Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 37 In front of Arhat Hall
Prajna Hall, the first meditation room,

Prajna Hall is the highest violent institution in Daci'an Temple.

Monk Liao Tong, since he is the number one master of Da Ci'an Temple, he also holds the position of head of Prajna Hall.

His status is so high that within the whole temple, it is only under the control of the presiding officer.

With such a status, the Zen room of the great monk Lingtong cannot be called luxurious, but it is by no means simple.

An Arhat bed was placed across the wall, and two bronze beast furnaces were separated on both sides. Other than that, it was empty.

The green smoke curls around the Zen room.

The great monk met, crossed his legs and closed his eyes, put his hands on his knees, and sat firmly on the bed with a bunch of futons.

A shimmering, round relic lay three feet above the top door, with a brilliant glow hanging down from it.

I saw a hint of blackness in the great monk's face.

Under the round light of the relic, every time it shines, the dark color dissipates a little.

These auspicious lights are restrained like liquid, flowing and circulating in the relics.

Wisps of faint golden light fell down gradually, and even the skin seemed to be made of golden color.

As the abbot of a temple, Zen Master Mingran stood calmly in the center of the Zen room.

In front of the indifferent eyes, various visions appeared. The Zen master turned the beads in his hand and recited eight hundred scriptures.

The old Zen master slowly moved his rosary beads with his bony fingers.

The purple jade Buddha beads reveal five colors of brilliance, which become increasingly clear in the hands of the old Zen master.

The old Zen master looked at Monk Tong and the relic on the door with a distant look.

It's hard to explain how much emotional connotation this contains.

"Junior brother, why are you so reckless?" Zen Master Mingran said, his eyes as calm as water, without any other color.

“It’s not worth spending a lifetime practicing cultivation just for a single relic!”

For monk Liao Tong, he interfered with Wang Qi'er's cause and effect and cut off his own path.

The old Zen master was extremely sad about this.

This understands the monk, but the old Zen master has watched him grow up little by little since he was a child.

Naturally, the old Zen master could not let go of the title of senior brother and brother for decades, and the feeling of being both father and son.

This is a last-ditch effort.

Monk Liao Tong suddenly spoke and said: "Worth and worthlessness are not treated superficially."

"The relics are precious treasures for my Buddha. In today's world, they only number twenty or thirty."

"Junior brother, I may not be able to condense even a golden body of Zhengguo."

"For my great Ci'an Temple, the century-old foundation will not be lost. Junior Brother thinks it is worth it!!"

The Zen master's eyebrows twitched slightly and he said, "Nonsense."

"What's more important than Buddha's relics and one's path? Junior brother...you're confused,"

His lips trembled under the eight hundred Buddha's words, sutras and Dharma seals.

Zen Master Qingran recited the Buddha's name throughout his life.

Although it has never been achieved, the realm where Brahman and I are one.

But Buddhism is sublime, transcends the ordinary world, and even touches the mysterious and mysterious spiritual realm.

Let the relics gradually become sensitive, and wisps of Buddha's golden light slowly shed down.

The Buddha's relics are the essence of the efforts of eminent monks of all ages.

In the eyes of Buddhists, each one is a priceless treasure, a sacred object that is hard to find even with tens of millions of gold.

Moreover, those who can make relics must be those with profound Buddhist teachings, great eminent monks who have gone through all kinds of great and small kalpas and have made great merits.

Relics cannot be achieved by anyone but a virtuous and eminent monk; however, not everyone can achieve the relics even by a virtuous and eminent monk.

Throughout the ages, those who can bind relics, even among eminent monks and great virtues, have never been able to save even one out of ten.

This relic not only symbolizes the great achievements of Buddhism, but also contains great wisdom and magic power.

In the round light of the relics, the light of wisdom collides, washing away the evil evil of killing.It can be used as a suppressor and a treasure of Qi, which is extremely precious.

This little bit of golden light swayed down like a golden rain. When it fell, it merged into the body of the great monk.

That black energy raised his eyebrows and lingered for a long time.No matter how wonderful the golden rain is, it cannot completely destroy this black energy into nothingness.

This straight black energy is the manifestation of the monk's sins.

No matter how many rounds of refining and purification the Yuanguang relics are, these sins cannot be eradicated.

These sins are so deep-rooted that they cannot be shaken.

In desperation, Monk Liao Tong put his hands together and urged: "Brother, please accept the Buddhist scriptures and seals and don't waste the essence of the relics in vain."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the old Zen master to stop him.

The round light of the relic trembled, and golden strands flowed, creating ripples and slowly falling on his palm.

The old Zen master showed unbearable expression and said: "Junior brother, the road to the Great Way is cut off, and it will be difficult to realize the Nirvana of the Great Way in this life, so why bother?"

After understanding the monk, he said: "Senior brother,"

"It has been more than five hundred years since the foundation of our great Ci'an Temple was laid."

"Several ups and downs led to today's climate."

"The poor monk does not want to be extraordinary, but is willing to save all sentient beings. No regrets! No regrets!"

Seeing this, the old Zen master was silent for a long time and said quietly: "It was Lao Na who harmed you."

In Da Ci'an Temple, this generation of monks is just a hair away from attaining the golden body. It can be said that it is the most prosperous period in the past five hundred years.

It might even be possible to compete with the famous temples and Taoist sects of thousands of years in the world.

What Daci'an Temple lacks now is not deterrent force.On the contrary, this kind of deterrent guarantee can be sustained.

Some true Dao sects possess the most precious treasures and can suppress their energy.It can be guaranteed to last for thousands of years and not fall down for hundreds of generations.From generation to generation, real people come forward to protect their reputation.

"Brother, don't do this,"

The relic fell on the monk's palm, and the monk grasped it with his palm.

"The dynasty is undergoing a revolution and chaos has arisen. It is not a bad idea for a poor monk to perform meritorious deeds and achieve nirvana."

The great monk's tone was high-spirited, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

"Let our Great Ci'an Temple endure for thousands of years."

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Da Ci'an Temple, Arhat Hall!

One by one, the warrior monks were holding sticks and shouting.

"Hey!!"

The monks were dressed in fancy attire, with bulging veins and a trace of water mist all over their bodies.

"what!!"

These warrior monks were lined up in a row, with sticks like long snakes, waving them, whistling, and hunting.

A middle-aged warrior monk, wearing a gray-yellow monk robe, a curly beard, and bronze skin with a solid luster.

"The gun picks a line, the stick sweeps a large area."

The five fingers were tightly holding a monk's stick with both ends covered with iron sheets, rubbing against the stone slab, and sporadic flames emitted.

This monk has a brilliant look between his brows.The monk's shoes stepped on the thick stone slabs, and each step seemed to be hit by hundreds of kilograms of force, rubbing against the stone slabs under his feet.

"what!!"

The stick shadows are like mountains, stacked one on top of another.

There are mountains under pressure and rough waves.

I saw a middle-aged monk with a stern demeanor. Every step he took was like a tiger leaping out and looking around.

Xun Shaoyu calmed down and followed the middle-aged monk step by step.

Hundreds of warrior monks were left alone, with heavy shadows of sticks and an astonishing momentum.

However, in the little monk's heart, there was still peace and calmness.

For Xun Shaoyu, who had seen big scenes and great events, these warrior monks were well-trained and could be called elite soldiers.

But, in Xun Shaoyu's eyes, it didn't matter.

In the main world where great power belongs to oneself, the value of a high-end military force is far from immeasurable.

"Junior brother,"

The middle-aged monk looked around at the monks, nodded with satisfaction, and said to Xun Shaoyu behind him: "You have just arrived, and you are not familiar with the whole temple."

"Our Daci'an Temple was built in the middle and late stages of the Qianwei period. At that time, Confucian scholars and officials paid homage to our Buddha. The incense became prosperous and Buddhism prospered."

"It was at that time that the founder of Ci'an Temple built our temple. It took 550 years and went through several ups and downs before Ci'an Temple prospered to this point."

These are major lectures, special lectures, and development history, used to increase the sense of identity.

"Amitabha,"

Xun Shaoyu recited the Buddha's name, bowed and said, "My little brother is taught,"

Monk Yuanguang nodded with satisfaction and said, "Junior brother, as a disciple of the Yuan generation, among the monks, except for the two necessary morning and evening classes every day,"

"Other time, you can use it as you like, don't be too rigid, just do whatever you want,"

Xun Shaoyu clasped his hands together with a respectful attitude and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Yuanguang,"

This monk Yuanguang is the head of Luohan Hall and one of the few monks of the Yuan generation.

You know, Luohan Hall is a famous violent institution in Daci'an Temple.

The 18 Arhats under his command are all great martial arts masters.

There are also hundreds of martial monks who are not engaged in production but specialize in martial arts.Each warrior monk has three or five enemies and is very capable.

And Monk Yuanguang was able to overpower these warrior monks and securely sit at the head of the Luohan Hall.With martial arts attainments, he is naturally extremely tyrannical,
Today, Daci'an Temple has four generations of monks: Kong, Liao, Yuan and Ming.

The status of monks of the Yuan generation is indeed not low.

(End of this chapter)