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"Buddha!" ​​He yelled, but his voice couldn't be transmitted. In the loud noise, he caught Lu Zhengkang's body, but this white and noble body turned into fluttering poppies, like dots of light. Fly away.

Zen Master Zixing was shocked and suddenly raised his head to look at the dark purple sky.

The full moon is no longer, but a statue larger than the moon hangs in the air.

The gloomy stone, fuzzy shape, transmitted out the misty halo, shining with infinitely diverse light.

Lu Zhengkang stood on the left shoulder of the statue, looking at the abbot across a long distance.

"Come." He said softly, the world whispered for it.

Zixing's eyes shook, and the next moment he stood beside Buddha.

"The Bodhisattva has no measure of light, and the Bodhisattva has no measure of power."

After all, he has deep meditation and his mind is as stable as a rock. Although he is shocked by everything in front of him, he will not confuse his consciousness.

Zi Xing had a bird's eye view of the earth. As the moon broke, the dark earth had a brilliant light, and finally could see everything clearly.

On the earth, there are circles of mountains and circles of ocean between them. In the middle is the tall Mt. Xumi. I don't know how much it enters the water or how much it exits. Now the whole mountain is shining brightly.

"Little Thousand World?"

"No, this is my punch."

The abbot was taken aback, and then he realized that the martial arts of the Buddha had touched the unity of spirit, energy and spirit. With the magical realm of God's imperial power, there were divine wills in every gesture, and the martial arts would not be defeated if the martial arts were not broken.

"It is rumored that the Snow in the Western Regions originally had the Immeasurable King Kong Sect, and the secret rumor is that there are the four palms of Mount Sumeru, but compared with the Buddha, it is the firefly and the bright moon competing for glory!" The abbot's expression was excited, "The spirit of this mountain came out, the demons were shocked !"

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "I know, the moon is destroyed by me now, let's live on the mountain in the future."

After saying this, the Buddha statue slowly fell, leaning against Sumi, the rosette touched the bottom of the sea, but the water did not reach the knee.

There are steep cliffs on the mountain, as well as numerous open platforms, full of epiphanies.

Chapter 102 The Bodhisattva Enters the Temple, The Palm of God Xumi

The monks of Shaolin Temple, after hearing about the Bodhisattva's Pure Land, one after another chose to join and were filled with these wonderful quality upper margin beads, and the Pure Land beads grew rapidly.

This matter was considered a secret in Shaolin, except for a few trustworthy believers and laymen, the monks did not say anything about it. They were like a group of people who were eating meat in the dark, trying to swallow even the sound of chewing.

Therefore, the only people who got the epiphany were hundreds of monks from Shaolin, eight laymen in charge of foreign affairs, and Xu Ranxue.

Time hurriedly arrived in April, and Lu Zhengkang's incarnation had become a sturdy boy, and he finally stopped staying in the Yigu Bieyuan.

There are now nearly a hundred children in the other courtyard, many of whom are the sons of wealthy businessmen, but the most are still abandoned infants. They all depend on this Deer Yuan Bodhisattva. Now he is about to leave, and he is reluctant to give up.

Xu Ranxue was also very sad. Sun Lichai was gone. The girl who would study with him, Lu Zhengkang, would also move to the monastery, the Bodhisattva who would always sit on the couch.

The wing room left a memory that was impressive enough, and now leaving them is like no soul.

Fortunately, everyone can meet in the Pure Land at night, otherwise, once some people leave, they won't see each other again.

The scholar stood under the eaves and chanted poems. Lu Zhengkang held up the children's chins for the last time in the house.

It was really interesting to see their fleshy faces being puckered into buns.

When he went out, the children burst into tears, and the old mothers rushed to comfort them.

Children always think that crying can bring a turn for things they can't do, but not everything can be sympathized with weakness.

For Lu Zhengkang, he will always watch the growth of these children. If their lives can be healthy and safe, and if their humanity can be strong and decent, then it will be worthy of a fate gathering.

The entry of the Buddha into the Shaolin Temple was not a big thing, and all the monks came to congratulate him. If Lu Zhengkang hadn't made it clear that he would not kneel down, the group of bald donkeys would definitely be lying on the ground now.

The monks prepared a good wing room for the Bodhisattva to live in, but Lu Zhengkang chose to settle in the hut next to the Yuejing Pavilion.

The Yuejing Pavilion is a small building for copying and studying scriptures. All believers can enter and leave at will and borrow scriptures.Most of the people who come here are monks and laymen, and ordinary pilgrims generally do not stay in the Yuejing Pavilion.

Lu Zhengkang is also quiet here, with a library atmosphere.

The wooden small building is quite old. After the rain and the wind blow, the varnish on the surface is mottled. When you walk into it, you can smell the decayed bottom smell under the faint sandalwood from the incense burner. This is wood. The mixed smell of, books and dust.

In the early morning, the faint rays of the sun on the overcast sky were thrown into the room through the algae well. It was still sparse, dust was flying in the beam of light, and the rows of bookshelves and small tables were mostly hidden in the darkness.

Lu Zhengkang drew a copy of "Chang Ah Han Sutra" from the shelf, then looked for a desk with adequate light, and opened the chair with both hands and sat down.

At this time, apart from a few monks on duty in the Yuejing Pavilion, no other people were bothering you. It was almost the quietest time of the day.

In this audible environment, the mellow bird cry from the outside world appeared to be loud, there was also the whistling of the breeze passing under the forest house, the gentle wind bell, the clattering of the tag under the eaves, four Moon Qingming and Gu Yu is the time when all things are growing vigorously. Sitting in the house, Lu Zhengkang can still feel heartfelt vitality.

When he read the book, the idlers gradually increased. Although they were very quiet, they surrounded Lu Zhengkang intentionally or unconsciously, all wanting to see the wonderful appearance of the Luyuan Bodhisattva. They were like a group of ancient star chasers who were raised by Lu Zhengkang. The demeanor of the time is so attractive that it can't help it out.

In ancient times, it was uncomfortable for a person to be onlookers to kill Wei Jie. Although Lu Zhengkang only regarded these people as a breeze and bright moon, they destroyed the leisurely atmosphere that he liked very much, and stayed there again. There was no need here, he got up and walked out of the Yuejing Pavilion.

The crowd reluctantly followed him for a while, until several monks who had endured them for a long time came up to intercept him.

"Dear donors, a place where Buddhism is pure, please pay attention to your words and deeds!"

That expression is like a brave fanboy defending the reputation of his idol.

Lu Zhengkang ignored what happened behind him, holding a book in his hand, walking and reading, and left the temple without knowing it.

Several monks gently followed behind him.

Lu Zhengkang's steps are not hurried or slow, but he walks everywhere like walking on the ground, high and low, making the monk who follows him miserable, so he walked for half an hour and waited for Lu Zhengkang to return. Too God, but already standing on the top of Liantian Peak.

Standing here overlooking the four wilds, Lu Zhengkang also felt a little emotional. He erected Mount Sumeru in the Pure Land Pearl. This is because he personally likes mountains. In addition, he also has the idea of ​​honing his mind with the pure land fantasy. This kind of courage of the world, just thinking of putting all the mountains and rivers in his chest.

With his mind together, Nasumi Mountain's divine will was unconsciously stimulated and projected into his spiritual platform. This feeling was so strong that he even had hallucinations. What he saw in front of him was no longer the beautiful scenery of Songshan, but the golden, Shining noble Mount Sumeru.

The mountain is speechless, and there is immeasurable pride in this speechlessness, which is the lofty ambition to penetrate the world.

Lu Zhengkang’s Hunyuan internal strength was overwhelmed by this divine will. In his dantian, he turned into a small Sumeru Mountain. This is the core of his essence and is indestructible. With this mountain suppressing internal energy, his future Skills are almost impossible to dissipate, only accumulate stronger.

Lu Zhengkang was still holding the scriptures in his left hand, so he gently lifted his right palm, very slowly, as if lifting a heavy object.

A terrible force field spreads over him, and within three feet of him, everything, air, sand and rocks have become static, as if they were fixed by violence.

The right palm from the lower abdomen to the eyebrows, every inch his hand rises, the stronger the force field around his body.

The mountain wind keeps bringing the airflow into this force field, but it can only enter, but cannot exit. The air becomes denser and denser, and even begins to twist, and the misty water vapor forms a thick fog.

Lu Zhengkang held his breath and pushed his palm to the sky.

The invisible force field collapsed.

A violent haze rose on the spot.