A large group of cultivators flew away like the wind, following Shen He's real people for hundreds of miles.

Hundreds of miles away from Shanxi, it was originally a huge and open place, and the grass and creek were very beautiful, but in recent years, mortals have moved here, and the beautiful scenery has been reclaimed into fields.

In the summer, it is the time when the rice flowers open, looking at the green rice fields spreading, the ears and white flowers are delicate, and the layers of fragrance are wafting with the wind.

The scenery is as beautiful as it used to be, but small troubles are inevitable: the gods can't stand in the rice fields to greet the holy monks.

It can't fall to the ground, just float in mid-air, and it's already prepared for the mountain. After Shen He stopped, Elder Hong took out a small embroidered bag from his sleeve, opened it, and selected the three spools of red, white, and black, and took out the white spool, shook it in the wind, and thousands of threads burst out and flew away.

After waiting for a few more breaths, the disciples of the Flamingo Peak, such as the sword tip and the sword sui, Fang Xianzi and other flamingo peak disciples, all helped the master to close the line, only to see the white clouds being pulled by the long line and quickly gathered together, and in a short time, the white clouds in mid-air paved a holy giant flat, and everyone greeted the high monk of Mitiantai on this cloud flat.

The three corpses didn't realize it later, and suddenly realized: "What color of line, what color of clouds!"

In the kung fu of the people of the Flamingo Peak, the Elder of Lingshui Peak Feng took out a long-necked jade bottle, dropped a few drops of dew in the palm of his hand, and blew it lightly with his mouth.

The manna melts into rain, and the diseased and weak rice seedlings in the field immediately stand up. At the same time, the ugly insects in the grain fell into the soil one after another, and they could never be harmed again. The old man put away the jade bottle: "Anyway, if you wait for someone, you will be idle if you are idle." ”

It is not necessary to do good all the time, but it is never evil, and when you have time, you can remember to reach out to help the world, this is the right way to practice.

Waiting for the tea time, the faint Sanskrit chanting from the West came, and seven hundred and seventy-seven dressed monks appeared in sight.

It is not to ride the clouds and the wind, nor to see the magic weapon to help, the monk of Mitiantai walks in the air. Sing as you walk with your hands folded. With their spells. Layers of pale golden Buddha light diffused from the procession, reflecting the solemnity and sacredness of the monks.

And the golden light slowly flowed, constantly turning into butterflies, and the golden butterflies flew around the monks for a few weeks, and then turned around and scattered in all directions. fell into the world.

One blessing, one wisdom, one butterfly.

Monks come on a hike from the West. Along the way, he used his own cultivation to end tens of millions of golddees. Bestowing blessings and wisdom on the world's Buddhism is nothing more than the word 'compassion', and the pomp and circumstance of the high-ranking monks on the heavens will not be separated from the original meaning of 'compassion'.

After the procession of Mi Tiantai. They have already gathered and followed a large group of cultivators, and the scale is still more than that of the mountain.

Yunping fluttered lightly, Shen He led the disciples of his own sect to meet him, everyone's Taoism is different, each gives their own courtesy, Shen He held his hand, and smiled at the senior monk headed by Mitiantai: "I have seen Master Chenguang from the mountain and Shen He, and all the masters have traveled all the way to the hard. ”

Chenguang Monk is the abbot of Mitiantai, today's Middle Earth Shijie, the leader of thousands of Shakmen cultivators. This person is very different from the Shenguang, Diguang and other high-ranking monks of the same generation that Su Jing has seen before, he is not old at all, not only is he not old, but he is still very young. He looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old.

He can't talk about being handsome in appearance, but his skin is as clean as snow, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and he is a really crystal clear young man!

It is no secret that the 'youthful appearance' of the monk Chenguang is in the practice of shijie, according to legend, this person was precocious, and his cultivation in his early years was extremely fast, but he grew extremely slowly: by the time he practiced for a thousand years, he was only in his early twenties.

Since the second millennium, Chenguang has not been long, not to maintain his appearance with cultivation, secret methods or elixirs like a female cultivator, he has not done anything deliberately at all, but he is no longer aging.

For a thousand years, it has not aged in the slightest!

When he practiced for the third millennium, something even more miraculous happened, and little by little, slowly but never interrupted, he became younger and went back.

Master Chenguang has been practicing for 3,700 years, and now he has become a thorough teenager

If it's just that it's not old, it's just that Uncle Lishan is also not old, which is not too unusual. But the more you live, the younger you get, the more you grow against the sky, it's really unreasonable.

Don't talk about outsiders, even the senior monks of Mitiantai, and even Master Chenguang himself can't tell why this is so, and they can only be far-fetched and attributed to the magic of Buddhism.

Master Chenguang returned the salute together: "Otherwise, otherwise it will not be able to line the true scriptures preciously, and I will be ashamed of the favor of the monks of the Ferris Temple." Besides, what is the hard work of walking on this road, the predecessors of your sect will bring the true scriptures out of the treasure temple, which is the real righteous and brave trip. ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Su Jing and the others couldn't help but be taken aback again. The voice of the young monk is as clear as dead wood, hoarse, blurred, and suffocating.

Chenguang's skin is not old, but his voice is already old.

Akame Zhenren sucked in the cool air, and said to Xiao Xiangliu beside him: "The little monk and the demon of abomination are the same way!" Since getting the Golden Jade Bodhi, Akame and Xiao Xiangliu are so good that they will say a few words to him if they have anything to do.

Sao Qi Donglai is a bearded man with a soft tone, and Master Chenguang is a young man with a withered old voice, and the latter is much better in comparison.

At this moment, Chenguang had already received guidance from Diguang behind him, and bowed to Su Jing: "Mr. Su spreads the benefits of the lamp, and the disciples of Buddhism all over the world see it, and the old man has thanked Mr. ”

Su Jing hurriedly returned the salute: "The master is too polite, the true scripture used to be annotated by the great monks of the Motiansha Dynasty, and in the future, it will depend on your sect to carry it forward, and I am just a change of hands, and I have no merit to live in, and I dare not accept the master's thanks." ”

The greetings were polite, but the monk Chenguang smiled: "Okay! As he spoke, he reached out and took out a cloth bag from his sleeve, which was bulging and something squirming back and forth in it.

As soon as the cloth bag was opened, there was a strange sound inside: the sound of horns, war drums, shouts, and the sound of rushing and killing, which can only be seen on the battlefield.

Chenguang turned the cloth bag upside down, and a large number of little people fell out of the slump. The doll is the size of a finger, with a fragrant scar on her head but wearing armor, wearing Buddha beads around her neck but holding a fierce blade in her hand, entangled and fighting with each other, and is fighting to the death.

After they landed in Yunping, they immediately stopped, and they changed into the size of ordinary people in the wind, their faces were still bloody, and their bodies were injured, but their movements were very fast, and they formed seven phalanxes in an instant, each with three hundred and thirty-three fierce monks, and they were neatly facing Master Chenguang: "Meet Master Abbot." ”

"Mr. Lishan Sujing. Spread the light and spread the Dharma to benefit the world. Great meritorious. Do not offend the devil. Spread the purpose of the law, damage the monks to support Su Jing, and there can be no loss. The abbot said, stretching out his hand and pointing at Su Jing

"Receive the abbot's decree. Seven formations and more than 2,000 'damaged monks' obeyed the order in unison, and then turned around and bowed to Su Jing: "Forever follow Mr. Side." If the demon is offended, he will be killed!"

Su Jing's eyesight is extraordinary. At a glance, it can be seen that these 'monks and soldiers' are all dead souls. All of them are ghost monks.

Akame pulled Xiao Xiangliu's cuffs again: "Look at hey, the monk raises ghosts!"

Mi Tiantai will not interfere in mortal affairs, but in troubled times. There will always be disciples who will enter the world to rescue the suffering and the living, and to surpass the resentment of the dead in vain. In the event of a big war, the monks will also exert their magical powers and do great rituals to surpass the dead.

However, the Buddha has vast magical powers, and it is inconceivable that sentient beings create karma. The so-called: karma can hinder the holy path, karma is like a hero, with a thousand strange forms, difficult to adjust. Even if the monks of Mitiantai are profound in Buddhism, they cannot conquer the world, and they often encounter souls that cannot be transcended, and they cannot be allowed to let them go unchecked.

If it is easy to deal with the fierce ghosts, they will directly disperse the matter, but there are still some fierce spirits, and their temperament is not shallow, but their hearts are not evil. Especially the 'military souls' who stood out in the army and experienced many vicious battles before their deaths, there are many such examples, and the monks have no choice but to bring them to Mitiantai.

The anger does not disappear and the fierce soul is difficult, but it can ignite the light of the Buddha, and use their ferocity for good and evil. This is the origin of the bag of 'Damaged Monk Soldiers'.

Mitiantai pays attention to 'compassion for the heart', although Buddhism also has the saying of subduing demons and defending the way, but the monks rarely use the law to fight, more than 2,300 'damaged monks' have never appeared in the world, and outsiders do not know. However, according to the visual measurements of Shen He, He Yu and others, the power of this bag of monk soldiers should not be inferior to the ancient Taoist soldiers from the mountain.

Chenguang shook the cloth bag and took it back to the monks, and in the blink of an eye, he shouted again in the bag that he was fierce and fierce, and practiced day and night, and their practice was to kill each other;

Sealed and fastened, Chenguang handed it to Su Jing: "It's not a thanks, but a respect." If you can't support Mr. Su thoroughly, Mitiantai will be ashamed of my Buddha. ”

The most important thing Su Jing lacks is his subordinates, not to mention that the disciples of Lishan have their own Liliang support for everything, so how can they get the monk's soldiers.

But this pocket of fierce soldiers is both a monk and a ghost, and the seventeen Garuda and Di Ting the seal of the scriptures are also the same work, which can help him refine the evil heaven, after a little hesitation, he thanked him seriously, and Su Jing took the pocket.

The pocket monk is a greeting gift, and it has to be given as soon as they meet. At this time, Shen He spoke again, exchanged a few words with the monk Chenguang, and the team from the mountain opened at a moment's notice, welcoming the high monks of the rooftop, and everyone galloped towards the mountain. Everyone else was fine, but Shen He and He Yu seemed to notice something, and turned their eyes to the south.

They looked in the direction, the sky was empty, and there was nothing.

But soon the light in Shen Zhenren's eyes dissipated, his face changed to respect, and he nodded seriously at Nanfang. He Yu smiled towards the south, looking very happy.

Most people didn't pay attention to the small movements, but Su Jing and the three corpses followed them and saw it clearly. The three corpses looked at each other, and Akame spoke first: "What are they looking for?"

Lianhua shook her head: "I don't know, I can't see anything anyway." ”

Lei Dong was the head of the three corpses, the most insightful, and said lightly: "You don't care what they see, it's difficult to pretend not to see, is it difficult to pretend to see?"

The other two dwarf immortals were like Daigo, and they all followed the appearance of the boss, smiling lightly and nodding to the south-

Thank you for your encouragement! ^_^ (To be continued.) )