Chapter 727 Jinshan Temple and Lingzhu Curse!

In the ancient and mysterious Jinshan Temple, four bald monks sat under four dilapidated Buddha statues.

They wore faded cassocks and chanted sutras in unison with solemn faces.

However, as the sound of the scriptures echoed in this desolate temple, the atmosphere around became more and more weird.

The candlesticks that were originally burning quietly began to sway constantly, and the flames flickered, as if they could be extinguished by a sudden gust of cold wind at any time.

The whole hall was filled with a creepy evil spirit, and the evil power seemed to be secretly spying on these devout monks who were chanting sutras.

At this time, Master Xuanzang, who was sitting on the cushion in the front, slowly opened his eyes, and his kind face looked particularly solemn under the weak candlelight.

He looked around at the three junior brothers who were sitting upright below him, and said slowly: "The Jinchan Patriarch once said that if you recite the Lingzhu Mantra 200,000 times, your body and mind will be calm and you will win the Three Flame Heavens. If you can recite it 1 million times, you can break the karma of 108 kalpas and get the supreme fruit."

As soon as Master Xuanzang finished speaking, one of the junior brothers couldn't wait to interrupt and said: "A million times, the current Jinshan Temple is like this Lingzhu, it will break at any time!"

Another junior brother also echoed: "If the Patriarch doesn't return to the temple, Jinshan Temple will be like the candle in front of the stage, and it will eventually go out!"

The third junior brother said with a sad face: "Brother, there are only four of us left in Jinshan Temple, why don't you return to the secular world and abandon this Lingzhu Mantra!"

Although the three junior brothers were sitting opposite with a solemn appearance, their hearts had long been exhausted by the torture of poverty.

Driven by desires and demons, their hearts towards Buddhism have gradually wavered.

The three stood in a row, trying to persuade Xuanzang to join them and go along with them.

As the three talked endlessly, the candles that were originally burning quietly in front of the Buddha statue, symbolizing inner peace, seemed to be affected and began to slowly go out one by one.

"What a pity!"

Xuanzang looked at the gradually dimming candlelight in front of him and sighed heavily.

How could he not know the calculations and thoughts in the hearts of these three junior brothers?

All along, he was full of hope to save these three misguided junior brothers from the edge of the cliff, but the reality was so cruel - although the Dharma is profound, it is ultimately difficult to resist the degeneration and sinking of human hearts.

Xuanzang shook his head helplessly and said slowly:

"After years of hard meditation, you still don't follow the way of heaven and don't know how to adapt.

I have always followed the method of the ancestors to teach the temple people, but this lonely temple has become irreversibly dilapidated.

Now that the demons have entered your hearts, you can only use my method and follow my way to clean up Jinshan Temple."

Just as Xuanzang finished speaking, a crisp sound suddenly came from the side of the three people opposite.

Looking closely, it turned out that the Buddhist beads they held tightly in their hands broke at the same moment. Those round and smooth beads were like pearls with broken strings, rolling to the ground with crackling sounds.

And the breaking of the Buddhist beads seemed to mean that the last trace of Buddha's heart in these three people had been completely shattered.

Without the restraint and confinement of the Buddha's heart, the bodies of these three brothers changed amazingly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, they completed the transformation into demons, and each revealed their hideous and terrifying original form.

One of them turned into a dirty-haired lion, opening his bloody mouth, with fangs as sharp as knives, and exuding a foul smell;

Another one spit out a colorful poisonous snake from his mouth, spitting out scarlet tongues, which made people shudder, and turned into a snake-headed human body;

The last one turned into a huge mountain monster, covered with coarse hair, and his face was even more distorted and terrifying.

At the same time, outside the towering gate of Jinshan Temple, densely packed and countless demons were holding steel knives with cold and gleaming blades, and gradually surrounded Jinshan Temple like a tide.

These demons looked ferocious and terrifying, and their predecessors were all monks of Jinshan Temple without exception.

But for some reason, at this moment, they have all turned into extremely vicious demons, and now they all come back to find the last spark to destroy Jinshan Temple. .

Facing the demons that were attacking fiercely from three directions, Master Xuanzang seemed calm and composed.

His body was shining with dazzling spiritual pearls, which were spinning around him like stars.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and recited slowly: "The mantra of the spiritual pearls says: Appearance is born from the heart, and the environment changes with the heart. If the heart is connected to the Buddhas, the pearls can help the path!"

As the mantra sounded in Master Xuanzang's mouth, the spiritual pearls instantly bloomed with more dazzling light and quickly transformed into a nine-ring tin staff with a simple shape and a sacred atmosphere.

Master Xuanzang stretched out his hand and grabbed the tin staff steadily.

In an instant, a vast Buddhist power surged around him, as if forming an indestructible shield.

"The Golden Cicada Patriarch has not returned yet, and the demons in this world are getting stronger.

Now, the time has come... I will no longer choose to remain silent. No matter whether it is friends or enemies waiting for me ahead, I can only kill and fight endlessly to find my own way..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Xuanzang's figure suddenly changed dramatically.

His body suddenly expanded and grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a tens of feet tall, angry Vajra with Buddha light all around him.

This Vajra's eyes were wide open, emitting blazing fire, as if he wanted to burn all the evil in front of him.

Then, he let out a thunderous roar, like a burning meteor, and rushed straight towards the surging demons.

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When the last demon was destroyed under Xuanzang's Buddha light, his eyes, which were originally burning with blazing anger, gradually regained their calmness, replaced by a gentle and calm smile.

He quietly watched the spirits transformed by the demons dissipate like clouds and mist, interweaving into a colorful spiritual essence in the air, like a dream scene.

Then, Xuanzang slowly turned around and walked out of the heavy door of Jinshan Temple with firm steps.

With a low muffled sound, the door closed tightly, as if everything in the past was blocked inside the door.

"The Buddhist teachings in the West... after all, are not the fruit of my quest!"

Xuan Zang murmured softly, with a faint smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

He silently chanted the Lingzhu Mantra while slowly moving forward along the winding road.

At this time, he had already seen through the truth deep in his heart. The true Buddhist teachings were actually always there, hidden in every step he took.