Legend of the Great Sage

On the Great Buddha Mountain, bells and chimes rang together, and a round of Buddha's light rose, in which Buddha and Bodhisattva loomed, and the celestial girl Jialan danced among them, and the sound of chanting and singing could be heard thousands of miles away.

All the monks of Tianlong Chan put their palms together towards the direction of the Daxiong Hall on the top of the mountain, and said: "Amitabha."

"Zen Mind Fa Conference! I wonder which disciple has such a blessing?" A middle-aged monk stopped the broom in his hand and said enviously.

"Brother, don't be envious. As long as we practice hard, we will have such a day." The young monk next to him persuaded, then lowered his head to clean the fallen leaves, no longer looking around.

"Oh, it's not that easy!"

Just as it takes a lot of energy for the big banyan tree king to condense a fruit of wisdom, every meditation meditation session of Tianlong Zen also consumes the accumulated power of ten thousand years, and he is cautious about the choice of each object.

"Junior Brother Qingshan is indeed not the Demon King."

In a meditation session, Monk Yideng opened his eyes, showed a gratified smile, then closed his eyes and continued to practice.

In the center of the Daxiong Hall, under the watchful eyes of the majestic Buddha statue, Li Qingshan sat in an unconventional position, with his hands casually placed on his knees, his long black hair hanging down, and his bronze-colored face exuding a solemn air.

Suddenly, the slightly closed eyes of the Buddha statue seemed to open a little, and the mysterious Zen sound was spit out from the rich golden lips. In an instant, flowers fell from the sky and golden lotuses gushed from the ground, as if it were an illusion or a reality.

The smallpox fell on the sea of ​​consciousness, creating a round of ripples, and when the ripples converged, many golden lotuses bloomed.

Li Qingshan's posture gradually relaxed, and he simply changed to sitting cross-legged. Supporting his cheek with one hand, his face looks thoughtful and enlightened.

Outside the Daxiong Palace, the fearless monk looked relieved: "He really has Buddha nature."

If a demon king from the Demon Realm came to enjoy this meditation session, his will would collapse, his magic power would be out of control, and he would die on the spot. However, there was no trace of struggle on his face, and he accepted it calmly, which showed that he was not a demon king.

"Senior brother is still worried!" Monk Bunu laughed.

"If you are the abbot, you don't have to worry about it." Wuwei monk said.

Time flies. The sun was setting and the sky was getting late, but the light on the Big Buddha Mountain became brighter and brighter, and the believers within thousands of miles. They all fell to their knees facing the direction of the Great Buddha Mountain. Worship.

Suddenly.

A ray of seven-color light approached from far away, broke into the golden sky, and fell in front of the mountain gate of Tianlong Zen. It turned into a monk with a ruddy complexion and high spirits. He was wearing a red cassock with golden threads and jewels pendant on his body, exuding strange brilliance. He held a nine-ring Zen staff in his hand, and it jingled as he walked.

"Senior brother Qibao is here, and I am far away to welcome you."

With a bang, the gate of the mountain opened wide, and the gates on the mountain were opened one after another. The fearless monk came out in person, clasped his hands together, and saluted.

"Junior Brother Wuwei, since you took over as the abbot of Tianlong Chan, we haven't seen each other for 130 years!" Qibao Monk King returned the salute, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but it disappeared in a flash.

"Please!" The fearless monk raised his sleeves, and the two monks came to the top of the mountain side by side, and greeted the non-angry monk again.

"Unfortunately, the main hall is occupied today, please come to sit in the side hall." Wuwei monk said.

"I don't know who is listening to the Zen Heart Dharma Assembly?" Qibao Monk asked, pointing to the closed main hall.

"A disciple." Wuwei Monk didn't want to say much, and looked at Bunu Monk, wondering why the Qibao monk came.

The three of them came to the side hall and sat down, the little novice offered tea, the monk king of Qibao touched his lips, and put it down gently.

"Is this tea not to your liking?" the fearless monk asked.

"I'm used to drinking the three-leaf bodhi tea from Lingguo Temple, but other teas always feel less Zen-like." Qibao Monk Wang said.

"The gate of the temple is small, there is no better tea, but there are a few jars of good wine, can Senior Brother Qibao drink it?" Monk Bunu laughed, and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

"Junior Bu Nu is still the same as before. Although the murderous intent has decreased a lot, the alcoholism has become stronger. Although the Zen sect does not stick to common etiquette, the Buddhist precepts must be observed. Otherwise, why should we set an example for all living beings?" Qibao Monk King Slightly frowned.

"The great task of setting an example for all living beings can only be undertaken by Senior Brother Qibao, as stupid as I am, I can only hope for it." Monk Bunu said.

Monk King Qibao heard the sarcasm in it, and smiled slightly: "I advise Junior Brother not to be too presumptuous today."

Monk Bunu raised his eyebrows, and was about to speak, Monk Fearless asked: "If you don't have anything to do, you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall. Senior brother is not in Longzhou to meditate. Why did you come to Qingzhou?"

"Speaking of which, this matter is related to Junior Brother Bunu, do you have a disciple named Li Qingshan?" Monk King Qibao asked.

Monk Bunu felt a chill in his heart: "That's right!"

"Seven days ago, Si Qing, the third prince of Great Xia, went to the court and said that Li Qingshan practiced magic arts and transformed himself into a demon king. I came here specially to investigate, I don't know where Li Qingshan is now, let him come out and see!"

Monk King Qibao said indifferently, but there was an unquestionable taste, he always regarded Tianlong Chan as his own queen, and recalled Si Qing's explanation and promise before leaving, and his confidence became more and more firm.

Si Qing's physical body was destroyed by Li Qingshan, and she finally found a new physical body. It took a lot of time to connect with her soul, but it was inevitable that her cultivation base would be greatly damaged, and her hatred for Li Qingshan was sky high.

Originally, as a prince, his body was destroyed, and he was almost killed, which was enough to make the imperial court furious, but he and Li Qingshan were fighting fairly, and it was a death fight proposed by him. Its humiliation will only become a laughing stock, so I came up with this method.

Fearless Monk frowned, sure enough, the visitor was not kind.

Lingguo Temple is known as the number one temple in the world, the head of Buddhism in Kyushu, and the abbot of Lingguo Temple is one of the two great masters of Daxia. He has the status of commanding the disciples of Buddhism in the world. Reporting to Binglingguo Temple for approval, although it was just a formality, its power can be seen.

In addition to fame, there is also relative strength. The monks and kings of the past dynasties have emerged one after another. Even in today's decline of the Great Xia, the fearless monk still dare not underestimate him.

"Bastard!" Monk Bunu yelled.

"What did you say?" Monk King Qibao showed annoyed expression.

"Senior Brother Qibao, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you, but about Si Qing, who was defeated in a duel and didn't want to practice hard, but instead slandered my disciple as a demon king, it's really embarrassing to the royal family! "

"I, Tianlong Chan, have a secret method "Suppressing Demons Illustrated Record". It may look similar to magic skills, but it is a real Buddhist technique. This is what I practice. Am I also a demon king?"

The non-angry monk said, and displayed the "Illustration of Suppressing Demons", exuding a billowing demonic energy, but with a Buddha nature. to be continued