Murong Shi followed Zen Master Liuhui to the Tianfo Hall, a side hall of Sanqiao Feihong.
Murong Shi raised his head and glanced at the large grass couplet hanging on the eaves pillar:
"There is no lamp in front of the temple, so the moon shines, and the mountain gate is not locked until the clouds seal it."
snort!
Murong Shi snorted in her heart and followed Liu Hui into the palace.
There is a group of monks in the temple who are chanting sutras and practicing.
Enshrined in the ceremony is a Bodhisattva holding a sword in his right hand and a treasure lotus in his left hand.
It was the Six Wisdoms that summoned the Bodhisattva of the Void Bodhisattva with a golden body and dharma.
Murong Shi glanced at the Bodhisattva statue, with a cold expression on his face, and thought to himself: A group of sanctimonious and dirty people, this mountain Buddhist temple is just a place to harbor filth and evil!
If your heart is broken, it doesn't matter if you worship the great powers of Buddhism.
Liuhui led her into the small door behind the Buddha statue. In the middle of a small hall, there sat a monk with a lifelike face, a posture as straight as a pine tree, and a straight back.
The monk was handsome and handsome, about thirty years old.
His figure is as quiet and stable as a mountain, and his face is calm and peaceful, giving people an endless sense of peace.
Murong Shi looked at the monk, his face even colder: "Zen Master, tell me! What did Hong Ren say?"
Zen Master Liuhui chanted the Buddha's name, bowed and saluted the master's physical statue, turned around and said seriously:
"Donor Murong must have misunderstood what happened that year."
Murong Shi's face remained unchanged: "It's not your fault whether I misunderstood or not."
"Donor, Master has already told the poor monk about what happened back then.
Before that, the poor monk first asked the donor, why did he come to my Cangyan Mountain Lunzhuan Temple? "
Murong Shi's cold expression finally moved, but she did not speak.
Liuhui asked again: "Have you always dreamed of a Bodhisattva holding a tin staff and sitting on a strange beast?"
"Humph, this is what your master told you, right? I mentioned it back then!"
Liuhui asked again: "Did you tell me about the fire lotus in the dream?"
Murong Shiyu's face changed dramatically: "Where did you hear this?"
In her early years, she had a dream about a Bodhisattva holding a tin staff and sitting on a strange beast. In the dream, the Bodhisattva lit a fire lotus into her belly.
She once asked many Buddhists, but they didn’t know who this Bodhisattva was!
After meeting Gu Xieding, she never let go of the matter. When searching for famous ancient temples, she finally saw the Buddha statue of the Bodhisattva in the side hall of the bridge on the other side of the Lunzhuan Temple.
On that day, something happened!
But she never mentioned it to anyone about the Bodhisattva lighting a fire lotus into her belly.
Liu Hui did not answer, but turned to say: "Almsgiver Murong, my master is an eminent monk who has achieved enlightenment. Everything he does is for the Buddha and the way of heaven, with a clear conscience.
Now that he has ascended to immortality, when he passes away, the words he leaves to you are, please believe in his innocence as a Buddhist! "
"Hmm, Zen Master, how old were you when Hong Ren died? You do know a lot!"
"Seventeen years ago, when the poor monk was already seven years old, everything was understood in his mind. The master once said that there was a reason why you were in a coma. The master did not offend!"
When Murong Shi heard this, she couldn't help but said sharply: "Oh? Is it reasonable for me to lose all my clothes?!"
Liu Hui said seriously: "The Buddhist venerable gave birth to his son in person, and the fire lotus entered his belly, and naturally all his clothes were burned.
May I ask if donor Murong has had the same dream since that day? "
The fire lotus entered his belly and his clothes were all burned! ?
Murong Shi stood frozen on the spot, not knowing what to say. After that day, she had indeed never had that dream again!
Could the dream become reality?
Did I really blame Zen Master Hongren wrongly?
Hongren passed away when he was only in his thirties. Could it be related to what happened that day?
Zen Master Liuhui added: "If Donor Murong has any doubts about the time when Ling Qianjin was born, you might as well go back and make an appraisal.
Do not fear, do not doubt.
With today’s technology, results can be produced in just a few minutes! "
Murong Shi's eyes widened. She was indeed a little shy about her daughter's life experience: "May I ask Zen Master, what is the connection between the past events and my daughter Qinghan?"
"It would be better for Donor Murong not to know the reason for this.
However, you have also seen today that Donor Gu has soared into the sky. Even a poor monk is not an enemy of her. You should know that I, Lun Zhuan Temple, have no intention of murder. "
Although Liu Hui was injured, his complexion was not good.
But his awe-inspiring righteousness and magnificent Buddhist atmosphere are heart-wrenching.
If it was true as Liuhui said, I had really misunderstood Zen Master Hongren.
At this time, Murong Shi's heart knot was mostly untied.
She couldn't wait to return to Tianjing to get a genetic test for her husband and daughter.
Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, bowed to Liuhui, glanced at the physical statue of Zen Master Hongren, and walked out of the small hall.
Liuhui arranged for a young monk to escort her out of the battle, and then she went to the deep stream.
...
The top of the sky.
Ksitigarbha nodded and said: "It is exactly what the Demon Lord said.
Nowadays, the calamity has changed dramatically, all the immortals have fallen, and the ancient world has no master.
This Asura clan is indeed like a fish in water. If it is not curbed, the Styx Ancestor will dominate the world. "
The black-robed demon cultivator sneered: "I have spent more time in Blue Star in recent years. I just don't have time. I have arranged for four of my disciples to find trouble for the Asura clan.
If you don't give him some clues about Styx, he really thinks that this prehistoric world belongs to him.
When I refine the last sword, I will go and snatch all the remaining ninth-grade [Karma Fire Red Lotus] from him. "
King Ksitigarbha said: "After we separated last time, I heard that the Demon Lord went to Yuquan Mountain?
You want to use the last of the Four Swords of Killing the Immortal [Immortal Trapping Sword] without taking any action? "
The black-robed demon cultivator said: "Humph, Jade Cauldron's three flowers were cut off thousands of years ago, and the five qi in his chest were removed. Now he has just cultivated back to Da Luo Jinxian.
If I come forward, he dare not give it! "
Having said this, the black-robed demonic cultivator moved his left hand slightly, and a book entwined with the golden light of the avenue appeared in his palm:
"By the way, speaking of the Immortal Trap Sword, I would also like to ask for a book of techniques from the Jade Cauldron."
Ksitigarbha's expression changed slightly: "[Nine Transformations Mysterious Art]? Do you want to arrange it for him..."
"Not bad!" The black-robed demon cultivator said: "Moreover, we still lack [Nine Transformation Yuan Gong] and a drop of blood essence. You go back and tell her that I can exchange it for the innate treasure. Let her talk!
She just wants the most precious treasure of Sanqing to be given to her. "
"You actually want to gather together the [Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills] of Great God Pangu?" Ksitigarbha said with a bitter smile: "No one has done it since the beginning of heaven.
and......
Demon Lord, the little monk speaks softly, the empress can only say one word..."
The black-robed demon cultivator snorted coldly and said: "Humph, bartering is my attitude.
This time the layout is complete, I have my mind set.
Just tell her, even if he saved me, I won't touch her.
I can let go of the genocide and the feud, but if she doesn’t know how long it will take, I will make her have no peace! "
Ksitigarbha could only smile bitterly and nod.
After all, his strength was too far behind. He was not even qualified to persuade these quasi-sages and saints.
"Let's go and collect the spirit lotus. I have to go back to sacrifice the [Immortal Trap Sword]," the black-robed demon cultivator said before flying down.
Ksitigarbha hurriedly set off to follow.
