Chapter 350

When you enter the temple, you can see the situation inside.

The ancient Buddha sits on the lotus platform, about Zhang high, and the spiral hair on his head is connected with the temple dome.

The Buddha's face is compassionate, like a real person. His hands are folded and his head is slightly lowered. It seems to be examining the whole audience.

On one side of the lotus terrace, an old monk sat cross legged.

The old monk's face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were closed, his dry hands gently turned the rosary beads on his wrists.

In the small temple, there are about 20 people, depending on the situation, it's not a group.

They are all ferocious and ferocious. They are holding knives and swords and look like strangers are not allowed to enter.

This also made several women of the Mo family and Zhao Laoliu subconsciously shrink up and hide behind Guo fan.

Giant Buddha statue, benevolent old monk, Jianghu bandits

Coupled with ordinary people such as Zhao Laoliu, many people are crowded in a small temple, and the atmosphere is also somewhat strange.

"Amitabha."

The old monk opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and pure, like a child, and instantly calmed the panic of several people.

He swept several people, and his eyes fell on Guo fan. There seemed to be ups and downs in his eyes. Then he pressed down and said:

"Please wait a moment, benefactor. There are still a few people who haven't arrived."

"Is there anyone else?" Guo fan looked back and saw the wind and sand everywhere. It was difficult to distinguish the others.

Even with his cultivation and perception, it is difficult to recognize things 100 meters away in this desert.

The old monk can detect more.

Array!

Looking back, he nodded gently. He shook his linen cassock gently and sat down cross legged in the corner of the temple.

Zhao Laoliu followed closely.

The field is quiet.

The old monk and Guo fan closed their eyes and said nothing. Although the eyes of all Jianghu people flickered, no one spoke.

Zhao Laoliu and Mo's family will not say much.

So.

Time passed slowly.

I don't know how long later, Guo fan and the old monk opened their eyes at the same time and looked at the temple door.

"Creak... Creak..."

The abnormal sound of rutting comes from the wind and sand, gradually approaches, and finally reveals its true appearance.

The first thing that came into view was a burly man with a height of two meters. He was dressed in a short ridge and twisted all over. He strode forward with a very oppressive breath.

In an instant, the faces of Zhao Laoliu and Mo's women were white, and the Jianghu people in the field also flashed their eyes.

Behind the big man was a simple sedan.

There were no horses or camels, because the rope of the car was tightly tied to the man.

When one person and one vehicle came to the temple, the big man immediately stopped, turned and hung his head:

"Miss, here we are."

"HMM." a soft soothing sound sounded from the car, and the curtain was gently lifted by a flawless jade hand.

Immediately, the eyes of the people seemed to shine.

One of the most beautiful people in the world walked down from his sedan and walked to the front of the temple in the arch guard of the Great Han.

The woman's appearance is amazing and her temperament is extremely vulgar. Even if Ling ruowei is compared with it, she is one point worse, but it should also be because Ling ruowei has a child and greatly loses her essence.

Seeing the woman walking, the crowd in the field didn't say a word, but someone's throat rolled.

"Master!" the woman turned her beautiful eyes and fell on the old monk on the side of the Buddha, bending her knees and saluting:

"This is the gateway to the pure land of Thousand Buddhas?"

"Exactly." the old monk nodded and saluted:

"Please wait a moment, and let the poor monk arrange others."

Lay?

This is a woman who studies Buddhism.

The woman seemed surprised. She nodded when she heard the speech and stood aside accompanied by the big man.

"Amitabha." the old monk recited the Buddha's name, got up from the futon and looked around the crowd:

"Pure land is the holy land of Buddhism. Although our Buddha is wide open, it can only ferry destined people, but it is difficult to ferry stray people."

"I dare to ask you, master." a Jianghu man with a sword on his waist came forward with a grim face and bowed his hand and asked:

"What is a predestined person?"

"If you have a Buddha in your heart and don't dye your mind, you are destined for someone." the old man combined the eleven rites and looked at each other:

"No return to Yan, no return and no regret when the sword comes out, and the sword falls and dies. He is the best disciple of the Yue family."

"Do you know me?" Wu Huiyan raised his eyebrows with pride:

"Yes, no return to Yanyue, it's me!"

"Amitabha." the old monk folded his hands again and said:

"Almsgiver has a deep desire to kill. If you want to be like a Thousand Buddhas, you need to leave your sword."

"What are you talking about?" Wu Huiyan's face changed. He subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist and clenched his teeth:

"You want to keep my sword?"

"No." the old monk shook his head:

"I just want to leave the donor's thoughts. Only in this way can I step into the pure land of thousands of Buddhas."

"Obsession?" wuhuiyan's face is distorted:

"I'm a swordsman. The sword is in people, and the sword is dead!"

"Zheng!"

As soon as his voice fell, his sword came out of the scabbard without returning. He pointed at the old monk and said angrily:

"Old man, where is the thousand Buddha pure land?"

"Say!"

"If not, don't blame Yue for being rude!"

"Amitabha." the old monk sighed softly:

"Benefactor, your mind is too deep. It seems that you are not suitable to enter the pure land. Please go back!"

"Fart!" wuhuiyan roared:

"I've worked hard to get here. My men are dead. You tell me I can't go in?"

"Fuck you..."

"Peng!"

Before his voice fell, the void in front of him suddenly shook, and a soft but incomparable force rushed in at once.

This force was so great that it directly drove him out of the temple and sent him out of the desert.

But when he came back, he could not see the trace of Fangcun temple. Even if he ran back the same way, the wind and sand covered everything.

It's useless to let crazy cry.

Inside the temple.

In the frightened eyes of others, the old monk slowly retracted his palm and looked at the others:

"Six friends of Tuoshan."

"Exactly." the six stood up at the sound and looked straight at the old monk.

The six of them, four men and two women, all in their thirties and forties, had the color of wind and frost on their faces.

At the head, a man with white temples looks like a refined scholar, holding a folding fan and bowing to the old monk:

"But will you take away our weapons, master?"

"It doesn't hurt. We have decided to quit the Jianghu and never set foot in the outside world again."

"Amitabha." the old monk looked merciful and saluted:

"It's gratifying that the six benefactors can abandon the common customs and turn to the Buddha."

"But..."

"The six have committed many crimes in the Tuoshan area over the years. Their hands are full of blood. Hundreds of innocent people have lost their lives. It's not enough to leave their weapons."

"Hmm?" the six friends of Tuoshan changed their complexion, and the refined scholar tightened his face and said:

"What else does the master want?"

The voice was full of murder and anger.

"Martial arts." the old monk seemed to know nothing, and his face remained unchanged. He just spoke slowly:

"The six have already planned to quit the Jianghu. Their martial arts are useless. It's better to take the opportunity to give up."

"In this way, if you can practice Buddhism wholeheartedly, you will not be able to prove the Buddha fruit in the future."

"You fart!" one of the six friends of Tuoshan shouted angrily:

"Without our martial arts, will we not be humiliated and have no power to fight back?"

"Besides, no one has ever seen the so-called thousand Buddha pure land. Who knows if you are a liar?"

"Good!" one nodded:

"With your words, let's abolish our martial arts. Do you really think I'm a fool?"

"Always make sure there is a Thousand Buddhas pure land, and say something else!"

"Good."

"That's the reason!"

"Amitabha." the old monk bowed and spoke slowly:

"So, how many people disagree?"

Six people are stagnant, and their faces can't change back and forth.

They have long been fed up with the dangers outside and come here to seek stability.

But

Abolish martial arts?

"Big brother." a man with a scar on his face whispered:

"If the only way to go to the pure land of Laozi Thousand Buddhas is to abolish martial arts, I'd rather not go!"

"Me too!"

"So am I!"

"Big... Big brother." suddenly, one of the six turned pale and stammered:

"I, I don't want to fight anymore. I want to stay."

"Old four!" several people turned their heads and glared at each other, with unbelievable eyes.

"Big brother, second brother, third brother and fifth brother." the youngest woman leaned over and said in a deep voice:

"My fourth brother and I won't go back, even if our martial arts have been abolished..."

"We will too!"

"You..." the second son seems to be the most angry. He clenched his teeth and glared at them:

"Don't regret it!"

"That's all." the elegant scholar's eyes twinkled, then he sighed and waved his hands uninteresting:

"Every man has his own ambition and can't be forced."

"Since you two have decided to pay attention, we'll meet later... No, there's no time to meet later!"

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

Hearing the speech, the old four and six trembled and looked at each other with tears.

Then he knelt down slowly and kowtowed to the brothers:

"We can't share our life and death. We are ashamed of our promise. This is already the case in this life. We can only repay it in the next life!"

When the sound fell, their bodies shook, blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and their breath was instantly weak.

My martial arts have been abolished!

The boss's face changed, and there was sadness, reluctance and even resentment in his eyes. Then he suddenly waved his hand:

"Come on, come on, let's go!"

With these words, Jing took some brothers out of the temple gate, but for a moment, they disappeared into the vast sand.

The old four and six were pale and placed on one side of the Buddha statue by the old monk.

"Flower butterfly."

"Yes." in the field, a man with white complexion stood up trembling at the sound and handed a package:

"Master," he said with a flattering smile:

"This is the silver that villains have accumulated over the years. There are also several lost secret scripts in the Jianghu. I wonder if they can enter the pure land?"

"Amitabha." the old monk reached for the package, weighed it, but shook his head impolitely:

"This is something outside the body. How can it be used as an entry-level talent?"

"Your Excellency likes Yin, goes in and out of the flowers more, and has defiled many innocent women. It can be said that his crime is unforgivable!"

When the man heard the speech, his face immediately changed, and the eyes of others in the field were also strange.

Especially the women in the field are full of anger.

This person has a good appearance, can be regarded as beautiful, and his clothes are refreshing and different from others.

Originally, these people are very popular with women, but they don't want to be a vicious flower picker!

The old monk said:

"However, Buddhism has a fate. There is a saying that you can put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. You can do it yourself, benefactor."

"As long as you put down your mind, you can enter the pure land!"

"I don't know..." the butterfly whispered:

"What does the master want me to put down?"

"I'm the romantic seed, and I'm the bane." the old monk said with a dignified face:

"Only in this way can you enter our door!"

"Ah!" the butterfly turned white. Although he expected it, his crotch was still cool.

Now the dry road:

"Master, how can I put it down?"

The old monk waved with one hand and made a downward cutting gesture, saying:

"Six clean roots!"

"That... That's OK." Hua butterfly smiled awkwardly, subconsciously covered her crotch with both hands and moved backward:

"It seems that I have no chance with Buddhism, and I can't enter the pure land, younger generation... I'll leave now!"

As he spoke, he arched his hands at the old monk. A little under his feet turned into a wisp of virtual shadow and jumped out of the temple.

The speed and lightness of movement are exquisite.

The flower picker deserves his reputation.

"Tiesheng." at this time, the woman who finally got off the car suddenly opened her mouth and her voice was indifferent:

"Go and kill him."

"Yes." the big man like the iron tower heard that it should be. He took a step under his feet and flashed out like a blink.

One step, 100 meters.

Vigorous Qi becomes a master!

The crowd was shocked. Even Guo fan's eyes flashed slightly and looked at the woman.

A big man goes fast and comes fast.

There was a little fresh blood on the sleeves, and there was fierce on the face. However, when I saw the woman, I immediately converged and kept around honestly.

Obviously, the butterfly didn't escape.

"Master." the woman gently saluted the old monk:

"Please forgive me for polluting the Buddhist clean land."

"The pure land is in my heart, not in front of me." the old monk smiled:

"There is a pure land in my heart. Where does it provoke dust? The monk looks at it!"

"Thank you for your advice." the woman's beautiful eyes flashed and saluted again, and her attitude was much more serious.

"Amitabha." the old monk nodded and looked sideways at the others in the field:

"Sichuan Hubei bandits!"

"I'll wait." the rest of the Jianghu people should come together, and one of them stood up immediately.

This man is not tall and looks even more ordinary, but his evil spirit is not inferior to that big man named Tiesheng.

No doubt.

He is also a vigorous Qi master!

"Master," the man said in a deep voice:

"What do we need to leave before we can enter the pure land?"

"You are heroes in the Jianghu. Although you are in the Jianghu, you don't have many evil deeds, but you have some chivalrous names." the old monk saluted the man and said:

"But fighting is still a taboo of Buddhism. If you want to enter the pure land, you also need to put down your obsession."

Someone whispers:

"How to put it down?"

"You can go back and meditate for three years. If you don't use force within three years, you can be qualified to enter the pure land." the old monk said:

"Of course, if you don't want to, you can give up one arm to prove your determination, and you can enter today."

"Three years?"

"One arm!"

The visitor's skin and flesh beat on his face, his eyes twinkled, didn't say a word, and the field was quiet for a time.

There is no doubt that this is a dilemma.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, there was a flash of knife light in the field.

The leader of Sichuan Hubei bandits clenched his teeth, and his left arm was removed from his shoulder and fell heavily to the ground.

His eyes contracted, but he didn't change his face. He easily lit his acupoints and stopped the blood.

"Is that enough?"

"Amitabha." the old monk combined the eleven rites and looked indifferent. It seemed that he was not surprised. He just stretched out his hand and drew behind him:

"Benefactor, come here."

"HMM." the leader nodded and looked back at the others:

"You can go back, of course, or learn from me."

Yin Luo, without saying much, strode to the old monk, found a space there and sat down cross legged.

Close your eyes and adjust your breath.

"Ah..." among the bandits in Sichuan and Hubei, someone sneered:

"Big brother is really a deep seed of Buddha's nature. Before entering the pure land, he has abandoned the common fate and ignored us!"

"In that case, I don't need to follow you. We'll go our own way and never meet again!"

With that, he raised his arms and shouted:

"Who left with me!"

"We take refuge in the underworld. Even if we go out, we can have a good life. How can we hide in that pure land?"

The word "underground mansion" seems to have a magical power, which makes everyone in the field subconsciously look left and right, as if someone was eavesdropping.

Even the giant Han and beautiful lay in the iron tower just now have a dignified face and tight action.

The old monk recites the Buddha's name silently, which seems to have inexplicable meaning.

"I'll go!"

"I'll go too!"

"Poof!"

A man drew a knife, cut off his arm, and staggered towards the old monk and leader.

Finally, except for the leader, only three people chose to stay, and others left one after another.

In this world, there are few people who dare to draw their own knife.

"Amitabha." the old monk recited the Buddha's name and looked at Guo fan. His eyes stopped on Zhao Laoliu:

"Almsgiver Zhao, your good friend has no roots, has entered the pure land, and has accumulated enough merits and virtues. He once said that he can be used by you."

Then he stretched out his hand:

"So, please come this way!"

"Ah?" Zhao Laoliu was overjoyed to see that other people in the field were either useless or self mutilated.

He was already uneasy.

Now that I know the news of my friends, I have more merit to offset my obsession, and I am even more ecstatic in my heart.

He trotted over in a hurry, even ignoring the others.

It seems that even the rumored pure land of Buddhism is inevitably vulgar. Some people in the court are easy to do things.

"Mo's woman..." the old monk didn't care what others thought. His eyes turned and fell on the six women.

"Master!" Morse walked forward slowly, knelt on her knees, trembled on her own and took out a jade bottle:

"This... Was handed over to us by my grandfather. It's said that it's needed in the pure land and can be used as an introduction."

"Oh?" the old monk was surprised. He reached out and gently opened the bottle cap. A chill came to his face immediately.

"Da..."

The bottle cap was closed as soon as it was opened, and the old monk's expression was dignified:

"It's it!"

"Forging family Mo family?"

"I see!"

It seems that he thought of something. The old monk sighed, nodded, stretched out his hand and drew back:

"You can come."

With that, a gentle force wrapped the six women and slowly sent them to the side of the Buddha statue.

Only Guo fan was left out.

"Benefactor..." the old monk looked at Guo fan, his eyes seemed to jump with Buddha light, and his tone hesitated for the first time:

"I don't know what to call it?"

As soon as he said this, everyone in the field was surprised.

Today, there are Jianghu Xiashi wuhuiyan, six friends of Tuoshan, thieves, butterflies, and Sichuan Hubei thieves.

There are even ordinary people Zhao Laoliu and women from the declining family Mo family.

They come from the south of the world. Their accomplishments are high and low, and their reputations are different. The old monk knows all of them.

Even the last mysterious woman and man are no exception!

This makes them think that the monk is a pure land monk who knows everything and can do everything.

Now, there are people who don't know their origin?

"I'm Guo fan." Guo fan bows:

"It's normal for a casual person in the Jianghu to be unheard of by the master."

"Really?" the old monk's eyes flashed and said:

"With the donor's ability, although the world is big, it can be obtained. Why enter the pure land of Buddhism?"

"The master has been praised too much." Guo fan shook his head:

"Now there is great chaos in the world. The earth is under constant pressure for a lifetime and the heaven is connected everywhere. There is no safe place."

"Although Guo has some accomplishments, he can't go anywhere."

"I heard that the pure land of Thousand Buddhas is the only place in the world that is not affected. I hope to see it."

"See?" the old monk repeated and said:

"To be honest, although the pure land is secure, it is not a legendary holy land. I'm afraid I'll be disappointed when I go."

He was actually refusing.

It seems that he doesn't want Guo fan to go in, but he doesn't want to be tough. His attitude is very different from that of others.

This also made other people look strange, especially the woman, who looked at Guo fan with thoughtful eyes.

"No harm." Guo fan waved his hand:

"I just want to be safe for a while. The pure land meets the requirements. Master, how can Guo go in?"

"What needs to be left?"

"What's left?" the old monk turned his eyes and looked back and forth at Guo fan:

"Benefactor, your body is flawless, your state of mind is perfect, you don't stay in things, you don't fake external demands, which is admirable!"

"Are you a swordsman?"

"Swordsman?" Guo fan stroked Shen Xing Dao at his waist and nodded slowly:

"Yes!"

Then he raised his head and looked at the old monk:

"Do you want my knife?"

"Just about to have a look." the old monk smiled calmly, suddenly stretched out his hand, looked at it with his five fingers, and grabbed Shen Xing Dao.

Buddha's secret skill - Indra claw method!

Guo fan raised his eyebrows and the sinking star sword clanked out of its scabbard. The nine movements of Prajna falling magic knife were integrated in an instant.

"Drink!"

The old monk's complexion changed slightly, and his fist was as heavy as a mountain and as bright as a sea.

Big bright fist!

When they punched out, they only felt warm, and the pain and suffering of Mo Xiao and others dissipated.

"Good fist technique!" Guo fan exclaimed. He changed his body shape, and many Buddhist knife techniques such as ring breaking knife and Bodhi knife were cut out one by one.

He has experienced several generations of reincarnation, learned from hundreds of schools, and is proficient in the art of knives.

Since he created the four moves of flame sabre, his Sabre technique has reached a certain peak. Even if the ghost handsome Sabre is close to him, he is not afraid at all under the same level.

This is to use the Shaolin Sabre technique in the internal Qi stage against the enemy, which can also remain invincible.

Even if the old monk's skill is mysterious and some moves are even terrible. It seems that it is the real martial arts of the living immortal, it is difficult to occupy the top.

"Peng!"

When the void shook, Guo fan's body shape remained unchanged, and the old monk couldn't help but step back and show his solemn face.

The others in the field were even more surprised.

In their opinion, the old monk is already a legendary figure, almost second only to the underground ghost handsome who threatens the world, but he doesn't want to be at the bottom!

The woman was even more dignified.

She also opened her eyebrows and eyes, so she saw more clearly.

In the realm of zuqiao, she is afraid that she is not the enemy of the ten moves of the old monk, and Guo fan is even more unfathomable.

With a not surprising knife technique, he was able to gain the upper hand.

"Don't stay in things, be superb!" the old monk nodded slowly with complex eyes:

"The almsgiver's Sabre technique has entered the Zen realm, which is beyond the ability of the old monk. You can enter without giving up the sabre."

"Please!"

"Thank you." Guo fan hugged his fist and arched his hand, walked to the side of the Buddha statue, and others stepped aside one after another.

"Monk?" the old monk looked sideways at the woman and the big man:

"Please come here, too."

It could be seen that he seemed very clear about the origin of the woman, and the woman was not surprised. When he heard the speech, he stepped forward.

When everyone gathered around the statue of Buddha, the old monk joined the eleven rites again and recited the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha."

"Peng!"

I didn't see how he acted. When the Buddha in front of him suddenly shook and the dust rustled down, the Buddha slowly opened his hands and revealed a passage full of halos.

"Benefactor," the old monk turned pale and stretched out his hand to draw:

"Please go inside and follow this road all the way to the pure land of thousands of Buddhas without being disturbed by the outside world."

"Master youlao!" the one armed leader of the Sichuan Hubei thieves first opened his mouth and jumped into the channel.

Others, keep up.

Finally, it is Guo fan and the woman.

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