Legend of the Great Sage

Li Qingshan reminded Xiao An, the two walked up the mountain road together, they would not worship like ordinary people step by step, quickly passed the crowd, and in a blink of an eye they came to the foot of the Great Buddha Mountain, in front of the mountain gate of Tianlong Temple. \\net

It was impossible to go any further here, and two ten-foot-tall Dharma protectors stood on the left and right sides of the mountain gate, with their chests and belly protruding, each holding a weapon. At first glance, they thought they were two sculptures.

But suddenly, his eyes turned and landed on Li Qingshan. Li Qingshan's breathing was slightly stagnant, "As expected of Tianlong Temple, the two guardians guarding the gate in front of the gate alone can make me feel threatened Come."

Looking back, there are tens of thousands of houses built at the foot of the mountain. There are ordinary monks who guide the believers to live in the houses, arrange meals, and even distribute silver.

Different from the temples in the previous life, sects such as Tianlong Temple do not need mortal money for fireworks, nor do they live by occupying land. They only need mortals to contribute their beliefs. After thousands of years of accumulation, it will be What a terrifying force.

"Who is under the rank, why don't you worship?"

On the high wall like a city wall, a Zhike monk asked loudly, he is different from those mortal monks, but a Qi refiner, a true disciple of Tianlong Temple. Tens of thousands of people worshiped in the square at the foot of the mountain, and the standing figures of Li Qingshan and Li Qingshan were particularly conspicuous.

Especially when Xiaoan traveled all the way, everyone who saw her was stunned. The young man even forgot to kowtow and looked straight at her. Seeing Xiao An, the Zhike monk couldn't help being startled for a moment, then quickly lowered his head and said "Amitabha" a few times.

Li Qingshan said: "We are not believers, but come to pay respects to Zen Master Ji Guang."

"Master Ji Guang retreats and meditates, and there are no outsiders, you should go back!"

Before the Zhike monk finished speaking, a golden light suddenly rose from a majestic hall on the Great Buddha Mountain, and it fell in front of the mountain gate and turned into an old monk. It was Zen Master Jiguang himself, looking at Xiao'an with comfort.

"Yiyi, you are finally here."

"Uncle Jiguang." The Zhike monk was surprised and quickly saluted.

Zen Master Jiguang often lives in the first seat of the Bodhi Court. He has a dull temperament and likes to be quiet. Even if it is a direct disciple, it is rare to see a change in expression, but today it is personally greeted by two little foundation-builder monks, and it is really rare to show such an expression.

Xiao An clasped his palms together and saluted, "Master."

"Follow me!" Zen Master Jiguang waved his sleeves,

The huge mountain gate behind him slammed open, and the sunlight passed through, falling on Li Qingshan's face, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"The door is open!" "The door is open!"

There was a shout from the bottom of the mountain, the gate of Tianlong Temple is not open on weekdays, and the disciples of Tianlong Temple also come in and out through the small gate below, so the gate is open unless it is to welcome distinguished guests.

Zen Master Ji Guang glanced at Xiao An, then waved his sleeves.

A melodious bell sounded from the top of the mountain, first one, and then up and down the mountain, all the big bells rang together, overshadowing those Sanskrit chanting, and spread throughout the entire Great Buddha Mountain. [Motan Literature.22mt./duzun/]

The Zhike monk was also dumbfounded, looking up and down Li Qingshan and Xiao An, not to mention two Foundation Establishment cultivators, even two Golden Core cultivators, are not qualified to receive such courtesy.

And this woman seems to be the closed disciple of Uncle Jiguang, but she is only a disciple, so she is even more unqualified.

The golden light is shining, the bells are ringing together, and the momentum is magnificent.

Li Qingshan felt at ease, it seems that Zen Master Ji Guang still values ​​Xiao An very much, so that he will not be bullied, in fact, this is purely unfounded, with Xiao An's current strength, how many people can bully her in the entire Kyushu .

Zen Master Jiguang walked in front, Xiaoan followed closely, and Li Qingshan also followed. Zen Master Jiguang looked back at him, Li Qingshan smiled, and Zen Master Jiguang didn't say anything.

Xiao An stepped into the Tianlong Temple facing the brilliance. Her seaweed-like long hair and plain clothes were covered with a layer of golden light.

The entire Great Buddha Mountain was alarmed, and the first people from each courtyard went out to look at the mountain gate from a distance.

Zen Master Jiguang has always acted low-key and indifferent to world affairs among the first seats, but today he made such a high-profile move, which really surprised many people.

This is representing the entire Tianlong Temple, expressing courtesy and respect to a new disciple, and also expressing the importance of it to the entire Tianlong Temple, so that everyone, even the abbot of Tianlong Temple, cannot underestimate her.

But does she deserve it?

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The pagodas lined up in a row, like a forest, blocked the sunlight and emitted a faint golden light. Contains wonderful power, this power is not tyrannical, but like sunshine and rain, moistening things silently, it contains gentle and compassionate meaning, which is convincing.

Among them, the relics of the eminent monks of the past dynasties have been restrained. The relics are equivalent to the golden core of ordinary practitioners. How deep.

I don't feel it from a distance, but I can feel this kind of majesty in it. These pagodas are all ten feet away, and many of them are much taller than Li Qingshan's demon deity.

Li Qingshan thought to himself: "I am afraid that these pagodas are not just for commemoration, but are integrated with the entire Great Buddha Mountain. I am afraid that they are also some kind of defensive formation."

Xiao An didn't look sideways, as if he wasn't walking in the tower forest, being watched by thousands of eyes, but walking alone in the empty forest.

Zen Master Jiguang smiled slightly, and many observers in Tianlong Temple also secretly agreed, this "one-minded" spirit is indeed unusual.

Looking at Li Qingshan again, looking left and right, he seems to be a tourist visiting places of interest, but he is also unmoved by this tower forest.

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The golden dome of the Buddha and the main hall.

Li Qingshan had never seen such a majestic palace, as if another peak had been raised on a high mountain, and he understood that this was the "Buddha head" of the Great Buddha Mountain.

Looking into the main hall, the Tathagata and my Buddha live in the center, as high as hundreds of feet, overlooking the common people. Bodhisattvas and arhats are arranged on the left and right, as well as King Kong, Jialan, and dragon elephants, all of which depict the appearance of all Buddhas and sentient beings.

A monk folded his hands together and stood in front of the Buddha. He was beardless and hairless, wearing a red cassock. He was about forty years old, but his eyes were as deep as the sea.

It is different from Li Qingshan's impression of the compassionate, peaceful monk image. Although the middle-aged monk is calm, he has a fierce and majestic appearance. He is not seven feet tall, but standing in front of the Baizhang Buddha, he does not look short, but has a fearless spirit that stands shoulder to shoulder with the Buddha.

It is the current abbot of Tianlong Temple, "Buddhist Monk", who is also one of the "Monk Kings" enshrined by the Great Xia Dynasty. Beside him, is the head of each courtyard. The descriptions are different, some are old, some are young, some are male. There are women, some are kind-hearted, some are gloomy and cold, some have hair, and some have no hair.

But the aura that emanates is stronger than the last. Although Li Qingshan had killed several Golden Core cultivators, he didn't dare to be careless in the face of any of them, let alone the "Fearless Monk", if it wasn't for the ambition in his heart, he could hardly look directly at him.

Fu Qingjin, who was also a Foundation Establishment cultivator and was born in the Hidden Sword Palace, could sweep a large area. Gu Yanying didn't care about ordinary Golden Core cultivators, but she would also find it difficult to face Elder Feilong who was holding a Feilong sword. Concubine You even showed her terrifying power to crush Jindan monks in front of Li Qingshan. Even if the realm is the same, the strength is very different.

Of the three major sects in Qingzhou, none of them deserved their fame. The Golden Cicada Spirit King was ranked among the seventy-two monster kings thousands of years ago. If he wanted to sing the Tianlong Chan, he had to rely on chance and clever tricks, and he didn't dare to steal it openly.

If Xiaoan followed Jiguang Zen Master and went to the Bodhi Courtyard quietly, there would be no such battle. Normally, Xiaoan would go to each courtyard to meet the heads after she settled down, but if she wants to meet "No Fear Monk", it needs more opportunities.

But since Master Jiguang had opened the mountain gate, he rang the bronze bell. Naturally, Tianlong Temple had to respond, to verify whether this "Yiyi" was qualified to receive such treatment.

The greater the courtesy, the greater the pressure. Zen Master Jiguang waited outside the door in Xiao'an, stepped into the main hall, bowed to the monk Buwei, and stood on an empty seat.

As a master, he has given Xiaoan a chance. Whether she can grasp it is up to her. If she succeeds and proves herself, it will be an endless honor, and the entire Tianlong Temple will support her practice. If it fails, it will be ridiculous and generous, and it will also appear that he does not know people well and does not know how to do things.

Xiao An nodded slightly to Li Qingshan, Li Qingshan gave her a thumbs up to encourage her.

She stepped across the high threshold with one bare foot, stepped into the Daxiong Palace, looked up at the Buddha Tathagata, lowered her head to look at the monk, and then lowered her head to look at the ground where the light can be seen. Under the gaze of the monks, he sat on the empty futon.

A monk said: "When you see the Buddha and don't worship, you are rebellious and disrespectful."

Xiao'an said: "Clay sculpture and stone sculpture, where is the Buddha?"

"Buddha's light shines everywhere, saves all living beings, and is everywhere."

"Seeing me is me, not seeing sentient beings."

Li Qingshan knew that he had already started to argue, although he couldn't understand it, he could hear Xiao An's toughness, and secretly worried: "It's serious to join Tianlong Temple in Ping An An, why bother to fight with them, those who don't fear monks are as good as they are Famous, it's not a good thing at first glance, if you annoy him, I'm afraid it won't do you any good."

The leaders took turns to ask questions, like a gust of wind and rain, covering their heads and face, and loudly reprimanded. Xiao An remained expressionless, but responded in a voice without any confusion.

Li Qingshan suddenly noticed that Zen Master Jiguang stood still, with a smile on his mouth, he seemed very satisfied, and then turned his head to look, many disciples of Tianlong Temple were standing silently outside the hall, listening intently, if they got something, if they lost something. "

So he felt relieved, "It turns out that this group of monks is just doing this."

At three poles in the sun, the words in the Daxiong Palace are precise, and there are constant questions and difficulties. Xiaoan answered freely, like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

All the heads are secretly convinced, such wisdom and comprehension can be regarded as this great gift.

The Fearless Monk, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took a step forward, covered in golden light, transformed into a Baizhang Vajra, glared at Xiao'an, and held a demon-subduing pestle like a pillar of heaven, and suddenly stopped in the hall.

With a clang, the hall was sunken, cracks like weaving. Obviously really moved the wrath of thunder.

The magic subduing rod swung down violently.

"Falling the devil!" (to be continued)

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