Resurrection of Shinto

Outside the Golden Temple,

A monk walked slowly.

The monk has a tall nose, a straight waist, a pale yellow monk robe, and his eyes are white, without any black, and a pair of pure white eyes add a three-point weird feeling.

With a hand on his chest, the monk slowly climbed the stone steps and walked into the gate of Jinguang Temple step by step.

From an invisible angle in front of the mountain gate, a faint golden light emerged, like a curtain of water hanging down.

The monk walked to the gate of the mountain and smiled indifferently, as if the breeze was blowing, and walking forward slowly, the water curtain seemed to cease to exist, and the monk walked into the Jinguang Temple.

After passing the mountain gate and the corridor, the white marble railings and the upper ends of the stone steps have two Buddhas, sitting cross-legged, squeezing the beads, smiling vividly.

The roof of the temple is covered with glazed glaze, and there are many Buddhas carved on the roof, which are lifelike.

Muyu's unique voice sounded.

Many monks from Jinguang Temple are sitting cross-legged on the ground. They are doing morning classes.

The monk watched this scene peacefully, looking over the many Jinguang Temple monks and looking at a monk sitting in the middle of the temple.

Puhong Baoxiang is solemn, and the light of wisdom diffuses in the halo from the back of his head, and it continues to spill in the four directions, blessed by the monks of Jinguang Temple.

A strong man who is about to prove the golden body of the Arhat, has great wisdom, does not spare himself, and the light of wisdom is permeated all the time, and the monks of Jinguang Temple will naturally benefit greatly.

Under the subtle influence, the wisdom of the monks of Jinguang Temple is natural, whether they are practicing supernatural powers or enlightening Buddhist scriptures, they are far from ordinary people.

Even a stupid person can slowly become an ordinary person until he becomes a genius.

Others, such as prolonging one's life, protecting against all diseases, etc., are just incidental capabilities.

Puhong beat Muyu until the end of the morning class. The monks slowly got up and left in front of the temple, and Muyu's voice stopped abruptly.

Puhong turned his back to the door, slowly got up, turned around and looked at a monk outside.

Put your hands together and preach: "It turned out to be Zen Master Bailianzong Wuchen, I don't know what's going on?"

Wu Chen walked forward slowly, walked up to Pu Hong, and preached calmly: "Everyone is innocent, but he is guilty of his crime."

"The Golden Temple cannot be one of the four Buddhas."

Wu Chen's words are brief, but they are filled with a murderous air, as soft as before.

Puhong nodded slowly and said: "The White Lotus Sect is the head of the 72 sects of Buddhism. It is only under the 36 Pure Land. If one of the Four Buddhas enters the world of the world, the Jinguang Temple is not qualified to abdicate."

Wu Chen's solemn expression could not help but give birth to a gentle, gentle preaching: "Puhong, you have this heart, and the poor monk will not be embarrassed. You can enter the line of my white lotus sect. With Puhong's qualifications, you will become an Arhat. It’s not difficult to get a golden body. In the future, you can be Venerable Bailian."

Puhong shook his head slightly, and rejected Wu Chen's preaching: "Master Wu Chen misunderstood. I am not qualified to continue to be the Four Buddhas at Jinguang Temple, but I have to enter the White Lotus Sect."

"My founder of the Jinguang Temple is a monk at the White Horse Temple. I traveled in the past years. When I saw the Reclining Buddha in Yinghuazhou, I felt that I found the Jinguang Temple. Now Jinguang Temple can no longer be the Four Buddhas, and I will return to the White Horse Temple."

Puhong looked at Wu Chen calmly, and continued to preach in a flat tone: "Jingguang Temple returns to the White Horse Temple. The qualifications left by Jinguang Temple can be taken away by Zen Master Wuchen."

Wu Chen's pure white eyes showed a slight luster, but there was no other movement.

The White Lotus Sect is the leader of the 72 Sects, and even the 36 Pure Lands are completely fearless.

Now the aura of heaven and earth in the human world is Xuanxian, and the world of fragments of heaven and earth outside is only earth immortal. Although the White Lotus Sect has never had a heavenly immortal and opened up a pure land, at this stage, with many earth immortals, even the glory of the 36th pure land will be taken by the White Lotus Sect. cover.

But Baima Temple is different. This place is the place where the Buddha preached, and the first temple to teach Buddhism.

The White Horse Temple and the Lingjiu Temple are not to be provoke objects. In the world without gods, even if the White Horse Temple swells, it would not dare to provoke the two ancestral realms.

Wu Chen whispered: "Amitabha!"

Can't afford to provoke, can't provoke, can't provoke.

Puhong Baoxiang was solemn and slowly spoke: "Today is the last morning class at Jinguang Temple. In the afternoon, Jinguang Temple will leave for the White Horse Temple."

Wu Chen slowly turned around and walked slowly down the mountain.

This time, the Jinguang Temple and his party, although not complete, failed to classify Jinguang Temple into the White Lotus Sect, but the goal is to have achieved one of the four Buddhas.

Puhong watched Wu Chen's back until he disappeared.

The old monk of Guangyuan walked out from the back of the temple and walked to Puhong's side step by step. He caringly preached: "The Jinguang Temple returns to the White Horse Temple. This is the general trend, and it cannot be changed by oneself."

"Puhong, go with the old monk."

Puhong shook his head and refused to preach: "Since the spiritual energy of the world has recovered, the nine realms and the eight Buddhas, and then the five realms and four Buddhas, have changed and changed again. I am conscientious and conscientious for the Jinguang Temple. I dare not be half-hearted. What I am afraid of is the foundation of the patriarch. I waited for the hands of ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but to this day, the Golden Light Temple, which was created by the patriarch, has died in the hands of me. No matter what the reason is, this is an established fact."

"You don't need to persuade you to leave the Jinguang Temple and be a wandering monk. This is a good thing for me."

Puhong solemnly bowed to the old monk of Guangyuan, and then walked slowly down the mountain.

A faint light of the Buddha was born and wrapped around the body, like a Buddha walking in the world.

It is a robbery, and it is also a time of blessing.

A smile appeared in the solemn expression,

Once freed from the shackles, I knew that I was me. Since then, there is no obstacle to the immortal road, and the road to the sky opens, and you can compete with the ancient fairy Buddha.

Wu Chen, who was not far away, suddenly stopped his steps, and looked at Jinguang Temple with pure white eyes. The mysterious breath broke through the barriers and saw the true self.

What a high level of savvy, there must be a place in the world in the future.

Wu Chen constricted his mind and looked solemn, not dare to underestimate the hero.

The heroes of the world had their own ways. The Emperor Chu ruled the world, condensed the dragon energy, and coerced the world.

Puhong of the Jinguang Temple is guarded by the Jinguang Temple, which is like a tragedy, love first, then release.

Dedicated to maintaining the Golden Temple, life and death without regrets, when one day let go, it will break the shackles and see the true self.

If he can hold on to the Arahant, let it go once, and the accumulated strength is enough for him to become a great Arahant, but the current situation is different.

Soon after, the immeasurable calamity really broke out, the way of heaven was manifested, and the rules were condensed. This was a great opportunity.

With this, Puhong was able to take a leap, first to immortal, and then to attain Dao fruit. He was an Arahant, one of the strongest in the world, and was enough to rewrite the world.

Living alone in the deep mountains for dozens of years, the descent is like a real dragon out of the water and a fierce tiger descending.

Must disturb the world, one of the world's tide.

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