After the dust dispersed, it turned out that it was exactly as the old monk said. The young monk, who was so majestic and elegant when he first came, had a good beating from the abbot of the ancient temple on the bell platform, and he rang the bell more than twenty times. They all returned to this monk who looked young but was already the head of the hall. He was dressed in moon-white monk's robes and had palm prints overlapping each other, making him look very embarrassed.
"Even if Zhongtai Temple is no longer as grand as it used to be with thousands of monks chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, and it can't compare with the grandeur of your Buqiu Temple, but since they belong to the same Buddhist sect, no matter where the abbot is, it will be bigger than the head seat of the Buqiu Temple. , this kind of saying has been in the commandments for a long time, without exception, and no one has ever dared to tamper with the original meaning, so I am punishing you this time, do you have any complaints?" The old abbot closed his hands with satisfaction, and his golden sleeves faded away, look Seeing that half of the monk's face was slightly swollen, he chuckled twice, and then the conversation changed. The abbot of the temple, Zhongzheng Merciful, came to join him.
"The ancient Zhongtai temple is no longer what it used to be, but there are so many ancient books and scriptures. Although I have spent many years in vain when I was young, I have read through the sea of volumes in the library for the past forty years. Why have I never heard of them? I don’t ask for the name of the temple, but I also ask this little friend to clarify my doubts.”
The young hall master had never suffered such a loss before. He looked angry, but he was suffering from the fact that the old monk in front of him was too strong and tough. Even with the unique palm skills in the sect, he could not sway him at all. He has lived in seclusion for several generations without asking for a temple, so he has been able to live alone. The temple is spread over a mountain, and there are more than tens of thousands of monks. Although the position of the leader is not very high, there are many disciples in the hall.
Not only was he respectful, but he was stabilized by the abbot of the Zhongtai ancient temple, which had been in decline for many years, so he felt a little depressed for a while.
"Since the collapse of the Qi Dynasty, the Wuqiu Temple has housed countless monks in distress. Although it is not as old as the Zhongtai Temple, in terms of its background and origins, it is by no means inferior to the Zhongtai Temple. Buddhism pays attention to the word purity, and it is not necessary to hide from the world. Naturally, it is rare for his reputation to spread to the world." The monk finally calmed down and looked at the old monk's sleeves that had returned to calm, feeling a little lucky.
After thirty or fifty more moves, I am afraid that without the old abbot changing his moves, his own palms will be shaken to pieces. This is a very powerful palm technique in Buddhism. If you push the mountain in front of you in front of you, you can see the sunlit Yang Pass; but this old monk is heavier than the mountain in front of you, and you can only look up, but cannot move an inch.
Hearing this, the old monk also put away his two palms, suppressed all his momentum, and said casually, "In this case, I don't ask for the temple to be the abbot of the temple. It is really a great merit. But what I don't understand is that such a person Eminent monk, if you want to observe the Seven Wonders of Buddhism, why do you insist on using your power to suppress others? If you come to the door to discuss things in person and act with courtesy, even though the Zhongtai Temple is depleted, it will never be so stingy."
The monk clasped his palms together, looked sad, and sighed, "The founder of my temple passed away and became enlightened ten years ago. Before his death, he spent countless efforts searching for the whereabouts of the Seven Wonders of Buddhism in the world. Unfortunately, the few big temples originally established by the Buddha have disappeared. Almost all of them were destroyed by the war. Even if the temple was not damaged by luck, it is still empty of people. There are no people guarding the temple, and there is no trace of Qimiao."
"No wonder, it seems that the current abbot of Buqiu Temple is still a little shallow in Taoism." Zen Master Fukong curled his lips, "He came to the door one after another, completely disregarding the etiquette of fellow disciples, and even started to fight with the old man, retreating for thirty years, you As with the previous monk, even if I adhere to the precept of not killing, you two will definitely suffer more."
"The abbot's orders must be obeyed." The young monk in moon-white robes hesitated to speak, but in the end he just squeezed out a few words and bowed slightly.
Zen Master Fukong shook his head and just waved to the monk to follow him. He walked back to the top of the mountain with a light gait. When he arrived in front of the ancient bell outside the temple, he slowly stopped, stroked the bell body, and He said after a while: "Speaking of it, the abbot is just the head of a temple. No matter how wide the temple is, how prosperous the population is, and all the Buddhists in the temple are profound in Buddhism, it does not mean that the abbot of this temple can cover the sky with one hand. You We are all in Buddhism, and no one dares to disobey the Buddha’s orders; the abbot’s orders should be obeyed, but wrong is wrong and right is right. We know clearly that abbot’s orders are contrary to the rules and principles, so why bother to obey them.”
After that, the old monk held the Buddha bell with one palm. The bell was extremely old, as if it had been exposed to rain and wind for countless years. The face of the bronze bell was already mottled and cracked, and moss was crawling in the middle. It no longer looked like an ordinary temple bell. Spotless. After today's more than twenty palms, which were like a storm of wind and rain, the master of the Buqiu Temple became more and more uneven, and even had countless palm prints that were deeply sunk, making it look even more dilapidated.
But the old monk only touched it gently, and the bronze bell was like bamboo shoots. All the dents returned to their original shape, and even the countless cracks were slowly healed.
"Understood?" The old monk turned back and looked at the young monk calmly.
The latter thought for a long time, raised his head and saluted, bowed his hands to the ground, "Thank you, Abbot."
The sun was just right on the top of the Zhongtai Temple, and the sky was high and the clouds were clear. The sound of the bells had just frightened away countless birds. Now they had returned. They looked at the two people in twos and threes. They didn't show any timidity. They looked at the two monks with their heads shining with interest. They didn't understand. Its meaning.
Then there was the sound of wind in the mountains, whistling past from far to near.
Ten feet away from Zen Master Fu Kong, stones exploded into pieces, and stone fragments flew into the air.
"So bold." The old monk raised his eyes, "I don't care about you, but you come to provoke me. It's very annoying."
The white stone was so powerful that after seeing its shape and hearing its sound first, it did not move towards Zen Master Fu Kong, but went straight towards the back of the monk's head from Buqiu Temple, moving like thunder.
The figures of the two people on the distant mountain disappeared in an instant. Without caring about anything else, they flew hundreds of feet away and disappeared into the forest.
Xiao Qianli was already covered in cold sweat, his knuckles were trembling, and he was unable to hold the flying stone. Except for Xiao Qianli, no one knew how fast the flying stone was, and he deliberately attacked and killed him. It was almost inevitable to avoid it. The monk wearing moon-white robes was clearly approaching the four realms, but he was completely unaware that the flying rocks were approaching.
"It's really scary that this decaying temple in the barren mountains and ridges can encounter such a strong opponent." Xiao Qianli wiped the cold sweat from his head and frowned. Just before the flying rocks exploded, he felt that There was a sudden jump, and the old monk's Qi followed him like a shadow. It came first and locked him tightly. It was extremely difficult to even move. Fortunately, Xiao Qianli was also very human. He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely and then hurriedly escaped without being sealed back.
The old man was also frightened, "It's so scary. I originally wanted to use this to provoke some disputes between the two temples and earn some money and items, but it almost shocked the spirit to death. What is the state of this thief and bald man."
Xiao Qianli finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not stop. Taking advantage of the opportunity to move around, he cursed angrily, "It's either the fifth realm or above the fifth realm. It's not something you and I can handle. Just save one life." It’s already not easy, why do you still want to do that?”
The Buddha protects the flying rocks everywhere. How can such methods be used by ordinary people?
