"Where did this stinky beggar come from? It stinks so much."
"Ugh, I'm going to vomit. It's too smelly. Look at the beggar's arms. There are so many acnes, and they're all oozing with pus."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really unlucky that this sacred place of Buddhism has been defiled by such a person."
Amidst the disgusted sounds of countless tourists, the old beggar looked calm and walked with a peach blossom staff without sadness or joy, his eyes always falling on the magnificent hall on the top of the mountain.
Soon, he reached the top and stood at the main entrance of Dahuanglong Tianzong Temple.
This is also the place with the most tourists. The appearance of the old beggar was very eye-catching. For a while, countless people avoided him, but his face remained as usual, with a pair of gentle pupils carefully looking at the left and right couplets on the main door.
First couplet: Have you come to worship me? You must think about how many crimes you have committed, and bow and kowtow here.
Second line: Who is the preacher? He must show his emotions and speak some warning words to shock people's ears.
The old beggar looked at the couplet carefully for a few times, then sighed and shook his head. He raised his dirty, acne-covered palm and waved it casually. The characters on the couplet immediately disappeared and were replaced by another short couplet.
First couplet: This is neither a spiritual mountain nor a world.
Second line: If there is no living Buddha in it, why is it so solemn?
As soon as the method was adopted, the solemn chanting in Dahuang Longtianzong Temple stopped, and a kind voice came from the Main Hall:
"Which Buddha tampered with the secret Zen couplets?"
Upon hearing the inquiry, the old beggar didn't say anything. He just walked into the main entrance and entered the main hall with a peach blossom stick.
Inside the hall, there is clear smoke and thick incense. Countless pilgrims and believers are being warned by the monks. The scene is magnificent and extraordinary. The left wall is covered with obscure Buddhist scriptures written in gold powder. The scrolls are scattered all over the side, and the right wall is hung with Buddhist scriptures. There are ancient vermilion wooden fish of different sizes, most of which have decayed, and are full of pits and cracks, showing their age.
There are two large yellow and clear statues hung on the hanging beams. They are bright yellow and translucent, and are full of Bodhisattva images. Hundreds of orange and yellow thick futons are placed on the ground. At this moment, countless pilgrims are kneeling on these futons, kowtowing to the Buddha statues.
The Buddha statues they kowtow to are the huge golden Maitreya enshrined in the hall, and the golden statues of Buddhas of different sizes are all over the wall. At a glance, there are no less than a thousand statues.
At this moment, the old beggar was watching all of this quietly, sizing up these things. The more he looked at them, the softer the light in his eyes became.
"Amitabha……"
As cool words rang out, an old monk wearing a brocade cassock and a Five-Buddha hat appeared with a group of monks. Amid the exclamations of countless pilgrims around him, he walked towards the beggar who was looking at everything carefully.
"The poor monk Wang Chan, the abbot of Dahuang Longtian Sect Temple, wonders why the Buddha came here?"
Looking at the kind-faced and upright old monk in front of him, the beggar smiled, held the peach blossom staff, and spoke a little shyly:
"Teach you how to be a good person."
As soon as the gentle and amiable words came out, a blood-red Guanyin with substance and a height of thousands of feet appeared in the sky above the Dahuanglong Tianzong Temple!
At the foot of the mountain, the woman in green holding an umbrella shook her head with a wry smile when she saw this, then turned around and looked at the thousands of tourists and pilgrims behind her who didn't know what was going on.
"Huh? Isn't this young master offering incense to the Bodhisattva? Why are you suddenly at the foot of the mountain?"
"What the hell is going on here? I'm still asking Master when my father will die so that I can inherit his property. Why am I here all of a sudden?"
"Where's the Buddha? Where's the Bodhisattva? I haven't donated any money yet."
At this moment, the originally magnificent hall became pitch black and dirty.
The Buddhist scriptures originally written with gold powder on the wall on the left have turned into pieces of buttery human skin filled with Buddhist scriptures written in blood.
The dilapidated wooden fish hanging on the wall on the right have turned into skulls full of cracks and grooves made by years of knocking.
The yellow Qing Dynasty hanging above the head has now turned into a blood magic weapon with its limbs cut off, stuffed with beeswax and rosin, and then sewn into a meat bag.
In the end, even the huge Maitreya Buddha statue turned into a sculpture as dark as an evil ghost, and the wall full of thousand-gold Buddhas behind the Maitreya Buddha statue turned into a wall of human faces.
In this hell-like hall that was full of corpse stench and fishy smell, the old beggar took a few more glances at the wall composed of tens of thousands of faces. These faces were male and female, old and young, and each of them They all had their eyes closed and looked solemn.
He knew that these were made from living people.
"You, you are Wu Gu!"
The scarred old monk fell in a pool of blood and looked at the old beggar in horror.
There were wailing and scarred disciples everywhere around him, and a large amount of blood covered the entire floor and flowed to the outside of the hall.
Listening to these screams, Wu Gu's face was filled with pity.
"Scream, scream louder, and let these suffering dead people listen. They have suffered too much, and they need your screams to get some relief."
Hearing this, great fear flashed across the face of the old monk, whose limbs had been broken. He lay in a pool of blood and watched the old beggar scream:
"Zen Master Wugou, my disciple is willing to take the ordination, be abolished and cultivate, and return."
"No, no, no, you have to die." The old beggar suddenly shook his head and muttered:
"If you don't die, the monk can't bear it. The monk can't bear it. It's more serious than the Buddha. So, you have to die."
The old monk was stunned and stared blankly at Wu Gu in front of him. Then his mind suddenly moved and the corners of his mouth twitched and he said:
"Zen Master Wugou, the poor monk has refined the Tantric Flesh Lotus, and the poor monk is willing to dedicate it to the Zen Master."
After saying that, he used all his strength to recite: "The Buddha's interest is in the Kusun River, which is cool and free of turbidity. The most respected among people enter the water and bathe on the other side. The leader of the assembly, I have taught you Zhou Na. I am very tired now. , you quickly spread the bedding. Zhou Naxun received the instruction, and spread the four robes. After the Tathagata had ceased to rest, Zhou Na sat in front of him. I gave it to the World-Honored One, and I want to achieve annihilation!"
After reciting the sutra, the scarlet beads on his chest that were stained red with blood suddenly lit up, and a strange living creature with flesh-colored abalone immediately flew out of the beads.
Wugou watched quietly, watching the wrinkles on the flesh lotus slowly squirm, blooming Buddha light in the air, and the soft light in his eyes continued to dim.
The next second, the strange flesh lotus that flew out suddenly sucked in the air, directly attached to the old monk's eyebrows, and stuck to it tightly!
"Hahahaha, you were fooled!"
The old monk, whose limbs were crippled and dying, suddenly let out an earth-shattering laugh. At the same time, his entire body began to change. His skin began to squirm like a thick paste. His entire body began to look less human and began to expand rapidly!
"Wugou, you ruined my secret sect, I want you to be damned forever!!!"
