Chapter 94: Arhat Dharma
Down the mountain.
Porridge stalls are arranged in a row.
This is not the first or second time that Jinguang Temple has given away porridge to help disaster victims.
The monks were carrying porridge buckets weighing thousands of pounds and running. The refugees saw them and hurriedly avoided them.
The master passed bowls of porridge while reciting scriptures in the porridge stall.
A ragged couple, holding a two or three-year-old child, finally stood at the front of the team.
"Amitabha!"
The master put his hands together, and a ray of Buddha's light fell on the child, and the child who was crying and crying because of hunger suddenly calmed down.
"Good, good, you have the root of Buddha, and you can worship in Jinguang Temple to practice in the future."
The couple was overjoyed when they heard this, and they knelt on the ground again and again.
The refugees around them were envious when they heard this. If one person worships in Jinguang Temple, the whole family will enjoy the happiness.
There is no need to pay rent for the Buddhist land rented for cultivation. If you are successful in practicing Buddhism, you will become a wealthy family in a few years.
The couple held the child and stood beside the master, already treating their family as members of the Jinguang Temple.
The master smiled and said that there were at least 800 methods to tame the ignorant people in the temple.
This trick was the most commonly used. The child had average qualifications and was not much different from ordinary people. He could only be a lower-level monk in the temple. By announcing this in front of the refugees, he could gain many believers.
The White Lotus Demon was causing chaos in the place, but it was not all bad as long as it did not affect the inheritance of Buddhism.
"Huh? Why did it suddenly get dark?"
The master felt that the sky suddenly dimmed and was puzzled. He had clearly asked the city god and it was sunny today.
"Master, do you think I can be admitted to the Jinguang Temple?"
The speaker was a man with a dirty face. He opened his mouth and revealed two rows of yellow teeth.
The master smiled and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! The donor has such a heart, and has a predestined relationship with my Buddha. He is also a Buddhist disciple if he recites scriptures and practices at home!"
"What a pity, what a pity, I don't believe in this Buddha."
The man pointed to the golden Buddha that was more than ten feet high and smiled: "This Buddha is dead, and the Buddha I believe in is alive."
"All the Buddhas in the world are my Buddha. I wonder which Bodhisattva the donor worships?"
The master frowned slightly, and the first thing he thought of was which branch of Buddhism crossed the border and came to Bodhi County to promote Buddhism.
In the big Buddhist sect, Jinguang Temple is the leader of the Vinaya School. The Zen School that is on par with it is in the desert of Western Xinjiang, and the Pure Land School and the Dharma School have declined.
"I believe in the White Lotus Buddha!"
When the man spoke, white light shot out from his eyes.
"White Lotus..."
The master was horrified, and before he finished speaking, two big holes broke out in his chest.
The man tore his sleeves, with white silk tied to his shoulders, and shouted loudly: "No birth, no death, the White Lotus is born!"
"The White Lotus is born!"
"The White Lotus is born!"
"..."
The voices rose and fell, gradually forming a chain, creating chaos among the refugees.
The White Lotus monsters were not strong, most of them were in the lower third rank, or even farmhands who were not in the rank, relying on their ferocity and brutality to kill at will.
There were dark clouds in the sky, and the refugees could not understand their horror.
The White Lotus monster was the most terrifying monster, and they did not even dare to resist, and fled to the mountains in a mess.
The people of Bodhi County had only one idea, to go up the mountain, and only the monks of Jinguang Temple could suppress the White Lotus monster.
Thousands of White Lotus followers drove hundreds of thousands of refugees to defeat.
"Bold!"
The monks of Jinguang Temple reacted, threw down the porridge bucket, waved the sword, Zen stick, convenient shovel and other weapons, and killed the White Lotus monster.
"Hehehe, your opponent is me!"
The ground suddenly softened, and the demon, which was made entirely of mud, swallowed the monk into its stomach.
The monk fell into the stomach, and the human figure could be seen struggling outside. After a while, the human figure became smaller and smaller, and finally digested completely.
Another place.
The bloated refugee rolled on the ground and turned into a black pig the size of a house.
Grunting——
The black pig rolled on the ground, crushing countless people to death.
The mage performed the Dharma, and a golden light hit the black pig, creating layers of fat ripples and dissolving the spell.
The black pig exerted force on its four hooves, ran wildly towards the mage, and crushed a bloody road in the refugee group.
Two fangs several feet long flashed with mysterious light, penetrated the mage's shield, picked up and threw it out and smashed it into meat paste.
"Waste! Waste!"
The demon with twisted goat horns on his head opened his mouth and sucked, and the monk's soul fell into his mouth.
"Great!"
While speaking, he looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and laughed strangely.
"With this big man in front, we will eat all the monks of Jinguang Temple today!"
The refugees still had hope of survival a moment ago, but in a moment, they suffered heavy casualties, and the porridge shed at the foot of the mountain became a slaughterhouse.
The blood dyed the ground red, and the grass and trees will surely grow vigorously next year.
The wailing reached the sky, and the demon fairy sitting in the cloud seemed to smile.
The White Lotus Sect members and the demons of the Heavenly Demon League were like hungry wolves chasing sheep, driving the sheep to flee to the mountain.
The top of the mountain.
Zhou Yi looked at the chaos at the foot of the mountain, his face as cold as ice.
"How could the Heavenly Demon League appear?"
"My lord, I really didn't lie to you!"
Song Yu was terrified and kept begging for mercy: "The deputy leader sent a message, asking them to make trouble in the villages and towns to attract the masters of Jinguang Temple to come down the mountain..."
Zhou Yi was too lazy to listen to the explanation, and gently pinched it, and Song Yu's soul bead shattered.
Get a Soul-asking Talisman!
The demon atlas brought back memories. Song Yu did not lie. It was the vice leader of the Heavenly Demon Alliance who lied to him.
“Maybe it’s because of the demon in my heart, or maybe it’s Luo Yuanzheng…”
Zhou Yi looked at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, blocking the sun and the sky, controlling the power of heaven and earth.
Demon Fairy!
Dong! Dong! Dong...
Nine consecutive bell sounds spread throughout the Jinguang Temple.
The monks in the temple were very knowledgeable and recognized that the demon was the legendary demon fairy.
Abbot Wuchen had a sad face and clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha!"
The other monks gathered behind Wuchen. With the demon fairy in front of them, there was no way they could escape.
Only by gathering together could they have a chance of survival.
"Quickly close the mountain gate and activate the Arhat Demon Subduing Formation. We must not let the foundation of Buddhism be destroyed!"
After a moment, the infinite Buddha light enveloped it and turned into an Arhat Dharma image that suppressed the world.
The Arhat Demon Subduing Formation is the root of the immortal inheritance of the Jinguang Temple and is well-known in Dagan.
It is said that it was arranged by the founder of the Jinguang Temple to accumulate the incense and thoughts of the believers and condense the Arhat Dharma image.
In the past 2,500 years, the Arhat Demon Subduing Formation has been opened twice and a half. The first time was when the Great Ancestor Dagan swept across Yunzhou, and the second time was when Emperor Guangming suppressed Buddhist and Taoist demons.
The remaining half time was when the current emperor forcibly collected taxes on immortals and confronted the Jinguang Temple with a large army, but did not really attack the mountain gate.
The Arhat Dharma Image will consume a huge amount of incense and mental power, and it will only be opened when the family is destroyed!
Standing on the mountains and the sky above his head, the Arhat Dharma Image, with infinite Buddha light and supreme power, slapped the demon cloud with one palm.
"Don't move the old bald donkey, but leave some things... Unfortunately, it's just a show!"
Liu Hengmei looked at it with interest for a moment, and his lower body turned into a white-scaled snake tail that reached the sky and swept across the Arhat Dharma Image.
The void twisted and shook, and the Arhat Dharma Image's golden body had a few cracks, and then the Buddha light flowed and recovered as before.
However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Arhat Dharma Image was far from being a match for the demon immortals.
Zhou Yi looked at the monks in the temple. From the monks presiding over the temple to the novice monks sweeping the courtyard, they were all meditating and chanting to provide Buddha power for the Arhat Dharma Image.
"You didn't show up when the celebration started, and you didn't show up when the temple was destroyed. Master Fahai, what are you doing?"