"Amitabha, I have always convinced people with my virtue. Today I only eat one of your arms, which is already a sign of respect for Kutuo Temple."
Zhu Bajie's fat head trembled all over his body, and he said in an angry voice.
The environment returned to normal. If it weren't for the little metaphysics monk who lost an arm, everyone would have thought that everything that just happened was an illusion.
"Eight Realms!"
"Pick up your ears!"
Tang Sanzian looked at Zhu Bajie and said with a gloomy expression.
"Yes, master!"
Zhu Bajie's ears drooped down, he stretched out a pig's paw and made a move with his hand. An ear broke out of the ground and stuck back in again.
"Who else!"
"No fight, no fight!"
"We at Kutuo Temple have already lost three battles, and there is no point in continuing the fight. Buddhist monks are most taboo about being brave and ruthless, and will never judge a hero based on success or failure!"
Master Xuanku of Kutuo Temple adjusted his breathing and recovered a lot. His eyes looked at Tang Sanzang and others with awe in their eyes.
It seemed that Tang San was the master and the other three were apprentices, but it seemed that each of these apprentices were stronger than him, the abbot of Kutuo Temple?
If he could be the master of these three monsters, what kind of cultivation level would Tang Sanzong be in?
They are all instant kills with one move, and there is no way to tell the difference. Is this monk from the Eastern Land so strong in cultivation?
"I don't plan on it anymore, my ass is rotten!"
Sha Wuwu was a little depressed. He had put down the pole and was just waiting to show off his skills, so he had no choice but to pick up the pole next to his feet resentfully.
"Amitabha, what Abbot Xuanku said is right. Although Wu Bian is fighting with fists and kicks, he is also accumulating experience in actual combat and learning from each other's strengths. The result is not important. What is important is the scenery along the way. It is not easy to achieve this level of enlightenment!"
The Dragon-Subduing Arhat nodded, quite approving of what Master Xuanku said.
This clearly shows favoritism and protection of shortcomings. Although the final result was that the four-person group from Dongtu won, it gave people the feeling that they had won the game and lost their lives.
In one sentence, it was worthless to criticize Tang San Bian and others for their murderous aura and eagerness to fight. On the contrary, the monk of Kutuo Temple who was instantly killed by one move had a good understanding.
"Yes, yes, the masters at Kutuo Temple understand the subtleties of Buddhism and don't care about their skinny bodies. It's really admirable!"
"Amitabha, I really want to go to Kutuo Temple to discuss scriptures and classics with the masters. I'm afraid I will benefit a lot!"
"Good, great good!"
The other monks also kept flattering, as if they really admired him from the bottom of their hearts.
The monk from Kutuo Temple also borrowed a pole to climb up and said with a smile. He cheered them up as if they were the winners. The Dongtu quartet was left aside and no one cared about them.
"Next group!"
Dragon Subduing Arhat said expressionlessly.
The Tian Group and the Earth Group were not arranged based on their strength, but they drew number cards and competed based on luck. Groups of monks got on giant futons.
Then they faced off against each other and fought.
The sand and rocks were flying, the scene was grand, Buddha's light overflowed, and the power of faith swept across, making the monks involuntarily stare at everything in front of them with their eyes wide open.
These are all tricks performed by masters, which are rare in daily life and are very precious experiences.
Li Xiaobai looked at it in a daze. The system automatically blocked the power of faith and blocked all pressure. In his opinion, the colorful lights on the stage were dazzling, making him dizzy and even a little sleepy.
I yawned, but suddenly I heard a familiar name in my ears.
"Buddhism, I forgot, I came here to observe all the masters!"
I don't know when a monk in blue floated over and landed on the corner of the futon. His face was calm and he was watching everything in the field quietly.
The monks fell silent instantly, and the two monks who had been fighting fiercely and anxiously stopped in unison, staring blankly at the monk in the corner.
"The monk in blue, personally taught by Lord Buddha!"
"It's Zen Master Sleepy, Master Wang!"
“It’s really incredible that a disciple of the Lord Buddha would appear on this Buddhist debate stage!”
"Amitabha, if that's the case, wouldn't it be that Lord Buddha has been paying attention to the Buddhist Debate Platform? Just now, all our performances were caught in his eyes?"
The faces of the monks were ecstatic, and there was even a hint of madness in their eyes. They believed in Buddhism all the year round and received the baptism of the power of faith. Rather than saying that Buddhism is their faith, it is better to say that the Lord Buddha is the faith in their hearts.
They devoted themselves to practice and worked hard to gain enlightenment, just to get closer to Lord Buddha. Unexpectedly, their efforts were not in vain, Lord Buddha was really paying attention to them!
Knowing this makes all the hardships along the way worth it!
"Master!"
Ma Niubi in the audience also lit up when he saw this, and looked at Li Xiaobai with excitement.
"Yes, it is indeed him. He is forgetful, but his expression is wrong. There is no light in his eyes!"
Li Xiaobai held down Ma Niubi, who was in an excited state, and said coldly.
Although the forgetful monk once had the same dull expression, now his eyes are unfocused, more like hollow than dull.
This is not the forgetfulness he is familiar with, more like a walking corpse.
Obviously, the other party has been saved by the power of faith. Without the system, and listening to the teachings under the seat of the Buddha, of course he has been saved clearly.
"Amitabha, how come Master Wang has the time to come here?"
"But what instructions does my Buddha have?"
The eyes of Arhat Subduing the Dragon looked at Wang Wang were full of evil, and he was obviously hostile.
Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger, as the right-hand man of the Buddha, was full of hostility towards the newly promoted Lord Buddha.
"Amitabha, I have no instructions. It's just that the young monk has always been lax and feels that his sins are serious. Therefore, he came here today to experience the teachings of the masters and to self-examine and wake up!"
The forgotten monk said calmly.
"Masters, continue without taking care of the little monk."
"Or maybe the young monk comes to ask the masters for advice, hoping that the masters can teach the young monk how to behave!"
The forgetful monk said softly. In one sentence, the whole place was shocked and fell into silence.
Saying the harshest words in the calmest tone is definitely not a kind thing.
Li Xiaobai squinted his eyes in the audience. According to the previous news, it has been two hundred years since Wang came to the Pure Land. Logically speaking, ordinary monks cannot achieve very high achievements after practicing for two hundred years.
But for being able to be accepted by the Lord Buddha as his direct descendant, it is obvious that he is a person with unparalleled qualifications and cannot be studied regularly.
It is very likely that he has reached the level of abbot.
"I am a monk who wants to knock on the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. This Master Wang is here to let us recognize ourselves. It seems that Lao Na and others are indeed paid attention to by the Buddha. It is a pity that he is allowed to disappointed!"
The eminent monk from Lingyin Temple slowly said this with a look of repentance on his face.
