Not only Tao Qian, but many warlords, representatives of various provinces, well-known casual practitioners, etc. also went to see the thin ascetic monk on the side of Zizai Temple at this time.

Although most people have already believed that the Mofo Temple should win this competition, and Cheng Luohan not only won this match, but he can even use this to successfully break through the barrier and enter the blissful realm, becoming a true sesame oil arhat 】.

However, there are still a few people who feel that the "Da Yu Zen Master" is allowed to create miracles.

reason?

Although the Zen master has not shown great supernatural powers, his roots are not hard to rely on.

But the means he showed in a hurry, even some strongmen from the big faction couldn't do it.

Such as the bright mirror of the heart of the day, or the Buddhist scriptures compiled now, all of which prove that this ascetic monk is not an ordinary person.

Especially Yuan Gong, who seemed to appreciate this junior very much, at this time he also came over via voice transmission and said:

"Look, this old thief Shibi is about to be plotted against."

"The arrangement he made with Kong Chan is really good. It can help that fat man break into bliss. This Qiantang province has been polluted by the magic and Buddha energy for so many days. It is mostly useless for monks from other families to come here to recite scriptures."

"But this person is different. He is clearly a born Buddha, with a bodhi mind and a pure body. He takes the initiative to purify himself to cultivate the way of life... Well, he must be a person with Su Hui."

"His path is designed to overcome that Cheng Luohan."

It seems to be to confirm what Yuan Gong said.

Zen Master Dayu took the initiative to stand up, with a rare look of anger on his face.

Not for others, but for what Cheng Luohan did.

Staring at the top of the glazed pagoda, Cheng Luohan, who was almost turned into a mummy but whose cultivation was soaring every moment, said directly:

"Cheng Daoyou, this poor monk wrote a volume of "Dry Rong Nirvana Sutra" for you, in order to save you, make you put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha in Nirvana. Dao's fate."

"Now it seems that you can't listen to this scripture."

"You tricked all the people to burn human incense to support yourself. You have to suffer torture and become animals to repay one or two of this evil debt."

"Just look, this poor monk will break your wish of a deceitful Arhat."

After the words fell, Zen Master Dayu made a move immediately.

All the people, including the audience in the seventy-two provinces who were watching this battle, all listened to the Zen master's praise: "All sentient beings have the wisdom and virtues of the Tathagata, but because of delusion and persistence, they can't realize it... all dharma realms are like illusions, All Buddhas are like shadows, Bodhisattvas walk like dreams, and Buddha's teachings are like ringing..."

Following the Chan Master's chanting, in the next moment, oh no, the entire Qiantang Province began to have incredible scenes.

The source is Zen Master Dayu.

The Buddha's light surged on his body, every strand turned into a new Zen Master Dayu.

Doppelgänger?

projection?

In short, hundreds of thousands or even millions of "clones" burst out in an instant, and emerged from the body of Zen Master Dayu.

These avatars, like light smoke, floated to all parts of Qiantang.

The first to be contacted was naturally the provincial capital below.

Millions of residents in the provincial capital also benefited from Cheng Luohan's "sesame oil", and the human fragrance they lit was the strongest.

But at this moment, the Zen masters penetrated into them.

Every resident feels a difference in the neck.

Turning their heads to look, they suddenly saw a gleaming golden sarcoma grow out, and after it exploded, a head exactly the same as their own emerged from the splashing golden pus.

Born with a golden face, it is full of Buddha-nature wisdom.

This scene is both terrifying and weird.

Thousands of double-headed people appeared in the provincial capital of Qiantang in an instant. After the other head came out, the ordinary people followed Zen Master Dayu and began to chant sutras without saying a word.

In an instant, the sound of chanting reached the sky, making the Buddha's light more intense, and more clones emerged from the body of Dayu Zen Master.

One million, two million, three million... densely packed, flying to every city, city, county, town, and village in Qiantang Province.

As soon as everyone could see it, it was the face of Zen Master Dayu.

Everyone, including Tao Qian inside.

Now they are all stunned, dumbfounded, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Did the good Zen master have great supernatural powers? What is this?

The method of avatar is nothing, and many monks have practiced similar methods.

But at most it is one or two, a little more, tens or hundreds.

Or like Tao Qian, who can easily summon a "substitute demon", which is more perfect without flaws.

Could there be hundreds of tens of millions of clones?

Tao Qian doubted that even monks in the Dao Transformation Realm might not be able to do it.

Although Duke Yuan in his arms had expected it, he was still surprised at this moment:

"Good monk, it's really amazing."

"It's the first time I've seen such a supernatural method. It must be created by him."

"Boy, don't doubt it."

"This monk must have a previous life, and he was a great monk, but since he doesn't want to enter the Zizai Temple, he probably didn't come from a Buddhist temple. In his previous life, he must have been an idle Buddhist practitioner who accumulated merits and virtues for a lifetime. , to practice this inconceivable way of saving the world."

"If you have a chance, you can try to win him over. With your human luck and your accumulated achievements, as long as you vent your roots, this monk will worship you if you don't say it is a bow, and he will have to have **** with you." Good relationship."

"The best of both worlds, each has its own benefits."

Just as Yuan Gong finished speaking, suddenly the sound of chanting resounding through the sky faltered.

Everyone looked down and finally understood why Zen Master Dayu was confident that he could break Cheng Luohan's great wish of burning incense.

To them, the sound of chanting sutras full of Buddha's rhyme seems to be a kind of torture to the ears of millions of city residents.

No matter men, women, young or old, all tried to prevent the "other self" from chanting sutras.

Some people covered their ears with their hands, some gagged their mouths with their hands, some beat and tore... some were even more vicious, they simply took weapons and forcefully wanted to chop off the head.

Unfortunately, these are useless.

The chanting head can actually run.

So they can only howl and howl:

"Stop reading!"

"Please, stop reading."

"Shut up, I told you to shut up."

"I killed you, I killed you."

"Ahhh...it hurts so much, please shut up, I can't take it anymore."

As far as the eye can see, millions of people are crying.

Weeping and rolling in the dust, some even tried to self-mutilate to end the torture.

But soon, there was another change.

Some people were in extreme pain, their complexions suddenly flushed, and they turned over immediately and vomited.

Incomparably dirty pieces of meat, grease, and all kinds of filth representing desire came out mixed together, like a small waterfall, pouring down.

Accompanied by the sound of vomiting one after another, the provincial capital of Qiantang, which was originally filled with Buddha's light like a pure land of bliss, turned into a filthy country in the blink of an eye.

It's like a mountain of garbage, a rotten city.

The stench is so smoky that it makes people want to vomit.

This scene made Tao Qian's eyes brighten, and he realized clearly in his heart:

"This should be some kind of secret method of detoxification. For ordinary people of the human race, sesame oil and magic Buddha's energy are addictive drugs like smoke."

"As long as the drug addiction in their bodies can be solved, they can wake up, and the power of vows disappears, and the fragrance of people will naturally go out."

"This is the right symptom, it really is an eminent monk."

"Anyone can figure out the key points, but it is not something ordinary people can do to relieve the drug addiction of tens of millions of people at once."

"Zen Master Dayu is indeed extraordinary, but... what is the price?"

When Tao Qian was amazed, he also thought of something at the same time.

Immediately raised his head and looked at Zen Master Dayu.

As soon as the congenital vision was opened, Tao Qian only felt that his eyes were filled with extremely hot Buddha light.

That Zen Master Dayu, at this moment, has no human appearance.

The whole person seems to have turned into a incense candle and Buddha lamp that is burning crazily.

The body and soul with pure Buddha nature are being consumed violently as the sound of chanting sutras resounds.

The flames of the lamp instantly made Tao Qian feel the burning pain, and golden tears kept dripping from the corners of his eyes.

At the same time, a series of records burst out in my mind:

Peeping at Zen Master Dayu’s Dingguang Dharma…]

In his previous life, Zen Master Dayu was a hermit Buddha who practiced "Dingguang Arhat". This is the second life of Buddha Dharma. When he was young, he avoided the invitation of Zizai Temple because of Jue Suhui. When he came to Qiantang, he knew that he would die in the catastrophe. 】

It has ignited its own "fixed light Dharma image", turned into a Buddha lamp and burned it out, in order to pay the price of forcibly detoxifying drug addiction of tens of millions of people. 】

When Tao Qian saw this, his complexion changed immediately.

It was also at this moment that a new anecdote was born: because of the imminent sitting down, and because of the compatibility of Buddha-nature... Zen Master Dayu wants to pass on to you half a volume of unnamed Buddhist scriptures. 】

When Tao Qian saw this annals, he also met the eyes of Zen Master Dayu.

Earlier, Yuan Gong was still saying that maybe he could win him over.

Unexpectedly, the two met eyes.

It's a pity that the Zen master is about to die, so I'm afraid it won't work.

Zen Master Dayu is worthy of being a generation of eminent monks with great roots. Tao Qian took a sneak peek and was immediately discovered.

He was obviously using supernatural powers to fight Cheng Luohan.

But still distracted, the voice sounded in Tao Qian's mind inexplicably:

"Little monk, who are you?"

"I see that you have complex qi mechanisms in your body, and each path has an extraordinary origin. Little friend Shenxiu said that you came from the South China Sea. I have also been there, but I have no predestined relationship, and I have never met you as a master or disciple."

"That Chan Master Qingjing doesn't know what to do, but although you have a lot of Buddhist treasures in your body, you have never practiced any Buddhist scriptures."

The voice of Zen Master Dayu was exactly as Tao Qian expected.

Gentle and soft, quiet and distant.

Just by hearing his voice, one can tell that this is a very good senior monk.

Tao Qian couldn't detect the slightest malice in these few words that questioned his identity.

Sure enough, he heard the Zen master's voice change again:

"It's so good."

"If you have studied the Buddhist scriptures next to it, it will not be beautiful. The poor monk has half a volume of Buddhist scriptures here, because they have not been finished, so they are unknown."

"The poor monk is about to die, and I want to pass on this scripture to you, are you willing to accept it?"

"The poor monk has never lied to anyone in his life, and he must not break the precept even in death, so he wants to tell you the price."

"If you accept the large volume of Buddhist scriptures written by the poor monk in his past and present lives, it also means that you have a karmic connection with the poor monk. Don't look at the poor monk's appearance of indifference to the world, but in fact you will be in a lot of trouble. In the future It will inevitably stick to you, and you may not be able to handle it."

"Of course, there are some advantages."

"It's not that the poor monk is boasting. My half volume of Buddhist scriptures, even in big temples such as the Great Zhuanlun Temple and the Great Freedom Temple, is also a first-class Dharma door."

"You got it, you may be able to establish a pulse in the future."

…

Ordinarily, with Master Tao's cautious temperament in the past, and his lack of interest in Buddhist exercises.

Faced with this scene, it is time to refuse.

But inexplicably, his heart was moved. He looked at the provincial capital where millions of people were vomiting, and at the avatar of the Zen master who was still flying around Qiantang, and a strange feeling came to his mind.

From the bottom of Tao Qian's heart, a voice sounded:

"Willing to accept!"

"It's not because the disciples are greedy for big books, it's just that the disciples feel it."

"This sutra is destined for me."

This thought was passed on, and Tao Qian's eyes, which were still streaming with golden tears, immediately reflected the change in Zen Master Dayu's face.

He was startled at first, and then smiled, as if he had guessed something.

In Tao Qian's heart, the gentle and eminent monk's voice sounded again.

But it's not to reveal his identity, but very direct, with a secret method that Tao Qian can't understand.

A half-volume of extremely complicated and huge Buddhist scriptures with incredible Buddhist principles was forced into Tao Qian's mind.

With Tao Qian's spiritual treasure body and cultivation level at this time, he felt his head swelled and almost exploded for a moment.

He didn't have time to read more annals that erupted, and suddenly heard the voice of Zen Master Dayu explaining the funeral:

"The poor monk has already determined that the trip to Qiantang will make this world complete. The poor monk will be turned into a disaster. The scriptures written in this world can also be found and passed on to you."

"You and I don't have the fate of master and apprentice, but we have the fate of passing on the lamp."

"The poor monk was a little worried at first, but if because of my help, Qiantang Province was acquired by the Dazizai Temple, it would definitely be a worry."

"Now that I have seen you two, master and apprentice, I can let go of this worry."

"You can't get the Mofo Temple, and you can't get the Zizai Temple. It's very good, very good. The theory of the Buddha's country is very absurd, so it should be discarded."

"When the poor monk is reincarnated, the time is right~ lightnovelpub.net~ I will go find you again and pass on the remaining half volume of Buddhist scriptures to you..."

Tao Qian endured the swelling of his head and was trying his best to think about the amount of information contained in the last words of Zen Master Dayu.

In the arena, this world-saving fight that surprised everyone has also come to an end.

Everyone can clearly see:

First in the provincial capital, as millions of people vomited out the pollution in their bodies, the scents of human beings were naturally extinguished.

Then in Qiantang Province, other cities and counties, the same scene continued to be staged.

Originally as many as "tens of millions" of human incense, crazily extinguished.

During the process, Cheng Luohan naturally tried to stop it, and even Shibi Luohan also tried to make a secret move.

It's a pity that it can't affect the Buddhist secret method accumulated by Zen Master Dayu in the past two lives, which has never appeared before.

Along with the sound of chanting and vomiting, it resounded throughout Qiantang Province, almost every corner.

Everyone knew who the loser was, Cheng Luohan, he lost.

The lord of the earthly Buddhist kingdom who had become a "mummy" was sitting slumped in the bone-glazed pagoda at the moment, looking at Zen Master Dayu with a look of extreme resentment.

The latter turned into a Buddha lamp that illuminates the sky and the whole province of Qiantang.

The blazing light of the Buddha directly blinded Cheng Luohan.

Blood and tears flowed sideways, and the oil ran out and the lamp dried up.

But even so, he was still crying and cursing:

"Who are you, dead bald man? What enmity do I have with you? Why do you treat me like this?"

"Why, why did you destroy my path, why?"

The dignified lord of the country is now like a shrew cursing the street, completely losing the majesty before.

But whether the warlords in the arena or the rest of the audience, they all know how he feels at this moment.

Elysium!

It was like this, it was ruined by an unknown ascetic monk, and no one would be able to let it go.