Chapter 617 Bodhisattva Lowers His Eyebrows

It is approaching early summer, and Bailuzhou is in the rainy season. The rain is always sufficient. In such rainy weather, ordinary people can take a break from their busy schedule, but those literati take advantage of this time to go out of the city and go out for a picnic.

What is the most popular place in Bailuzhou for those scholars? In addition to the buildings preserved from the previous dynasty, Luming Temple is naturally the most popular place.

Luming Temple is the oldest sect in the world. In the world, only the Chixin Temple can be compared with Luming Temple, but to be honest, it is still not as long as Luming Temple.

Luming Temple is located between the mountains away from the river. It has always been low-key. Most of the monks in the temple will never leave the temple after entering the temple.

However, Luming Temple is very tolerant of the people in the world and does not prohibit people from entering it. It even opened a front temple in Luming Temple. Every day, monks preach there and explain Buddhism to pilgrims.

But it was also thanks to these pilgrims. If not, the monks of Luming Temple who were not engaged in production would probably find it difficult to maintain the operation of the temple.

In the drizzle, a group of scholars slowly climbed the mountain. The leader was an old man with white hair and beard, followed by mostly young people. A group of scholars walked and stopped, chanting some poems from time to time, which was extremely elegant.

Many women in luxurious clothes at the bottom of the mountain road also looked ahead a few more times.

Although Luming Temple did not have a rule for pilgrims to donate a certain amount of incense money, most of the pilgrims who came to Luming Temple were actually rich or noble.

In this way, the middle-aged man in black clothes and carrying a peach wood sword looked a little ordinary. Judging from his age, he was about forty years old, but his hair was mixed with black and white, which really made people dare not say anything. But what was even more strange was that this person came to Luming Temple and actually carried a peach wood sword, looking like a Taoist priest in a Taoist temple.

There are countless schools of practice in the world, but in the end, the three religions still occupy the majority. Among these three religions, the differences between the sects are known to everyone. Although Luming Temple and Taoism have never been at odds, when has there ever been a so-called Taoist priest to come to such a Buddhist holy place?

Just when everyone was surprised, the middle-aged man carrying the peach wood sword had arrived at the front gate of the temple. There was no monk to receive him in the temple, but there was a sound of sermons not far away.

The pilgrims coming and going in the temple were also very quiet.

The middle-aged man stood under the eaves, looking at the pagoda in the courtyard, silent.

It is said that after the monks of Luming Temple passed away, there would be a relic, which would be enshrined in the temple by future generations, but it was obviously impossible in this pagoda.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man walked towards the depths of the courtyard, and soon he had arrived at the back door.

There were no pilgrims here, only

a middle-aged monk guarding here.

Seeing the man coming, the middle-aged monk looked up and said with emotion, "What a sharp sword in the world."

A peach wood sword has no edge, so it is naturally not worthy of the word sharp. The middle-aged monk is not talking about the peach wood sword carried by the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man himself.

He stood there, and he was the sharpest sword in the world.

"Master of the Sword Sect, what are you doing in this humble temple?"

The middle-aged monk looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and recognized his identity.

In fact, this is not difficult. The Master of the Sword Sect has occasionally revealed his whereabouts in the world these days. Everyone knows that he is comprehending the sword that does not belong to the world. Although Luming Temple is unwilling to get involved in worldly disputes, it does not mean that it does not know about the major events happening in the world.

The Sword Sect leader looked at the middle-aged monk whose identity was unknown but whose realm must have reached the level of Forget Worry, and said calmly, "I heard that there is a high monk in Luming Temple with an extraordinary realm. I want to meet him and listen to the master's Buddhist teachings." Luming Temple is the oldest sect in the world, and the old monk in the temple may be the longest-lived person in the world. The middle-aged monk smiled and shook his head and said, "The sect master is the sharpest sword in the world, and the temple only meditates and sits in meditation. I'm afraid there is nothing to tell the sect master." The Sword Sect leader's face did not change, and he said calmly, "Please inform me, thank you." The middle-aged monk was unmoved, just standing there looking at the world's sword leader in front of him, the world's number one swordsman. The Sword Sect leader raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged monk. The middle-aged monk's monk robe began to move without wind. The Sword Sect leader said softly, "I'm sorry."

As soon as the words fell, countless sword intentions burst out of his eyes. Within a foot in front of him, dense sword energy quickly accumulated and then suddenly bloomed. The middle-aged monk put his hands together and exclaimed softly. A Bodhisattva Dharma image slowly condensed behind him, but the Dharma image had just condensed and had not yet fully appeared when it suddenly shattered.

It was gone in a flash.

A Dharma image disappeared in an instant.

The middle-aged monk looked ugly, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood. The whole person fell to the ground helplessly, and the Buddhist beads on his chest broke. Countless Buddhist beads fell like pearls and rolled around.

The Sword Sect leader took a step forward, and his figure dissipated. When he condensed again, he had already appeared behind the door and began to walk on the winding bluestone path

Towards the real mountain gate of Luming Temple.

The middle-aged monk sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes fell on a bluestone in front of him, with sword marks interlaced on it, which was the residual power of the sword of the Sword Sect's leader.

Although the middle-aged monk had already stepped into the realm of forgetfulness and was one of the most powerful people in the world, the gap between them was too big when they really faced the world's number one swordsman.

There was a gully between the two of them that was difficult to cross.

In the blink of an eye, you can tell the difference between life and death.

This is the difference between ordinary forgetfulness and the end of forgetfulness.

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The leader of the Sword Sect slowly climbed the mountain. It wasn't that he couldn't move quickly. It was just that when he was going up the mountain, there was a slight sound of preaching from all around the mountain road.

Therefore, he slowed down a few steps, wanting to hear more of the preaching.

But after a few steps, the Sword Sect leader shook his head and continued walking towards the end of the mountain road, where there was the gate of Luming Temple.

However, before the leader of the Sword Sect came to the mountain gate, a figure already appeared on the mountain road.

A skinny old monk appeared in the sight of the Sword Sect leader.

The Sword Sect leader stopped and stopped where he was.

"It seems inappropriate for the sect leader to come uninvited and hurt the monks in our temple."

The old monk spoke slightly, his voice was small, but it sent ripples in the air, like a stone dropped on a calm, mirror-like lake.

The leader of the Sword Sect raised his head and asked, "Who are you, Master?"

The old monk said calmly, "I am crossing the river on the same level."

The leader of the Sword Sect said with emotion, "It turns out to be the abbot master."

As the abbot of Luming Temple, Monk Pingdu's status in the spiritual world is not much different from that of the master of Chixin Temple. After all, one is the leader in Taoism, and the other is the leader of monks in the world, but in terms of his popularity in the world , it can be said that the two are really different.

"I want to meet that old monk."

I am afraid that not many people in this world know the name of the old monk, but a very small number of people know that there is such an old monk in Luming Temple.

"Senior has not been interested in world affairs for many years. If senior has no idea of ​​meeting anyone, then no one can force him to meet."

The old monk Pingdu looked at the master of the Sword Sect in front of him and said calmly, "The sword that the master wants to enlighten is the greatest killing karma in the world. We at Luming Temple only wish for peace in the world, but we really don't want to see this sword come out. So please come back, Sect Master.”

The master of the Sword Sect said calmly, "I have learned swordsmanship for many years, and have devoted my whole life to this sword. Now that the sword is more than half complete, I don't want to waste all my previous efforts.

Today I just want to meet the old man and listen to a few words of Dharma. I hope the abbot will not stop me. "

When the old monk Pingdu heard this, his white eyebrows did not move in the wind, and he smiled and said, "Does the sect master insist on forcing others to do things?"

The leader of the Sword Sect nodded and said, "For this reason, everything can be abandoned with one sword."

The old monk Pingdu was silent for a moment, and said calmly, "Then Rong Laoji asked the sect leader, if the sword is made, who will it strike at?"

The leader of the Sword Sect said, "There are not many people in the world who are worthy of this sword."

The old monk Pingdu continued, "Sect Master, are you confident that you can kill the Demon Emperor with this sword?"

The Sword Sect leader was silent for a long time, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

The old monk Pingdu nodded and said, "Then I understand."

The leader of the Sword Sect raised his head and looked at the old monk Pingdu.

The old monk Pingdu clasped his hands together and said, "I heard that the sect master is the sharpest sword in the world. There are very few things in the world that can stop the power of the sect master's sword. However, I have practiced hard for many years and have some experience. I don't know about the sect master." Can this sword be able to cut through Lao Na’s ordinary body?”

The leader of the Sword Sect smiled and said, "Master Abbot's great Bodhisattva state is probably not an ordinary physical body. But even with the so-called golden body, if he really wants to stop me, he may not be able to stop me."

The old monk Pingdu didn't take it seriously and looked around, "You have to give it a try. The main thing is that the sword can't be completed, so I can show the power of the unfinished sword."

The master of the Sword Sect stopped talking, and just looked at the skinny old monk in front of him silently, with the sword intent constantly rising and dying in his eyes.

The old monk Pingdu's eyes fell on the back of the sword sect master, and he suddenly sighed, "Chixin Guan even took out this ancestral sword. It's really... shameless. Is the sect leader's generation of sword sect willing to be held in the palm of others?"

"I only want that sword. After the sword is completed, the sword will naturally be in my hand."

The leader of the Sword Sect spoke calmly, and then suddenly there was a wind blowing beside him.

Between heaven and earth, sword intent gathered.

The old monk Pingdu clasped his hands together and called out the Buddha's name in a low voice, "Amitabha."

As he read these four words, a dazzling Buddha statue slowly formed behind him.

The Buddha statue emerged slowly, and in an instant it rose dozens of feet, as high as half a mountain.

Suddenly there were several exclamations on the mountain road.

Countless people were so surprised that they were speechless when they saw such a strange scene.

There was a young man in black who happened to be climbing a mountain at this moment. Feeling something in his heart, he raised his head and saw the splendid Buddha statue whose light illuminated the mountains.

The young man stopped and soon noticed the huge Buddha statue. He did not open his eyes at this moment.