"Jiang Liu'er, I copied the Lenggong Sutra a hundred times, and I can't eat until I finish it."
"Recite sutras a thousand times before the Buddha, and be sincere in your heart."
"You are a born Buddhist, and you must be strict with yourself and not slack off. You actually sleep secretly. Do you still want to imitate those little monks and go to the back mountains to eat meat secretly?"
"Pa bang bang..."
The cane hit the person, making a crisp snapping sound.
The child's eyes were dull and his expression was calm, as if the old monk's cane had not hit him, but a piece of rotten and dead flesh.
Wait until the punishment is over.
The child obediently picked up the Buddhist scriptures and began to recite them sincerely.
It seems that the previous punishment does not exist.
Monk Faming looked at Jiang Liu'er sitting there reciting Buddhist scriptures. In the induction, a ray of Buddha nature became stronger and stronger. A ray of golden light gradually appeared on the little guy's head, so he nodded with satisfaction. , put his hands together, and quietly recited Amitabha.
"Sure enough, he is the son of the tenth Buddha. His Buddha nature is deeply hidden. Even if he is only three years old now, the Buddha's light is so dense that he is comparable to the Great Drohan. Is he really the reincarnation of that person? But what about his wisdom? , where is his magic power? Also, where are the various killing techniques?"
Monk Faming actually didn't understand it, but that didn't stop him from teaching like this.
Because the child's character has not yet matured and he has escaped from being naughty. Only by not allowing him to think and training him in the most rigorous format can he carve Buddhist scriptures and thoughts into his bones.
"In the future, you will eventually travel through thousands of mountains and rivers. If you don't have a strong will and don't go through hardships, how can you have the perseverance to persevere?"
"Faith and willpower, perseverance, and resilience. This is your mission and a task that must be completed."
Looking at that little figure, he chanted sutras all night long under the oil lamp, sleepless.
Monk Faming smiled slightly, contentedly leaned on the couch and fell asleep.
This time I have gone down to earth to experience, and I have achieved merit. When my merits are completed and I cast off the mortal world, I will not only be able to atone for my previous sins, but I will also be able to go one step further...
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"How cruel. He is only three years old, and he trains such a young child into a conditioned reflex like a dog. If this continues, the Buddhist beliefs will be engraved into his bones, and the person will be completely disabled."
"It's a pity that I can't help. I can't even show my head in this damn temple..."
Yang Lin's Jingyuan clone hid in the blood mole on the back of the hand of the little Tang Monk, now named Jiang Liu'er by Monk Faming, and remained motionless.
For three years, it has been lurking like this without any movement.
Looking at the little guy who is a little older, he has been forcefully indoctrinated with many Buddhist concepts since he became conscious, and he has to stay in front of the Buddha for two hours every day for the baptism of Buddha's light. No, it is brainwashing.
I also watched helplessly as the little guy became dull and without the slightest bit of independent thinking.
Just like the stupidest animal, it has been trained to look like what others want to see.
It depends on whether the little guy can bear it.
In fact, it is possible.
Mentally, every day he has ten lifetimes of enlightenment welling up in his soul. Whether it is the speed at which he can read words or comprehend Buddhist scriptures, he can understand it as soon as he hears it, and he can speak it well as soon as he hears it. A century old monk.
The little guy recited Buddhist scriptures. Although his voice was immature, every word he uttered was filled with Buddha's light in the courtyard, which seemed to explain the truth of heaven and earth. It was like hearing the drums at dusk and bells in the morning, which was thought-provoking.
As for not eating meat and fish, but only eating whole grains, and staying up all night, will it harm the body? No, it won't.
Yang Lin felt that the least thing to worry about was Jiang Liuer's physical condition.
Monk Faming obviously also knew this.
For three years.
Ever since Jiang Liuer had no self-awareness, Monk Faming had been chanting sutras around him every day.
That kind of scripture was not anything Yang Lin had ever heard of.
Like a unique spell.
As the scriptures were being recited, a strange ripple came from the golden statue of Buddha in the main hall of Jinshan Temple. Then, Yang Lin discovered that something was melting deep in the little guy's spiritual altar, and little by little it merged into his body. Of course, it also melted into the blood mole on the back of his hand.
Three years have passed.
Yang Lin never dared to show his head, but his heavenly eyes made a surprising discovery.
Jiang Liuer's physical body has quietly changed at the cellular particle level.
To describe the earth-shaking changes, it feels pale and feeble.
That's a transformation of rules.
Waves of light merge into the small body, which has long been transformed from flesh and blood into a rule, a law-like existence.
Golden flesh and jade bones, transparent glass, immortal and eternal.
A desolate and bitter old charm is transmitted through the flesh and blood cells. Ordinary people cannot understand it, but Yang Lin is extremely surprised.
He felt that the indestructible middle section of the golden body he had cultivated to the peak of the fourth level of the God's Prison Suppressing Technique was actually not as good as the little guy's achievements in three years.
It is a transformation of rules that does not cultivate spiritual power, merit, or luck.
It is an incarnation that is directly transformed into rules. It seems that the universe is opened and created by nature.
Although this regular Tao body is still somewhat incomplete and has not been completely generated, in essence, it is many levels stronger than his own God Statue Prison Suppressing Body.
"Perhaps it's because I only got the first four levels of the God's Prison Suppressing Technique, or maybe it's because the upper limit of this technique is not too high, and the changes in little Tang Monk's physical body should be the innate power of ancient gods and demons at the time of the creation of heaven. good fortune."
"This kind of light wave that is generated by refining all the time should be the foundation of the countless Yuanhui training of Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of Tathagata Buddha, and it is also where its powerful essence as a prehistoric god and demon lies. Of course, compared to the day after tomorrow, Some of the physical techniques created are much stronger."
If Yang Lin's guess is correct, this is actually a big chess game in Buddhism. It uses ten reincarnations as the board, learns from the journey to the west, and washes away the rebelliousness and ferocity in the heart of the innate god and demon Jin Chan. It was transformed into Tang Monk's body and created an immortal treasure body, which may be called an immortal elixir.
"If you don't train your body or practice the law, you will become immortal directly and your body will conform to the rules of heaven and earth. This method is simply terrifying."
It's not that the little guy's body is now so powerful or its defense is strong. In fact, it doesn't.
His body looked and felt no different from that of a mortal.
However, every bit of flesh and blood, every cell, is the incarnation of rules and the ultimate in creation.
As long as you digest this kind of rules and creation, you can get the key to immortality and understand the principle of innate immortality.
"No wonder, on the way west, those big monsters and little monsters, whoever caught Tang Monk, knew clearly that one bite would make him immortal, but they were not in a hurry to eat it."
"It's not that they don't want to eat it, but they don't know how to eat it, whether to fry or stir-fry, cook or boil it? Or do they use some special method to swallow this big piece of fat, or do they need to perform some ritual to digest it? Devouring, is there any unique technique to get the benefits?”
This is all a problem.
What about those banshees?
Sleeping in the same bed is false, but wanting to get the innate Yang is true.
As long as you get it, even if you grind it slowly or digest it slowly, you can directly get a glimpse of the principles of creation of heaven and earth, and you can live forever.
Things involving rules are never simple things.
Therefore, it is true that the little Tang Monk was brainwashed, and it is also true that his body attracts monsters.
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