My apprentice is not easy

Chapter 271 Buddha, do not recognize

After the phantom of the Buddha appeared and blocked the sticks of the two young monks.

The two monks were so frightened that they dropped their sticks and staggered back.

The middle-aged monk, who was full of confidence just a second ago, opened his mouth with an expression of disbelief.

"This this……"

After a long time, he didn't say anything later.

I thought he was a young monk who could handle it casually, but how could he be an ironclad?
The middle-aged monk turned pale.

In an instant, two words came to mind:
Finished!

A Buddhist cultivator, how can he, an ordinary monk, provoke him?
And with the sound of Sansheng's Buddha's name, he said.

In the depths of the temple, a figure came here after a few jumps.

This is an old monk who looks not young, with white hair and beard, and a solemn face.

It gives people a sense of sight of a master monk.

After landing, the old monk's gaze stayed on the phantom of the Buddha for a moment, and then he looked down at Sansheng.

He walked over a few steps and glared at the middle-aged monk.

As the middle-aged monk lowered his head, he passed him and stopped in front of San Sheng.

With a smile on his face, he clasped his hands together.

"Little master, people in the temple don't know etiquette, please forgive me if I offend you!"

San Sheng looked at him calmly, without answering.

The old monk paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"This matter is because the poor monk's rule is not strict. If the poor monk is here, he can make amends with the little master. Is it possible?"

San Sheng still didn't answer.

The old monk narrowed his eyes.

Turning to look at the middle-aged monk, he snorted coldly.

"Shame! Why don't you go to the discipline center to receive your punishment?!"

"……Yes Yes!"

The middle-aged monk was startled, and hurriedly bowed his waist and answered yes, turned around, and ran away.

After running, he relaxed, as if he had escaped a catastrophe.

When the two young monks saw it, they hurried to follow.

Seeing the three running away, the old monk turned his head and looked at San Sheng.

"So, is little master satisfied?"

San Sheng lowered his eyes and didn't say he was satisfied or dissatisfied.

Instead, chant a Buddha's name lightly.

"Amitabha……"

The Buddha's voice fell, and the Buddha behind him stood up straight.

The height of ten meters is extremely conspicuous in this temple, and the Buddha's light on his body spreads all over the entire temple in an instant.

The old monk's face immediately changed.

"What does this mean, little master?"

San Sheng raised his eyes.

"Before the little monk came here, he just wanted to visit your monastery and ask for a place to live. If possible... he would find a fellow monk and talk about Buddhism."

"Now it seems that there is no need to visit, just... let's talk about Buddhism!"

"Little monk, come and play!"

These words were arrogant, the old monk's face immediately darkened.

His eyes fixed on San Shengdao.

"Little monk, the Buddha said that people value self-knowledge!"

"Don't want to enter the door of practice, study Buddhism for a few days, and then feel that you are invincible!"

Sansheng chuckled lightly.

"You are the only monk in this monastery who is in the state of Qin Xin. If you think about it, you are the abbot."

"Then I would like to ask this abbot, cultivating Buddha means cultivating mind and cultivating formlessness. When did the Buddha teach you to collect money and use it for your own enjoyment?"

"It doesn't matter if you have a gold plaque, or a room full of jade stones, gold, silver and precious pearls. If you practice among them, won't you be afraid of being fascinated?"

The old monk's pupils shrank suddenly.

He said coldly.

"You boy, don't talk nonsense!"

"Bullshit?"

San Sheng shook his head.

"Cultivating Buddha means accumulating virtue and accumulating good deeds; seeking the predestined relationship and the path to the afterlife."

"What kind of deeds have you accumulated in this city of various figures? Isn't it all deeds of oppression?"

"Ordinary people are afraid, and the people in the temple are so arrogant, the Buddha...does he know that you are doing this?!"

San Sheng's tone became quicker, and the old monk's complexion also darkened.

He inhales and exhales heavily.

With one step, a punch came towards San Sheng's face.

"Spoken nonsense, ruining the poor monk's reputation! Today, I must kill you!"

San Sheng slowly closed his eyes.

"Amitabha!"

After the words fell, the phantom of the Buddha behind him clasped his hands together and opened his mouth.

It seems to be following him, reciting a Buddha's name.

No one could hear the Buddha's phantom chanting the Buddha's name, but saw that the old monk's body suddenly stagnated in mid-air.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew upside down, directly hitting the bluestone slab on the ground and cracking it.

San Sheng still had his eyes closed.

But he took steps, step by step, approaching the old monk.

Speak loudly.

"Buddha, I don't recognize you as a disciple!"

After the words fell, the old monk suddenly felt empty.

In the past few years, all the cultivation bases of Buddhism that he has practiced so hard have flowed from his body to the outside world like flowing water.

Quickly, it dissipated into the air.

"No, no...don't!"

The old monk's face was full of horror, and he kept raising his breath, as if he wanted to keep this fleeting cultivation.

But, it's just futile.

With the passage of cultivation, the old monk's already old body became even older.

But after a while, it became a dry bone.

As the wind blows, it turns into dust and flies away.

There was silence all around.

All the people present, whether it was the monks in the temple or the pilgrims who came here, all looked in the direction of Sansheng with fearful eyes.

It was as if he was looking at a demon god.

Even at this time, he was full of Buddha light, and the Buddha followed behind him.

Even in a few words, the old monk's crimes are clearly revealed.

Maybe...they knew it, they just chose to turn a blind eye, chose to accept the so-called "fate" that weighed on their heads.

Sansheng opened his eyes.

The phantom of the Buddha behind him gradually faded away, and he turned back into the ordinary little monk at the beginning.

He has a solemn face and a kind smile.

Take a step and walk in a certain direction deep in the temple.

Whether he was a pilgrim or a monk, he stepped aside consciously, with a look of fear on his face.

San Sheng didn't care, and walked forward step by step.

The young brocade held in his hand seemed to have recovered from the shock just now, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Sansheng...you are amazing!"

"is it?"

"Hmm, that's awesome!"

"Want to learn?"

"miss you!"

After saying a single word, Youjin suddenly thought of the previous time, she said she wanted to see... hum!

You Jin opened her mouth and spat out a bubble, and before San Sheng could answer, she took the initiative to speak.

The tone is somber.

"I know, I won't give it if I don't teach it...Me too, I don't really want to learn..."

Well, no!

Sansheng smiled lightly.

"Teach, I will teach you."

You Jin was stunned for a moment.

what? What?He he he...

"Okay, Sansheng is the best, I like Sansheng the most!"

The little carp keeps turning in circles in the bubbles to express their happiness.

Sansheng smiled and watched for a while, and finally, he arrived at his destination.

Looking up, a small wooden house stands quietly, which is incompatible with the luxuriously decorated buildings around it.

The wooden house is old, it can be seen that it is not young, and there are several Buddhist beads scattered around, arranged in a regular pattern.

And under the wooden house... there seemed to be a roar.

(End of this chapter)