Legend of the Great Saint

On the Great Buddha Mountain, the bell rings and a round of Buddha's light rises. Among them, the Buddha's Buddha's Bodhisattva is hidden, and the Heavenly Girl's Coffee Blue dances, reciting the voice of Zen, can be heard for thousands of miles.

The monks of Tianlong Zen Court all joined their hands in the direction of Daxiong Bao Palace at the top of the mountain and said: "Amitabha Buddha. ”

“The Zen Mind Act! I wonder which disciple has such a blessing?” A middle-aged monk stopped the broom in his hand, envious.

“Brother, don't be envious, we just have to work hard to practice and there will be a day like this.” The young monk next to him persuaded him to look down and clean the leaves, no longer looking around.

“Alas, it's not that easy! ”

Just as the Great Banyan Tree King condenses an intelligent fruit, it takes a lot of energy. Every Zen Mindset in Tianlong Zen Yard also takes 10,000 years of wisdom. The choice of each object is discreet and prudent.

“Qingshan's brother is certainly not the Demon King. ”

In a Zen courtyard, a monk opened his eyes and revealed a comforting smile, then closed his eyes to continue practicing.

In the center of Daxiong Bao Palace, Li Qingshan, under the gaze of Weiwei Buddha statue, set out a less formal sitting, hands on his knees casually, black hair scattered and drooped, bronze face, also has a kind of moist atmosphere.

Suddenly, the Buddha's eyes slightly opened as if they were some, rich golden lips, emitting subtle Zen sounds, instant moments, smallpox, flooding the earth with gold lotus, seemingly authentic.

The smallpox falls in the sea of knowledge, sweeping a round of ripples, ripples meet, and blossoms out of the golden lotus.

Li Qingshan's posture gradually relaxed, and the sophistication changed to a disc knee and sat down. He supported his cheek with one hand. If there was some thought on his face, if there was any enlightenment.

Outside Daxiong Bao's palace, the fearless monk was loose: “He is indeed Buddhist. ”

If the demon king from the magic came to enjoy this Zen Heart Act, he would surely collapse his will, lose control of his magic and lose his life on the spot, but his face did not have a single colour of struggle, and he was frankly exposed to it, to see that he was not the demon king.

“Brother, don't worry!” No angry monks laughed.

“If you were an abbot, you wouldn't be relieved.” The fearless monk said.

Time flies, the sun sets west, and the sky slows. Only the light on the Great Buddha Mountain is more and more inventive. Within a thousand miles, the faithful kneel down in the direction of the Great Buddha Mountain and worship.

All of a sudden, a seven-colored sunshine approached from afar, breaking into this golden sky, falling in front of the mountain gate of Tianlong Zen Yard, turning into a reddish, divinely flying monk, dressed in a golden silk red, decorated with gems, emitting a wonderful glow, holding a nine-ring zen wand in his hand, walking between, dinging as a sound.

“Brother Qibao has arrived and has been greeted with distances. ”

With a blast, the mountain gate opened wide, and the door of the mountain road opened for the second time, the fearless monk greeted himself out, his hands were closed ten times, and a gift was made.

“Brother Dauntless, it has been a hundred and thirty years since you succeeded the abbot of Tianlong Zen Court!” The Seven Treasures Monks returned a gift, with a smile on their lips and a flash of death.

“Please!” The fearless monk lifted his sleeve, and the second monk came to the top of the mountain side by side to meet the fearless monk.

“Today, unfortunately, Daxiong Bao Palace was occupied. Please ask your brother to sit in the temple.” The fearless monk said.

“Who listens to the Zen Mindset in it?” The Seven Treasures monk pointed to the Great Male Palace, where the gate was closed, and asked.

“A disciple.” The fearless monks, reluctant to speak much, look at the unwrathful monks, are all wondering about the coming of the seven treasures monks.

The three men came to the seat of the Paradise, and Xiao Shamei brought tea, and King Qibao dipped his lips on it and let it go gently.

“Is this tea not appetizing?” The fearless monk said.

“I am used to drinking Mitsuha Bodhi tea from Ling Guo Temple, and the rest of the tea is always less than a piece of Zen.” Seven Treasures Monk Wang Dao.

“The temple gate is small, there is no better tea. How many pots of good wine can Brother Qibao drink?” Don't be angry, monk. Smile and drink all the tea out of the cup.

“I am not angry, but my brother is the same as in the past. Though there is a lot less killing, the smell of alcohol and meat is getting stronger. Although Zen Buddhism is not a ritual, this Buddhist commandment is still to be observed. Otherwise, how can you be an example to the world?” Qibao Monk Wang frowned slightly.

“Only Brother Seven Treasures is responsible for this great task of exemplary conduct, as foolish as I can only hope for.” Don't be angry, monk.

When King Qibao heard the irony, he smiled slightly: "I advise my brother not to be too rude today. ”

Without anger, the monk raised his eyebrows and was eager to speak. The fearless monk asked: "Nothing to climb the Sanbao Palace, my brother is not statically in Longzhou, why did you come to Qingzhou? ”

“This is about not angry brother, do you have a disciple named Li Qingshan?” The Seven Treasures Monks asked.

I'm not angry with the monk. “Nice! ”

“Seven days ago, the Third Prince of Daxia went to court to celebrate the book, saying that Li Qingshan practiced magic kung fu and transformed himself into a demon king, and became a magic dog. My Dalingguo Temple has the responsibility to monitor the monks in the world. On the orders of the Master of the Left, he came to investigate. I don't know where Li Qingshan is now. Let him come out and see me! ”

Qibao Monk Wang faintly, but has an unquestionable smell. He has always regarded this day Dragon Zen Court as his own backyard. He recalls the descriptions and promises of Qingqing before his trip, and he has become more and more confident.

Being destroyed by Li Qingshan, Qingqing finally found a new body, and spent a lot of time with the divine soul, but it was also inevitable that the repair would be greatly damaged. His hatred for Li Qingshan was deep in the sea.

Originally destroyed as a prince, almost trapped in the place of death was enough to make the imperial court angry, but he and Li Qingshan duel fairly, and he proposed to fight to the death. If it was a disaster in this regard, it would be self-humiliating and only a laughingstock, so come up with this method.

The fearless monk frowned, and it turns out that the visitor was unkind.

The name of Ling Guo Temple refers to the first temple in the heavens, the head of the Buddhist monastery in Kyushu, and the abbot of Ling Guo Temple presides over one of the two great statesmen in the great summer. Even if the abbots of Tianlong Zen Court inherit alternately, they should report to the Ling Guo Temple for permission. Although it is just a passing pass, they can also see their authority.

In addition to fame, there is more strength in contrast, and the emperors of the past generations still dare to make fearless monks small, even today, when the summer falls.

“Bastard!” No angry monks shouting.

“What did you say?” The Seven Treasures Monks revealed their colour.

“Brother Qibao, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about celebrating this kid, he failed in the duel, he didn't want to practise hard, instead he insulted my disciple is the Demon King, what a disgrace to the royal family! ”

“I, Tianlong Zen Yard, have the secret law" The Magic Book of the Town ", it may look a little like magic, but it is the real Buddhist Gong. This is the Gong I cultivate. Am I also the Demon King? ”

Without anger, the monk said, exhibiting the "Magic of the Town", exuded a rolling magic, but it had its own Buddhist character.