Master Kongwen's eyes were empty, and blood was still oozing out of his ears. The smile on his face was not enough. He was suffering and smiling. He should have been the Buddha's suffering, but Monk Kongwen seemed to be the appearance of a demonic obstacle.

Then after smiling, he hugged his head in a panic-looking face, as if he was avoiding something.

He hid next to the Buddha statue, held the Buddha statue, and refused to leave.

"The god...the god...don't come...you don't come!!"

The monks in the temple who were originally solemn in treasure are now bleeding from their seven orifices.

Next to it is the Gilded Compassionate Buddha.

"The abbot wanted to bite off his tongue before, but fortunately we discovered it in time, so it didn't happen." Master Faneng sighed and said, "I don't know why the abbot became like this. It was obvious that after it was said, it was a cause and effect, but it became like this when it came back."

Master Faneng secretly shed tears and felt sad. He is Master Kongwen’s nephew. He has been with him since childhood and has a deep relationship.

"Is it... the gods come? Is the gods come!?"

"I'm wrong, I'm really wrong. This is my karma. I shouldn't help the evil people suppress the debts, I shouldn't..."

Master Kongwen was so crazy that he knelt down.

"Immortal, what kind of god?" Bai He said in confusion, and it was also terrifying to see the master of Buddhism who was so profound.

"Didn't you say that gods don't exist?" Wang Haiqiang couldn't help asking.

Baihe paused and said, "This is just our modern research. For those of you who have inherited the tradition, the immortals and gods are a mysterious, terrifying, and terrifying creatures. Below the immortals and gods are all ants. One idea of ​​theirs can make mortals crazy and lose their minds... and one idea can also make mortals obtain magic power and spiritual power."

"But these are just legends, and our organization is still studying this."

After explaining to Wang Haiqiang, Baihe released his talisman man and planned to use the talisman paper man to investigate Master Kongwen.

At this time, Master Kongwen, who was in a state of excitement, was stunned, blind, deaf, but still had spiritual consciousness. He felt the pure and righteous magic power belonging to the Taoist sect.

Yes, it is the magic power of the Taoist sect.

He recalled the horror he experienced that day, the Taoist immortal riding a tiger under the setting sun and the moon.

It is the magic power of the Taoist sect! It is the immortal god of that Taoist sect. He is really here to find me. He is coming to take me away!

No, no, I must not let that Taoist immortal take me away...

However, Master Kongwen, who was crazy at this time, was a little more awake because of this magic power. After realizing that the immortal might have caught up, he turned around and folded his hands at the Buddha statue in gold and silver behind him, begging for mercy.

"My Buddha is merciful. The little monk's sins are unforgivable and his sins cannot escape. He is willing to suffer the pain of the red lotus burning body under the eighteen levels of hell."

As he said that, Monk Kongwen began to pray to the Buddha statue and recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

In front of Baihe and Wang Haiqiang, he told the sins he committed back then and everything he did in Shuimeng Mountain Village.

Because of greed, desire arises.

The result is karma to the reward body.

Under the appearance of a monk, there is a greedy mind.

After hearing this, Wang Haiqiang was disgusted. It turned out that the "eminent monk" who suppressed those innocent souls was the dirty crazy monk in front of him!

Can such a person still be regarded as a monk with the "six pure senses"?

There is no such thing as profound Buddhism, there is only an ugly ordinary person.

Only Baihe was still calm. After listening to Master Kongwen’s remarks, he said, “I told you that practitioners are also human beings, and they also have seven emotions and six desires. Do you think that if you have magic power to practice, he is a monk? Not..."

"What is the Buddhist teachings of the gray-clothed monk who just swept the floor outside? If there is a Taoist monk, he is considered a master of Buddhism, but he has no magic power on him, and the Furen has no reaction to him. Then, compared with this Master Kongwen, does the gray-clothed monk just now look more like a master? If the magic power is divided according to the level of Buddhism, the gray-clothed monk just now should obviously be a great master."

If you don’t be happy with things, you won’t be sad by yourself, the temple is in your heart.

The monk who swept the floor just now did meet Wang Haiqiang's idea of ​​"master", rather than a greedy villain who showed his ugly appearance like now.

"Why does this kind of person have magic power, but that person just now has no more..."

"So, the magic power of a practitioner is magic power, which does not mean whether his six senses are pure as a monk. A supreme and lewd monk may also be a person with high magic power." Baihe said lightly: "We have not studied much about the magic power cultivation. We can only know that it is much more difficult for mortals to obtain magic power in this era than before..."

At this time, Wang Haiqiang asked again.

"He prayed so much, and the gods and Buddhas could hear him?"

"I don't know." Baihe suddenly thought of a case that he had investigated in the past, which was worshipped by the evil Buddha in Southeast Asia. He once remembered that person said that there are still real gods and Buddhas in this world.

That case was very bad, and it was harsh and fast, and the testimony I mentioned was not traced back much.

From the memories, Baihe carried his hands on his back and shook his head: "The only thing that can be confirmed is that the gods they prayed for no longer exist. If they had existed, Luofu Mountain and Shaolin Temple would have been everywhere."

However, at this moment, the Buddha in front of him suddenly shone brightly, and the golden Buddha light spread throughout the Zen room.

This scene shocked Master Fa Neng, Wang Haiqiang, and even Bai He a little unexpectedly.

Baihe was even more shocked and was slapped in the face on the spot.

The Buddha's light shines from this golden Buddha, responding to Master Kongwen's prayer.

The magic power on Master Kongwen involuntarily incited and surged out.

All the magic power he gained from practicing Buddhism in his life poured into the Buddha statue.

This Buddha statue clearly absorbs Kong Wen's magic power, but the Buddha light blooming around him is so compassionate and warm.

"I Buddha is merciful..." Master Kongwen felt the Buddha's light and smiled with a liberation on his face.

"I Buddha is merciful."

"I Buddha...compassion."

The magic power around Master Kongwen came out of his seven orifices, and most of it poured into the mud-womb Buddha statue. The rest turned into golden illusory lotus bloomed. Finally, the golden illusory lotus covered Master Kongwen's body.

A generation of monks from Hanshan Temple, Master Kongwen, died of lotus from seven orifices.

The Buddha statue that responded to Master Kongwen's prayer turned into a gilded mud fetus, and there was no magical and illusory place.

Master Faneng was almost so scared that he peed his pants. He ignored Master Kong Wen's body and ran away in a flash.

Wang Haiqiang reacted without running away, looked at the scene with shock, then turned around and looked at Baihe bitterly and said, "What's the situation?"

Baihe looked at his little talisman.

The talisman paper man is refined by an expert, and it contains spirituality.

The talisman paper man was knelt down and shivering, as if the Buddha's light shone on them.

Baihe looked unchanged, but his heart was turbulent, he said.
Chapter completed!