White-Robed Chief

She was holding a quilt, and the moon-white brocade dazzled her face more and more delicately white. The white was red, charming and charming, and the style between the eyebrows was infinite.

Chu Li closed her eyes and gave a beautiful gift to the beautiful woman.

"Little monk, let's go!" Wen Miao monk waved his hands, put on a gray monk robe, wrapped in a copper-cast body, and walked out slowly, but his steps were as accurate as a ruler, with a deterrent the power of.

Chu Li was surprised.

I did not expect that the monk Wen Miao won the Buddha ’s magnificence, and every move was implied. This is a skill that can only be attained by a profound monk. It looks like a middle-aged person, but he is not a young person. There is also such a vigorous vitality and high spirit, which is not inferior to young people. At first, it was different and gave people a sense of contradiction.

In the strange eyes of everyone, in the saluting ceremony, the two went down to Dengyun Tower.

Chu Li sees the minds of the people next to him directly through Dayuan Jingzhi. Although the monk Wen Miao is a flower monk, she is extraordinary in her ability to see through the heart and the future.

In addition, he is a monk of the Wenzi generation of Da Ci'en Temple. Although he did not abide by the rules and regulations, he was not expelled from the Da Ci'en Temple. Obviously, he was freed from the restrictions of the precepts, and his heart was bright. Wonderful heart.

This made them even more in awe, seeing them saluting.

Exiting the Dengyun Tower, the crowd surrounded by shoulder-to-shoulders was very lively and noisy.

The prosperity of Huayang City is far better than Chu's previous sights. The city of Shendu is far worse than that, let alone the city outside the sky. Walking in such a prosperous place makes him look like another generation.

Unconsciously, I have been in Daci'en Temple for two years, as if with a flick of a finger, but as if after twenty years, my heart inexplicably gave birth to a mulberry field.

"Little monk, just talk." Wen Miao monk said: "How do you make yourself look like this."

Chu Lidao said, "Where do I start?"

"Stop it from the beginning." Monk Wen Miao said: "The Da Ci'en Temple has few sky-eyed ones. How can you do it, it's not because of luck?"

Chu Li nodded slowly.

He started talking about entering Taishangfeng, from beginning to end, and now, although it is simple and understatement, it has taken a lot of time and has already left Dengyun Tower for several miles.

The two came to a restaurant and boarded the second floor for a window seat.

The breakfast was just over, and lunch was not here. The restaurant was quite clean at this time, and only two of them were on the second floor.

After Xiaoxun brought the food and drinks, He Shi retired with a ceremony and respected the monk Wen Miao very much.

Chu Li couldn't help but admire that the monk Wen Miao had a very high reputation in Huayang City and almost no one knew it.

"Lingshan ..." Monk Wen Miao shook her head and sighed, and looked him up and down: "It's really good luck!"

Chu Li smiled: "Is the ancestor never to Lingshan?"

"How can there be such an opportunity!" Wen Miao monk hummed. "There is such a good thing, no wonder, no wonder ... well, I don't say nonsense, you only have one way to resolve karma."

Chu Li raised his ears and listened respectfully.

The monk Wen Miao said: "Planting lotus in fire and turning poison into wisdom, this is what I cultivate."

Chu Li nodded slightly, already expected.

There are three thousand roads in Shamen, all leading to the path to Buddhahood, but planting lotuses in the fire is an extreme road. Practitioners are rare, because this method is fast and rapid, that is, the body is achieved, but the requirements for root organs are too high. And it is too dangerous. One accident is the destruction of the foundation.

Either it is an achievement, or there is no other way to go, and there is no other way, and the one who chooses this cultivation method is often a rare one who fails. It is a cultivation method for survival in death.

He saw the monk Wen Miao's various apostasy, and knew that he practiced lotus cultivation in the fire, and died without buddha. He was desperate, so he was brave and advanced.

Even if you are a beautiful woman, you don't dare to love beauty, but you are sharpening your body and mind, and it is an extreme method of spiritual cultivation. If you accidentally lose it, you will lose everything, which means that you will lose everything.

Wen Miao said: "You don't want to practice this method?"

Chu Li smiled bitterly.

He didn't really want to practice this method if it was not necessary, because it was too dangerous and unnecessary, but the tibetan runner was already similar to the lotus plant in the fire, and there was a heavenly magic script, and his path was unusual.

The monk Wen Miao said: "This is impermanence, good fortune. You don't want to do it, but you have no choice."

Chu Lidao said, "I want to tumbling in the red dust like Master Shi?"

"That's up to you." Wen Miao monk said: "Everyone has his own method of purifying the heart, and want to turn poison into wisdom. There is not enough poison to do it. Beauty is poison to me, even to you But not necessarily. "

Chu Li nodded slowly: "The disciples understand."

Wen Miao monk said: "But you don't have to look for poison like me. Karma is the most poisonous thing. Whether you can transform it depends on your own understanding. All I can help is to spread the word to you."

"Thank you, Master."

"Drink the bar?" Monk Wen Miao smiled.

Chu Li smiled and nodded.

The monk Wen Miao filled up two glasses of wine and raised them for a drink ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Changshu sighed in relief: "Good wine!"

Chu Li reached out to hold the cup and drank it.

"Boom!" There was a thunder in my head, and then my eyes shook and the ground shook.

Da Ri Ru Jing Fang Jing and the recitation of the Scriptures immediately cleared my mind, and the lotus in the sky suppressed all kinds of different phases.

A strange and tall Buddha appeared in the void of Chu Li's mind.

The flesh is delicate and crystalline, just like the flesh and blood, faintly radiating golden light, the same as the dragon-like merit of his practice, but the blue flames linger around the body, the Buddha body is constantly being calcined, as if being tortured.

The appearance of the Buddha is his appearance. His hands are closed, and he is muttering the Dharma. A jade lotus flower is spit out from his mouth, and it floats on the bodies of the Buddhas, adding a little flesh to the body. With delicate.

Chu Li had just been condensed to confirm, and wanted to know what Dharma he was chanting. Suddenly his head burst, but the Buddha was shattered, and his mind was suddenly trembling like a collapse.

Fortunately, the various Buddhas joined hands to suppress various phases, and their minds returned to clear.

Dayuan Jingzhi observed that the monk Wen Miao was smiling and staring at him.

He was ashamed, but this was the teaching!

Even through a glass of wine to spread the Fa, this wonderful monk really is extraordinary.

"How?" Monk Wen Miao smiled and said, "I can see this way?"

Chu Lihe said: "Thank you Master."

"Don't need to thank me." Wen Miao monk put on a smile and said, "That's all I can help you with. Can you realize this Dharma, how much you can realize, what realm you can practice, it depends on your own understanding. . "

Chu Li nodded gently: "The disciples understand."

This is the method of spreading through the mind, directly letting you see the picture of his imagination. If you can remember, if you contemplate this picture, you can cultivate for improvement. If you ca n’t remember, but you do n’t have enough understanding, it ’s related to this. The law is missed and cannot be forced.