Of course Guifu didn't smoke the cigar.
Of course, this may also be related to Chen Fu not daring to come out...
After taking the rosary beads from Chen Daji's hand, I felt the unique "essence" of Master Kong Chan, and the violent aura of ghosts and Buddhas became more restrained.
"Namo Amitabha."
"I didn't expect that the master is actually an old friend of mine from Jinguang Temple. It's rude for me to be a poor monk."
Seeing the goodwill in Gui Buddha Wu Mian's heart gradually being aroused, the deaf mother-in-law had an idea in her mind.
"We're just passing through."
"Eldest grandson, second grandson, don't let the master stand outside the door. Come in and sit down."
People are old and refined, and ghosts are old and spiritual.
Grandma Mai instantly understood what her deaf mother-in-law meant.
As the ghost sedan moved out of the way, she also walked out of it.
"Since we are old friends, it's better to meet each other by chance than to invite each other. Master, please invite me inside."
The ghost Buddha hesitated for a moment and stepped into the small courtyard.
He also thoughtfully reduced the size of the giant Buddha behind him to two meters.
The thoughtful Hu Feier had already brought three wicker chairs and made tea.
The deaf mother-in-law, the linen-clad grandmother, and the ghost Buddha sat around the stone table like this.
Chen Daji saw the cassock hanging sideways outside the red robe of the ghost and Buddha, and subconsciously stepped forward to help him put it on.
"Bald brother, you have to wear good clothes for the cold weather!"
"If you catch a cold, you will have a runny nose just like Fatty Zhao."
"Suck, suck, suck, it's so disgusting!"
How long has it been since anyone cared so much about me? !
Chen Daji's subconscious actions reminded Gui Buddha of the scene when he was a child, when the teacher would always wrap clothes around him from behind whenever he worshiped Buddha late at night.
Therefore, the goodwill in my heart is stronger.
"Namo Amitabha."
"I thank the benefactor for your concern, poor monk."
With kindness in his heart and the protection of Buddha's robes, the ghost energy surrounding Ghost Buddha No Face finally disappeared completely.
Hua Jiunan is so smart:
Seeing that things were about to turn around, he hurried to strike while the iron was hot.
"Master, I have something about Buddhism that I don't understand, and I hope you can enlighten me."
When it came to Buddhist matters, the ghosts and Buddhas showed no signs of neglect and immediately answered the question.
"Namo Amitabha."
"If the donor has any questions, just ask them. The poor monk will definitely tell you everything he knows."
Hua Jiunan walked three steps slowly and sat down in front of the stone table.
Pick up the brush, spread out the yellow paper and draw while talking.
"I remember what the Tathagata Sutra says."
"Buddha should have a body of true gold, a throat like a conch shell, a face like a full moon, and eyes like a green lotus."
"The eyebrows are slender and long, the nose is high and straight, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the arms hang down above the knees."
"The body is radiant, powerful as a lion, and the appearance is like an elephant king."
"It has forty teeth, a raised bun on top, body and cheeks like a lion, seven flat areas, white hair between the brows, and the sound of the Eight Brahma."
"Why does the Buddha behind the master have such a weird shape?!"
Hua Jiunan's paintings are extremely expressive:
As he spoke, a compassionate and solemn Buddha appeared on the page.
After looking at it for a long time, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds and the Buddha's light flashed.
When the ghost Buddha saw this, his whole body trembled instantly.
Subconsciously covering his eyes with his hands, he kept talking.
"The donor's heart is like Bodhi, great wisdom and great compassion!"
"It's a pity that faceless people are ashamed to see the Buddha. Please quickly invite the Buddha into the inner room!"
Hua Jiunan did not follow the instructions, but picked up the yellow paper, stood up and walked to the suspended Buddha statue.
"Did Master practice the Dharma of Dharma or the Dharma of Lesser Dharma?"
Guifu still covered his face with his hands, but still answered subconsciously.
"The donor understands the truth. When the young monk was ordained, my master taught me the thirty-six volumes of the Little Buddha's Sutra."
Hua Jiu could not smile.
"I dare to ask Master, what are the differences in the purposes of Dharma and Xiaopharm?"
The principles of Buddhism have been deeply ingrained in the hearts of ghosts and Buddhas.
When Hua Jiunan asked the question, I thought he was deliberately trying to compete, so he answered quickly.
"Namo Amitabha."
"Mahayana Buddhism follows the path of Bodhisattva and saves all living beings."
"The Hinayana Buddhism has the wrath of Vajra. Only after self-cultivation and liberation can all living beings be saved and be reborn in bliss."
After hearing this answer, the smile on Hua Jiunan's face became even wider.
"In that case, I have one more question."
"Master has practiced the Buddha Dharma, but if you can't face your true self, how can you practice? How can you be liberated? How can you save all sentient beings?!"
Hua Jiunan's seemingly ordinary questions are actually secretly fused with Taoist secrets and awakening spells.
Three questions in a row resounded like thunder in Guifu Wulian's heart.
He broke into a cold sweat and his body trembled even more violently.
Even the black dagger and the suspended blood-stained letter fell to the ground.
Repeatedly as if possessed.
"Yes, if you can't face your true self, how can you practice? How can you be liberated? How can you save all sentient beings..."
Seeing this scene, Chen Daji took action decisively.
Dear readers, please don’t get me wrong:
He's not hitting ghosts and Buddhas in the crotch with a slingshot.
Instead, he tentatively stretched out a foot, and kicked the dagger that Guifu had dropped on the ground away from him out of fear of being frightened.
Seeing that Guifu turned a blind eye to his actions, Chen Daji took action again and decisively kicked the dagger in front of Master Chang Ba.
and winked at him desperately.
Although Chang Baye was scared in his heart and even shivered harder than a ghost or a Buddha, he still understood the meaning of his "good gay friend" instantly.
He decisively took off the black pot on his head and held the dagger slightly.
He pretended to be nonchalant, whistled softly, and placed himself on the black pot.
An enemy without a weapon is a good enemy...
