More than ten days later, in the depths of Wutai Palace, a slight muffled sound came out, which did not arouse any charm. The big Buddha head suspended in mid-air shattered and turned into thousands of flying ashes, scattered between heaven and earth.

An obscene figure quietly stuck to the edge of the stone wall, the thief looked around, and released his sense, after repeatedly checking several times, he was sure that no one existed, coughed dryly a few times, and walked out in a big way, swaying, and flying towards the exit where he came.

In less than half an hour, a smiling face appeared at the gate of Wutai Palace, looked left and right, and Shi Shiran walked down the steps.

The dust-breaking old monk who was sitting under the small Bodhi tree with his eyes closed and meditating, at the moment when Tianjiu walked out of the palace gate, his face showed a trace of horror, but it was fleeting, and because he was facing back, Tianjiu didn't notice the slightest abnormality at all.

"Haha! Old man, the master is out! You're not dead yet! Great!" Tianjiu hurriedly walked up, took a few breaths, and when he reached the old monk who broke the dust, he also crossed his knees and sat under the shade of the Bodhi tree.

"Amitabha! The little donor has disturbed the old body's cultivation!" Pochen opened his faint old eyes and bowed.

"Cut! Qing Xiu? Come on! It's not me talking about you, the old man who breaks the dust, the loess is buried in your nose, and you still repair a fart! Come on, come on, drink and eat meat with the master, and after you are full of food and drink, the master will take you to the Ten Thousand Buddha Building to take your sister!"

"Drink wine and eat meat?" the old monk's eyes flashed with a little brilliance.

"That's right! I've already checked the Wutai Palace just now, and there are no other old monks in it, they're all gone. In other words, if we drink and talk here, we will tear down the palace. No one came to interfere. Life must be full of joy, and life must be even more joyful. Come on, come on, let's drink!"

Tianjiu said. He took out a bottle of drunken immortal wine again, took the lead in taking a sip, and then, together with a big spirit pig leg, handed it to the old monk.

"......?" the old monk hesitated.

"Drink, old man, why be afraid of death? The boy dies nine times all his life, and he still looks like a dog. Wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha stayed in his heart. You have been reciting the Buddha all your life, but you are still a novice, and now you are dead. It's a hundred deaths, can't you see through this?"

Tianjiu said loudly, stuffing the wine and meat into the old monk's arms.

In the eyes of the old monk, a piece of brilliance swirled up, he held a pot in one hand and meat in the other, raised his head and drank a large mouthful of drunken immortal wine, and then tore a large mouthful of meat.

"Yes! I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead! I've been enlightened for a thousand years. Finally comprehended life and death!Okay, good!, old man drink!" The old monk ate and drank, making a hahadaxiao sound.

"Haha! Old man, you take it easy, stay a little master!"

The laughter rang out loud in the sky. Even the small Bodhi tree, which had stood still for thousands of years, swayed violently.

A fallen leaf swirled down and silently landed on the old monk's head. Half a moment later, the linden leaf seemed to melt. Slowly submerge into the top of the head.

After a stick of incense, Tianjiu, who had a lonely face, staggered up. With a wry smile, he grinned:

"Alas, old man, we have drunk all the wine, and the meat has been eaten, as for the sister, forget it, old man, you are not that material, the kid is the monk of wine, meat, and flowers. The boy is gone, go and find the boy's avenue! If you remember the flower monk, if you don't remember, the boy will say goodbye! If there is fate, let's drink wine and eat meat again in the next life!"

After Tianjiu finished speaking, he didn't wait for the old monk to speak, and with a hint of drunkenness, he stumbled and flew down.

The old monk looked at the slightly lost figure that had disappeared, smiled and shook his head.

After a dozen breaths, a majestic vitality surged down from the sea of the old monk's knowledge, and circulated rapidly among the hundreds of limbs. In the dantian, the originally shrunken space exploded, and a huge golden Buddha sat in the hollow of the dantian, and the Buddha's body quickly absorbed the vitality that spread out......

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In the main hall of the Privy Council, there are eighty great monks sitting in a circle, these monks, one by one, are overwhelming, and the minimum cultivation is also above the middle of the Yuan Infant, and the Yuan Infant Grand Monk of Famen Temple is all there.

Master Kuretian sat in the center of the chief seat, and below, Kurepentance and Kuxing sat with their eyes closed with solemn faces. The abbot of the withered lamp sat in the center of the right column, gently twisted a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and chanted words in his mouth.

In the center position on the left side, the sea of evil is sitting on a futon, and on his dark golden face, he is not shocked, and he can't see the slightest emotion. At the bottom of the left side, a gray futon was very conspicuously vacant, and next to it, the black-faced monk was sitting squarely, staring ahead without squinting.

Kutian looked at the somewhat dull venue and smiled slightly: "Elders, this meeting has been held for three days, and it is still forty to forty, and half of those who demand the end of the southern march and those who are in favor of continuing to advance further. According to the Bylaws of the Privy Council, a majority is required to pass a resolution. Hehe, today is the fourth day, and I don't want to be verbose, so let's say your main reason in one sentence. If anyone has changed their original intentions, they can speak in advance. Today, there must be a result. Millions of soldiers in front of us are still waiting for our results. ”

Half loud, no one squeaked, and in the Privy Hall, the leaves could be heard.

"Why, you don't make any remarks today? Dry Lamp, you are strongly advocating the end of the southward advance, I don't want to listen to your grand remarks, just say, why do you have to oppose the southward advance?" Seeing that everyone was silent, Kutian raised his hand and pointed to the abbot of the dry lamp and said.

The withered lamp sighed, opened his eyes, clenched his teeth, and said with a resolute face: "The holy Buddha ten thousand temples, nine thousand repentance, the withered lamp is just following the general trend and saying the heart of the nine thousand temples in the holy Buddha city!"

"Hehe, very good, talk about the monks outside, you are the abbot of Famen Temple, I don't know what position to put my Famen Temple?" said dryly. Then he looked at Kuquan: "Senior Brother Kuquan, you have commanded the Battle of Dingzhou, you should have a more adequate reason." ”

"Master Kuten, Kuquan only remembers the Buddha's precepts, and the Holy Buddha said: Great virtue in the world, Ze is born by the common people. Of course, this requires us to remove all the thorns and obstacles on the road of propagating our Buddha, so going south is the best policy. Dry Spring said loudly.

"Well, that makes sense. The Holy Buddha precepted, we and other juniors must always remember!" Kutian nodded happily. After finishing speaking, he looked left and right, and said with a smile: "Second brother, third child, do you want to say a word? I know that you are against going south, but you also want to give me a little face, okay?"

"Senior brother, it's not that you don't regret and don't give you face, for thousands of years, you said that I didn't obey your words and plans, at the beginning of the southward march, I was in favor, but you look at it now, how many monks have died? How many lives have been ruined? We are the people who are being born, not the people who are left behind!"

The old monk on the left-hand seat shook his head with a chuckle: "Senior brother, don't persuade the withered star again, the withered star has always opposed the southward march from beginning to end, and is even more resolute than the withered lamp abbot who is full of wretched energy." The southward march must be stopped!"

The corners of the dry sky's eyes twitched slightly, and he suddenly glanced at the monk of the sea of evil in the middle of the left, and the color of his eyes suddenly appeared, and he shouted with a pleasant face: "The sea of evil, this time the rooftop diving cultivation has gone through eight eight and sixty-four days, you are very good, the secret technique of the Buddha palm has been first glimpsed into the doorway, and in less than three or five months, you will definitely be able to achieve success, plus your designated peak mantra and big Buddha body, I am afraid that we old guys are not your opponents, and becoming a Buddha is just around the corner!"

"Amitabha! Thank you Master Kutian for your teaching, and the sea of evil will remember it in my heart!"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say...... Why do you also oppose the old man's strategy of going south?"

The sea took a deep breath and avoided the eager eyes cast by the dry sky: "Master Hui, the sea also personally participated in the southward expedition, and almost fell on the battlefield. After learning from the pain, the sea of evil feels that the Buddha is in the heart, not in the mouth, let alone in the hands. The prosperity of the Buddhist family obtained by force and killing is just a gorgeous bubble, and sooner or later it will fall apart.

As soon as the words of the sea fell, there was a slight commotion in the venue, and then dozens of 'Amitabha' sounds were heard.

"...... you?!hmph!" Dry Tian's face was instantly gloomy, he shook up, and said coldly: "In this case, I will leave my words here today: Dry Heaven will not die for a day, and the southward advance will be carried out for a day, even if there is only one Famen Temple in the Holy Buddha City left, I will never retreat!"

After speaking, as soon as he waved his robe, he wanted to leave. (To be continued......)