The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 243 Buddha? Buddha daddy!

The fresh and vibrant willow branches swept through the air, and a few drops of crystal clear nectar dripped from the tender and slender willow leaves, eventually sinking into a broken body riddled with holes.

A few small drops of nectar, but at this moment, burst out with vigorous vitality that filled the fields. The dilapidated body that the miracle doctor shook his head began to revive at this moment. The broken flesh and blood, and the internal organs turned into a ball, and almost no one could be found. The complete bones are all being reorganized, healed, and regenerated at this moment.

"Master..."

Seriously injured and on the verge of death, Yinghai's soul had been repeatedly ravaged. Yinghai regained consciousness. He opened his eyes in a daze, and an old monk with white eyebrows full of wrinkles came into view. The white eyebrows almost drooped on his shoulders, which made the monk's mind collapse physically and mentally. With an extra strength, my almost broken Zen heart and collapsed will show signs of healing again.

"Yinghai, how are you feeling?"

The white-browed old monk's old and powerful voice sounded, and his eyes, as bright and clear as a deep old well, quietly stared at the disciple's miserable figure.

"Master, disciple..."

The riddled body has been restored to its original state under the influence of nectar, but Yinghai can still feel the stinging pain coming from all over the body, as if being struck by a knife or an axe, which is the pain from the soul.

However, apart from the pain of the soul injury, Yinghai could also feel a cold warmth coming from all over his body. He knew that it was the life-saving thing that his master asked the Medicine King Guanyin for, but now it was Use it on him.

"Ashamed!"

The burly monk stood up staggeringly. He looked at the old monk who had picked him up from the wilderness and raised him, and an indescribable feeling of grievance and pain suddenly broke out.

Boom!

The nearly nine-foot-tall monk fell to his knees on the ground as if he was pushing a mountain of gold and a jade pillar. His body was trembling slightly. The emotions that had been suppressed until now since he lost the fight for the Buddha were completely released at this moment.

"Amitabha!"

The white-browed old monk saw the disciple who had been raised by one hand showing such a delicate and fragile posture, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. He did not rebuke him like Yinghai did when he was young. His eyes, as deep as an ancient well, looked at him with ripples. disciple,

"Idiot, alas!"

With a sigh and no more words, although the contact was just a short time ago, seeing that familiar face and looking at the injuries on his body, the white-browed monk could roughly guess what his disciple had gone through.

Before leaving, the Seven Treasures Golden Building he gave him was gone, and his soul was so severely damaged. It was obvious that the other party was looking for some important inheritance.

"Tell me about your experiences during your travels to the South China Continent."

After a long while, the white-browed old monk slowly spoke. He wanted to know what happened to make his disciple suffer so much.

"yes."

Ying Hai, whose forehead was close to the ground, slowly stood up and returned to the familiar environment. Seeing the most friendly master, his body and mind relaxed involuntarily. Then he talked about his travels to Nanhua Continent in detail. experience.

The white-browed old monk had a calm face and listened patiently to Ying Hai's travels. Even some trivial things did not show any impatience on his face, but quietly listened to Ying Hai's feelings.

But when the old monk heard that his disciple had met a young man who looked very similar to the Buddha, his long, snow-white eyebrows couldn't help but tremble, but even so, he did not interrupt.

When Yinghai said that he had obtained the inheritance of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and relied on it to spy on the young man again and try to lead him back to the right path that he believed, even the old monk could not keep his face calm and couldn't help but Lower your head and chant the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

"... When the disciple tried to induce his soul to enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation and wash away all the lead in hundreds of reincarnations, he realized that the disciple's true spirit could not shake his soul at all. Then he realized that this young man was the one in the rumors. The reincarnation of the Immortal Lord..."

Yinghai is like a child at this moment, venting his bitterness to the elders he trusts and confiding all the sufferings he has experienced. Even now, he does not feel that he has done anything wrong.

Even if you have recognized Feng Qingan as the reincarnation of the immortal king rumored to be in the Jin Dynasty, what about the reincarnation?

There are countless examples of reincarnations of powerful beings who made wrong choices and did not receive correct guidance, so their true spirits were ignorant and unable to return to their original position.

"..."

The white-browed old monk took out a string of Buddhist beads and turned them silently in his hand without saying a word.

The old monk never expected that all the sufferings his disciples suffered were caused by him. The other party had already let him go, but he actually ran back without knowing what was going on, and wanted to use him as his excuse. He used his own knowledge to help the other party correct his mistakes, and the result was that he was tortured so miserably.

From this point of view, he was right not to take action just now. He obviously deserved it. If he hadn't raised him, he would have wanted to give his disciple a few slaps and eat him well. Why should he care about such noisy things?

Without weighing your own weight, the choice made by the reincarnation of the Immortal Lord allows you to make irresponsible remarks? Still want to help the other party correct their mistakes and return to the right path?

From the old monk's point of view, the beatings his disciple received were not unjust at all. They did not kill him on the spot, but only tormented his soul. Treat it back.

"Master!"

Yinghai raised his head in confusion and looked at his master. He didn't understand why this elder who had nurtured him was silent at this moment.

"Honorable Mercy, Buddha, please come over..."

While the master and disciple were silent, a young novice monk walked in and bowed respectfully to the white-browed monk. Then he suddenly noticed the burly monk beside him who seemed to have a strange expression, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Senior Brother Yinghai, you are really back!"

"You knew I would come back?"

Even if Yinghai realized something was wrong, he was traveling far and wide at that time, and everyone in Tianlong Temple knew about it. But now he had just been brought back from Nanhua Continent by his master. How come this little novice seemed to have predicted it.

"It's not me, it's the Buddha. The Buddha asked me to come over and invite the Venerable Ci'en and Senior Brother Yinghai to come together. When I came, I was worried about how to get you back, Senior Brother? I didn't expect you to have come back."

When the little novice monk heard what Ying Hai said, he waved his hands repeatedly and said, with a look of joy on his face. Now he only needs to lead the person over and he can do the business. He doesn't need to worry about being criticized by the Buddha, although the Buddha has never been harsh. anyone.

"Senior Brother Fayuan knows that I'm back?"

Yinghai felt incredible. This was the place where his master practiced Buddhism. Even if he crossed tens of thousands of miles of sea, it would not be like this. The Buddhist disciple could even sense it.

"What's all the fuss about? The Buddha has already mastered the six supernatural powers. Even if he knew that the poor monk took action and brought you back to the temple, it's not surprising."

The white-browed old monk glanced at his disciple, and his tone was calm, as if it was something commonplace.

"Destiny Pass!"

Yinghai understood instantly, and then an incredible emotion surged into his heart, and his face became extremely complicated.

Fate Pass, one of the six passes, can know the fate of oneself and all sentient beings in the world and the things they have done.

Of course, even the Buddha may not be able to touch this realm, but cultivating this magical power can indeed know the past and future. How much you can know depends on the practitioner's own understanding and cultivation.

"Not only the knowledge of destiny, but also the six powers of my Buddhist sect, all Buddhist disciples have crossed the threshold. As for the state of cultivation, even the poor monk has no idea."

Seeing that Yinghai seemed to have some misunderstanding, the white-browed old monk immediately corrected him.

"Have all six connections been completed?!"

Yinghai's face suddenly showed a look of astonishment and disbelief.

The six powers of Buddhism are: Heavenly Eyes, Heavenly Ears, Other Minds, Divine Foot, Fate and Fate.

This is the lifelong pursuit of many disciples who practice Buddhism. Even if they can achieve one of them, they will be proud enough to sit high on the altar. He has never heard of any Buddhist who can achieve all the six supernatural powers before attaining the fruition. Even if you have just crossed the threshold, you can use it.

Even he had only thought about the clairvoyance and celestial ears, and had vaguely touched the threshold. As for more magical powers, he had not thought about them at all.

"The Buddha has summoned me, don't delay, come with me to pay my respects."

However, the white-browed old monk did not give his disciples time to react. He took the first step and left the Buddhist temple. Yinghai felt mixed emotions in his heart and followed closely behind his master to meet the senior brother Fayuan whom he had not seen for a long time. .

He had never expected that the senior brother who had defeated him in the past and obtained the title of Buddha would have achieved such outstanding achievements after being separated for less than ten years. He noticed the words used by his master to address him.

"yes."

Yinghai suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and followed closely behind his master step by step. The moment you step out of the door of the Buddhist temple, you will see five colors of auspicious light, thousands of auspiciousness, and a temple with magnificent Buddha light appears in front of you.

There are clever peaks arranged, jagged rocks, yao grass and beautiful flowers at the foot of the cliff, purple zhizhi and fragrant cymbidium beside the winding path, and fairy apes picking fruits into the peach forest. But the fire burned gold, the white cranes perched on the branches of the pine trees, like smoke holding jade, the colorful phoenixes in pairs, the green luan in pairs,

We also saw the golden tiles and the mandarin ducks, the bright and colorful tiles paved with agate, the pistil palace and pearl palaces to the east and west, the endless treasure pavilions and pearl towers to the north and south, the rays of light from the Heavenly King's Hall, purple flames from the front of the Dharma Protector Hall, and the pagoda. The fragrance of Ubo flowers.

It's just that the earth is superior to doubts and the sky is different. The clouds are idle and the day is long. The world of mortals here is not disturbed, and there is no loss in all tribulations.

The master and the disciple were no longer surprised by such a scene. As they climbed to the top of a spiritual mountain, they saw women lining the green pine forest and philanthropists lined up among the green cypresses.

"Your Majesty, please go here!"

The white-browed old monk looked calm and calm, and walked towards the majestic palace on the top of the mountain without squinting his eyes. However, Ying Hai, who was following closely behind, could not help but frown.

He has already seen the Vajra Protector and the Blue Envoy sitting in the palace. Such majesty is no longer what a Buddhist disciple should have. Even if the Buddha comes to the world, it is nothing more than this.

After entering the palace, he saw the Buddha wearing moon-white monk robes sitting upright on the high platform of the palace. At this moment, the strong discomfort in Yinghai's heart reached its extreme.

Just because the face of this Buddhist son was very similar to that of the young man who was seriously injured and dying, he would believe it if he said that he was born from a compatriot and that he was a direct brother.

But as far as he knew, although the current generation of Buddhist disciples in the temple came from ordinary people, he was also an only son in the family and had no brothers or sisters. If it was just a pure coincidence, Yinghai, who was backlashed by the magical power of six realms of reincarnation, would never believe it.

How could there be such a coincidence in this world? The young man from Nanhua Continent has such a high true spiritual status that even if he is the reincarnation of Tianlong, he cannot shake it. On the contrary, he will suffer the consequences.

"I have seen the Buddha. I wonder if the Buddha has summoned the poor monks to come here. What are your instructions?"

What made Yinghai feel most incredible was that his Zen mind, which had just begun to heal, almost collapsed on the spot. The master he respected the most actually bowed to the Buddha on the high platform, as if he was at his mercy.

What happened in the past few years when he ran away angrily to travel far away because of his defeat in the dispute between Buddhist disciples? When did the Buddha of Tianlong Temple have such a lofty status? Why didn't he know?

"I heard that Junior Brother Yinghai has returned from a long journey, so I summoned him. Junior Brother is traveling on the South China Continent. Can you share your experiences with the monks?"

On the high pedestal, the young monk still has a bit of childishness on his face, but there are vajras and blues standing on his left and right, and there are one hundred and eighty novices serving in the hall. The majestic crowd, even the venerable, bowed his head at this moment.

Such a scene was naturally ridiculous in the eyes of the returning Yinghai, because it also included the master who raised him, which made him wonder whether he had not yet awakened from the spell because he had suffered the backlash of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

"Ashamed, this poor monk was walking around the South China Continent and ended up in a miserable state. If Master hadn't come to rescue him, he would have almost lost his life. He has nothing to share."

Yinghai lowered his head and responded indifferently. Under the gaze of so many monks, would he tell his experience in Nanhua Continent? Are you kidding me?

He could talk to his master, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net, but he would never be able to tell his story of life and death here.

"Amitabha, junior brother, your obsession is too strong!"

The young monk sitting high on the throne of Mingdai looked down at Yinghai, his face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his appearance was solemn, and there was a sense of Zen in his movements.

"I heard that senior brother Buddha has achieved destiny. When I saw him today, it was really extraordinary. It seems that what the poor monk did in Nanhua Continent has been known to senior brother."

Ever since the defeat in the dispute between Buddha's disciples, Yinghai had actually been convinced of this senior brother. But today, seeing the kind lord whom he regarded as his own father, so humble and submissive, he couldn't help but feel a little resentful in his heart.

"Yinghai, don't be presumptuous!"

After Yinghai finished speaking, Venerable Ci En, who was standing half as long as he was before his death, turned his head and scolded sharply.

"Master."

A trace of astonishment appeared in Yinghai's eyes, and he immediately lowered his head. The novice monks on the left and right looked sideways, the Vajra Protector looked indifferent, and the Jialan Messenger showed compassion in his eyes.

"Honorable Sir, there is nothing wrong with this matter. It's just that the poor monk Guan Yinghai has lost his Zen mind. His three souls have been lost, his seven souls have been shattered, and he can't control himself. The poor monk has something to say, do you want to listen to it?"