I woke up instantly.

This scene is so terrifying!

Li Qingshan looked at the young monk with red lips and white teeth on the stage in a dumbfounded state, and couldn't help but rub his eyes: "I'm really drunk too much, but I actually saw Brother Gu?"

A wave broke out in Li Qingshan's heart. Although the monk had no hair and was wearing white clothes, his appearance was exactly the same as his elder brother Gu.

However, unlike Brother Gu's domineering and indifferent nature, this monk is elegant and has a gentle expression.

It's really like a monk.

Xiao An was also a little curious and looked along Li Qingshan's gaze.

I saw a young monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe sitting upright on the Buddhist altar.

The monk had a slender figure, red lips and white teeth, and could not sit upright like a mountain, but he had a calm and peaceful aura on his body.

Like the bright moon in the sky, noble and vast, as dazzling as the sun, people unconsciously set their eyes on him.

"Aoyama, do you know this master?"

Xiao An hesitated for a moment and asked.

She practiced the path of white bones and was originally a Buddha's enemy, but now she felt like she couldn't help but want to get close to her when she saw this young monk.

"Yeah, I know, I know."

Li Qingshan was still a little dazed and wanted to shout, but he felt a little disbelief.

You know, the last time he saw his elder brother Gu take action to fight against Buddhism, and he fought with Duobao Tathagata and vomited blood and ran away. The five Ming kings all knew about life and death.

Why did he become a monk at this moment?

"This is the only great master in the Tang Empire who was recognized by the monarchs and ministers of the Tang Dynasty, the Three Burial Master, commonly known as Gu Xuanshang!"

"It makes people feel refreshed and can't feel distracted. It's true that he is a great monk and a great master!"

"The 36-way water and land conference is up to him."

Of course, Li Qingshan and the other two came to watch the Waterway Dock around, and there were many people who knew the inside story talking to each other.

Li Qingshan listened carefully and had already confirmed the identity of the person on the stage in his heart.

However, what puzzled him was, what did this elder brother Gu want to do?

Could it be that he wants to go to the West to seek scriptures?

He was curious and wanted to go on stage at this time. He asked him clearly, but he didn't dare to go up, for fear of disrupting his plan.

"Looking at the green mountains, I feel that the Buddha's power is gathering and a great monk will come."

Xiao An pinched Li Qingshan's palm and whispered.

She has practiced the path of beauty and white bones to an extremely high level, and even the former White Bone Bodhisattva could not surpass her current state.

The sensitivity to the aura of Buddhism is still above Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan nodded and pulled Xiao An to find a restaurant with the right view around, waiting quietly.

Time flies, and another 49 days have passed.

Within these forty-nine days, there were more monks and Taoists in the water and land temple, and the sounds of preaching and reciting are heard one after another.

Although Li Qingshan did not know this scripture, he also knew that there was no shortage of scriptures to save the dead, both Buddhism and Taoism.

In fact, these scriptures seem useless to him. If there is no one underground, and recite them thousands of times, it is impossible to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

"Brother Gu has been meditating for many years, which is really amazing."

Li Qingshan held the wine glass and shook his head: "Fortunately, today is the waterway and the road is on the sun, so it should be over!"

“There’s a change.”

Xiao An whispered.

Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and looked up.

On the Buddhist altar near the center, a white-browed monk suddenly stopped chanting sutras, folded his hands together and bowed to the highest Buddhist altar in the center, saying:

"After sitting for a few years, the old monk recited the "Sutra of Receiving the Dead" 30,000 times, the "Amitabha Sutra" 30,000 times, the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Sutra" 30,000 times, and the "Great Compassion Mantra" 30,000 times, and a total of 120,000 Buddhist scriptures."

The old monk's treasure appearance was solemn, as he was as sturdy as a statue in a temple. Even if he opened his mouth, his body still remained motionless.

Only the long eyebrows fell and swayed in the wind:

"I dare to ask the master, why don't you say a word or read a word?"

The old monk's voice was sonorous and powerful, like a sword slashing a golden bell, and it sounded in the entire water and land dojo, and it rang in the ears of thousands of monks and thousands of Taoist priests at the same time.

The sound of chanting scriptures suddenly became stagnant.

The crowd stopped and looked at the Three Burial Master on the highest Buddhist altar in the water and land temple.

They come from many countries, all of whom are eminent monks, real people who are worshipped by one country, with high status, excellent Buddhist teachings and Taoism.

If it weren't for the great power of the Tang Dynasty and other reasons, they wouldn't have even come to Chang'an City.

But when they recited scriptures to save the dead souls, the three burial masters did not say a word, which was a bit too much.

Huh ~

There seems to be a wind blowing on the Buddha altar.

In front of everyone, the Sanzang Master, who had closed his eyes from beginning to end, slowly opened his eyes.

Without a sharp edge, it is as gentle as water.

Gu Xuanshen's eyes fell, he swept across everyone and said:

"Dear Masters, real people, how many people can recite the Buddhist scriptures 100,000 times? "

"Amitabha, the old monk is not talented. He can save one person by passing the scriptures 120,000 times, and he has saved one hundred and twenty thousand people!"

The treasure robes worn by the old monk shine slightly, and the Buddha's light flashes from the sky, as if you can see countless souls in it bowing and thanking.

"The master clearly understands that there are not as many young monks as the Jinchi people. Only after ten passages of scriptures can one person be saved. After busy years, he has only saved more than 11,000 people."

Not far away, a middle-aged monk responded indifferently.

"Return to the Three Burial Master, the little monk saved more than 3,000 dead souls"

"Master, the little monk saved more than a thousand undeads"

"I am ashamed of my sacred monk, but I have cultivated a thousand-level pagoda, which is not as many as the masters."

Seeing the Three Burial Master asking, all the monks spoke, some peaceful, some indifferent, some compassionate, or some lustful.

Different.

However, the Taoist priests watched coldly, allowing many monks to speak without saying a word.

Just watching quietly.

"Good, good!"

Under the sunlight, Gu Xuanshen nodded slightly and said, "You are truly masters of Taoism, and almost all the dead in the city have gone!"

"The Three Burial Master is so serious!"

The man from Jinchi clasped his hands together and moved his white eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little helpful, and said:

"I dare to ask Master Sanzang, how long will you be able to save the undead after you have been sitting for years?"

"Not one!"

Gu Xuanshang responded honestly.

"What? There is nothing?"

All the monks were in an uproar.

Although they had never heard the three burial masters chanting before, they did not expect that he had really said nothing and had not saved anyone.

"All the Zen masters, please be quiet. Master Sanzang wants to have a different view!"

The Jinchi Master slowly opened his voice, suppressing the noise of many monks.

The monks then calmed down, their eyes gathered again, and fell on the monk in white, with a faint oppression.

"I dare not take it for being a high opinion of you!"

On the Buddhist altar, Gu Xuanshen waved his hand slightly, but looked outside the water and land temple and said softly:

"Where is the Marquis of Lantian?"

"Yun Ye is here!"

Before Xuanshen finished speaking, Yun Ye, wearing brocade clothes, appeared on a tall building outside the Water and Land Dojo.

He didn't even look at the other monks, and bowed to Xuanshen:

"Yun Ye has met the Three Burial Master!"

"I dare to ask, how many souls have accumulated in my Tang Dynasty for thousands of years?"
To be continued...