Chapter 183

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It's windy at night.

The lights flickered in the hall.

Only the fire burning on the ground, which could not be moved by the strong wind, was so red that the whole hall was stained with a layer of burning blood.

The monks looked solemn.

Bai GuZi asked: "dare to ask the abbot, where is the younger martial brother of Bodhi?"

This question, in fact, is where the body of the Bodhi is.

"That's all that's left."

Pointing to the burning flesh and blood, the abbot sighed and said, "if you only care about the cultivation of closed mouth Zen, regardless of the life and death of your fellow disciples, you will not be able to catch up with the last journey."

The flesh and blood are dying away.

It means that the martial arts Qi and blood infused into the flesh and blood of Jie Bodhi before his death has almost been consumed.

Bai GuZi walked towards the fire.

Zizi

The sound of burning in the fire made Bai GuZi very absorbed. His eyes were burning at the red flame, and finally he stretched out his hand.

Bai GuZi is the most beautiful monk in the whole Youming temple. In addition, he is skillful in his 40s. He looks only about 20 years old. His lips are red and his teeth are white. Even his hand that stretches out to the fire is smooth and delicate, which is almost the same as those delicate hands of the ladies of aristocratic families.

"Stop it

"Bai GuZi, do you want to die?"

"When the Bodhisattva is burned by the flame, the flame can not be extinguished as soon as it enters the bone marrow. All the monks in the Youming Temple gather here, but there is no way to deal with this kind of flame. "

"Stop it

All the monks were shouting and crying with great anxiety.

A few people wanted to rush up and pull Bai GuZi away from the red flame, but they were worried that Bai GuZi would be ignited by the flame, which would lead to the fire on his body. So they held back.

Bai GuZi did not listen to the voices of the crowd, but still kept his hand. His hands were flat and steady, and he gradually drew closer to the fire.

"What's the panic?"

The abbot glanced at the crowd and said coldly, "we, Buddhist disciples, should remember the word" Zen meditation "in our daily life. You are waiting in the middle of the school. Why is your determination so poor? "

The monks shut up.

The Abbot turned around and gazed at Bai GuZi.

Bai GuZi's palm is about a foot away from the flame, and the high temperature of the flame has ignited baiguzi's fingertip.

Whoosh!

The flame rose up and wrapped up Bai GuZi's palm and spread rapidly towards the arm.

"What a fire

Bai GuZi burst out, the arm without fire, like a flash of lightning, fell on the arm of the arm that was on fire, pinched the flesh and pulled it down rapidly.

Hiss!

Like the sound of silk crack.

Bai GuZi was like tearing a piece of cloth. He tore off the burning arm, even the flesh of the belt, and quickly threw it to the ground.

In this way, there are two flames on the ground.

The old fire came from the Bodhisattva.

The new flame comes from the white bone seed.

"Amitabha, good and good."

Bai GuZi raised two palms, one of which was alive and flesh intact, and the other was nothing but a dense white bone. The palms were folded in front of his chest. All the monks in the Imperial Palace applied a very standard Buddhist doctrine and said, "the younger martial brother jiebodhi has been obsessed with enlightenment in his whole life. He was born in Wudao and died in Wudao, which is a worthy death. Now, it's even more glorious to die in such a flame. Why should you look so sad? "

There was a silence among the monks.

Bai GuZi looked at the monks, and finally fixed his eyes on a fat monk. He asked, "has there been a change in the first building of Jixiang hall in the past six months?"

The fat monk shook his head and said, "it has always been a poor monk."

"I'm hungry," said Bai GuZi

The fat monk quickly said, "if you are hungry, you will eat naturally. Dare you ask elder martial brother, what would you like to eat this meal?"

Bai GuZi raised his hand, looked at the white bone, and said: "as the saying goes, what to eat to make up for."

The fat monk turned to leave, and soon returned to the hall with a basket of food materials. All of them were bear paws and tiger claws. It was obvious that they had just been cut off and were dripping blood.

Bai GuZi picked up a bear's paw, put it to his mouth, and blew it gently. A fire sprang out of his mouth and burned the hair on the bear's paw clean. Then he opened his mouth and ate it.

In an instant.

A big brother, weighing five or six Jin, was eaten clean by Bai GuZi, while Bai GuZi's arm, which had no flesh and blood, was growing skin and flesh again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a moment.

A basket of bloody food was eaten by white bone son.The food is finished.

The palms are completely restored.

Bai GuZi raised the recovered palm and wiped the bloodstain on the corner of his mouth. Then a fire burst out from the palm of his hand, burning the blood between his fingers and palms. It was as if his palm had just been burned, his arm was torn, raw meat was eaten, and then the flesh and blood grew out again This series of things has never happened.

"You all go back."

Bai GuZi waved to the monks.

The monks looked at the abbot and saw that the abbot didn't say anything more, so they left one after another.

In the hall, only Bai GuZi and the abbot are left standing among many Buddha statues. Their robes are clean and bright, and their faces are precious and solemn. Bai GuZi is handsome and has red lips and white teeth. Under this situation, it seems like a reincarnated Buddha, which makes people feel like a high suddenly.

"Dare to ask the abbot."

Bai GuZi bowed down and said, "is the life of my monk important?"

The abbot nodded.

Bai GuZi pointed to himself and the two burning flames on the ground. He asked, "is it the life of the monk or the flame that matters to Youming temple?"

This question, asked the abbot.

Youming temple has a large number of disciples of this generation. There are also many extraordinary talents. Among them, there are just two of them. One is jiebodhi and the other is baiguzi.

Bodhi is dead.

If baiguzi is dead, what should we do about the inheritance of Youming temple?

Who will inherit the martial law of Youming temple?

This question made the abbot of Youming Temple frown and pondered for a long time, and finally said, "Amitabha! This fire is predestined with my Buddha. If such means can fall into my Youming temple's hands, my Youming temple will be ten times more prosperous than before, a hundred times or even a thousand times. "

"One day, you and I will break through the void and soar to the upper world. Those senior people in our school who have been flying for many years will be very happy to see such a means."

"If we go further and become Buddhas, they will be impressed by the Buddha and Bodhisattva."

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