Li Muchan smiled at Qi Er: "How about this donor?"

"Okay, okay!" Everyone shouted loudly, with excited expressions.

Qi Er nodded slowly: "It's indeed amazing. I'm convinced. Please accept me as your disciple, Master!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I see that the donor is very violent and has murderous intentions. Has he violated the precept of killing?"

"Master, there are rogue bandits who came to our town and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble. I can only kill them. It will be regarded as justice for heaven. Is it considered a violation of the killing rule?" Qi Er said unconvinced.

Li Muchan shook his head and said: "Restraining killing is not for others, but for yourself. Once you kill someone, it is inevitable that the demons will attack you when you enter samadhi."

"I'm not afraid of demons." Qi Er hummed.

Li Muchan sighed: "One of these heavenly demons comes from outside the sky, and the other comes from the heart. Once you kill someone, you will plant inner demons, which cannot be avoided. Therefore, Buddhists abstain from killing for the sake of achievement."

"So that's it!" Qi Er suddenly nodded and said, "I thought it was mercy."

Li Muchan smiled slightly: "Compassion and compassion. After practicing Buddhism and reaching a certain level, you will naturally develop compassion, not forced compassion. The precepts are not for compassion, but for practice. The world doesn't know it, and many eminent monks should not reveal this secret.

, I am venting here, hoping that I can cross the river and reach the other side."

"Master, please accept me as your disciple!" Qi Er suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed heavily. His head collided with the green bricks, making a "bang bang" sound. Each time the impact was 10%, his forehead turned blue in the blink of an eye.

No luck.

Li Muchan pondered and smiled: "Well, I think you have a lot of wisdom and a good nature, so I will accept you as a registered disciple."

"Thank you Master!" Qi Er raised his head and was overjoyed: "Disciple Qi Er has met Master!"

"You are my chief disciple, and I give you the Dharma name Jiukong." Li Muchan said warmly, stretched out his palm and gently stroked the top of his head, and the top of his head that had grown a layer of green stubble suddenly became smooth and bright again.

Li Muchan suddenly slapped Baihui with his palm and shouted: "Duh!"

Qi Er immediately formed a mudra with his hands, crossed his legs and sat upright, closing his eyes, like an old monk entering a state of concentration, truly entering a state of concentration.

Li Muchan turned around and smiled at everyone: "All donors, you may wish to sit quietly for a while, and you will receive benefits. Even if you cannot understand the wonders of Buddhism, you can prolong your life."

Everyone was in admiration for him at this time, showing such magical power. They no longer had any doubts. Li Muchan's youth had become his capital. To be able to practice to such a level at such a young age, the method he practiced was naturally exquisite.

Since there is such a wonderful method, it doesn't matter if they are older, maybe they can practice it like him and become Arhats.

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Chapter completed!