I am doing construction in the cultivation world

Chapter 65 Invite the abbot brother to pass away

Shengjing Temple, where Master Shi was released from the Sutra Hall, was an outlier from the Tianlang Buddhist Kingdom. Shengjing Temple, which came halfway, followed the path of merit in self-cultivation, while the orthodox school headed by the abbot, Master Kongkong, followed the path of incense.

It is not easy to practice the path of merit, and it is all accumulated bit by bit by oneself, so he has only one disciple in his lineage, and that is Yishan, who was just a foundation builder earlier.

Yishan is very talented, but since the establishment of the foundation, he has been unable to improve his cultivation. Many of the monks in the same period are not as talented as him and have already practiced a lot, so the people in the temple don't say it on the surface, but they laugh at the method of cultivating merit in their hearts. Of course, I don't bother to have it.

But not long ago, Yishan returned from his experience, allowing everyone to see a unique catastrophe and a brand new way of practice.

The second level is directly promoted to the fifth level. The Heavenly Tribulation is an unheard-of Buddha grenade. The Sanskrit sound is faint, and the Buddha's light reaches the sky, making Yishan, who is covered in golden light in the thunder, quite worthy of being a god or a Buddha.

This made the masters and uncles who had previously despised the method of merit and virtue a little bit shaken and worried.

At this time, Master Kong Kong, who had never made any further progress for a thousand years, felt that his life span was approaching, and felt that the road to incense could not continue.

After watching Yishan's Heavenly Tribulation, he felt in his heart that the line of merit and virtue might bring a new future to Shengjing Temple, so he was more inclined to release the position of presiding officer, but Kong Min's supporters in the temple completely overwhelmed him. Relieved, he was worrying about how to get everyone to change their minds. Something happened to both himself and Yishan, the only seed of merit that caused him to see hope.

Things have been quietly brewing since Yishan successfully survived the catastrophe.

He grew up so suddenly that some people started to panic.

Master Shi is just a perfect practitioner of the Golden Elixir. He has been stuck in the Golden Elixir stage for hundreds of years and has not made any progress. However, the abbot entrusted him with the management of the sutra hall. The masters at the same level are all seventh grade or above. There have been complaints for a long time.

Yishan heard that many masters were unconvinced and asked his master Shi Shi to give lectures on fighting methods. He wanted Shi Shi to quit his job and voluntarily resigned from his post. In the end, they all went back in disgrace.

Others may not know it, but Yi Shan knows it. If there is a real fight, Master Kong Kong may not be able to beat his master, otherwise he would not be so precious with the master's avatar on his body.

This time when Yishan returned to Shengjing, he went straight to the Xianlu Yamen and registered with the Xixia Sect's seal and the Xiaoxiao Villa's seal carved by Tang Xiao himself.

Usually, after finding out the authenticity of the Zongmen seal, at most one or two days can be successfully registered, and the seal of the engraved fairy law can be obtained.This time, it took more than ten days just to check the seal. Yishan was so angry that he went to the yamen to argue, but was told that the seal tower was being renovated, and the seal he sent was sent to the other tower outside the city for verification. There was no reply, and there was nothing they could do.

Yishan could only go to the tower by himself to urge them to reply quickly.

When passing by the farm he used to frequent on the outskirts of the city, he found that none of the farmers in the village were in the fields. Out of curiosity, he went in and took a look, only to find that everyone was chanting sutras and burning incense devoutly outside the Buddhist hall, but the door of the Buddhist hall was indeed is closed.

He heard that the abbot's life expectancy is approaching, and all the Buddhist halls and temples are encouraging believers to chant sutras and worship the Buddha and contribute the power of incense, so that the abbot can fight again at the last moment, and maybe he can break through to the ninth rank in one fell swoop. It is the luck of Shengjing Temple, and it is also the luck of Tianlang and even the world.

But why is the door of this Buddhist hall closed?Shouldn’t we open the door to preach the scriptures and lead everyone together?

He was a little confused, so he went up to a farmer he knew well and asked:

"Amitabha! Uncle Wei, why are you all here today? The Buddhist hall is not open either?"

When the skinny middle-aged man saw it was him, he called back the Buddha's name and said:
"Amitabha, Yishan is back?"

When other people saw Yishan, they all smiled and called out the Buddha's name as a greeting.

Uncle Wei got up and walked aside with Yishan so as not to disturb others in chanting and praying.

"A good thing! You have never told us before that praying diligently every day has such great benefits."

"Well...chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha can cultivate yourself and cleanse your mind...but that's just the way it is for mortals!"

"Huh? I didn't expect that you would hide your secrets even though you are always talking about doing good deeds."

Yishan: ...

"So... what benefits did you get?"

"Hey! You don't know that since the new Master Pushan took us to worship Buddha, my leg problems have improved these days, and my spirit is much better than before..."

Yishan looked at the slightly dark bags under his eyes in confusion. He originally thought they were caused by being too tired from chanting sutras, but why did he still feel that he was in good spirits?

Just as he said this, someone opened the door of the Buddhist hall, lit a new wave of incense in the incense burner outside the door, and then went back and closed the door.

The incense burned earlier had already burned out, so Yishan didn't pay much attention to it, but when he touched the incense, he immediately discovered the problem.

I immediately raised my eyebrows, there is something fascinating in this fragrance!

Immediately, his spiritual consciousness dispersed, and he probed into the interior of the Buddhist hall, where he saw several monks rubbing incense with their hands, and the ingredients clearly contained something that could not be more deeply remembered in his memory, Shenxian San.

In the side room of the inner hall where neighbors are usually consulted, the incense is burning brightly. A fat monk and several peasant girls are naked and entangled with each other, their expressions are blurred, okay. The sound kept coming. The fat monk obviously had some cultivation, but when he was caught by the good consciousness, he didn't even stop his ridiculous behavior.

Yishan outside the Buddhist hall suddenly turned into a glaring Vajra!

Not only did they mix things like Shenxian Powder into incense to cause harm to the neighbors, but they actually burned Shenxian Powder in the inner hall and did such desecrated things to the Buddhist temple!

One good one slapped the monk in the inner hall to death, and also beat several monks who were rubbing incense to unconsciousness, and their cultivation bases were exhausted.

This incident attracted the attention of the Discipline Hall, and what Yishan was waiting for was not a reward.

That fat-headed and big-eared man is not a monk from Shengjing Temple, but the Sixth Prince who came out to patrol the village. He is His Majesty’s only remaining biological brother. This Sixth Prince used to have hair, but I don’t know why he suddenly gave it to him. He had a shaved head, and for some reason he suddenly ran into the Buddhist hall and fooled around with the farm girls, and then was killed by Yishan.

And the six peasant girls were all unwell and contracted illnesses in recent days. They went to the Buddhist hall to pray for the illness to fade away. For some reason, they fooled around with the sixth prince in there.

If the Sixth Prince were still alive, it would be fine if he took these six girls who had not left the palace as concubines. Their family would not be dissatisfied if they were the Prince's concubines. However, the Sixth Prince died on the spot, and these six girls were innocent. They were gone, and they had no shame to live on, so they committed suicide that night.

The incense being made was bought by villagers and farmers with donated money. It was intended to be taken home to burn incense and worship Buddha, but it was burnt to ashes by a kind fire.

The innocence and lives of the six girls, as well as the missing burning incense, caused everyone in the farm who was close to Yishan to criticize him.

Yishan was confiscated of all the utensils on his body and was locked in the Discipline Hall.

He asked his senior brother about the Shenxian Powder, but the senior brother from the Discipline Hall just said that it was none of his business and they would handle it on their own.

Although Yishan is angry, his reason is still there.

I heard that the abbot was in retreat, and the master went to the Shennong Sect to ask for elixirs to extend his life. As long as the master came back, he would naturally be able to leave the law enforcement hall.

In the quiet room at the top of Huairong Mountain, I waited peacefully for my senior brother to come and chat with me about the follow-up of the matter, but my senior brother never came again, and he didn't even bring food. Yishan could only wait patiently.

The next night, Kazan was meditating quietly, when suddenly there was the sound of something falling outside, he opened his eyes suspiciously, and saw that the locked door was suddenly opened, and then there was a crackling sound from the roof, followed by a red The liquid dripped slowly from the gap.

Yishan's face froze immediately, and he strode out of the door with big strides. When he raised his head, he was almost hit by a falling corpse.

There were stumps falling everywhere, and bright red liquid slowly flowed down the steps. Yishan looked at this hellish scene in shock.

Why? !It was clear that he had no sense at all before, but after opening the door, this was indeed the scene. He walked all the way down the mountain steps, and everything he could see was the bright red purgatory, including the thousand-year-old banyan tree that he often liked to climb on the stone platform on the mountainside. They are all covered with figures in bright red robes.

Huairong Mountain, where the law enforcement hall is located, is located in the southeast of Shengjing Temple, under the protective circle of the entire temple, how could it become like this.

Yishan kneeled weakly under the big banyan tree, staring at all this in a daze, Shengjing Temple... is it over?

Until the blood rain gradually stopped.

Only then did someone shout angrily:
"You are good! Even if Shenxiansan is your inner demon, how can you fall into the demon way so easily! The wreckage is here!"

Yishan's body was stiff as he knelt on the ground, and his face was still stained with tears after being showered with blood. He turned his head blankly and looked at the group of bald heads who were approaching in a menacing manner.

……

At this time, Master Kongkong was in retreat in the small Bodhi courtyard.

From time to time, wisps of strong wind would smash the tiles on the low wall of the small courtyard, crush the vegetation in the courtyard, destroy the houses in the courtyard layer by layer, and knock the closed-eyed loving Buddha in the hall into golden sand. Grains... The entire small courtyard is deserted, with only a few house foundations still buried in the soil, and the turbid blade-curling wind whizzes around, refusing to fade away...

Sometimes it is quiet and peaceful, with blue tiles and red walls, luxuriant bodhi trees swaying in the wind, Buddha statues in the hall with low eyebrows and kindness, and incense burning in front of the hall...

Master Kongkong, who is sitting cross-legged in the middle, wears a plain monk's robes that flutters in the wind, and the sound of Sanskrit around him is faint.

Master Kong Kong closed his eyes tightly and never opened his mouth, but his voice sounded in the courtyard.

"Amitabha, you should not do this, and you should not do this."

He was surrounded by five former junior brothers and nephews.

All five of them also sang Sanskrit sounds, surrounded by Buddha's light.

Among them, Master Kongmin, who had a white beard and white eyebrows but no wrinkles on his face, was full of compassion and proclaimed the Buddha's name:
"Amitabha, our Shengjing Temple cannot fall into the hands of outsiders. Senior brother, you are so unwise. We can only ask you to pass away."

The other four people echoed:
"Please abbot brother (uncle) pass away!"

(End of this chapter)