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Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, and looked up at Walun Temple: "There are always people in the temple who know official language, shout and try!"

Ma Chunhua nodded, turned around, and exhaled loudly: "The little woman Ma Chunhua came to visit, please see the host!"

Her voice was mellow, like jade beads spitting out of her mouth, floating into the air, lined up in a string, condensed but not dispersed, and spread far away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound lingered in the sky for a long time, lingering, as if it came from the sound of the sky, and the heart was clear when I heard it.

After a while, the temple door is wide open, a row of lamas wearing red hats and wearing yellow clothes come out in a row, divided into two, one left and one right, on both sides of the temple gate steps, a total of 18 people, just standing up for nine steps.

They wore big red hats, pressed very low, covered their foreheads, hid their faces, and could barely see their faces if they didn't pay attention.

As soon as they stood still, a red-clothed lama stepped across the temple gate, holding milky white Buddha beads in his hand, and slowly walked out.

He stood still on the first step and looked towards Xiao Yuesheng and them.

This is an old lama, tall and burly, with a Chinese face, looking like he is fifty or sixty years old, but his complexion is like topaz, delicate and smooth, and he seems to have no pores.

He stood steadily, like Yue Zhiyuan stopped, his eyes swept over, like a flash of lightning swept over, Ma Chunhua's heart sank, this old lama is a top master!

"Where is the master, come to our temple?!" the old lama took the Buddha beads, tithes, and said slowly, his voice was leisurely, slowly floating over, but with a shocking power.

Ma Chunhua's slender eyebrows frowned, and she picked it, and the secret of holding the void suddenly flowed, giving birth to a bubbling clear stream, dissolving the vibration of the invasion.

She turned her head to look at Xiao Yuesheng, and saw that the master was thoughtful, looking at the big lama in a daze, she followed the master's gaze, and the master seemed to be paying attention to something.

She glanced at the Great Lama carefully, and found that there was nothing more eye-catching on his body than the milky white Buddha beads on his hand.

This string of Buddhist beads, looking ordinary, seems to be made of ivory, and seems to be made of white jade, which is inconspicuous, but it makes her flutter.

She frowned, and knew in her heart that it must be an intuitive thought in the depths of the sea, so this string of Buddha beads must not be ordinary.

She retracted her gaze and raised her voice, "Dare to ask the master's number?...... The little woman Ma Chunhua, I came to visit, I have something to ask!"

"Old man Chebo. The old lama said slowly, the words were clear, round and full, only four words, but with an inexplicable rhythm, it was very comfortable to listen to.

Ma Chunhua turned her head to look at Xiao Yuesheng, revealing a puzzled look, this law name sounds awkward, it doesn't seem to be a law name.

Xiao Yuesheng said: "Lama is different from monks, this is his real name, not a legal name. ”

Ma Chunhua suddenly, fluttering forward under her feet, came to the bottom of the steps.

The old lama also slowly stepped down the steps, and the two stood opposite each other, looking at each other from a zhang, and their hearts were awe-inspiring.

"Two Taoist friends, our monastery is not open to the public, I don't know what to teach?" Lama Chepo asked slowly, his expression serious and full of majesty.

Ma Chunhua untied her burden, took out four strings of Buddhist beads, handed them to the Grand Lama Chebo, and looked at him with bright eyes without blinking.

These four strings of Buddha beads, all round, the size of a dragon's eye, crystal flawless, clear like a spring, are made of crystal, shining in the sun.

Lama Chepo was careless, and as soon as four strings of Buddhist beads appeared, his eyes suddenly lit up, like two peerless swords out of their sheaths.

The probe hand grabbed the Buddha beads, which was extremely fast and unexpected, and he was confident that he would be able to catch it.

"Hmph!" Ma Chunhua snorted lightly, withdrew her palm and retreated, narrowly avoiding his big hand, a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were disdainful.

She glanced at Lama Chepo's hand, which was a few points larger than an ordinary person's palm, as full and slender as the palm of the Buddha statue.

She was vigilant, this Chebo Lama's kung fu must be in the palm of his hand, and his skills must be extremely clever.

At this time, she has deep internal strength, far more than before, but she is more modest and cautious than before, delicate in observation, and smart-minded, no longer the previous Ma Chunhua.

Ever since Lama Chepo spoke, she had already understood that this lama's internal strength was so profound that it was similar to her own.

She was extremely curious, and secretly wondered how she could see a master on a par with herself at random sight.

Could it be that as the master said, his martial arts are not worth mentioning, and he stayed in the Pegasus Dart Game before, and he was sitting in a well and watching the sky?!

Lama Chebo's eyes narrowed, shrunk into a line, like a silver thread, glanced at Ma Chunhua, and said calmly: "Where did these strings of Buddhist beads come from?"

As soon as he couldn't win it, he knew that this woman's martial arts were brilliant, so he immediately put away his eagerness, cleared his mind, re-grasped the wisdom bead, and calmly drew it.

Ma Chunhua smiled faintly: "Lama don't ask how they came to be, I just want to ask, is this the magic weapon of your temple?"

Lama Chepo stared at the crystal beads, looked at them intently, slowly stretched out his hand, and said, "Let me take a look at it to distinguish the authenticity." ”

"Okay!" Ma Chunhua shook her right palm, and a string of Buddhist beads slowly floated up from her hand, reached her neck, and flew lightly in front of Lama Chepo.

Lama Chepo stretched out his hand and copied it, and the crystal beads fell into his big hand.

As soon as the Buddha beads were in his hands, Lama Chepo's face changed slightly, and he shook his head and sighed softly.

The milky white Buddha beads were changed to his right hand, and the crystal Buddha beads were changed to his left hand, he closed his eyes, his expression was solemn, and he muttered in a solemn manner.

The crystal beads were plucked by the thumb of the left hand, one by one, extremely fast, the old lama seemed to be chanting, and a murmuring voice floated out, like a puff of light smoke.

The voice sounded very strange, not like it came out of his mouth, but as if it came out of the ground, rising and wafting low in his ears, and his heart could not help but be attracted to it.

I don't understand what the words are, but they add to the mystery and mystery, as if the heart comes from an inexplicable space, and my heart is peaceful, and I want to lie down immediately and fall asleep.

"Duh!" a clear voice suddenly sounded.

Ma Chunhua's slender body trembled, her spirit lifted, and her drowsiness disappeared, like snow meets boiling soup, and the sea is clear.

Her eyes flashed, shining brightly, and a layer of fine cold sweat poured out from her back.

She didn't dare to turn her head to look, and her heart was clear, this clear voice was sent by the master, and she woke up her drowsiness.

Although it is only a sound, it is very famous, and there is no way to do it, and she has not been able to master its spell so far, and she needs to hold the trick and refine it to another level before she can practice.

This set of heart formulas, called the Vajra Relic Mantra, is a Buddhist mantra according to the Master.

In ancient times, one of the methods used by the great monks of Buddhism to enlighten their disciples was to break all attachments and obstacles, cut off all troubles and demons, and was the supreme sword of wisdom.

When a monk was meditating, his master slowly approached, and suddenly raised his stick and hit him on the head, and the stick was struck down with this drink.

As a result, all the obstacles of the meditation monk were removed, and the heart suddenly saw the surname, saw his true face, became enlightened on the ground, ascended to the fruit position, and became transcendent and holy.

This stick and a drink, the time, the place, the people, all are indispensable, it requires great merit and great creation, but the wonder of this mantra can also be seen in general.

Although she knew that although the master's words were like a mountain and a thousand words, Ma Chunhua was still skeptical.

She didn't believe in Buddhism at all, thinking that becoming a Buddha was just a delusion, purely deceptive, like a bunch of grass tied to a donkey.

However, this vajra relic-like mantra is indeed miraculous, and she has learned it many times.

When her heart was upset, when she heard the master, her mood suddenly changed, everything was like a spring breeze, her heart was joyful, quiet and peaceful, and everything in front of her was amiable and lovely.

Xiao Yuesheng took two steps and stood behind Ma Chunhua.

Ma Chunhua took two steps back, turned around and lowered her head, and said softly, "Master,......"

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her lightly, saw that her face was full of shame, shook his head and said, "This old lama is quite eccentric, be careful!"

"Yes, Master. Ma Chunhua replied softly, still not daring to look back.

Xiao Yuesheng looked at the old lama who was moving the Buddha beads and muttering to himself, and sighed softly: "The Buddha beads in his hand are made of human bones. ”

"What?!" Ma Chunhua suddenly raised her head and exclaimed.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and shook his head: "What's all the fuss...... When you hear human bones, you are frightened?"

He ...... How does he use human bones?!" Ma Chunhua said, full of disbelief.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly: "Buddhism is fundamentally about life and death, transcending life and death, using human bones, and better understanding the mystery of life and death......

Ma Chunhua was about to say more, but the old lama suddenly stopped, his lips did not move, and the Buddha beads stopped.

He slowly opened his eyes, a pair of clear and deep eyes, shining with an inexplicable luster, like a pool of water under the sunset.

He titheed and said slowly: "This string of Buddhist beads comes from our temple, I don't know where the female Taoist friend got it?"

Ma Chunhua stared at him closely, her heart was full of anger, but she suppressed herself.

Looking at the old lama's expression, what she did just now didn't seem to be intentional, she could only eat this dumb horse loss and think about revenge.

Hearing what he said, she perked up and hummed, "Sure enough, it's from your Walun Temple!"

The old lama looked at her lightly, his expression was serious, his appearance was solemn, and he faintly looked at her with a sense of oppression, as if he was looking condescendingly.

Ma Chunhua didn't realize that this majesty was nothing more than the master's previous one, and it was not worth mentioning.

She glanced at the Walun Temple behind her and said, "A few days ago, suddenly four lamas ran to our Taoist temple, went crazy, besieged me, and injured me, if it wasn't for the master's help, I would have been killed!"

The old lama raised his eyebrows, glanced at Ma Chunhua, then looked at Xiao Yuesheng, and said lightly: "This matter is strange,...... Two Taoist friends came, didn't Xingshi ask for guilt?!"

"That's good!" Ma Chunhua took a step forward, her face sank, her eyes stared at him closely, and said: "Your Walun Temple and our Guanlan Guan Benjing water do not interfere with the river water, but suddenly sent someone to the door, what is it for?!"

The old lama looked calm and said lightly: "I don't know about this. ”

Ma Chunhua sneered and glanced at him: "Old lama, don't you want to know, what happened to those four people?"

"Life is death, death is life, and they have entered samsara. The old lama said slowly, his expression calm, without any fluctuations.

"It's worthy of being a great lama!" Ma Chunhua admired, but the yin and yang were weird: "Transcendent from life and death, the little woman admires!"

The old lama's eyes were cold, and he looked at her deeply, as if two cold blades were stabbing at her.

Ma Chunhua was not afraid, looked at him, and hummed: "Great Lama, although my Guanlan Taoist Temple is lonely and nameless, it is not for others to bully!"

Lama Chebo glanced at Xiao Yuesheng and said slowly, "What about the two of you?"

Ma Chunhua suddenly smiled, her face changed suddenly, and she said in a gentle voice: "Great Lama, you said, your Walun Temple has nothing to do with our Guanlan Taoist Temple, so why did you rashly come to kill me?!"

"I don't know!" the old lama said lightly: "If the two Taoist friends come to the door to ask for the guilt, please give advice!"

After saying that, with a wave of his right hand, his body stepped back, and he jumped up the steps, his left hand still plucking the milky white Buddha beads, calm and calm.

With a wave of his right hand, the eighteen lamas suddenly activated, jumped up from the steps, and when they fell to the ground lightly, their bodies were quick, forming a circle, surrounding Xiao Yuesheng's master and apprentice.

Ma Chunhua stamped her feet hatefully and glared at the old lama.

She didn't expect that when she came to ask for the crime, the other party was even more arrogant than herself, and if she didn't agree with her, she would do it.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, and said in a deep voice: "What do you do, let's do it!"

Ma Chunhua responded, but she didn't move in a hurry, looking left and right, the eighteen lamas in front of her, all of them were young and strong, their complexions were red, and outside their yellow robes, one arm was exposed, and their muscles and flesh were knotted, containing great strength.

They are full of energy, their temples are bulging, and they know at a glance that their cultivation is profound, although she has never seen the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple, she thinks that it is nothing more than that.

(To be continued)