Playing the role of gods and Buddhas: starting from Avalokitesvara

"Compassionate? I don't know how many taels I have left. Meng Yuan shook his head.

He thinks that he is not a fierce and evil person, but he is by no means a good person, how can he play the bodhisattva of great compassion?

Is it possible to take a bottle and cut a willow branch? It's not a mess. As for gender, it is

secondary, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have no gender distinction, just to enlighten all sentient beings, there are 33 phases of Bodhisattva who look at freedom, among which there are men and women, old and young, and it is said: Brave husbands look at themselves and live in this mountain for the benefit of all sentient beings; Ru should ask for merit, and he should show Ru great convenience.

Meng Yuan was lying on the bed, the bruises on his back were still painful, but he could still bear it.

At this time, he remembered the scene where the old monk sent a golden light to scare away those evil servants before, it seems that this small temple is not so simple, it should be the immortal cultivator known to the previous body.

It's just that the Divine Buddha Immortal Shenglu only told him that he could obtain the power of the Divine Buddha by playing the Divine Buddha, and then disappeared without a trace, and even the injuries on his body were not treated, I don't know if it is reliable? If you can practice under this old monk, it may be a good choice.

For monks or Taoists, he can be pure and comfortable, and if he could retreat from his whole body in his previous life, he would probably choose to become a monk.

It's just that he shouldn't have any extra choice right now, the Wang family is scared back by the old monk, but if he walks out of the temple gate, I'm afraid he will have to be beaten to death on the side of the road in less than half an hour.

Click.

At this moment, two monks, one old and one young, pushed open the door.

"Gongzi, Lao Gu has boiled some medicine for you, and you can take it to relieve the injury."

Meng Yuan got up to thank him, took the medicine bowl, and drank it without changing color.

"Thank you Master for saving your life today, Yu Que is grateful." Meng Yuan thanked again.

The old monk lifted him up, his arms exceptionally strong.

I saw him smiling and said to Meng Yuan: "The benefactor has Dharma in his heart, great compassion has manifested, he has experienced red dust and suffering, and he is really related to Lao Gu."

Meng Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this, but he didn't think that this old monk was also intentional, and immediately leaned over and said, "The disciple has no worries, and I beg the master to cross me into the sand gate and enjoy purity and ease." "Good, good,

good man is happy to enter the Shamen when he hears the Dharma today, he is for the three bodhisattvas, and there is no intention to choose an auspicious day to become a monk."

The little monk on the side gestured: "Master, tomorrow is the birthday of the Buddha, you can shave for your junior brother."

The old monk was suddenly even more happy, and told Meng Yuan to rest well, fast today, and shave for him tomorrow.

Meng Yuan responded to himself, and did not eat a grain of rice until the evening, but at noon, the old monk sent the little monk to send a bowl of medicine, and after drinking it, not only was he full, but even the injuries on his body were much better, and he suddenly felt miraculous.

Before going to sleep, the little monk sent him another bowl of medicine for him to drink.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Miaoyan." Meng Yuan thanked him and said that he had already learned the little monk's legal number from the old monk.

The little monk smiled and said that it was not in the way, and then reminded what he thought of, and gestured twice with his hand, but Meng Yuan really did not understand sign language, and it took a long time to understand the meaning of Miaoyan.

"Senior Brother means to tell me not to go out at night?"

The little monk shook his head, and then pointed again.

Meng Yuan said again: "You can go out, but don't go near the main hall?"

This time it was finally right, and the little monk nodded and pointed his head for him to remember.

Meng Yuan also readily agreed, but he had some doubts in his heart, why couldn't he go close to the hall at night?

However, no matter how outrageous this thing is, don't touch it if it's okay, Meng Yuan will not knowingly commit it, honestly lie on the bed and rest.

But it is said that in a mansion in the middle of Luoxia Town, this is the mansion of the local powerful royal family.

This morning, the butler came back to report that the old monk of the small Dharma Temple seemed to have broken through to the Jindan realm, and Wang Tong, the head of the Wang family, had to come to report tonight at the end of the old ancestor's practice.

I saw that he stood in front of a stone gate and explained the ins and outs of the future clearly, and after a long time after the stone gate, an old voice came: "You said that the old monk is just a glorious body, and no golden pill appears?" Wang

Tong bowed and said, "Yes, Old Ancestor, this is what Wang Hu saw with his own eyes, that golden light protective body is like a pill, there is absolutely nothing wrong."

"Well, so to speak, that monk has not yet cast the golden pill, but it is just a virtual form, but it is not to be careless, this is also a matter of a kick in the door."

"Then Old Ancestor, do you want to send someone to eradicate those monks?"

His Wang family can dominate this Luoxia Town because there is an ancestor of the Jindan Realm sitting in the town, and if there is one more that will inevitably endanger the status, it is not less like this eradication thing.

"The old monk came here three years ago to submit to the demons in that broken temple, and his skills are not small and quite famous, so you should not be careless."

Wang Tong immediately understood what Lao Zu meant, and bowed down.

In the middle of the night, two black shadows emerged from the Wang family's mansion, hidden in the darkness, and went all the way north.

But half an hour later, I arrived in front of the broken temple, looking at the simple door plaque on the temple door, and the three big characters of the small law temple, the two nodded, and gently jumped like a tanuki and landed in the courtyard.

Both of them were dead warriors cultivated by the Wang family, and they had cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, and they came here to cut down the grass and remove the roots of the three monks.

Quietly crossing the courtyard, the two approached the left wing.

"It seems to be an ordinary person inside, it should be that girl, do you want to do it?"

"Don't be busy, find the old monk first."

To deal with a cultivator who was about to become a Golden Pill, they couldn't make the slightest mistake with their cultivation, and even this time they were already ready to die together.

The two dead men bypassed the room where Meng Yuan was and headed to the right.

Just when passing by the entrance of the main hall, suddenly there was a faint chanting sound, and the two stopped and stuck to the door to look through the gap.

In the main hall, under a tall Buddha statue, it was already late at night, but I still saw a figure chanting the Buddha with his back to the temple door, and a green lantern was lit in front of him, but it was difficult to illuminate except for the surrounding area of the figure.

"It's that old monk, who is still chanting at this late, he is really a diligent."

"Let's do it."

Poof.

Two flying swords shot out from outside the hall, stabbing the figure and falling to the ground with a bang.

How easy is it?

The two opened the door of the temple and walked in, stepped forward and turned the figure over, and saw that his face was indeed correct.

"This monk came here at night to read the Past Life Sutra, hehe, but he overtook himself in advance, let's go, go and kill the other three people so that he can go back to rest early." A dead man threw away the scripture in front of the old monk and prepared to leave.

The other companion always felt that it was too smooth, but he couldn't find any flaws at the moment, and each took the flying sword and went outside the hall.

Suddenly, the two paused in unison and suddenly turned around.

I saw that the dead old monk actually sat up again at some point, still bending over and whispering the scriptures of his past life.

"Not good." The two dead men were in danger, and they sacrificed their flying swords in unison.

Only this time, the huge Buddha statue in front of the old monk moved, and the huge palm slammed the two flying swords into the air, but the bloated body was very fast, grabbing the heads of the two and pinching them gently. A creaking

bone cracking sound sounded, and the Buddha statue seemed to be completely alive, a huge mouth open, and fine fangs seemed to be visible in the faint candlelight.

Two fresh human strips were sent into that mouth, followed by a terrifying chewing sound.

"Killing two people and chanting the scriptures, you are really hypocritical." An

indistinct voice came from above, but the old monk paid no attention to it and was still chanting.

And all this was caught in the eyes of a gaze outside the temple gate.