts make a move, they will know if there is any.

After just a moment of confrontation, the old monk in the Sutra Pavilion knew very well that Ji Qiu's morality was higher than his own.

The best opportunity has already been missed, and even if he tried to stop it, he probably wouldn't be able to stop it.

Being watched by a group of eminent monks from the Xuankong Temple, Ji Qiu looked at himself calmly, and walked all the way to the Buddha statue in the middle of the Pudu Hall with his cuffs in hand.

Looking at the huge Buddha statue with a golden body sitting upright, with a solemn and coercive expression, Ji Qiu lit three sticks of incense, and first put them in front of the altar.

Then put his palms together, bowed slightly and took two steps back, knelt down on the futon, chanted a scripture in his mouth, and said in a low voice:

"Disciple Zhenru, today I will withdraw my name as a monk from the Xuankong Temple and return to lay life voluntarily."

"From then on, the layman's name will be restored, and the nickname is: Jiqiu."

The sun was shining, and the Buddha statue and the young monk at the bottom, oh no, it should be called a young man now, were dyed with a layer of gold.

The monks and elders who came from the rear all showed complicated expressions when they heard the whispers of the young man who behaved seriously and voluntarily returned to secular life before kneeling in front of the futon.

Kowtow in front of the Buddha statue and return to the vulgar, this matter can no longer be changed.

What a buddhist buddhist, just because of a woman
Many elders felt a pity in their hearts.

This is not a pity because of the loss of a junior with outstanding military strength, but a pity because Ji Qiu has never forgotten it since he was a child.

This kind of knowledge of Buddhist and Taoist scriptures, which is almost at your fingertips, is like the reincarnation of the Buddha. It can be said that you are born knowing it!
The loss of such a Buddha child in the Buddha's veins is really a loss of Zen.

"Son, if you do this, you really won't regret it?"

Seeing Ji Qiu was about to get up, his master Jingming twisted the beads, with no sadness or joy on his face, and finally asked.

"Master, I communicated with you a few days ago, how did the disciple answer, and today's reply is still the same."

Ji Qiu stood up and replied softly, then looked at the elders, and performed the Buddhist ritual for the last time:

"Elders, for so many years, your disciples who have taken care of you have always remembered it in your heart."

"The kindness of Xuankong Temple, I dare not forget."

After saying that, after Ji Qiu nodded, he didn't stop and walked out of the hall with big strides.

At the back, there are temple Buddha statues, representing the way of Zen.

And ahead, it is the time of imitation, the regrets of a whole life and the lovesickness of a lifetime.

In the world, there is a dual-quantity method, and if you live up to it, you will live up to the law.

He promised Su Qixiu that no matter whether it is princes, generals, or martial arts myths, she can't ask her to do what she doesn't want.

A gentleman's promise is more important than Mount Tai.

How dare you forget?

In late autumn, the fallen leaves and withered branches were blown by the wind, and the dust that the young man stepped on was blown by the wind. Accompanied by his footsteps, he walked down the Hanging Temple Mountain step by step.

But the elders of Xuankong Temple, Jue Wu Jingming and others just watched, a little stunned.

Ever since Ji Qiu stepped into the Buddhist hall and returned to common life, they never stopped him.

Because neither Jingming nor Juewu saw the slightest hesitation or regret in the child's behavior and eyes.

Even if he is going to face the whole Dagan.

"That's all, let him go."

"Based on this kid's current cultivation, not to mention other things, at least it shouldn't be difficult to get out of the body."

"We can't make a decision for him, we're separated."

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, if you practice the deep prajna paramita for a long time, you will see that all five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships."

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing..."

The old monk let out a long sigh, chanted the Prajna Heart Sutra, and headed back towards the Sutra Pavilion.

Seeing this, the monks had different thoughts, but they didn't say much, so they had to leave separately, either chanting scriptures and Buddha, or practicing martial arts.

An incident seems to be over.

In fact, it was just the beginning of a storm.

dry all.

As an ancient capital with a history of nearly 300 years, it covers a very large area and is divided into the outer city and the inner city.

The outer city area is generally a place where ordinary businessmen and ordinary people live, and it is more lively.

Most of the people living in the inner city are dignitaries, princes and princes. According to the words of the common people, even if they pass by this place, they are more or less tainted with a little nobility.

As the capital of Dagan, Dagan Palace naturally falls in the center of the inner city, setting off the luxurious and luxurious Duke's Mansion and Marquis' Mansion, just like the bright moon surrounded by stars, solemn and dazzling.

Normally, if one wants to enter this palace, no one is qualified to approach unless it is a dignitary outside the palace.

As for those who dared to risk the disgrace of the world and came to forcefully break into this majestic palace, there were not many people who were not afraid of death.

Today, however, there is a white-clothed boy with a sword on his back, walking steadily and slowly.

(End of this chapter)