”   style=”display:none;”>daVilu Temple is different from Longhu Mountain. Vilu Temple does not accept pilgrims worship and incense, nor do they accept subdistricts. There are large areas of barren fields around Duyi Mountain. The monks in Vilu Temple also plant grains and vegetables on weekdays. They strolled around the fields and looked around. They found that the grains in the fields were very sparse and the seeds were not full. At this time, there were no fertilizers and pesticides, so the crops naturally would not grow well. The grains produced by these hundreds of acres of fields were probably only enough for the monks in Vilu Temple to eat two meals a day.

The path I chose was at Yanglu of Duyi Mountain. There were many monks working in the fields. After seeing me, they were busy with each other. The neither humble nor arrogant expression made my anger fade gradually fade. There were few monks who were self-sufficient without begging for alms.

I walked past the mountain fields and started to step up the mountain. Just as I had just stepped on the first step, the bell tower on the top of the mountain heard the sound of a bell bumping. The bell sound was empty and distant, and the sound was heard from all over the fields, which made people who heard the bell feel calm. Since I was a disciple of the Jie Sect, I had unconscious repulsion of Buddhism. However, even so, I still have to admit that the sound of the bell had dissipated a little bit again.

Looking up, I found that the bell was a middle-aged monk who could not see his cultivation. The practice of Buddhism emphasizes calmness and gradual progress, and usually enlightenment in the elderly. There are very few monks who are enlightened in middle age. This monk is undoubtedly an exception. Because his situation is quite special, I deliberately looked at his appearance. This person should be forty-seven or eight years old, very tall, wearing a gray cloth monk's robe. Although he is tall, he is very thin, with a dish and hungry face. When he suddenly sees, no one would believe that he is a great monk who has been enlightened and enlightened.

I looked up and looked back for a moment, finally retracted my gaze and went back to pick up the steps. No matter what kind of cultivation he was or what intention he was to hit the bell, it was not enough to dispel my idea of ​​clearing them. If they deal with it properly, I would try my best to hurt people as little as possible and not kill them.

A moment later, the bell sounded again from the bell tower on the mountain. The bell sounded suddenly in my heart. I had deliberately counted the steps when I was going up the mountain. The second bell sounded just when I walked to the 99th floor. This coincidence made me wonder. When the bell sounded, I immediately looked up and found that the middle-aged monk did not look down at me at all, nor did he count the steps I walked past.

I pondered for a moment and moved forward again. After that, as long as I reached the ninety-nine steps, he would ring the bronze bell. He bumped his and I walked mine. I would not deliberately speed up or slow down my pace because his bell rang just when I was ninety-nine steps. And he did not deliberately adjust the time of the bell to cater to my pace.

When I walked through the last step, the Great Hall on the mountainside was right in front of me, but this time I deliberately delayed my foot for half a second. The bell rang first and then landed. I was here to seek revenge, not to find any tacit understanding.

The temple of Vilu Temple has no courtyard walls. Outside the main hall is an open-air place for chanting and morning classes. At this time, there were more than 60 purple monks sitting cross-legged outside the main hall. A young monk with white eyebrows was sitting opposite these monks. Unlike the middle-aged monk who rang the bell, this old monk was wearing a red cassock. According to the style of the cassock and the horizontal and vertical lines on the cassock, he was undoubtedly the abbot here. However, I have not heard any news about this monk before. Vilu Temple rarely talks about the world, and outsiders don’t know much about them.

This old monk has surpassed the cultivation level of a mortal, so I cannot observe his condition and level of cultivation through my breath. At this time, the old monk was holding a wooden hammer and hitting the red wooden fish with red paint in front of me. After I walked the steps and entered the range of the Main Hall, he stopped beating the wooden fish, and the sound of the monks chanting also stopped.

"Immortal Heavenly Lord, ride the wind to bow my head," I bowed to the old monk,

"Amitabha," the old monk put down the wooden hammer and put it in ten rounds.

"Master, can I know my purpose," I looked around and said, "I said that all the purple-qi monks in the entire Vila Temple had gathered here, and those ordinary monks did not come to attend the morning class.

"The cause of the past, today's fruit, today's fruit, and later, the real person has come here to eliminate the cause and effect," the old monk of white-brow sang the Buddha with one another,

"Master Zhuo, I don't know how the master wants to eliminate cause and effect," I sneered. I naturally understand the principle of the causal cycle mentioned by the old monk Baimei. He means that the past things caused the consequences of today, and today's consequences will lead to future events, which will continue to be endless.

"After this cause and effect," the old monk Baimei did not stand up from beginning to end.

"A monk in Via Lu Temple participated in the besieging of my Ziyang Taoist Temple. Today, I came to take my life, and I was calm. I was an immortal in Jie Sect, not an ordinary person. Just a few ambiguous words of cause and effect cannot change my mind.

"Amitabha, please be with your heart," said the old monk with white eyebrows.

The old monk Baimei said that I couldn't help but sneer. He meant that I would do it even if I did it.

"Call the master above the bell tower and the master in the back mountain together. I want to ask you for the magical powers of Buddhism today," I stopped and said with a sneer. I am already a celestial immortal cultivation at this moment, and killing purple aura is easy to turn my hands. These monks who sit cross-legged and wait for death are not worth my action at all.

"Amitabha, the real person has the right path in his body. He can control the five elements of energy. Fighting with the real person is not shocking. Turning the river and moving the mountain is not enough to make the real person stop killing and calming his anger. If he does it, the merit is greater than his fault. Please ask the real person to take action to end the cause and effect. I have been waiting for three days," the old monk with white eyebrows closed his eyes and spoke.

As soon as he said this, I frowned again. I had already sent a message to me three days ago. I have been observing their situation in the dark for the past three days. I originally thought that they were just loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and had the confidence and method to deal with me. I never thought that they had no solution. Once three days, they summoned a group of monks to get killed.

"Master, I am not a Buddhist. You made the wrong plan," I sneered and said, "Don't think I'm embarrassed to take action if I look like a dead pig.

"Amitabha," the old monk said the Buddha's name again and became silent.

Seeing this, I immediately pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword from behind, and walked forward with the sword, slowly walking through the monks.

These purple monks cannot be as calm as water. This can be seen through the violent fluctuations on their heads.

Buddhism is known for its numerous and strict rules and regulations. Most of these monks have no sins or karma. However, this does not mean that they are all good people. I will be in charge of criminal responsibility and laws in the future. This position does not require the heart of a bodhisattva. On the contrary, it requires the majesty of Shura with quick decisions.

"Killing is the first precept of Buddhism, and killing is innocent." I turned my hand and cut off a monk who had suffered a major murderous crime with a great loss of Yin De. Beheading is the most intimidating punishment. After cutting off the head, the blood rushed three feet straight. The first stream of blood rushed out immediately followed by the second stream. This time it was less than one foot. After three times, the rapid gushing turned into a slow flow.

Of course, I would not let the blood spurted out of the dead body stain my Dharma body, but the monks around it were not so lucky. They were stained with the blood that was spurted out quickly to varying degrees. Those purple monks looked frightened when they saw this scene. This scene made me sneer secretly. Aren’t you not afraid of death? Why are you shaking?

"Bang," At this moment, the gray-clothed monk on the bell tower rang the bronze bell. In addition to the initial "Bang", the bell also had a long lingering sound, but I couldn't think of any words to describe the solemn and solemn lingering sound of the heart.

When the bell rang, the monks immediately felt as if they were wake up, and they lowered their eyebrows and closed their eyes to start chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name.

I looked up at the gray-clothed monk on the bell tower, and sneered and searched again among the crowd.

"Where can you get it with gold and silver?" I sneered and waved my sword again and chopped off the head of another monk. A smell of gold appeared in the monk's arms. The monks in Vilu Temple did not beg for alms, so where did they come from?

Then came another bell ringing. This time I didn't look up. He hit his bell. I killed my person. He would not stop me from killing people. I could ignore his bell.

These people were killed by the neck, not only did not make me compassionate, but also gradually made me angry. If I wanted to kill them, they would not be able to escape. They would sit cross-legged and wait for death from here to death, and those who did not resist seemed to be a villain. Whether it was a gentleman or a villain, if I care about the praise and criticism of others, it would not be a big deal. People in the world like to express their own opinions on something, and their views are often limited by factors such as their own age, knowledge and experience. Those views that they think are very correct may not be correct. In the eyes of ordinary people, I should not kill, but in my opinion, I must kill. Not to mention sitting, I will go up and give him a sword even while lying down.

"The robber is three points worse than the tycoon girl, take your life," I waved my sword again and cut off a monk's head. This person's aura was very violent. There was indeed something wrong with the monk and the young disciple. There was no need to exaggerate these things or hide them.

The bell sounded again, and the monks spoke again.

This time I came to a young monk. This man did not have much defect in his good deeds, but the scriptures he recited were a beat faster than other monks. This man was not old. When he experienced the purple calamity, the elders of this temple must have resisted the heavenly calamity. Looking at the young monk's quick tilt lips, I raised my sword again.

This kind of person is obviously good at verbal skills. I hate it. But the reason I want to kill him is not because of this, but his quick swaying lips reminds me of the eloquences who talk endlessly at the debate. The reason why those eloquences can argue against the other party is not because they know a lot, but because they speak fast and do not give the other party a chance to speak. This kind of person is something I hate. He has no ingenuity, clever words to win favor, and deserve to be killed.

"The advantage of words and tongues, the root of disaster, are the four Buddhist precepts," I waved my sword and cut off the young monk's head. I hate bragging people the most in my life. For this reason, I also fought with my Northeast comrades during my service in the army.

Then another bell rang,

"Since the master urges the bell, how dare I stop?" I looked up at the gray-clothed monk on the bell tower. This guy bumped into me with a bang, making me angry. What I meant was that if you hit me again, I would kill me.

"Wine is the Five Precepts of Buddhism, kill it," a monk who smelled alcohol did not escape my keen senses.

After killing, I waited for a long time, but I didn't hear the clock ringing this time.

"Without the Master's clear soul and Sanskrit sound, I can't suppress the murderous intent in my heart," I looked up and smiled, I killed all the people I deserved to die, you hit the hair clock, you hit the clock to show your great virtue, you are a great virtue, then what am I?

My right and wrong completely defeated the gray-clothed monk. He held Zhongmu with his hand, and it was not right to hit him, nor did he hit him,

"The Buddhist disciples actually give their makeup. If I remember correctly, these are the six Buddhist precepts." I turned my back to my head with a little white powder.

"As a Buddhist disciple, he actually puts his clothes on the corners of his clothes with golden silk, and the seven Buddhist decrees." This time I killed a monk who decorated his robes with golden silk. Why is a big man so pretty? Do you want to return to secular life and become a novice?

After I killed these seven people, the fat people in the monk group had already started to restlessly and sweat. These people were not fools. They knew that the seven people I killed before were not nitpicking and killed by casually, but were strictly executed in the order of their Buddhist Bajie. Bajie's last verdict was to eat right and wrong, to put it bluntly, it was to quit the mouth. In this way, the fat people would naturally feel scared.

But this time I didn't kill fat people, because people's fatness and thinness are related to genetic genes, and they don't necessarily have to eat more and get fat. Whoever is fat is unfair to kill anyone. The last thing I killed was a sloppy monk with a lot of animal fat on his clothes. Look at the virtue dog meat that has eaten a lot,

"The Bajie of Buddhism, I am in charge of the affairs of the people. I will say goodbye," I put my sword in my arms and bow my head to my feet. This is the main hall. I can kill people in front of the Buddha, but I cannot fly in front of his statue. Killing people is a matter of principle, while flying into the air is a matter of politeness.

"Amitabha," the white eyebrows opened their eyes and sang the Buddha's name.

Seeing this, I didn't hesitate and walked. When I left the area of ​​the Main Hall, I rose up and walked eastward. The matter of Vairo Temple made me feel unhappy, but I could only deal with it. I really couldn't make up for the sake of killing a group of monks who didn't fight back. The most important thing is that other people did not do anything bad.

After walking thirty miles, I suddenly found a figure in front of me. I looked sideways and saw that it was the white-browed monk wearing a big red cassock.

The appearance of the white-browed monk made me suddenly shocked. The white-browed monk used the magical power that could move instantly. This is an immortal technique that only our Taoist golden immortals have. This alone is enough to prove that this person's cultivation is above me. If this guy is here to seek revenge, then I will definitely not have good results today.

Unlike the old Taoist who played Longhu Mountain before, this time I did not escape, but went straight to meet him. When I fled in the battle, it depends on the strength of the enemy. The enemy's strength is equal to me. I can escape, which can save trouble. If the enemy's strength is higher than me, I can't escape, because it is about reputation. Besides, the eight people I killed are all those who have violated the precepts and I can't do it too much.

"Amitabha, the northwest of the world, the real person should not go there soon," Before I could speak, the old monk white-browed spoke first, and disappeared immediately after leaving a sentence.

I stood in a panic in shock. The reason why I was shocked was not that I didn't understand what he said meant. His meaning was that the northwest direction was not good for me. I had better not go there recently. The reason why I was shocked was why he came to tell me about these things. I killed the monk in his temple. He should hate me.

After pondering for a long time, I finally figured out the reason. It was a good thing for them to kill the monks in other temples before, because after this incident, the monks in their temples would abide by the rules and regulations more, and from a long-term perspective, it would be more conducive to the development and spread of their Buddhism. To put it bluntly, I indirectly acted as a role of taking away the false and keeping the truth and shaking the mountains and shaking the tigers.

After understanding the reason, I could only shake my head and smile bitterly. I had to do all the bad things by myself, I took the blame by myself, I made all the villains by myself, and I made all the bad faces by myself,

After a bitter smile, I turned around and turned around. The reason for turning back was not to look for the old monk in white-browed, but I had forgotten the nun of Vairocana before.

I have a headache when I think about dealing with nuns. How should I deal with them?
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