Official Hu and Lao Bai looked at each other.
Lao Bai shook his head, and Hu Daguan took a sip of boring wine.
"Next month, on the third day of the Lunar New Year, we will gather at Mangdang Mountain to find a way to communicate with the skin-changing mother-in-law and get the body back." Hu Daguan said.
Lao Bai said: "It will take some time to gather the experts from the twelfth floor of the three sects, but they should all give me face. When everyone is gathered, let's go to Tianyin Pavilion to discuss an explanation."
Lin Xi looked at the two 'friends' with hot foreheads and could only shake his head and said with a wry smile: "Love is also bitter, hate is also bitter, and injustice is repaid. When can we get rid of it? It's better to go back now. It's better to go back now..." "
Hu Daguan had tears in his eyes and said with a ferocious expression: "Monk, you have suffered a lot. Since you have broken the precepts, so what if you break all the rules? I and Lao Bai will handle this matter for you. In short... I can't let you You will suffer this loss for nothing.”
"I like what Mr. Hu said. It is indeed better to have one less hatred in this world than one more. But the monk's matter is not included in this list. It is not fair, and I am not happy in my heart." Lao Bai nodded. .
"No! Two eldest brothers! Why can't you understand people? I don't want revenge, I don't want revenge, I don't want revenge!" Lin Xi looked desperately at the two Xumi monk's 'life' friends.
Suddenly, I felt some regret for my role as a crazy monk.
Although the madman is not stupid, no one believes what the madman says!
Lin Xi no longer wanted to struggle.
He felt that the more he talked, the more excited these two guys became.
After a few perfunctory words, the two of them left with hesitation.
What was taken away was Lin Xi's deep worry and uneasiness.
Although he is not afraid of Tianyin Pavilion, he is afraid of Guanyue Zhenren.
But it’s not necessary! friend!
Anyway, Monk Xumi’s last wish was not to avenge Hong Wax...
In the next few days, in addition to cooperating with the arrangements of Monk Miaofa, I will prepare for the Dharma lecture conference.
Lin Xi also learned about the movements of Lao Bai and Hu Daguan through some channels.
They actually walk the walk, not just talk the talk.
Although their cultivation level is roughly the same as that of Monk Xumi, they are slightly older.
But the connections are very wide.
Hu Daguan is good at making friends. He has friends from all three sects and nine schools in the spiritual world. He has a wide range of people and his face is valuable. If you say a word, there are still many people to count.
But Lao Bai has a tough background and a ruthless backstage.
The Black Emperor of Motian Cliff is one of the few old monsters in the Qingxiao world today who is in the stage of transcending tribulation. He is both good and evil.
The word "good and evil", when mixed with super high cultivation and not weak power, represents the two ways of black and white, good and evil, both hands and eyes can reach the sky.
As the only disciple of the Black Emperor, Lao Bai is naturally a treasure that many people must hold in their arms.
When he gave an order, everyone had to accept it.
"So, with two friends like this, how did Monk Xumi end up in such a miserable state in the first place?" Lin Xi felt even more that Monk Xumi died unjustly.
No matter how much trouble Lao Bai and Hu Daguan make.
By the middle of the month, Damitao Temple was already crowded with monks of all sizes.
Even Yuelun Temple in Daxue Mountain in Mianzhou has disciples of esoteric Buddhism who come to participate in the Dharma assembly.
This is certainly not the face of Monk Xumi.
It's all for the sake of Damitao Temple and Monk Miaofa.
Of course, there are also many monks who want you to set up a stage while I sing.
When there are more people, conflicts will inevitably arise.
Although they are all disciples of Buddhism, they each have different views on Buddhism. This is the difference in Tao. Each party's application of spells and means overlaps, which is another dispute over magic.
In addition, the precepts observed by each party are different.
In the eyes of the enemy, it is like a demon.
The entire Damitao Temple was turned into a mess.
Lin Xi pretended to be a crazy monk, wearing a tattered monk's robe all day long, and shaking a broken fan that he got from nowhere. He walked around like crazy, causing a lot of little troubles, and causing a lot of chaos. .
Although the four elements of monks are empty, except for the truly enlightened monks, most of them are just mortal bodies, and some emotions become more and more violent the more they are suppressed.
Although he was calm on the surface, he secretly sent a lot of negative emotions to Lin Xi.
Because he was worried that Monk Xumi had any "backup", Lin Xi often ignited negative emotions and introduced the evil spirit into the relics.
The eight-treasure glazed relic that was originally good has now become like black crystal. It has not only swelled in size, but has also become the home of Yin Xie's true energy.
The Yinxie True Essence was mixed with Monk Xumi's original Eight Treasures Glaze True Essence. The new True Essence was cold, domineering, yet transparent and clear, with an evil Zen charm.
On this day, the wind was just right.
The sky is bright and cloudless.
The square in Damitao Temple is already filled with monks from all over the place.
Monk Miaofa was wearing the most gorgeous cassock, and with a shiny face, he greeted the famous monks from all over. He looked more like a well-rounded businessman than a monk.
Despite this, Lin Xi did not dare to look down on Monk Miaofa.
In Buddhism, there are living beings, there are monks who practice asceticism, they are as miserable as beggars, and they are as poor as slaves. Naturally, there are also wealthy monks who dress like rich men and enjoy themselves like powerful men.
Even Lin Xi himself was not sure that he could really handle this so-called lecture conference.
Monk Miaofa has prepared and purchased it regardless of the cost.
Lin Xi really couldn't guess what his true intentions were.
After the bell rang, the auspicious time came. Under the guidance of the formation, the scorching sun in the sky bloomed with a golden light, penetrating the glazed tile roof of the Main Hall. The refracted light seemed to coat the entire Damitao Temple with a layer of sacredness. colored halo.
Then, the phantoms of the four great Buddhas appeared, driven by the formation.
Just like this Dharma assembly, it is conducted under the witness of all Buddhas.
Then the golden flowers all over the sky fell, and the majestic spiritual energy was captured from all directions by the spirit gathering formation and stuffed into the entire venue.
Some ascetic monks from small places couldn't help but find a place with not many people when they encountered such a huge amount of spiritual energy. They sat cross-legged and meditated, and began to refine the spiritual energy and extract the true essence.
The atmosphere of exaggeration and luxury seemed to set the tone from the beginning.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of conch blowing came from all directions.
Elders and disciples from major temples and Buddhist sects from all over the world were solemnly introduced.
Some believers who had spent a lot of money and had some status among the common people were allowed to watch from a distance. Faced with such a momentum, they knelt down and praised it.
There were dozens of monks on the left and right, holding various magical instruments in their hands, walking out from both sides of the altar, and then stood in solemn silence.
Not far away, there are three lotus terraces parked.
On the lotus platform, three people are 'sit' in different ways.
A beggar covered in dirt was lying on his back, as if he had no bones, catching lice on his body, and at the same time counting the coins in his arms, which were his rewards for participating in the Dharma ceremony.
A woman in cool clothes was twisting her body restlessly, and occasionally ogling some young monks, making them blush.
The last young man from a rich family was lying on the lotus platform, soundly asleep, with a strong smell of wine still on his body.
