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Chapter 41
"I'm still just a child!" Xia Wuji said softly, using the spiritual mystic technique, like a thunderbolt, struck the entire Sutra Pavilion, causing the monks present to tremble.

Yeah, he's still a kid.

Even if he did something wrong, he should be forgiven, not simply killed.

"Although Tan Yue is young, since he has done wrong things, he should be responsible for his own wrong things." Abbot Xinhu said calmly, his face was calm and woke up all the monks.

Regardless of whether it is a child or not, trespassing on the forbidden area of ​​Shaolin should be punished.

Times have changed, backgrounds have changed.Although Xia Wuji was only nine years old, he was actually not young in ancient times when he could get married and have children at the age of twelve or thirteen.

Second, "I'm just a kid" is mainly to absolve oneself.Nothing like the classic "he's just a kid" morality quote.

The last point, which is also the most important point, is that without morality, one will not be kidnapped.

For an old Jianghu veteran like Abbot Xinhu, it is really impossible to kidnap him morally.

"However, Tanyue is still young, if he is willing to commit a butcher's knife and convert to my Buddha, he may not be unable to achieve a positive result." Xinhu held the Buddha beads and smiled, showing his true nature of compassion.

Xia Wuji shook his head: "The monk is joking, I don't practice good fruits on weekdays, I just like killing people and setting fires. If I worship the Buddha as the leader, I'm afraid it will disturb the purity of Buddhism."

"I don't cultivate good fruits in my life, but love to kill and set fire." Abbot Xinhu said aloud, thought for a moment, and took a deep look at Xia Wuji: "This sentence seems vulgar, but it contains very Zen ideas. It's not over yet, you Sure enough, there is a predestined relationship with my Buddha."

"I have blood on my hands, I have killed many times, and I have a relationship with Buddha with a hammer." Xia Wuji rolled his eyes and said bluntly: "What's more, I am still a single heir for nine generations, and I am in charge of passing on the family line."

However, the monk was right, Xia Wuji's words just now did contain Zen ideas.

This phrase was originally written by Hua Monk Lu Zhishen when he was sitting down.

"I don't practice good fruits all my life, but love to kill and set fire. Suddenly, I broke the golden rope and broke the jade lock here. Hey! A letter from the tide on the Qiantang River, today I know that I am me."

That Monk Hua is one of the few remaining consciences on Mount Liang. He laughed and scolded all his life, but he is a true master with profound Buddhist principles.

Abbot Xinhu's face was serious, he shouted loudly, and his tongue burst into thunder: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Butcher knife, instantly become a Buddha!"

"Immediately become a Buddha!"

"Becoming a Buddha..."

The old monk's lion's roar reverberated throughout the scripture-depositing pavilion, his voice was endless.

The ears of the monks all around were buzzing and trembling, as if they were being slapped in the face, all distracting thoughts were gone, and they were willing to take refuge in my Buddha.

"It's more like a dog barking."

Xia Wuji shook his head, and said indifferently, "It's very difficult for a good person, but a bad person can become a Buddha after putting down the butcher's knife. Is it because the person holding the butcher's knife is strong enough, as long as he converts to my Buddha, he can become a Dharma protector. Double sticks, to open up territory for the Buddha, are more useful than those good people who have no power to restrain chickens. It seems that I will kill more people in the future and become a stronger thug. But compared to advanced thugs, I think Still, the position of the general manager is more attractive to me."

The monks around stared angrily. If the abbot hadn't given the order, he would have killed this evil person who slandered the Buddha long ago.

"Amitabha, for a person like Tanyue, putting down the butcher's knife is probably much more difficult than 81."

Abbot Xinhu didn't get angry, he just chanted the Buddha's name and said in a low voice: "What's more, the reason why all living beings are kind is because they don't have the power to pick up the butcher's knife. Once they have this power, I'm afraid they will be worse than demons and heretics." Be scary."

"That's true. Monk, you have some wisdom." Xia Wuji smiled and said, "Then I will ask you a question. If you can answer me, I will be willing to worship the Buddha as the chief executive officer and wait for his orders."

"Tan Yue, please tell me."

Xia Wuji said: "Before talking about this question, please tell me, the abbot, whether the Buddha has great compassion and great magic power?"

Abbot Xinhu said with a smile: "This is natural. My Buddha has boundless power, great supernatural powers, and immeasurable compassion to save all living beings."

"Really?"

"As it is."

"Since he has great compassion and great magic power. Then why are there still killings and disputes in this world, why are there starvation for thousands of miles, why is this world not a pure land of bliss, why... are there still people like me?"

Xia Wuji asked coldly.

After thinking for a moment, the Buddhist disciples present couldn't help sweating.

Yes, if the Buddha really had great compassion and great magic power, he would have turned this world into a pure land of bliss, instead of fighting all day long and bleeding.

This can only illustrate one point.

If the Buddha really had boundless mana, he would not have the boundless compassion to save all living beings.If he really has boundless compassion, he will not have boundless mana.

This is a contradiction!
For a moment, the pious Buddhist believers in the field were shaken by it.

Does the Buddha have boundless mana or infinite compassion?
Or, everything is just their fantasy, and there is no so-called Buddha and Bodhisattva at all.

"Think slowly, I will go first."

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was dazed, Xia Wuji's figure floated away and flew out of the window.

"Let's go!"

The head of the heart candle did not fall into this contradictory proposition, he shouted loudly, and made a sound like a big bell, surging like a tide, and rolling like a torrent, oppressing Xia Wuji.

The depth of this person's internal strength has reached a level that people in the Jianghu can hardly imagine.

At the same time, his left hand formed a seal, and his right hand, as thin as a rotten tree, suddenly pressed towards Xia Wuji's chest.

In the sky, Xia Wuji's eyes appeared many visions, like a Buddha several feet high, when he slapped it with one palm, it turned into thousands of phantoms, rushing over like overwhelming the sky.

Thousands of hands like palms!
"Hey, you monks, why do you like to yell before fighting? This is a manifestation of mania, which is not good."

Xia Wuji didn't dodge either, and just slapped it out with a palm.

A seemingly simple palm, but halfway through, it turned into hundreds of thousands of palm shadows, one layer after another, seemingly endless, continuously blasting towards the heart candle.

Thirteen styles of Tianxin.

——Cold rain style.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
At this moment, there were hundreds of thunderbolt-like collision sounds, continuous like thunder.

All of a sudden, Xia Wuji's countless palm images merged into a simple palm, which instantly tore apart the phantom image of the Buddha and slapped it on Xinzhu's chest.

boom!
Xin Zhu flew straight out, vomited blood while flying, smashed seven or eight bookshelves one after another, and managed to stop the decline, but the whole person was buried in the pile of books.

But Xia Wuji relied on the strength of this palm, floated out and disappeared in the scripture storage pavilion.

(End of this chapter)