Lord of Earth Fiend

Chapter 111 The evil Buddha was destroyed, and the golden body was left behind

This is a group of Confucian scholars, including two men and women in men's clothing. The young man who spoke was handsome, with a short beard, and a rather impatient expression on his face.

"Oh, sorry, I'm fascinated by it."

Chen Jin cupped his hands as a salute, and walked away.

The wall of Wanren Palace is a wall, and the place is actually not small. Standing in one place will not have much effect on others to observe. The other party probably thinks that standing here is a hindrance, so they said that on purpose.

It doesn't matter to Chen Jin, he has finished reading this place and just changed to another place.

When he came to Wenxing Pavilion, he was immersed in watching again.

Such a pious attitude is different from others, and it is inevitable to attract attention.

"Is this your first visit to the Confucian Temple?"

Still the handsome young Confucian scholar.

At this juncture, Chen Jin was annoyed by being disturbed, so he said calmly, "Yes."

"I see that you are quite unfamiliar, didn't you ask for advice?"

"Chen Jin."

He didn't ask the other person's name according to the usual practice, but he didn't mean to get acquainted and talk, so that this guy could leave.

However, this guy is quite talkative: "Cheng Ming, where is Xiongtai from?"

Chen Jin: "..."

With a dry cough: "You and I met by chance, why bother to ask questions?"

A Confucian scholar who was traveling with Cheng Ming shouted: "What you said is so unreasonable. We are all scholars. Ask each other about the basics. How about making friends?"

Chen Jin's face was cold: "I came to the Confucian Temple to feel the cultural charm here, not to make friends."

Speaking of which, he is very annoyed by this kind of behavior of "making friends" so often, whether it is good intentions or ulterior motives, at least he has to say something that everyone wants.Wasn't it inexplicable that the other party didn't show a good impression in front of the Wanren Palace Wall, but now he suddenly came and said that he wanted to "make friends"?

When they hit a nail, Cheng Ming and the others had no choice but to leave angrily.

One of the women in men's clothes dragged behind and said softly to Chen Jin: "Master Chen, my brother is not malicious, please don't take offense. My name is Cheng Ai."

This woman has beautiful facial features and looks good, with a pair of bright eyes, which are somewhat agile.

Look at the shyness between her brows, could it be that she has moved her heart?

Chen Jin thought inexplicably, it's not because he is being sentimental, but in this era, there are indeed many similar things happening.

Plots such as "Love at First Sight" and "Private Life" are not only story books, but also have realistic references.

As for Chen Jin's appearance, it was also durable, but he was not as carefree, he just smiled: "Miss Cheng, your brother and the others have gone far away."

Without a positive response, Cheng Ai made a salute, and then left angrily.

After the episode, Chen Jin continued to observe, and did not leave the Confucian Temple until late at night.

For a whole day, I managed to read the Confucian Temple all over, and in my mind, there was a general mirror image of the architectural layout, palaces and pavilions.

Walking back to the house, I could smell the strong smell of meat outside the door.

Xiaoqian is cooking. This is her first time cooking. What she cooks is very simple. She bought a mutton fan, set up a big pot, and stewed the mutton soup directly.

In this way, as long as the ingredients are good and enough ingredients are added, even if the cooking skills are rough, the final product will not be too bad.

Chen Jin was so hungry that he panicked, and couldn't help but praise: "Xiaoqian, you're doing well, you know how to cook."

Hearing the praise, Xiaoqian Baishengsheng's face turned a little rosy, and she hurried to wash the dishes and eat.

After solving the stomach problem, Chen Jin went back to his room and began to sort out what he had learned from visiting the Confucian Temple today.

Xiaoqian came in: "My lord, do you need me to grind ink?"

Chen Jin nodded: "Okay."

Xiaoqian immediately rolled up her sleeves happily, revealing her snow-white wrists.Although she has become more popular recently, her complexion is still too white and lacks blood.

The action of rubbing the ink is a bit blunt, but it is more serious and meticulous.

Since Xiaoqian followed Chen Jin, from being stiff and unfamiliar at the beginning, to gradually adapting, and now taking the initiative to participate, it is a different mental journey.

"My lord, do you want to write?"

Chen Jin shook his head: "I don't write, but paint."

"Painting?"

Xiaoqian was a little puzzled.

She knew that Chen Jin was Su Xiaowen's proud disciple, a scholar, who could write articles and poems.However, after getting along for so long, what I saw was Chen Jin's martial arts and practice, in terms of pen and ink, he hardly showed it.

It was only in the past two days that they bought the four treasures of the study, books and other things from the market.

Xiaoqian thought that the young master was going to review his homework and prepare for the imperial examination, but now he said he wanted to paint.

Chen Jin does know how to draw, it's his skills in his previous life, and he also learned a little bit of painting in his previous life. Combining the two, I don't know what the result will be.

To be honest, it was also his first time operating.

Spread out the white paper, wait for the pen and ink, and start.

Xiaoqian stood by and watched curiously, and soon saw the clue: Young Master is painting a temple, by the way, it is the Confucian Temple...

She couldn't help but wonder in her heart.

A long time ago, it was clear that Chen Jin had already built a temple. At that time, the father and daughter believed that what he built was a temple of some heterogeneous lineage, and did not think about the Confucian Temple at all.After all, Chen Jin was only in his early twenties, how could he afford to build a Confucian Temple at such a young age?

But now, the perception is shaken.

if it is real……

Xiaoqian's eyes were as bright as stars.

The Confucian Temple is bishopric, teaching, and edifying, but it is the first-class temple system in the world.

A quarter of an hour later, the painting is complete.

Chen Jin looked at it, then suddenly stretched out his hand, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it to the ground.

Xiaoqian said anxiously: "My lord, why don't you want it?"

"It's not a good drawing."

"But I look pretty."

This is not a compliment, I really think the painting is very good, very detailed and very real.

Chen Jin smiled. His perspective was completely different from Xiaoqian's, but it was hard to explain the difference clearly. Even if he did, the girl wouldn't understand.

So continue to draw.

The second one, if you are not satisfied, throw it away;

The third picture, still not satisfied, kneaded into a paper ball...

Until the sixth picture, it is still the same.

Chen Jin knew that he would not be able to draw an ideal work tonight, so he simply put down his pen and thought to himself: I was too hasty. I only went to the Confucian Temple to observe it once, and wanted to completely describe it, and also required it to have a charm. How could it be possible?

Not even a genius.

"It's getting late, Xiaoqian, go to sleep."

Xiaoqian is already dozing off, her physical condition requires her to go to bed early.

The next day, Chen Jin got up early, had breakfast, took some dry food, and went to the Confucian Temple.

For the next few days, it will be like this.

Every day I observe, the feelings I get are different, sometimes it is a different building, sometimes it is a different sculpture, sometimes it is even a different brick...

On the ninth day, I finally drew a satisfactory painting.

In this process, Xiaoqian's aesthetics has been greatly improved, and she begins to understand what the young master said is "good".

This is actually a kind of cultivation.

"Young master's paintings are really good. When I look at the paintings, I feel a sense of peace and peace in my heart."

Both calligraphy and painting can express emotions and have the appeal of empathy.

Chen Jin hung the painting in the room, looked up where he could see it, nodded slightly and said, "It's not bad."

Next, it's time to formally visualize the Confucian Temple.

Yes, the day-to-day observations and paintings one by one are just the preparatory work before the visualization.

It's like those who practice Zen and pay homage to the Buddha, they have to bathe and burn incense beforehand.

In the eyes of outsiders, these things belong to typical formalism; but what they don't understand is that the form is the key procedure.

It was night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the river was rippling. When it was late at night, Chen Jinduan sat on the bed, closed his eyes, and appeared in Niwan Palace.

A notable change in the current inner landscape world is that there is an old monk sitting outside the Confucian Temple.

Compared to before, the old monk looked older and haggard, with a sad face, as if he was being questioned by some problem.

Undoubtedly, in the many debates with Su Xiaowen, he has lost almost every one of them, and he is at the end of his words.

Su Xiaowen's face is full of spring breeze, and he has the intention of showing off his majesty. When it comes to talking and talking, who are Confucianists afraid of?

"Conservation, it won't take long, this monk will not be troubled."

"Thank you, teacher."

Chen Jin really didn't expect that in reality, the golden body that can't be melted by fire and can't be hammered will be folded under a ghost of the teacher. I dare say that this is like tofu with brine, one thing falls one thing.

Su Xiaowen laughed and said, "I'm just talking about it."

He was extremely happy to be able to share the worries of the students, as if he had found his own existence value.

Chen Jin entered the temple and turned around.

This Confucian temple of mine is really too dilapidated, not only is it a lonely one, but the main temple is not complete.Since Su Xiaowen moved in, he has played the role of Miao Zhu and cleaned the Confucian Temple from time to time, which has improved the Confucian Temple.

But that's all superficial. If you want to be reborn, you have to go through Chen Jin's visualization.

Visualization is neither a fantasy nor a fantasy. It can only be conceived by relying on reality, and then adding a part of subjective imagination.

In front of the natal soul lamp, Chen Jin sat on the ground, and soon entered a wonderful state.

Su Xiaowen knew that this matter was important, so in order to prevent the old monk from making trouble, he simply guarded outside the door.

The old monk opened his eyes, and suddenly said: "I have something to say about the last question. You only know the first life, but you don't see the next life, which leads to the thoughts of all sentient beings, and there is nowhere to put them."

Su Xiaowen scolded: "After all, isn't it the case of karma? This theory of temptation and intimidation makes people's livelihood uneasy, and they don't even seek to make progress, and are willing to be pigs and dogs..."

"The people's livelihood is so difficult, please feel at ease, what is the crime?"

"The people are innocent, the crime is that you pretend to be empty, and say you have no desires but you have desires..."

The two were at each other's throats, arguing again.

Su Xiaowen was not worried about disturbing Chen Jin, because the world was different inside and outside the temple, unless Chen Jin himself wanted to hear it.

After arguing, the result was still wide-eyed and small-eyed, but the old monk was panting urgently, with a ferocious face, and almost became violent.

suddenly!
There was a bang.

The old monk opened his eyes wide in shock, his ferocious face turned into surprise and even fear.

This is the inner landscape world, where is the thunder coming from?
However, there was another sound, and lightning appeared in the originally gray sky.

"Thunder and lightning are angry, and the dirty soil is civilized?"

The old monk blurted out.

The changes suddenly appeared, not only in the sky, but also in the surrounding areas, the gray and foggy places that were originally inaccessible, expanded towards the outside as if they had feet.

This expansion has more than doubled the area of ​​the inner landscape.

Seeing this change, Su Xiaowen was overjoyed. He turned around and saw that the gate of the Confucian Temple behind him had taken on a completely new look:
The horizontal plaque that was originally dilapidated and broken is now complete, and it is the word "Confucian Temple";
There are two couplets on the left and right: be virtuous to carry things;

Standing outside, the old monk witnessed the changes in the Confucian Temple, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply, knowing that there was no possibility of escape.

"Could it be that I was really wrong? From the Buddha way to the devil way?"

"Then, this contest between Buddhism and Confucianism will lose its meaning."

He suddenly sat down cross-legged, chanting scriptures, his whole body suddenly shrank and turned into nothing, leaving only a gray monk's robe.

Seeing this, Su Xiaowen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt lost, because from now on, no one would argue with him again.

The entire Confucian Temple seemed to have been renovated and changed its appearance. This was naturally the result of Chen Jin's successful visualization, but this was only a part, mainly reflected in the portal, and the other parts had not changed much.

Even if only a part is lost, that is already a huge improvement.

It is difficult to build a temple, and it is not easy to build a temple.

This hard work in visualization greatly consumed Chen Jin's mind, and before he even had time to exit the Niwan Palace, he fell into a coma.

The next day, he rarely slept until noon before slowly waking up. His head was still swollen, and he was even a little top-heavy.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Xiaoqian, who was standing by the bed, looked concerned.

"It's okay, it's just that you have practiced too much, just take more rest."

"Then what do you want to eat today?"

"Let's cook some millet porridge and fry a fish."

"it is good."

Xiaoqian hurried out to make arrangements.

Chen Jin sat up, stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples on both sides, and then performed the breathing method to make a good adjustment.

After a while, he gathered himself together and took out something from the pot of heaven, which was the golden Buddha wrapped in cloth.

Untie the cloth and look, and see that the color of the golden Buddha has obviously become dull, and it is no longer the golden light it was before.

And it seems that some changes have taken place in his face, and he has lost his spiritual demeanor.

Chen Jin reached out to grab it and squeezed it hard.

Whoa!

The golden Buddha, which was indestructible before, fell apart like dry mud.

This Buddha has passed into Nirvana and disintegrated.

Chen Jin sighed.

Although there is a Confucian Temple sitting in town, I am not afraid of this evil Buddha, but this matter is always a thorn, and it will hang for a day if it is not resolved.

It's all right now, the golden Buddha body is broken, which means that the evil Buddha no longer exists.

Gather the broken gold pieces together, open the Dharma Eye directly, and look carefully, the more you look at it, the happier you will be.

The evil Buddha was destroyed, but the remains of the golden body were real treasures. Immediately, he started to work, found tools, and processed the gold nuggets.

It is extremely difficult to grind a real gold nugget, but for some unknown reason, the material of this shattered gold body became like a lump of mud, and it didn't take much effort to grind it into powder.

Then he took out a fine porcelain bottle and put all the golden body powder in it.

A bottle of Wugou Golden Body is definitely a good thing, if the news leaks out, I don't know how much trouble it will cause.

Chen Jin hid the bottle in Hutian, and immediately felt that the quality of storage had been greatly improved.

(End of this chapter)