"Little white fox, if you don't come out, this little guy will lose his temper!" Lu Chen called out in a low voice.
"Even if you are not angry, he will still be alive and well. Don't worry, he has just entered samadhi and is enlightening!"
"Enlightenment?" Lu Chen curled his lips and said that he would believe anyone who realized enlightenment. If he didn't understand, he would rather believe that a pig would realize enlightenment.
The saying is that those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. It refers to the two living treasures of the little dot and the little white fox. One is eating desperately, the other is sleeping desperately. They have to go out at the same time, one person and one fox. They are a perfect match.
"Don't look down on him, at least he's better than you!" The little white fox glared at Lu Chen, then looked at the silent little one, "I can't even give you a cub!"
"Get out!" Lu Chen was very rude and kicked the little white fox. The idea was good, but the reality could never be realized. The little white fox disappeared again.
"Enlightenment!" Lu Chen whispered, walking around the table and staring at the little one, "What exactly is enlightenment, and what is enlightenment?"
Lu Chen frowned, still unable to find any clue.
Sitting cross-legged opposite the little one, nothing could be seen except for the dazzling golden light. And if others saw the little one, he would still be a black ball of flesh, no different.
At this moment, the little guy looks majestic, sitting cross-legged, with his fleshy hands palms up between his legs. It does look a bit like the posture of a Buddhist monk while meditating.
Such a scene appeared on the little one, making Lu Chen shake his head in disbelief.
Seeing that his breathing was steady, Lu Chen stopped disturbing him and took out the Psychopathy Dafa to study it carefully. Although it was a fragment of the scroll, he valued it very much. The recorded method seemed to be a method practiced by non-human beings, but in order to enter that secret realm again, he also Gotta fight.
As time passed, Yun Guang stretched out and glanced at Lu Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the villa, "Madman!"
With a whisper, he jumped up behind Lu Chen and sat down cross-legged. He naturally knew that Lu Chen was absorbing the almost non-existent purple energy.
"How was last night?" Yun Guang asked after the rising sun had completely emerged.
"The little one must have gotten a chance and is still meditating!" Lu Chen whispered, not sure whether it was good or bad.
"Yeah!" Yun Guang nodded. Lu Chen was already used to this. Yun Guang was famous for being a talkative person in the inner courtyard, and many of his fellow students secretly called him Yun Men.
The two of them returned to the villa hall together and were stunned for a moment.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of knocking wooden fish gradually sounded and gradually spread. Before long, many people had gathered outside. "Boss, what's going on?" Shi Pei and others came over, covering their ears.
"You guys?" Lu Chen frowned, staring at more and more Heyi Sect members behind him.
All of them were bleary-eyed, covering their ears, and seemed to be uncomfortable. They were all woken up from their sleep.
"It's the sound of a wooden fish!" Luo Tong said, pointing to the little boy in the hall of the villa who closed his eyes and knocked on the wooden fish.
Looking at it now, the little one is still dark, with twelve ring scars on his bald head, tapping the wooden fish very steadily, and muttering something in his mouth.
"Is this a monk?" Everyone was stunned.
"Little novice monk!" Ling Xuan whispered.
"Om mani padme hum!" A six-character Buddhist mantra rang out, and everyone felt a strong wind blowing in their faces. They hurriedly covered their eyes. When they came to their senses, the little one had already stood up, knocking on the wooden fish to slow down the crowd. Come slowly.
"Amitabha, the poor monk came here on the stars. He passed by the treasure house and asked for a donation to transform the Buddha. Can the donor do it for you?" The little boy knocked on the wooden fish and lowered his forehead. He looked a bit like a Buddhist disciple.
"Did he really become a novice monk?" Ling Xuan didn't believe it. It was too unreal. The delicious and fun little thing suddenly turned into a solemn novice monk. She even started to beg alchemy. She was like a dream.
She still remembered that every time the little one jumped on her and tried to get into her arms, she was quite embarrassed and shy at first, but she thought that the other person was still young and probably just for fun, so she let him go.
Now, the other party has become a monk? She still didn't quite believe it and wanted to reach out and touch the ring scar on the top of the little girl's head.
"Donor, please respect yourself, Amitabha!" The little one whispered and recited the Buddha's name again.
"It's over!" Tan Yi muttered, "This is a real monk!"
Everyone nodded when they heard this. Who would have thought that the most active little guy in the new area, who was as black as coal, would become a novice monk.
Lu Chen frowned and stared at the little novice monk knocking on the wooden fish in front of him. Even when he opened his eyes, he still couldn't see anything unusual. Even he began to think that all this was true.
"Have you completely changed the little guy?" He frowned slightly. Although the little guy got a great opportunity, it was not a good thing in Lu Chen's opinion. At the very least, the little guy in front of him seemed to have changed.
"Hey! I can't hold it in anymore!"
Just when everyone was feeling sad, a black light flashed away, and a white light flashed on Lu Chen's shoulder.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of wooden fish sounded one after another and gradually faded away!
Everyone was stunned and confused, staring at Lu Chen. The latter's face was gloomy, "Why are you staring at me? I'm not a monk!"
He was really angry. Everything was an illusion. The little boy did get a chance, and he was still the same person as before. He had not changed.
"Amitabha, the poor monk came together as one. Passing by Baofang, I asked you to give me a bowl. Can you please do me a favor?" In front of the mountain gate of Fangfang Mountain, a dark figure crossed its legs on the back of a snow-white little white fox. Sitting, knocking the wooden fish in his hand, exuding wisps of golden light, the treasure is solemn, staying outside the gate of this power mountain at this moment.
"What's going on?" The disciple responsible for guarding the mountain gate was immediately confused.
They naturally knew that this man and fox came from the Heyi Sect, and they also heard about everything that happened last night, but when did the little boy become a novice monk? This makes them not believe it from the bottom of their hearts.
The fleshy ball that showed its power at the beginning is still vivid in my mind, but the little novice monk in front of me is reciting the Buddha's name, the treasure is solemn, the only thing is that it is a little darker.
"It is said that there was a huge change in the Sutra Pavilion in the inner courtyard last night. Is this little guy really getting the opportunity in the inner courtyard?" A gatekeeper disciple was surprised.
"I don't know, is it true?"
"Forget it, let the sect master handle it!" After saying that, one person stared at the monk and the fox, and the other person hurried to report.
Not long after, more than ten people came galloping from the peak, all staring at the monk and the fox in front of them, looking at each other with strange expressions.
"Sect Master, are you going to get rid of me?" A disciple walked up to the leader and whispered.
"Shut up!" the leader scolded directly, "Do you know how strong this little novice monk is? Even if he doesn't get the chance, he is not someone our sect can provoke!"
After saying that, the sect leader put his hands together and bowed, "Little master, I wonder what the reason for this transformation is?"
"Pfft..." Behind him, some disciples of the sect couldn't help seeing the scene of their sect leader.
"Everything is fate, and everything can be fate. The fate of the donor is the fate of all living beings, and everything can be fate, Amitabha!" The little boy whispered, chanted a Buddha's name, stretched out a finger with his fleshy little black hand, and gently Click on the head of the young man in front of you.
A golden light flashed away. The man was about to resist, but he felt very comfortable and warm all over his body. He couldn't help but be shocked. It was as if he had just taken a big tonic.
"This..." The man was stunned. "Has Xiaoheikeng really obtained the true teachings of Buddhism?" He was stunned.
"Almsgiver..." The little one held out an alms bowl.
"Ah..." The sect leader was stunned, then came to his senses, and quickly asked someone to take out the food and put it into the alms bowl.
After a long time, a lot of food was put in. A single meal had already put the entire sect's meal rations in it, but the alms bowl could not be filled.
"Amitabha, the fate between your sect and my Buddha has not yet come!" The little boy chanted the Buddha's name again, turned around and left.
"Master, wait!" The sect master was anxious and took out a decent weapon. The alms bowl actually glowed with light. Seeing that there was something interesting, the sect leader took out the jade slip and said, "Master, look..."
"Amitabha!" The little boy recited the Buddha's name, and a jade slip carrying thunder came from the sky, calming everyone. Such a scene, only
There are means that only the most powerful might possess.
Seeing this, everyone came forward one after another and wanted to form good relationships, "Amitabha, I am a Buddha who pays attention to relationships, but the donors may not be able to form relationships with Buddha if they do this!"
"Can't I get the Buddha's fate?" A disciple hesitated.
The little boy nodded, "The fate is the Buddha's concentration, and the poor monk is just an ascetic!"
"If you give it, you might be able to form a Buddhist bond, but if you don't give it, you'll really have no Buddhist bond at all!" A disciple gritted his teeth and drew out the waste source in his hand.
"Give it a try!" Seeing this, other people also donated their money and went to the source of waste.
"Amitabha, the Buddha is with you!" The little monk chanted the Buddha's name again, "The little monk will go and tell you about the Buddha's fate!"
After the words fell, the monk and the fox gradually faded away in the hot eyes of everyone. Everything seemed to have never happened. Such a scene made them feel that there was a real possibility of getting a chance, and all of them blushed. .
Such a scene was gradually staged in various sects, and before long, it had spread throughout most of the inner courtyard.
Everyone knows that there is a monk and a fox who give alms to the major sects in the inner courtyard, looking for people who are destined to be related to the Buddha.
There was a knock on the door, and Wei Can walked into Lu Chen's room.
"What?" Lu Chen, who was meditating on the Dafa of Mental Illness, was stunned. "Senior Wei Can, do you mean that all the sects that I have been to have given away their wasteland to end the Buddhist fate that he said?"
"Well, almost all the sects' waste sources were given away, and many sects gave away the waste sources and gave away everything they could!" Wei Can also felt that this was not a good relationship. This was obviously What a waste!
Lu Chen was completely stunned, "What should I do?" He looked at Wei Can.
Naturally, he could tell at a glance that this man and the fox were causing trouble again.
They had just been deceived not long ago, especially themselves. At that time, they were very disappointed and sad, but everything was just pretending.
Wei Can shook his head. Not long after, Shi Pei, Luo Tong and others also ran in. The moment they saw Wei Can, they looked at each other and nodded.
"Why did they all believe it?" Lu Chen was puzzled.
