Weird World of Immortality

"There is permanence in the world? The world is impermanent? Is there permanence and impermanence in the world?" The monk on the stage said slowly, "The Buddha once said that the existence of permanence and impermanence is neither beneficial nor wisdom, which means that discussing these things will not help us in our practice."

"But people in the world are ignorant, and they always have to ask to understand..." The monk's voice slowly spread in the field, "I want to ask to understand, because the world is full of strange things, and all living beings are ups and downs in a sea of ​​misery."

"If all living beings do not understand, then they will not be able to transcend. My Buddha's compassion will give answers to all living beings. The world is huge, and birth and death are the normal state.

"Success is the birth of the world, and dwelling is that the world maintains its original balance. Bad calamity is about the gradual collapse of the world, emptiness is the great destruction, and everything returns to nothingness..."

"Every calamity will last for hundreds of epochs, and we are in a bad calamity... How to avoid the calamity?"

"Amitabha, the number of kalpas cannot be avoided. Only by being faithful to the Buddha and entering the cycle of samsara after death can you be transcended..."

The monk's voice was heard in the ears of everyone in the arena, and the people watching the opera were dazed and half-understood what the monk said.

Some people even showed impatience on their faces, but they didn't dare to make a sound just thinking of how powerful this monk was.

Monk Yuanhui's face was gloomy, he didn't speak, just waited quietly.

Zhou Fan and the two saw that the monk Yuanhui did not move, so they naturally did not move.

However, Zhou Fan felt that the monk's words sounded somewhat reasonable, and that strange and slanderous things were rampant in the world, and it sounded a bit like the bad calamity that the monk said.

"Don't listen to that demon monk's nonsense and bewilder your mind." Li Jiuyue couldn't help but persuade in a low voice when she saw Zhou Fan's contemplation.

Zhou Fan just smiled faintly. In his previous life, he had seen a lot of religions. The more troubled the world, the more popular religions were. These theories of destroying the world sounded reasonable, but they were all nonsense. Of course he wouldn't believe them.

After the monk spoke for a while, he fell silent and stood up.

As soon as he stood up, he could see that he was unusually tall, more than six feet tall.

A little novice walked up quickly holding a wooden tray with a white cloth on it.

The monk uncovered the white cloth, which was a dagger shining with cold light.

Looking at the dagger, the crowd was even more silent, and they watched with bated breath.

Zhou Fan was infected by the atmosphere, and he also stared at the monk closely, wanting to see what the monk was going to do?

Monk Yuanhui's face became even colder.

The middle-aged monk picked up the dagger, and with a calm expression, he stabbed at his Adam's apple, the dagger pierced directly into the Adam's apple, until only the hilt of the dagger could be seen.

There was an uproar in the crowd.

Zhou Fan was also stunned, is this monk trying to die?

The dagger went into the throat, but no blood oozes out.

The middle-aged monk didn't even show a trace of pain on his face, and the dagger he held in his hand swayed and cut from the middle to both sides.

Zhou Fan could even hear the shallow sound of cutting meat and bones.

Zhou Fan was completely stunned.

The middle-aged monk used a sharp dagger to cut off his head completely, and the smooth neck and head still did not have a trace of blood.

He threw away the dagger, held his head in both hands, and looked at all the people under the stage: "My Buddha is merciful..."

He began to recite a few verses of scriptures, and the devout people below followed and knelt down.

Many people had a trace of fear on their faces.

Zhou Fan was stunned, this monk didn't look like he was playing magic, could he really cut his head and not die.

As the middle-aged monk chanted scriptures, he walked to the pillars of the stage, took the nails from the hands of the little novice monk, and pierced his forehead with the long nails and nailed his head to the pillars.

Then the headless body sat down cross-legged and clasped his hands together, the nailed head and the broad lips were still quickly chanting scriptures.

More and more people are kneeling.

"This demon monk has two strokes." Li Jiuyue suddenly chuckled.

Zhou Fan looked at the head nailed to the pillar. While he was puzzled, he also thought in his heart that it seems that spreading belief in this world is also a technical job. If it is placed in his world, there is such a skill to spread it Faith... It is estimated that it has already entered the list of shooting this month.

"It's almost there." Monk Yuanhui, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Fan thought strangely.

The monk Yuanhui didn't answer. In a corner of the stage, the moment the incense stick went out, the middle-aged monk's head stopped chanting the scriptures.

Then he held his head with both hands and put it on his neck, and he actually let him pick it up.

The nail in the middle of the forehead is also disappearing, and everything looks like a dream.

The middle-aged monk and the little novice bowed slightly.

The people who knelt down and bowed their heads to the monk again.

The middle-aged monk took the little novice off the stage.

The monk Yuanhui walked forward, and Zhou Fan and Li Jiuyue quickly followed.

On one side of the stage, monk Yuanhui and Zhou Fan stopped the middle-aged monk who was about to leave.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Yuanhui, stay safe." The middle-aged monk said calmly.

"Jingyun, I'm not your senior brother." Monk Yuanhui said coldly, "You can grasp the time, and the time for a stick of incense is not much or not."

"Jingyun dare not have any overstepping." Jingyun still replied calmly.

"After teaching the Fa, then leave Tianliang City as soon as possible, and don't make trouble." Yuanhui looked at Jingyun and said coldly.

Jingyun slowly closed his eyes and shook his head: "My master and apprentice plan to live in Tianliang City for a while."

"Then don't let me know that you are secretly teaching the Fa." Yuanhui's eyes narrowed, his lips moved, and finally he spat out such a sentence.

Jingyun didn't answer, but left quickly with the little novice.

"Let Tianliang Liya look at him quickly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ don't let him make trouble." Yuan Hui said to Zhou Fan with a gloomy face, "He probably won't stay in Tianliang City for long, if The next time I and Lord Yan are away, he is here again, he only has one stick of incense to teach the Dharma, after one stick of incense, if he dares to talk nonsense again, he will mobilize the patrol team and destroy him!"

Monk Yuanhui's words were murderous, not like a monk at all.

Zhou Fan and Li Jiuyue responded lightly, apparently Yuanhui brought them both to explain the matter.

Monk Yuanhui was in a bad mood. After saying this, he turned around and left.

"Brother Li, Master Yuanhui is this..." Zhou Fan is still at a loss.

Li Jiuyue laughed and said: "Brother Zhou, the reason why Master Yuanhui is like this is because the demon monk is from the Little Buddha Temple, and he is from the Big Buddha Temple. The two have long been on the same page."

"Why do you call that Jingyun a demon monk?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Because the people who came out of the Little Buddha Temple were originally demon monks, and it wasn't me who called them that. People in the Great Wei Dynasty called them that. The way the Little Buddha Temple taught the Dharma was very demonic. What's not a demon monk?" Li Jiuyue chuckled and shook his head. It's a long story..."