Chapter 116: The Secret Art of the Dharma Body of the Messenger of the Pure Altar(1/2)
Although Biyou Taixu Shen Ce is not said to have reached the pinnacle, it is also perfect. Unless Zhenren Qingshui comes to the world again and Zhenren Ling Xiao regains the soul, there will be no one in the world who has higher attainments than her.
As for Ji Liao, he only knew the essence of Taixu's Divine Plan and had never practiced it.
The monk who practiced "Jin Chanzi" could not cure his injuries after he returned. He was a promising genius in Buddhism, but now because of his injuries, he can't see the hope of continuing to improve, and he feels resentful.
"Do you want to take revenge?" A voice that could not tell the difference between men and women sounded in the monk's heart.
The monk became alert and said, "Who are you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his heart was bright and he saw only a holy Buddha appearing in his Zen heart.
The monk has not lost his mind. He does not believe that this is a holy Buddha. After all, he has become a Buddha and a saint. How could he ask him such words as "Do you want to take revenge?"
Gods and Buddhas talk about cause and effect, but not about grudges, although the difference is not very big in essence.
At least that's how the monk understood.
The Holy Buddha smiled and said, "Don't you believe me?"
The monk said, "I dare to ask which Buddha you are?"
The Holy Buddha's Way: "Since you don't believe it, why bother ask?"
The monk said coldly: "It seems that you are a demon. You deliberately pretended to be a holy Buddha to deceive me."
His Zen heart gave birth to a great bell and suppressed his heart.
But the Holy Buddha remained motionless.
The monk was secretly frightened. This guy is so amazing.
The Holy Buddha smiled and pointed his finger.
The monk couldn't help but be shocked.
Although it was in his Zen mind, he could not avoid this finger at all.
"The wonderful secret of Dharma body of the messenger of the altar."
The monk gave birth to a wisdom enlightenment. This is actually a superior method of practicing the Dharma body of the Buddha. A small achievement is the golden body of the Arhat. There are many changes, and a great achievement is the realm of the Bodhisattva, which is comparable to the Taoist celestial being.
Moreover, this wisdom was like a enlightenment. After the monk accepted it, it seemed that he had already successfully practiced this magic technique, and there was no doubt in his heart.
The holy Buddha in Zen's heart has disappeared.
Because of wisdom, the monk knew that the magic trick was true.
In addition, his body was injured and painful, so he tried to run the "Miscellaneous Dharma Body Art of the Envoy of the Pure Altar", as if he was born to practice this technique. Once he started, he was like a fish in water.
The surrounding heaven and earth vital energy surged into the body, and the injuries caused by Taixu Shence dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Senior Brother Wuneng, the elder ordered me to give you a plate of Bodhi fruit."
The monk then realized his desire, and stopped exercising his skills and said to the outside: "Come in."
A little novice monk outside the door lowered his head and came in, carrying a plate of Bodhi fruit.
As soon as he entered the school, he smelled a fragrance. The little novice monk had already started practicing, so he realized that Senior Brother Wuneng's Zen room had a strong vitality, which was no worse than the elder's residence.
Then he looked up at Senior Brother Wuneng, "Ah."
The fruit plate in my hand almost became unstable and fell to the ground.
Wuneng frowned and said, "What a fuss."
Because he failed to seduce Biyou, he was slashed away by a palm and was injured. His handsome face turned out to be unrecognizable. So when he saw Xiao Sha Mi losing his composure, he thought he was frightened by his current respect.
Xiaoxia pointed at Wuneng nervously and said, "Senior Brother, your face."
Wuneng said: "The human body is nothing but a stinky skin. What's the point of making a fuss about you?"
The little novice monk put down the fruit plate and took a bronze mirror to Wuneng.
When Wuneng saw it, his expression was shocked. The bruises and swelling on his face had disappeared, but his appearance changed drastically. He used to be extraordinary, but now he has big ears and a pig face.
He said in a daze: "How could this happen?"
Suddenly, the mystery of "The Magic Body of the Messenger of the Altar" flowed in the sea of mind, and finally a Dharma body appeared, but it was a monster with a big belly.
Wu Neng feels like he is being deceived.
It turns out that after the Dharma body is cultivated, it looks like this.
For practitioners, changes in their physical body are definitely a problem of practice.
Originally, Jin Chanzi's lineage was all clever and handsome, but there was never a monster with a pig's head? Wuneng was naturally driven down the mountain.
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Of course, Biyou didn't know that the handsome monk she knocked away had now become an ugly monster.
She was worried about a lot at this moment.
Although she has developed for several years, the talents she has in her hands are very poor.
The territory she occupied was mostly poor and bad water, and she could not count on how many talents she could produce. If she had to do everything herself, although she could still support it at present, she would be able to manage a larger territory in the future, and she would have no strength to catch it.
“Governing the country is like practicing.”
Biyou held the book Ji Liao wrote to her.
Only at this moment can I understand the mystery of this sentence deeply.
Practice is not a matter of one day or one night, and it is the same with governing the country.
"You still have to explain my ideas thoroughly to them. People who have different ideas cannot even be asked for talents. This is like building a foundation for practice. It can change in the future, but the previous foundation will never be wrong."
Biyou made up his mind and was not impatient.
She is a practitioner and there is no problem a hundred years later.
And because of the power of the master, no one dares to touch her openly now.
She already knows how to judge the situation.
"Mr. Master, there are people outside who claim to be our Qingxuan to ask for a visit."
In order to support Biyou's career, Wu Daode and Xu Biyou mobilized Qingxuan's peripheral power in the Western Wilderness. Therefore, Biyou did not start his family in poverty.
However, Qingxuan has limited influence in the Western Wilderness, and the family background of these disciples is also very ordinary.
If not, they would not support Biyou's career.
Biyou's mind moved and explored outside.
The visitor did not have a hidden breath. Biyou saw the visitor clearly and said, "Let him come in."
A person walked into the camp, free and casual, unique.
"Bai Zixu." Biyou said lightly.
Bai Zixu smiled and said, "I didn't expect it was me, did you miss me?"
Biyou said: "You are slick to me again, and I will give you the same gift as last time."
Bai Zixu coughed lightly and said, "The old man asked me to come over. If you hit me, you just won't give the old man face."
"Old man?" Biyou was stunned for a moment, and soon reacted: "You said, uncle, he has been very good lately."
Bai Zixu said: "Of course, he is so comfortable in Qingxuan. I have pity for me, and I am ordered by him all day long."
Biyou said, "Tell me, what did Uncle Master ask you to do?"
Bai Zixu said: "You are short of manpower, the old man asked me to help you."
Biyou said: "What will you do?"
Bai Zixu said confidently: "You can do anything."
Biyou said: "Okay, someone in the camp is going to give birth. You go and help deliver the baby."
Bai Zixu's face turned dark and cursed in his heart: "This girl likes to tease people like an old guy."
He said, "Can you change something else?"
Biyou said, "Please beg me."
Bai Zixu was always shameless and said, "I beg you."
Biyou said: "I would not agree if I ask."
Bai Zixu...
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After Ye Qi suffered three punishments, he went to the South China Sea to build a villa to protect Qingxuan.
He lived an ordinary life as a married woman and had children.
Put the Abi Sword on the shelf.
To be continued...