Underworld Ghost Soldiers, Sign In The Book Of Life And Death At The Beginning

Chapter 48 Bodhisattva? Demons?

Yishui seems to be very much under the care of the Immortal Buddha.

The radiant Buddha came to the world, and thousands of peach blossoms descended from the sky, and the strong fragrance overflowed, drew the fools and wives of the ten miles and eight townships near Yishui Town to pay their respects, tears of joy, and almost madness.

“Peach blossoms should be past the season, right?”

Lin Baixuan looked at the sky and the magnificent temple in the distance. He stretched out his hand to catch a petal.

He was wearing the lavender Shuxue robe of the last time, carrying a picture scroll, with a spirit pen hanging around his waist, looking left and right, watching the crowds flowing in the direction of the Buddha’s glory, and he couldn’t help but be puzzled.

“It’s only been less than a month, why did you build such a big temple?”

“Isn’t there Puzhao Temple in Yishui? I have seen Monk Yankong with my own eyes. He is exquisite in Buddhism, is kind to others, and is a decent and good monk.”

“Why build another big temple? Is this going to fight the Puzhao Temple and compete for incense?”

But how many incense can there be in this small place like Yishui?

There are hundreds of families, even if they snatch all the sesame oil from Puzhao Temple, they can’t afford such a large temple…

“Langya County is not going to go, but it is actually built in Yishui Town, and the group of monks are not afraid of starving to death!”

Originally planning to go to Puzhao Temple and Monk Yankong to recount the past, Lin Baixuan walked to the magnificent temple as soon as he thought about it.

“It’s actually true?”

In less than a month, building a temple with more than ten acres and more than twenty buildings is an impossible task for the current social productivity.

Xue Jinse established the orphan garden, used three or four hundred monsters, and secretly transferred the Yin Soldiers under the command of the king of runners. It took more than two months, and it is still undergoing minor repairs.

In Lin Baixuan’s guess, this temple came so strange, either it was a big cultivator in the world, or it was a blinding method…

But he stood in the distance and looked at the “Santa Temple” twice, but he still didn’t see any clues.

Suddenly the front boiled, and someone shouted: “Buddha is on tour!”

From a distance, I saw the rays of sunshine and thousands of auras. An old monk wearing a scarlet Kasaya slowly stepped out of the temple. Behind him, four middle-aged monks kept chanting, and dozens of novice monks kept coming out of the basket. The petals sprinkled inside and out are all blooming peach blossoms, spread all over the pink.

Someone outside the temple prepared a white horse, and the old monk slowly mounted the horse, and immediately someone knelt down on the ground, willing to make a horse stone. The old monk smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to rub the blessing on the man’s head, and then lightly tapped his back to mount the horse.

Lin Baixuan watched the person trembling with joy, and he fainted with happiness…

“It’s a big show!”

He frowned.

The same monk, although Monk Yankong was a bit long-winded, but his actions, words and deeds were all high-ranking monks.

But this monk, looking handsome and temperamental, Bufan, seems to be a bit too luxurious.

Lin Baixuan’s heart moved, opened his divine eyes, and glanced at the old monk.

I saw an auspicious cloud protector on the old monk’s head, Buddha light blooming all over his body, and a golden wheel ringing behind his head. It turned out to be a profound monk of Dharma!

As if feeling something in his heart, the old monk frowned slightly and looked at Lin Baixuan.

The two looked at each other, and Lin Baixuan’s eyes suddenly changed.

But seeing the vast and endless sea of ​​clouds, a relic the size of a goose egg suddenly rises in the sea of ​​clouds, radiant, and in the blink of an eye it becomes a golden body, barefooted clothes, twisting Lotus flower with hands, and stepping on the lotus platform. A great compassion and great wish Bodhisattva.

“It turned out to be the real Bodhisattva?”

Lin Baixuan was taken aback.

Didn’t it mean that Heavenly Dao collapsed and the gods and Buddhas all over the sky disappeared?

Why is there a real Bodhisattva here?

Only the Western Heaven Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat, and Vajra are countless. The last chapter of “Journey to the West” records hundreds of them. It is good to remember a few famous ones, let alone recognize his true identity by his appearance. .

The Bodhisattva golden body leaned slightly, looked at Lin Baixuan with a pity for sentient beings, smiled and said: “It turns out to be a servant of the Yin Department, and the poor monk is polite!”

“Once an errand passed by by accident, Bodhisattva will do it yourself!”

Suddenly, Bodhisattva was taken aback, and then smiled: “Since the officer is traveling between the two worlds, the poor monk is about to ask the officer about someone…”

The conversation between the two is based on Divine Sense. Bodhisattva’s voice became lighter and lighter. Lin Baixuan listened intently, and gradually felt a little fuzzy in his mind. It seemed that there were countless people around, talking about something.

Listen carefully, those countless voices are reading a scripture.

“In the immeasurable metaphor, illuminate Dharma and enlighten all beings. If people suffer from suffering, sick and die of old age, to say Nirvana, do all the hardships…”

Lin Baixuan wondered, what exactly is Bodhisattva doing?

Don’t you want to inquire about something? Why did it suddenly become chanting?

He was a little impatient and was about to say hello and exit the Divine Sense conversation. Suddenly my heart shook, and the sky full of white clouds turned black in an instant, and a powerful voice like Hong Zhong Dalu came from all directions: “Don’t convert yet?”

There are echoes everywhere between heaven and earth, “Convert…Convert…Convert…”

“Convert to you!”

Lin Baixuan was furious and suddenly withdrew from Divine Sense. With a wave of his robe sleeves, a gust of wind was rolled up, sending many pilgrims and believers far away. He stared at the old monk with his eyes, and shouted: “Who are you? Why do you want to plot with me?”

The expression of the old monk became extremely stunned at this moment, and said in amazement: “Who are you? Can you get rid of my illusion of death?”

Lin Baixuan snorted, and said coldly, “I’m miserable. At first I thought you were a real Bodhisattva, but I didn’t expect you to be an outsider of evil spirits!”

“Outside the evil demon?” The old monk laughed, “The poor monk is an upright Buddhist enlightenment. Forgive you, such a yinsi kid, and never heard of the poor monk’s name! I just didn’t expect you to be able to break free from the poor monk’s rebirth method. , It really surprised the poor monks!”

“Buddhist righteousness?” Lin Baixuan sneered, “I know that I am the patrolman of the Yinsi, and I actually attacked when I came up. Is this what you call upright?”

“Furthermore, since the collapse of Heavenly Dao, the gods and Buddhas in the sky have long been missing. You dare to pretend to be the Buddha, your heart is shameful!”

“The Yinsi Difu originally belonged to me, the poor monk is kind to you, don’t be ignorant of praise!”

Lin Baixuan didn’t bother to argue with him more, sneered, and shot out with a clap.

The old monk had a look of disdain, his robe sleeves unfolded, and in an instant he became obscured from the sky, and he turned to Lin Baixuan as a hood.

“act recklessly!”

Suddenly, I saw a blue light rushing straight into the sky, the sky set off a huge vortex visible to the naked eye, and the wind and thunder rolled, suddenly emitting infinite murderous aura, like a huge pillar to the sky, on the top of the sky, and down to the Yellow Springs.

With a thunderous explosion, the old monk’s face changed drastically, and he hurriedly backed away and looked down, but he saw his own wide robe sleeves, which was crushed by a palm, and the fragments were scattered.

“It’s you!”

The old monk had his arms bare, and was indescribably embarrassed, but his face was terribly stern, and he said every word: “It turns out that you are the one who killed the clone of Hong Jin Bailian!”

“Hong Jin’s Bailian clone?” Lin Baixuan frowned, “Who are you again?”

The old monk shook his arm, and his robe sleeves returned to their original state in an instant, and said proudly, “Poor monk is in great power!”