Lord Sword Immortal will not be defeated

Chapter 3 Guangli Bodhisattva
The next day.

After sleeping for four hours, Wang Li woke up on time.

Every time after a fixed period of [sleep], it is also the time when Wang Li feels that he is in the best state of mind and body.

After getting up, washing and changing clothes, Wang Li and Jing Yuan came to the gate of Bailong Temple to bid farewell.

"Do not forget the daily medicinal bath and decoction, so as not to leave hidden dangers." Jing Yuan still did not forget to advise before leaving.

Wang Li nodded.

"I have divided the Baicao Dan given by Uncle Qingwang into ten portions for you, take one every three days, don't eat too much, haste makes waste."

"Ok."

"You follow my order, you can go to most places in the temple, but don't go indiscriminately in the back mountain pagoda forest and other forbidden areas."

"Ah."

"It's best to stay in the Zhulin Temple, practice swords and read books in your spare time. If anyone comes to visit, you can tell me the truth, and I can return within ten days at most."

"it is good."

"You..."

"Pure Fate!!"

Jingyuan wanted to say more, the old monk named "Qinghuang" not far behind had already started to urge him, so he could only sigh softly, and gently rubbed Wang Li's head.

How wonderful it would be if this was a bald head!
Wang Li raised his eyes: Are you thinking about something impolite?
Jingyuan laughed loudly: "Go back!"

Wang Li nodded obediently, and watched the two go down the mountain.

From yesterday's words, it can be seen that the two are going to subdue the evil spirits, Wang Li actually also wants to meet the monsters in this world, mainly to take a critical look at the fox demons, rabbit demons and the like.

But he knew that he was still weak and young, so he might not be able to subdue those terrifying monsters in a while.

Let's save it for tomorrow!
When the two figures disappeared into the forest, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

Changing hands took out a round token from his pocket, with the word "Jing Yuan" written on one side and a white dragon engraved on the other side.

At present, the mainstay of Bailong Temple is the generation of "Jing" characters. Most of the monks of the "Jing" generation are the heads of the halls. The "Qing" generation is the abbot and the elders. They have the largest number of descendants, but they haven't been introduced for a long time, and most of them are practicing Buddhism with great concentration.

Since Wang Li went up the mountain, he has followed Jing Yuan all the time and lived in the Zhulin Temple. Up to now, he still doesn't know a few monks who should be of the same generation as him.

As a token of the status of a monk of Jingyuan, there are indeed few places in this temple that Wang Li cannot go to.

Turning around and entering the temple, the sound of chanting sutras can be heard endlessly.

At this time, all the monks in Bailong Temple were doing morning classes, and only Wang Li walked freely.

After worshiping Maitreya Buddha, pass through the front hall and enter the Daxiong Hall.The golden pillars in the hall are held high, the air is cold, and the sandalwood is fragrant.

Sakyamuni Buddha sits in lotus lotus, with a dazzling golden body, Kasyapa and Ananda are on the left and right.Behind the Buddha, there are Avalokitesvara, Manjusri and Samantabhadra sitting south to north.

On both sides of the main hall, there are other Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and eighteen arhats, with different faces and lifelike faces.

The sound of chanting sutras from all over the morning class entered the Daxiong Hall and lingered endlessly. Being in it was inexplicably sacred, and people unconsciously wanted to worship it.

Wang Li smiled and offered incense everywhere, not being devout in his heart, but also not being ignorant of superstition.

Pure Fate can train the golden bell jar to produce special effects, so maybe these Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats all have real bodies. Since they exist objectively, it is not superstitious.

He even has no need to reveal his previous understanding and dislike of Buddhism in order to show his differences.

As far as he knew, the White Dragon Temple itself was good. All the monks farmed, and most of them were self-sufficient. Even the monk Jingyuan himself took care of several acres of land while practicing.

After passing through the Daxiong Palace, there are many palaces behind.He went straight all the way and finally came to a white hall.

Enshrined in the hall is a young man, dressed in a silver-white dragon robe, with two horns on his head, eyes like gold, and holding two swords.On the left, a real silver dragon; on the right, a white horse.

Eight Heavenly Dragons and Guangli Bodhisattvas.

It is also the origin of Bailong Temple.

According to legend, how many years ago, the Guangli Bodhisattva of the Eight Heavenly Dragons turned back to the West Sea after he had achieved the true fruit of cultivation. On the way, he saw that the scenery here was very prosperous, and there seemed to be a natural Buddha's light, so he descended from the sky and preached the scriptures.

After the Guangli Bodhisattva turned into a white dragon and left, the converts at that time built a White Dragon Temple here. After countless years, several ups and downs, it has been passed down to this day.

Wang Li also put three sticks of incense on this little white dragon, the Third Prince of Xihai Dragon King.

The temple is indeed a good temple.

If there is no legend of Bailong transforming a horse to obtain scriptures in this Bailong Temple, let alone this temple, the whole world is wonderful.

Turning around and stepping over the threshold, Wang Li followed his memory and came directly to the Sutra Pavilion.

In most temples, the Sutra Pavilion is the top priority, and the White Horse Temple is no exception.

At the gate of the Sutra Pavilion, an elder monk named Qingchi sits here all the year round.

Without thinking, Wang Li directly decided that this Elder Qingchi was the best of the best.

It is about equal to the sweeping monk in Tianlong Babu.

So, he held the token of Jingyuan in his hand in advance, and walked forward quickly under the benevolent gaze of Elder Qingchi.

"Elder, this disciple wants to enter the Sutra Pavilion for a look." While speaking, he offered the token with both hands.

However, Elder Qingchi turned a blind eye to the token in his hand, and just looked at Wang Li himself with a smile, his eyes were like skin, directly looking into his flesh and bones, and even his soul.

Wang Li didn't notice it at all, but he added a state of "meditation" to himself early, so the pressure, guilty conscience, etc. at this time could not shake his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Elder Qingchi nodded slowly, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "A good state of mind, pure fate really has a good fate method."

Wang Li raised his head slightly, his eyes were extremely clear.

Seeing this look, Elder Qingchi's kindness became even more amiable. Probably, he also knew that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

He waved his hand: "Go in, if you encounter obstacles, don't force your way in, and don't damage it."

Wang Li saluted, and thanked [sincerely]: "Disciple, remember, thank Elder Qingchi."

Elder Qingchi had a smile in his eyes, and his gaze followed his figure.

He moved inward, nothing unusual, just because the gaze behind him was obvious and undisguised.

This Elder Qingchi had a close relationship with the monk Jingyuan. He had known Wang Li's difference from Jingyuan's mouth for a long time, so like the monk Jingyuan, he always wanted to get him to shave and become a disciple.

what is this?
When I get wet in the rain myself, I always think about scratching other people's umbrellas.

Pushing open the door, Chen Guang rushed into it before him, illuminating the rows of bookshelves in the attic.

After crossing the high threshold, the door closed gently.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, Elder Qingchi kept a smile on his face, as if he was planning to make a small joke on Wang Li.

Wang Li breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he took a step, the extraordinary silence in the Sutra Pavilion suddenly descended, and the darkness of silence enveloped his mind instantly. Before he could react, there were endless Sanskrit chanting breaths after him. All the time poured into the brain without warning.

Some sounds belong to nature at a certain volume, but if the volume is too high, it becomes noise.

And at this moment, what was pouring into Wang Li's mind was the already innumerable and extremely loud noises. They were intertwined layer upon layer and intertwined endlessly, as if directly exploding in the depths of the soul. Come on, you will feel dizzy and have a splitting headache in an instant.

With staggering steps, Wang Li almost fell forward.

At the critical moment, the surviving reason made an instant choice.

【Empty Silence】.

In an instant, the intricately intertwined and chaotic sounds suddenly eased, not only the volume became comfortable and pleasant, but also the overlapping chanting sounds suddenly became distinct.

His mind became clear instantly, and Wang Li hurriedly stood firm.

The Buddha's voice was still in his ears, but the pain on his face disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented tranquility and stability.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, the old monk's smile suddenly stopped.

(End of this chapter)