Chapter 357 I am a wolf among the sheep
The scene of eating the Guardian Galan brought an unparalleled impact.
Only Shen Lian was expressionless, while the others looked more or less shocked. One monk even couldn't help but clasping his hands and reciting Amitabha silently.
"Pity?"
Huang Mei stepped into the crowd and stared at this person.
"It's good to have a full meal. Why, you can't see the suffering in the world?"
"If you don't enter the Xiaoxi Heaven, naturally there are many people who want to enter the Xiaoxi Heaven!"
Huang Mei waved his hand, the monk Torn apart in begging for mercy, "Isn't it true that some people feel that their treasures are solemn because they have practiced enough?"
He symbolically touched the foreheads of the other twelve people with his cuffs.
When Shen Lian and others put on the monk's robes of Daci'en Temple, they were successfully admitted. They didn't even need to shave their heads or have their ordination scars removed. This shows Huang Mei's disdain for the strict rules and precepts of Buddhism.
Everyone left the main hall in fear.
As Shen Lian stepped over the steps, he heard Huang Mei's message conveying something else.
"Senior Nephew Tianwen, please stay in Daci'en Temple. Whether you are alive or dead, you will be a part of Xiaoxitian."
Shen Lian frowned slightly, Huang Meicheng Mansion Very deep, I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
He glanced at the two hundred and eighty-three golden cicada Buddha statues with his peripheral vision. Because of the huge size of the Tathagata Buddha statues, they were all shrouded in shadow.
"Hmm?"
It didn't take long for Shen Lian to realize something was wrong.
The Buddha's light in the outside world seemed to be alive, and rushed to Shen Lian.
As the Buddha's light bathed his body and soul, the Seven Treasures Buddha bones in his body were unable to restrain themselves and absorbed the Buddha's light emitted by the Protective Jia Lan.
After the Seven Treasures Buddha bones digest the Buddha's light, although they can nourish the physical body, the Qi and blood leak out uncontrollably, and the lotus platform cannot contain it.
The others couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and felt their appetite getting stronger.
"Huang Mei has probably realized the existence of the Seven Treasures Buddha Bones. Now that I have started, I can't even comprehend the Earthly Immortal Techniques in a low-key manner."
"I've become popular."
Shen Lian looked around, and more and more pilgrims stopped.
After all, the pilgrims are all transformed into little white dragons. Even if they have forgotten their memories, their demonic instincts still exist, and their eyes suddenly turn red.
The ordinary monks at Daci'en Temple were even more unbearable and stopped chanting sutras in unison.
A pair of eyes looked like wolves and tigers. If Shen Lian hadn't followed Huang Mei to practice, he already belonged to the Buddha, and someone would have been unable to bear it and pounced on him.
“Damn it!”
“Huangmei, I remember you!!”
Shen Lian finally realized how Jin Chanzi felt, regardless of whether others could Threatening themselves, their naked eyes looked like they were looking at a plate of food.
"What a conspiracy, actively pulling the Buddha's light to act on me."
Shen Lian has only two ways, either to be eaten dry and wiped clean, and his flesh and blood and bones will lay the foundation for the Buddhas in Xiaoxitian, or to stand out and become a Buddha.
He swept away with a sneer, his murderous intention undisguised.
"Just wait for me, Huang Mei, the debt you owe now will be repaid in four hundred years!"
Shen Lian no longer concealed his energy and blood, and the murderous look in his eyes revealed This meant that people around him did not dare to step forward and headed towards their destination in a majestic manner.
………
Guangmu Hall.
There is no shadow at all in the palace, and the sound of wooden fish is endless.
The Buddha statue in Guangmu, Guangmu, is 40 to 50 meters long. There are 23 monks kneeling beside it, knocking wooden fish with each other.
The candle flame flickered.
Due to the subtle changes in light and darkness, the wide-eyed Buddha statue's glaring expression seems to be in fear, and it is fearful of the monks who worship it.
[Shou Ping] is in the first place, holding the Buddhist beads in his left hand and transforming the magic with his right hand.
He is obviously the most senior Buddhist disciple in Guangmu Hall. His appearance is eighty-nine times similar to Protector Jialan. I am afraid that it will not take long before he can achieve enlightenment and go to the next reincarnation.
"Senior Brother Shouping."
A monk hurriedly came in from outside the hall and called cautiously.
"What's the matter?"
The monk was so frightened that he didn't even dare to take a big breath. He quickly explained: "Brother Shouping, there will be twelve Buddhist disciples coming to Guangmu Hall."
" The poor monks naturally know, don't worry, they will not affect our resources."
Shou Ping added calmly: "I will let them scrub the Buddha statues for fifteen years, chant sutras and pray for fifteen years, and let them pray for fifteen years. Serve us and come into contact with Buddhist practice after forty-five years.”
“Goodness”
"Brother, Holy Ming, only by tempering their character can they help their subsequent practice."
"Amitabha, you are right. If you cannot bear your temper for forty-five years, you will sooner or later fall into the devil's path and never be reincarnated." . ”
The monk spoke sanctimoniously, as if he was thinking of others.
In fact, if we put it in reality, the monks who worship at Daci'en Temple are all ordinary people. They can only die of exhaustion after sitting in front of the Buddha for forty-five years.
“No, Senior Brother Shouping, there is a person who is the disciple of Buddha whom I have personally appointed!”
"Who?!"
Shou Ping's eyes widened. When he opened his eyes, there were hundreds of eyes popping up all over his body, as if actual malice was spreading out.
And each eye has two pupils, one large and one small, rotating crazily.
A creepy vortex is formed.
There was a dead silence in the Guangmu Hall, and the monks turned their heads away one after another. Anyone who looked directly at Shouping would arouse the former's displeasure.
Shouping has been practicing for two hundred years, but he has been unable to achieve perfection.
Even in the past fifty years, my cultivation has not advanced but retreated.
The phenomenon of double pupils also appeared not long ago, which means that the consciousness of Protector Jialan gradually gained the upper hand in Shouping's body.
"How can I be in the same room with the emperor-appointed disciple of the Buddha? Hahaha, it's impossible for him to achieve perfection earlier than me, right?"
No one answered, they Everyone knew that Shouhei was going crazy.
Shouping's aura was extremely confused, and a monk hurriedly came forward, "Brother, according to the Buddhist teachings you taught [Jialan Duomu Heart Sutra], I just stripped the wisdom root from Guangmu."
The monk held a fist in his hand. The big eyes were bloodshot and full of malice.
The so-called wisdom root is naturally the organ that protects Jialan, and the wide eyes, especially the pupils, are the necessary resources for them to practice Buddhism.
Shou Ping took the eye pupil Huigen, and after swallowing it, the signs of double pupils slowly disappeared.
He returned to being expressionless, "So, no matter what the relationship between the other party and the Living Buddha is, we cannot have any different attitudes because of it."
"Let him practice with us."
The other monks couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Shouping's attitude softening.
The origin of Shen Lian is unclear at the moment, but to be able to call the living Buddha his uncle, he probably once had a certain status in the Western Lingshan Mountain.
Crack, snap, snap.
Stepping from far to near, surrounded by hundreds of figures, twelve people came to Guangmu Hall.
With the isolation of the palace, Shouping didn't notice anything strange until Shen Lian pushed open the door and his heart suddenly beat wildly.
The extremely pure Qi and blood hit his face.
Shouhei groaned, and his eyes suddenly appeared again.
He covered his chest with force, his strong appetite almost overpowering his mood. Looking at Shen Lian, his eyes were full of thoughts of eating.
“Eat…”
"Eat him, and I will be able to achieve perfection immediately!!"
Not only Shouping, but the other monks are also ready to make a move
They are like a group of hyenas following their prey, as long as there is one who can endure it If you don't stop, the other hyenas will immediately swarm up.
Shen Lian ignored others and looked at the Buddha statue of Protector Jialan.
In the original work of Journey to the West, the four masters and disciples traveled westward. In the dark, there were also the Five Directions Revealed, the Fourth Level Gong Cao, the Six Ding Liujia and more than a dozen protective Jialan.
Who would have thought that Protector Jialan would be reduced to food.
“Talking behind closed doors.” The monk hurriedly closed the door of Guangmu Hall, but there was still a figure lingering outside.
The temptation of Tang Monk's meat is really too great. The wisdom root bred by Protector Jialan cannot be compared with Shen Lian who possesses the bones of the Seven Treasures Buddha.
In addition, Huang Mei has been bewitching the monks intentionally or unintentionally.
The law of the jungle is evident in Daci'en Temple. Looking at all the Buddhist disciples, it is estimated that there are only a few people who are sane.
Even though he looks compassionate on the outside, his heart is already twisted.
"What do you call me?"
Shou Ping knocked on the wooden fish, and the rapid sound indicated that he was upset.
Shen Lian was too lazy to reply. The remaining soul communicated with the bones of the Seven Treasures Buddha, and then visualized the Protector Jialan. He suddenly felt a sense of great enlightenment.
Presumably it won't be long before the golden body method associated with the protection of Jialan Guangmu can be created.
Shen Lian used the golden body method to replace the Buddha's disciples and assimilate into the Buddha. This can avoid the hidden hand left by Huang Mei and counteract the martial arts.
“When the golden body method is perfected, 80% will go to the fourth reincarnation.”
“Well, I can be stuck in Dacheng and not be in a hurry to be promoted. The gold of the twelve protective Jialan You can't let go of any physical skills..."
While Shen Lian was thinking, Shouping had become impatient.
"You...don't know what to call me?"
Shou Ping pointed at Shen Lian and asked again, his voice trembling, Buddha light flowing around his body, his cultivation level equivalent to that of an alchemist in the eighth realm.
The other monks asked questions one after another, and the hall seemed extremely noisy.
Shen Lian turned around and glanced at Shouping.
“Heavenly Plague.”
"Junior Brother Tianwen, you are different from those mediocre people who do nothing. You are the disciple of the Buddha appointed by our Buddha, and you must have the innate Buddha nature."
Shen Lian looked at Shouping coldly, and the monks around him walked slowly. Get closer.
Shou Ping signaled them to stop, "Junior Brother Tianwen, I have visualized Protector Jialan for hundreds of years and comprehended the Jialan Multi-Eye Heart Sutra. If you don't mind, I will teach it to you."
"No need."
Shen Lian refused without hesitation. The Jialan Multi-Eye Heart Sutra was not reliable just because Shouping looked like he was about to go crazy.
Shouping became angry with embarrassment and his face turned red.
"I don't have to eat you, as long as you practice the Jialan Multi-Eye Heart Sutra and give me the wisdom root that you condense every ten days."
"You have to think carefully. , among the twelve palaces, I am the only one who is soft-hearted."
Shou Ping yelled endlessly, but Shen Lian still showed no reaction in front of him.
"Senior brother, why don't you let me see the Jialan Multi-Eye Heart Sutra."
As soon as these words came out, all the monks looked solemn and chose to stay away from Shouping. The Buddha statue protecting Jialan had the illusion of being alive.
“Ha.”
“I understand!!”
“What a royally appointed son of the Buddha, you are the opportunity given to us by my Buddha, who can eat it? It won’t be difficult for you to be promoted to Xiaoxitian in the future!”
Shou Ping laughed and his eyes began to squirm.
Hundreds of eyes converged towards the forehead, and before long, almost the entire head was occupied, and the upper part of the skull turned into a giant eye.
"It's a bit interesting."
Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and had to admit that the yellow eyebrow pattern was very big.
First, let the physique of the disciples get closer to the real Buddha, and eventually they will be able to carry the true scriptures. The path was chosen correctly.
How did Jin Chanzi win?
Huang Mei is completely on the verge of gaining power. Jin Chanzi is a dead person, so he can't pretend to be dead to destroy Xiao Xitian.
Shou Ping became even more excited when he saw Shen Lian's surprised expression.
He thought that his idea was correct, otherwise why did I, the Buddha, not give a warning and allow the appointed disciples of the Buddha to come to the twelve temples.
“Death!”
The giant eye on the top of his head divided into countless pupils, and the dazzling Buddha light enveloped Shen Lian.
The projected Buddha light showed seven colors, and the hall became strange and strange. The eyes of the wide-eyed Buddha statue were bleeding, as if they were crying silently.
The other monks closed their eyes, but their footsteps kept approaching.
Bang bang bang.
A sound of bones colliding echoed.
Shou Ping's Buddha light suddenly stopped, and a gurgling sound came from between his teeth.
The other monks looked up, and an unforgettable scene came into view. A ten-meter giant with ferocious muscles appeared all over its body.
"I still agree with Uncle Huang Mei on one thing, killing is saving life."
The words just finished.
Shen Lian raised his arms, with a swastika on his palm.
Although the Buddha's light cannot be used, the Thousand-Armed Fist, which contains Buddhist connotations, can be easily used, and a series of fists rain down.
Outside Guangmu Hall.
A large number of Buddhas froze in place.
They were just waiting for the opportunity, but when Shouping took action but was not punished by Huang Mei, they rushed to the palace first.
As a result, before the door could be opened, the windows were stained with splashes of blood.
The extremely terrifying figure was reflected.
The bones and spines shook, penetrating through more than a dozen mutilated corpses.
Looking at the Daci'en Temple, even every Buddhist would like to eat people, but there has never been such a naked killing scene.
Their minds went blank, and their hearts were filled with fear. They did not understand what kind of monster Shen Lian was. He was anything but ordinary.
Demon!
It must be a demon! !
No, he is the nephew of my Buddha, he should be a demon with Buddha nature! ! !
"Jie Jie Jie."
"If I were reincarnated in a deeper level, I would consider becoming a grandson first and then a father, but for you crooked melons and split dates, forget it."< br>
Monster Shen Lian smiled and opened his mouth to take a breath, and the remains of his body fell into the alchemy furnace. Only the eleven new monks were not affected.
It’s not that he is soft-hearted, it’s better to have a few henchmen around him.
"Anyway, four hundred years is very sufficient. I will stay in the third reincarnation to practice for the time being. If I have the chance, I will go to the Mahavira Palace."
Two hundred and eighty-three copies of the golden cicada's broken body may not be easy.
Shen Lian has not forgotten Brother Monkey. The Yuqing Palace is most likely deep in the underworld, otherwise Xiaobailong would not be able to maintain this memory.
………
At the same time, the ghost market ends.
Babu is no longer the master of the ghost market, and monks can be seen everywhere.
The sun transformed by the yellow eyebrows is in the sky, shining on the thirty-sixth level of the ghost market, looking for the breath of the golden cicada in detail.
Babu Zhengshen also gradually explored the ruins of Tianting through Huang Mei.
It can be said that the progress in the past few years has been comparable to that of two or three years ago, and they even had a premonition that it would not take long to reach Nantianmen.
Suddenly.
The yellow eyebrows looked up to the sky and roared, and the murmur resounded throughout the ghost market.
“Something’s wrong, I seem to have forgotten something?!”
“Jin Chanzi...”
“I have always won, no matter now, in the past, or in the future ! ”
(End of this chapter)