Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3205

[Chapter 3205 Shocking Buddha Consciousness]

Only then did Chan Master Mingyue hear that Xingchen was calling himself an old man, his eyes narrowed even more, and he hurriedly said, “If my uncle doesn’t want to, then sit on it, and this disciple will preside over my Buddhist sect! It’s a beautiful thing!”

“What a beautiful thing!” Xingchen said in an angry voice, “I haven’t heard that the three challenges of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are held on a stage built on a few wooden pillars. Ordinary people can compete in this kind of arena. It will collapse! Don’t say anything else, Confucian Xiu has a flying sword, and my Buddha’s son has a Buddha seal, won’t your thin wooden board be finished?”

“Disciple knows!” Chan Master Mingyue blushed a little, and smiled, “But disciple, this little golden temple has only about 30 people, how can there be financial and material resources to make it perfect? This arena is just for unqualified disciples to play on it, Master. Uncle and the literati of Changsheng Academy are naturally flying around in the sky for worldly people to look up to, how can I use this arena?”

“Having said that, but this is also the face of my Buddhist sect, and I must pay attention to it! Xingkong, Xingmin, and Xingfan, please go and bless the ring with Buddha’s light, so as not to have any baskets for others to see jokes!”

“Yes, the disciple understands!” Hearing the order, the three Buddhist disciples who lowered their eyebrows and did not speak responded and stood up.

“Master, please…” Mingfa glanced at Zen Master Mingyue and hurriedly said.

“Let’s go, I’ll go out together!” Xingchen waved his hand, “Seeing that the sky is getting brighter, you won’t be able to meditate for long in the quiet room.”

“Yes, Master, please!” Zen Master Mingyue and others hurriedly got up.

After I walked outside the Little Golden Temple, I saw a large area of flat land under the mountain gate, a ring with a size of several feet. Under this ring, there were dozens of thick wooden pillars supporting it, and the thickness of the ring table was about one foot. , which is pretty solid. On both sides of the ring, there were two sheds built, but the inside was empty, and there were no tables and chairs.

The arena under the morning light looks very lonely, especially between the thick wooden pillars, the gap is now dark and looks very rough. Perhaps it was because of Xingchen’s scolding just now that Zen Master Mingyue, who was proud of the arena, actually had a fever on his face, and peeked at Xingchen in front of him, as if waiting for Xingchen to speak.

I don’t know, Xingchen only glanced at it lightly, and then looked up at Changsheng Town, which had just been withdrawn in the distance, and didn’t know what he was thinking. Zen Master Mingyue didn’t dare to say much, and just accompanied him quietly.

On the contrary, Xingkong, Xingmin, and Xingfan discussed a few words in a low voice, and then stood in different places in the arena, respectively waving their arms, or mantras or Buddhist seals, and slowly struck out, landing on each side of the arena. At this place, it was only half an hour, and a faint light of Buddha’s light was born from all over the arena.

Mingfa jumped up and landed on the ring, kicked a few times with his feet, but never heard the previous “twist” sound, smiled and folded his hands and bowed: “Thank you three teachers. uncle!”

“Amitabha!” The three monks put their hands together and smiled faintly. The east was about to dawn, and the monks’ robes were slowly fluttering in the morning breeze. A kind of solemnity spread around the ring!

At this moment, mixed in the morning wind, a kind of Buddha consciousness that was lighter than the wind and brighter than the sun suddenly swept across, but it stopped for a moment as it swept over the monks such as Xingchen.

“Ah??” Xingchen and other four monks are in the realm of dust, which is the strength of Yuanli’s second-grade third-grade. How can they not be aware of this Buddha’s consciousness? That Xingchen was shocked, and almost lost his words, “This… Which master is here?”

Xingchen almost didn’t think about it, and a light cloud appeared under his feet, flying towards the source of the Buddha’s consciousness, thinking that it was to meet the master of the Buddha’s consciousness! Sexual dust is flying up, and Xingkong, Xingmin and Xingfan will stay here, and rushing is also flying.

“Uncle Master, Uncle Master…” Chan Master Ming Yue was in a hurry. He was only at the second rank of Yuan Li, and he couldn’t fly out of thin air.

However, Xingchen and others didn’t seem to hear it, and the figure in the air became smaller and smaller.

“Master Master!” Ming Cheng and Ming Fa were equally shocked. Their Buddhist consciousness was weak and almost inaudible, but they also noticed the strangeness of that Buddhist consciousness. They walked to Zen Master Ming Yue a few steps and said excitedly, “This is … Which master’s Buddhist knowledge is this? Are there other seniors coming over?”

“How do you know this?” Chan Master Mingyue replied angrily, “I don’t even know about Master Xingchen, how does this seat know?”

“Then…” Mingfa whispered, “How does this master cultivate? Can his old man stop the blood sacrifice of the monster?”

“Senior Brother Mingfa!” Mingcheng laughed, “Since it is Master Xingchen who has to be called Shizu, then it must be… Rupi Xiu! In Tibetan Immortal Continent, it is the strength of the fourth rank of Yuanli…”

“What is the cultivation base of Rupi!” Chan Master Mingyue gave Mingcheng a blank look and said, “That’s called the cultivation base of Mingyi!”

“Hey, yes, the disciple knows, it’s Ming Di’s cultivation base!” Ming Cheng said embarrassedly, “This kind of cultivation base… I’m afraid he is chasing after my Yunlin Temple abbot? No, it should surpass Yunlin Temple’s. Abbot! What does the old man come to Changsheng Town for? Naturally, it is the same purpose as Master Xingchen!”

“Haha, that’s good!” Mingfa smiled, “With his old man, I don’t have to worry anymore! Oh, abbot, you didn’t go to Hao’s house, you don’t know, that monster is really powerful, my little gold. Even the temple’s shocking Buddhist artifacts can’t do meritorious deeds, if there is a monster more powerful than it, my little golden temple…”

“Humph!” Zen Master Mingyue snorted coldly, “It is precisely because my Xiaojin Temple does not have such strength, Master Xingchen and other talents have come to Changsheng Town! Now even the masters who have the realm of Mingli have come, and I, Xiaojin The temple has no worries from now on! Those rabbits and radishes are nothing but a means for me to spread the Dharma!”

“Yes, yes, I’ll understand!” Ming Fa accompanied him with a smile, “With Shizu, the Jiang Chaoguan and the Changsheng Academy are not enough for my Little Golden Temple!”

“Hurry up and inform the disciples in the temple, and prepare to welcome the great master!” Chan Master Mingyue waved his hand, stopped Mingfa’s words, and instructed the two of them.

“Yes, this disciple understands!” Mingcheng and Mingfa went excitedly.

However, after half an hour straight, I saw that the sun had already risen, and all the thirty or so people in Xiaojin Temple were already waiting in front of Xiaojin Temple in neat robes. Xingchen and other four people flew back, and there was no any other monk.

“Uncle Master…” Chan Master Mingyue frowned slightly, looking at Xingchen who fell to the ground, and said in a low voice, “Does the master not want to settle in my Little Golden Temple?”

“No!” Xingchen’s brows were even tighter than Zen Master Mingyue’s, “This old man has not found any trace of the master. His old man seems to be passing by here, and the Buddha consciousness is swept away, and it is not easy to find!”

Zen Master Mingyue was extremely disappointed and opened his mouth, not knowing what to ask.

“Oh, of course!” Xingchen raised his head again and looked into the distance, “Perhaps his old man is in Changsheng Town! And he has the same purpose as the old man. But he is not from Yunlin Temple, so he doesn’t want to meet me! ”

“This master’s cultivation base…” Mingfa next to him couldn’t help but whisper, “Is it already Mingli?”

“Well, if it’s purely from the perspective of Buddhist consciousness, the old man should have reached the realm of Mingyu!” Xingchen nodded, “However, my Buddhist disciples have always paid no attention to Buddhist consciousness, and only focused on tempering relics. If there is no accident, this is A master should have just set foot in the realm of simulating lotus!”

“Pretend… imitate lotus??” Mingfa was stunned.

“Of course!” Xingchen said a little proudly, “This old man can’t be true just by relying on the feeling of Buddha consciousness. If the master is Mingdi, even Rugou is possible!”

“Uncle Xingchen!” Ming Fa accompanied him with a smile, “How many realms does my Buddhist practice… have? The disciple has not yet entered the rank, so I am really puzzled about this! I also ask Uncle to explain!”

“Hey, little guy!” Xingchen laughed, “Do you want to know the ninth-rank realm before entering the rank? Is it a little too ambitious?”

Seeing Xingchen joking like this, Mingfa knew that Xingchen’s worries had been eliminated because of the presence of the Buddha master here, so he smiled and said, “Although I have never entered the sect, I should always know the secrets of my Buddhist practice. Right? Otherwise… if one day the disciple accepts the disciple, the disciple will be embarrassed to tell him about this!”

“Hehe, alright!” Xingchen was in a good mood, “The nine realms of my Buddhist sect are the formation of goodness, the dust, the dirt, the Mingyu, the imitation lotus, the transformation tent, the womb, the spirit, and the birth Buddha. The mystery can only be understood when you cultivate yourself, the old man doesn’t know it, you just remember it well!”

“Thank you, uncle!” Mingfa was overjoyed.

“Forget it, hurry up and enter the temple. If the color is bright today, the immortal Buddha ceremony is about to start, so hurry up and prepare!” Xingchen waved his hand, and then said to Zen Master Mingyue, “By the way, you said the rules of the challenge. It was made by Jiang Chaoguan, did they send it?”

“This…” Chan Master Ming Yue said with a wry smile, “That Taoist Xiao Jian hasn’t been delivered yet, and the disciples don’t know whether he delivered it to the Longevity Academy!”

“Naughty” Xingchen scolded, “Today is going to be a competition, and you don’t even know the rules of the competition, how can you compete with others?”

“Uncle Master!” Chan Master Mingyue said with a smile, “There were originally only two people in Jiang Chaoguan, one was Xiao Jian and the other was Yuan Ya. It wasn’t even more than ten days ago that the third person came, and the name of the disciple is still there. I don’t know, the disciples have already said it before, only know that his surname is Xiao! In the past few days, Jiang Chaoguan has been very busy, and it should be the hands and feet of the new Daoist Xiao! The three of them are afraid I’ve never seen such a flourishing situation before! Where can I come to my Little Golden Temple? The disciples can’t send someone to ask them for it, doesn’t that make my Little Golden Temple lose face? Besides, the disciple thinks… as long as the uncle comes here Now, even if Jiang Chaoguan has any thoughts, under the boundless Buddha Dharma of the masters and uncles, wouldn’t they all be wiped out?”

ps: Sorry, I couldn’t update it in the morning. Make up now