The Eternal Life of His Majesty

Da Zhutian

With his palm, Qin Xuan stood still, as if the wind was blowing on the hills, but Mo Qinglian behind him could not bear the consequences and was almost shaken by the internal injuries.

The monk's heart trembled, his sleeves danced wildly, and his second palm exploded.

A faint chill flashed in Qin Xuan's eyes, as if there was the awakening of a certain ancient ferocious beast in his body.

"Young Brother Zhikong!"

Suddenly, there was a light cry in front of the mountain gate, causing the monk's expression to slightly change.

The strength of the palm instantly turned into a cloud of smoke, and the monk placed his hand on his chest, folded his hand, and turned to look.

"Sister Zhiyu!"

Mo Qinglian was surprised and surprised by the ease with which to pull and lift.

This is the monk from Pluo Temple? Anyone can have nature like that.

A monk with a face over 30 years old walked slowly, and he nodded slightly to Zhikong, "Get out!"

Zhikong was expressionless, and walked to the temple unhindered.

Zhiyu's gaze was fixed on Qin Xuan, and after seeing the staff at Qin Xuan's feet, he shook his head slightly, "Donor Qin, you should treat each other with admiration for three days. Congratulations on the power of the donor."

He had witnessed the battle between Qin Xuan and Hai Qing in the calm sea of water and behind Xiao Wu.

The battle caused the Buddha's heart to tremble.

Unexpectedly, how long would it take him to see this Master Qin again, not only that, but the opponent's strength became even more unfathomable.

Qin Xuan looked at the monk faintly, "I'm here to find Xiao Wu, can't I go in?"

Zhiyu smiled, "Xiao Wu hasn't broken the dust yet, so he's not a monk, of course it can be seen!"

"However, forgive me. Pluo Temple has its own rules, and non-monk monks are not allowed in."

Qin Xuan chuckled, "Because I am a Buddha, where are the rules? It's ridiculous!"

When those words fell, Zhiyu could not help but be a little surprised, his eyes fell into contemplation, as if he was in Zen.

A few minutes later, Zhiyu suddenly woke up and hurriedly said: "Thank you for the donation!"

His Buddha heart trembled and he suffered.

Master Qin's simple words made his territory a little further.

Since the person cultivating was a Buddha, and there was nothing in mind, how to say the rules? This rule was by no means established for outsiders, but imprisoned themselves in the rule.

Suddenly he realized why the Dazhutians had set this rule twenty years ago. For a long time, the monks in the temple thought it was for outsiders, but they never thought that this rule was actually for them.

Qin Xuan didn't care, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the clouds and mist above and the mountains in the unsolvable fog.

A figure stood there, as if jumping suddenly from the top of a mountain.

With the rise and fall of the Buddha's clothes, an old monk suddenly appeared in the eyes of several people.

The old monk was in front of the mountain gate, but he made no sound, there was not even dust in front of the mountain gate, as if falling like feathers.

"The benefactor laughed." The skinny Buddhist attire of the old monk was unable to fold in the slightest, bowed, and shook his head: "Truly a simple truth, but none of your fifteen brothers in Zhiyu can understand it."

Therefore, he shook his head and sighed, ignoring Zhiyu's slightly embarrassed expression, but turned his head and looked at Qin Xuan.

“Donor steps on Lao Na's magic wand!” The old monk looked up and said with a smile.

Qin Xuan was unmoved, even though he knew that the old monk before him was already an innate powerhouse. Not only that, the strength of this old monk was even higher than that of Ning Ziyang.

Seeing Qin Xuan unmoved, the old monk shook his head and stopped mentioning the matter. "The benefactor said, since practicing Buddha, there are no rules. Then why does the Buddha have five precepts, six precepts, eight precepts, etc.? ? "

Qin Xuan laughed foolishly and looked at the old monk and said, "Are you trying to fight with me?"

“Muridku has lost face with the donor, Lao Na will find it alone, otherwise Lao Na's face will not look good!” The old monk said with a smile.

Zhiyu looked at his master in slight astonishment, with a puzzled face.

Qin Xuan smiled, "Interesting, your Buddha is not in vain!"

Lao Na was neither shy nor angry, and quietly waited for Qin Xuan's reply.

“Because Buddha was afraid, there were too many in this world, and Buddha was afraid that his disciples would get lost, so he set the precept.” Qin Xuan smiled lightly.

The old monk disciple trembled slightly and said, "The donor is very talented."

Qin Xuan sneered. He's dickhead. In his eyes, Buddha was also human. People are afraid, and the Buddha will naturally. It's just that the Buddha didn't say it, the disciples didn't know it, so the world thought that Buddha wasn't afraid.

Qin Xuan didn't understand Buddhism, he had read some Buddhist scriptures, but he wasn't as good as the old monk.

But why should he understand? The Western Heavenly Buddha in the immortal world was far more alive than the Buddhist scriptures.

“I never thought that the donor was so smart. Lao Na could only ask donors with brash faces.“ The old monk raised his head and asked with a smile, “The donor said that the Buddha was afraid. Lao Na thought that Buddha could almost be said to be almighty. If you can't, how can you be afraid? "

Qin Xuan sneered and instead asked, "If you're truly omnipotent, how can you be afraid?"

Even if he did not dare to say omnipotence in the past, let alone a bald head that spoke of affection.

Lao Na was surprised, and smiled: "His donor is a talent!"

Qin Xuan was already impatient, he was here to find Xiao Wu, not to fight with this old monk.

The old monk naturally looked at it, so he did not speak, but waved the Buddhist clothes and smiled: "Please, please, there is a donor in Pluo Temple, and this is amazing!"

It looked like a monk who had been practicing Zen for over a hundred years, and it was more like a restaurant shopkeeper in the market.

Qin Xuan leaped off the royal scepter and stepped into the temple with Mo Qinglian.

As for Zhiyu, he was already dumbfounded.

He did not understand, why did the usual serious master suddenly become like this today?

The old monk glanced at his stupid disciple, shook his head and sighed. He pointed to Zhiyu and slowly said, "Zhiyu, you have been cultivating the Buddha for forty-three years, right?"

After Zhiyu respectfully, he nodded and said: "Since first reading the scriptures at the age of three, Zhiyu has indeed cultivated Buddhism for forty-three years."

“Then do you know what Buddha is?” The old monk asked.

“What is Buddha?” Zhiyu. There are many Buddhas in the Buddhist scriptures, such as the Tathagata, offerings, clean paths and feet ... The question is, what is Buddha?

Zhiyu was stunned, standing in front of the mountain gate, confused and thinking hard.

When the old monk saw him, he sighed and shook his head and walked into the temple.

Under the leadership of the old monk, they walked towards a house. The house is still not perfect, it can be said that it is not perfect. It is estimated that the rain inside the house is heavier than outside.

Mo Qinglian sat awkwardly on the old bench with a slightly strange expression.

“Both of my students make donors laugh!” The old monk shook his head and said dejectedly: “Lao Na has yet to introduce herself. At Xia Pluo Temple, I heard it in the sky.”

“Linhai, Qin Changqing!” Qin Xuan said lightly.

"It turns out the donor was Linhai Master Qin, Lao Na was polite." The sadness on the old monk's face vanished, and a smile said: "My disciples were lucky to be saved by donors before Anning. The donor was really a good person."

Mo Qinglian was even more awkward when she heard this sentence Good people ... In order to save your disciple, Qin Xuan killed six master teachers Is this also good? Mo Qinglian glanced at the smiling old monk speechlessly.

Qin Xuan lifted his head and saw nothing, "I'm here to find Xiao Wu."

“Xiao Wu... is not in Pluo Temple, but brings two nephews of Lao Na to the Southern Xiao Family.” Lao Na said slowly.

"That's it!" Qin Xuan sighed. He did not see Xiao Wu's breath, so he had anticipated that Xiao Wu would not be in the temple. He got up and walked out of the house, "Then, goodbye!"

“Donor, please stay!” The old monk shouted quickly.

“Something?” Qin Xuan turned around.

“Since the donor is here, why not talk to Lao Na?” Kong Wen looked at Qin Xuan with his eyes.

Qin Xuan looked at the old monk. After a few seconds, he smiled lightly and said, "Okay, then I'll talk to you!"

As soon as Kong Wen was about to laugh, he heard Qin Xuan's voice again.

"But, to talk to me, Bhikkhu, you have to offer something as a price, right?"

“Dai .. price?” The old monk was stunned, staring at Qin Xuan in surprise.

“Thanks to your Pluo Temple spiritual veins, in addition, three Bodhi flowers!” Qin Xuan smiled, This smile made the heart of the Great Buddha of the Pluo Temple, which had never roiled in his heart for decades, shine in his heart.

After laughing for a few seconds, he raised his head and said to Qin Xuan: "Donor is an incredible talent!"