The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

At the end of the ending, there is a practice.

【Great Thunder Sound Dharma】

Many people didn't even read the content, just took out their mobile phones and frantically took pictures of the screen, and the flashes lit up one after another, as if this place was a press conference.

Lu Haochu and Zhao Si were the only ones who didn't make any moves. The former knew he couldn't learn it. What kind of Buddhism did he learn as a Taoist priest, and the "Da Lei Yin Dharma" was made public. A month later, you can find it with any search engine on the Internet. The latter also has self-knowledge, and has a better self.

But what they paid more attention to was the Taoist priest, Li Hua, the Immortal Doctor.

Lu Haochu said in a low voice: "That sentence [You are a medical fairy], can't it be your elder brother?"

At present, Li Hua is the only person with the title of Immortal Doctor in the classics, and there are indeed records of such a person in some subsequent classics of the Shangqing Palace, which is equivalent to the ordinary Shennong in the practice world. And famous in Cheng Jian Lu, all monks in the world know that this is Jian Xian's sweetheart.

However, due to some special reasons, in the eyes of most people, Li Hua is already dead.

This person is most likely Li Yi.

"It should be." Zhao Si nodded. Now that he saw a particularly awesome person in the classics or Da Neng's autobiography, as long as he didn't have a clear identity, he would suspect it was Brother Yi.

A fairy who has lived for five thousand years will definitely leave many traces, and there is a high probability that Brother Yi will be involved in major events that can be recorded.

There is only one reason, because he is strong enough.

Just like those great figures who are famous in Qing history, they are all extremely powerful in some way. And the strong in the practice world are respected, except for a few cases, most of the biographies are strong.

And there are only a few top powerhouses in an era, and there will inevitably be intersections, let alone a living immortal who is pressing on their heads.

"..." Lu Haochu took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one with trembling hands, and began to smoke heavily.

After getting along for half a year, Zhao Si knew that this guy would smoke a cigarette when he was emotional, no matter whether he was happy, angry, sad or happy, as long as he smoked a cigarette, he would calm down quickly. It's not that smoke has any magical effect, but a kind of psychological suggestion.

It belongs to a technique derived from the combination of modern psychology and the soul. I heard that the monk in charge of the soul search is at least a doctor of psychology.

Looking at Lu Haochu's trembling hands, Zhao Si couldn't help laughing and said, "Isn't it?"

"Go to merit, Zhentaojiang, do you think it will be enough?" Lu Haochu saw the other party's slightly confused expression, reached out and patted his forehead.

"Forget that you are a blind practitioner."

Although Zhao Si has been in the industry for half a year, he is still too immature compared to those who have received orthodox spiritual education. The gap is probably the difference between elementary school students and high school students. The government's method of cultivating monks has been passed down from the Shangqing Palace. This is the education method of the great sect in the practice world. First cultivate the body and cultivate the character, and then start to practice.

Among them, health preservation and cultivation include various cultivation concepts, common sense and other education, which is similar to mathematics, physics and chemistry in compulsory education.

"Do you know the Tao River? The largest river in the practice world, known as the main river of the world. According to records, according to records, its length can flow directly from China to Rome, and the narrowest part is 20 kilometers. Like a tsunami."

"Uh..." Zhao Si still didn't respond, "Doesn't this mean that Brother Yi is awesome? Isn't it just to suppress floods?"

Is that an ordinary flood? This is worse than the bombing of the Sanjiang Dam.

"What the hell..." Lu Haochu was speechless for a moment. He knew that the other party was awesome, but he didn't expect it to be so awesome.

Don't say a word to this easy-to-boot!

Lu Haochu turned his attention to other people, and seeing them taking pictures of "Da Luo Fa Xiang", he didn't look surprised at all and knew that these people didn't watch it at all.

"Everyone, I'm going to write a report after reading it."

As soon as these words came out, everyone calmed down and looked at the first chapter of "Da Lei Yin Shu".

The scene fell into silence for a while, eyes widened, looking at the story inside.

"Damn it, a golden body of merit!"

"Who is this Taoist? He has a golden body of merit and virtue, and he is willing to throw it into the river."

Most people have common sense, so they naturally understand the weight of the meritorious golden body and Taojiang. The former is the approval of heaven and earth. I don't know how many good deeds to do and how many people to save to condense the golden body. The latter is the main vein of rivers in the world, and the floods caused by them are not ordinary floods.

This is normal behavior.

Lu Haochu was immediately satisfied when he saw everyone's shocked expressions. If the superior asked Li Hua's identity to be kept secret, they would have been even more shocked. It is also fortunate that Cheng Jianlu did not write about Li Hua later, otherwise it would not be possible to keep it secret.

"Let's go to dinner first, everyone. The content of Da Lei Yin's book is said to be dozens of times that of Cheng Jianlu. For the convenience of dissemination, except for exercises, it is basically in vernacular, so a few articles will be released a day."

When I came back after lunch, Da Lei Yinshu was updated again.

[After the Sword Immortal, Buddhism thrives, Mahayana Buddhism spreads all over the world, temples are like forests, and Buddha statues are like seas]

[Jingyue Temple, where incense is at its peak, there are millions of believers who are good at seeking children and making marriages. 】

[Tsing Yi Taoist visits Jingyue Temple and asks: What about the temple's filth? 】

[The abbot of the temple returns: How can the filth be hidden in the quiet place of Buddhism. If fellow daoists don’t make it clear today, don’t blame the old monk for glaring at Vajra]

【Jingyue Temple host, died】

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Jingyue Temple, located in a famous mountain, has countless pilgrims.

Looking down from a high altitude, you can see long lines of people lining up to enter the temple from a distance.

Monk Dushi searched for a long time, and finally found the Taoist in Tsing Yi in the busy market at the foot of the mountain. At this moment, he was sitting in a small stall by the side of the road, eating wontons and watching sideshows by the side of the road.

He quietly fell into the crowd and approached the Taoist in Tsing Yi. His attitude was not as indifferent and hostile as before, and he bowed respectfully to salute.

"The little monk pays his respects to the senior. Before that, I thanked the senior for the people on both sides of the Taojiang River."

The Taoist in Tsing Yi glanced at him slightly, and said: "The people on both sides of the Taojiang River? How can you thank me for them? Just because of your bald head?"

The Dushi monk was not annoyed, and replied: "No, I just feel that someone should thank my senior for what I did. I was born on both sides of the Tao River, so I should be counted as one of them."

"You little monk, it's interesting."

It was the first time for the Taoist in Tsing Yi to look at Dushi with straight eyes, and for some reason he had a feeling that his whole body was being seen through.

"Arhat status, it seems that he is still a Buddhist genius, and his talent is not bad."

Can he see it?

Dushi was startled, he had a Buddha treasure bestowed by his elders on his body, and no one below Huashen could see through his cultivation. This person either has some special means, or his cultivation has reached the level of a god.

Soon he suppressed the suspicion in his heart, the other party had a high level of cultivation, he had already been mentally prepared, otherwise it would be impossible to suppress Na Taojiang.

"Senior's eyes are like light."

"Unfortunately, I have entered Buddhism." The Taoist in Tsing Yi turned his head and continued eating wontons, without looking at the monk again.

Nian chatted with him for the sake of his good nature.

"Senior has a lot of prejudice against my Buddha. I'm afraid there are some misunderstandings. I'm not talented, but I hope to clear up the confusion for seniors."

The world-saving monk slightly closed his eyes, revealing an extraordinary aura, as if the real Buddha was alive.

The Taoist who hadn't planned to talk to him raised his head again, and then he couldn't help but chuckled, and said, "Buddha heart, little monk, aren't you afraid that I'll dig your heart out? This is a rare treasure."

"Senior has great merit and virtue, so it will definitely not be like this. I don't know if this Buddha's heart can solve the doubts for senior?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi looked at him for a long time, then asked again: "Is there reincarnation in the world?"

"I've never seen it before." Toshi didn't answer as firmly as before, because the people in front of him had verified it.

Huashen Almighty, who has a golden body of merit, has that ability, and there is no need to lie to himself.

If there is really no reincarnation, all the hardships in this life are caused by the cause and effect of the previous life, so how to explain it?

This question troubled him for several months, and it was also the reason that drove him to search for this Taoist person for several months. Assuming there is no reincarnation, what about those suffering people?

Does Buddha want to save them? What is their offering?

If there is no afterlife, wouldn't we become bandits?

This is undoubtedly a collapse of faith for a monk who has just entered the world of mortals. He urgently needs an answer and hopes that reincarnation is true.

So it is necessary to prove that what the Taoist said is false.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and said, "Little monk, if you still want your Buddha's heart, stay away from me. Pindao Nian reminds you that there are some things you still don't know. Alright, otherwise the road will be broken."

"You have no regrets, little monk." The monk was not intimidated.

"You come with me."

At the foot of Jingyue Temple, there are hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land, with millions of people and countless villages.

Dushi walked in with the Taoist, without attracting the attention of others, just happened to see the monks coming down to collect food. There was no fighting, no crying, and the two sides were very harmonious.

It's just that their body shapes are extremely conspicuous. The monks are all fat and big ears, and the common people are yellow and skinny.

"How?" asked the Taoist in Tsing Yi, "Since the Sword Immortal, Buddhism has flourished. In just a few hundred years, no less than 100,000 temples have been built in this world. Buddha statues alone can surround the Taojiang River. What do you think?" Where did the manpower and material resources consumed come from? Could it be that you Buddhist monks built it yourself?"

"..."

Toshi remained silent.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi continued to take him to another place, somewhere in Jingyue Temple, in the monk's room, there was a slight moaning sound.

With the cultivation of two people, it is natural to know what happened inside.

"This is the begging son of the temple. You are really sending the Buddha to the west."

"Ordinary people have common desires, they are not practitioners."

Dushi kept chanting scriptures in a low voice, but the Buddha's heart was still bright, and even the Buddha's nature did not decrease but increased.

"If one day becomes an Arhat Buddha, the little monk will definitely sweep away all filth."

Taoist Tsing Yi said: "It's true, people are not sages, there will always be some mouse shit. Even in the Taoist sect, there are no shortage of such people. But now the Buddhist shit is digging for gold, and even you can't hide it. Do you think this mortal Can you hide it from your elders?"

"They know it better than anyone else. But so many temples have to be managed by someone, and practitioners don't have so much time. They often open and close their eyes for decades."

Li Changsheng didn't know what the former Buddhism was like, but after his investigation, nine out of ten temples were black.

"My little monk will definitely clean up the filth in the future."

"There's no need to go back, Pindao will level it today."

As soon as the words fell, the Taoist in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared above the temple, standing in the air, and immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

"Who is the host of Jingyue Temple?"

The next moment, a fat monk flew out of the temple and looked straight at the Taoist in front of him.

"What advice does this fellow Taoist have?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi asked, "What about temples hiding filth?"

Such blatant slander made the fat monk narrow his eyes slightly, revealing a trace of chill: "The quiet place of Buddhism, how can there be filth and evil. If fellow Taoists don't make it clear today, don't blame the old monk for glaring at Vajra."

"I should be punished." The Taoist in Tsing Yi asked himself and answered, a thunder light fell, shaking everyone's ears, and when they came back to their senses, the fat monk had disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, thunder after thunder fell into the temple, and one monk after another was reduced to ashes.

Whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary person, Lei Ting attacks indiscriminately.

Seeing this, the Dushi monk naturally stood up to stop him, and the Wanzhang Buddha statue stood in front of Lei Ting.

"Senior, just kill the culprit, don't affect the innocent, indiscriminate..."

A thunderbolt fell, the giant Buddha collapsed, and the world-saving monk vomited blood and fell heavily to the ground.

"Pindao has no wronged souls, and eliminating evil is saving people. Today, I, Li Changsheng, will destroy your 100,000 temples."

His eyes were full of that man's arrogance.

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florida.

For several days, the sound of chanting scriptures has never stopped, the Dharma meetings have continued, the monks and the common people have no production, and the society has come to a standstill.

After the company's investigation, hundreds of millions of people in Florida have not been affected by any supernatural power, and incense beliefs cannot be hypnotized. But because of historical factors, there are too many Buddhists here, and almost 90% of the population are Buddhists.

When the constantly emerging eminent monks held a Dharma meeting, it seemed like a whirlpool, instantly gathering all the nearby people.

The old monk Dushi was walking on the street, watching every family eating vegetarian food and reciting Buddha's name, with no sadness or joy on their faces.

Suddenly someone stopped him, and several monks in yellow clothes stood in front of him, bowing their heads in salute.

"Master Jingming, Buddha, please return to your throne?"

"Who?"

"Glass Buddha."

Dushi shook his head slightly, and said: "The poor monk's Dharma name is Dushi, not pure and bright."

"Master, don't go astray." The monk stepped forward with a step, and the Buddha's light appeared on his body, and his breath approached Jindan.

"My Buddha is merciful, please return to the master."

After the words fell, the old monk walked past them at some point and said in a low voice: "My Buddha is not merciful."

Suddenly there was a huge pain in the chest, and several people lowered their heads slightly. The chest was penetrated at some time, and through the chest, they could see the floor behind them and the old monk who was gradually going away.

They fell down one after another with a plop, blood flowed down the floor into the sewer, and the screams suddenly rose and fell.

Walking hundreds of steps, the old monk came to a magnificent temple, and when he looked up, he could see a golden Buddha hundreds of meters high.

A monk stood in front of him, revealing the aura of Jindanqi.

"Grandmaster……"

Boom!

The monk's body exploded instantly, and blood clots stained the steps leading to the Buddha statue red.

The old monk walked up step by step, no matter who stood in front of him, he would be ruthlessly beaten to pieces without any mercy.

Stepping into the temple, Buddhas stepped out of the statues one by one, sitting on a lotus symbolizing fruit status, surrounded by golden light all over the sky.

"Jingming! Don't be obsessed with it! Turn your back and be right."

The Buddha was answered by a thunderclap.

With a bang, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the dazzling thunder light suppressed the Buddha's light with unparalleled power.

The old monk stepped in, and the thunder light swayed on him, and a round of red Buddha appeared behind him. He was ten feet tall, with three heads and six arms, with angry eyes and a thunderbolt in his hand.

The Dharma of the Great Thunder Sound is obtained from comprehending the Immortal Thunder Dharma.

"In the past, there were immortals stepping on ten thousand Buddhas, but now there are poor monks crossing the world and crossing all Buddhas."