Chapter 210 Stone Buddha Temple (please subscribe)

Chapter 210 Stone Buddha Temple (please subscribe)

Stone Buddha Temple.

Foothills.

There are fallen leaves scattered all over the bluestone steps.

The autumn wind blows, and the chill surges.

Zhong Shenxiu, dressed in a white robe and a Shura mask on his face, slowly climbed up the stairs.

"Niaosheng Mountain is more secluded..."

He recited a few words casually, and when he reached the end of the steps, he saw the Buddhist ancestral court.

The walls are yellow and the tiles are red, the temple door is tightly closed, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the incense burner.

I don’t know how long it has been since pilgrims came here.

"Where are the eminent monks of Shifo Temple? The Immortal Evil Emperor has come to pay homage to the mountain!"

Zhong Shenxiu's loud voice turned into the secret chant of the demon, spreading into the temple, looking for living people.

'Holy Monk, you spirit in heaven, don't blame me... I'm just here to get some benefits...'

He cursed in his heart, and not long after, he saw the temple door suddenly opened, and a group of master monks came out.

Monk Jingfan was also among them, pronouncing the Buddha's name with no expression on his face.

"It turns out that the Evil Emperor has arrived... The poor monk already knows the benefactor's intention. Please come to the temple to talk."

An old monk put his hands together and saluted respectfully.

‘Uh… you’re so polite, how can I hit you? ’

Zhong Shenxiu rolled his eyes secretly, feeling as if he had been punched on cotton.

He thought for a moment and did not say harsh words, but followed him into the Shifo Temple.

"Donor, please forgive me. Since the death of the holy monk, our Shifo Temple has decided to close the temple to no outsiders, so we don't have many preparations..."

After entering the wing, a young novice brought tea, and the old monk confessed.

"Oh? You already know about the saint monk's death?"

Zhong Shenxiu didn't take it seriously when he thought that the temples affiliated to Shifo Temple were spread all over the world.

"Before the death of the holy monk, he used the great supernatural power of heart-to-heart communication to convey the decree to us..." The old monk stood up and saluted respectfully: "Jingfan, you will take the evil emperor to the Buddhist forest."

"Follow the law."

Monk Jingfan's face was as crystal clear as jade, and he seemed to have made great progress in his martial arts. At this time, he took a step forward, his expression neither sad nor happy: "Evil Emperor, please!"

Zhong Shenxiu nodded and followed Monk Jingfan into the depths of the Stone Buddha Temple.

After passing through a large number of palaces and squares, he came to a flat land.

On the flat ground, there is a stone Buddha statue sitting or lying down. They have different looks, different expressions, and are lifelike.

"This is the Buddhist forest of our temple..." Monk Jingfan led the way and explained to Zhong Shenxiu: "This is the forbidden area of ​​our temple, where the original version of the Stone Buddhist Sutra is hidden."

"Oh? Thank you very much."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled hoarsely.

"Amitabha, since it is the holy monk who makes the final decision, everyone in the temple will naturally follow it... After this is done, the Shifo Temple will truly close the mountain gate and stop contact with the outside world."

Jingfan nodded and walked to the middle of the forest with Zhong Shenxiu.

Although this place seemed to be a square, Zhong Shenxiu could sense that there were grandmaster-level monks patrolling all around.

Even the Iron-blooded God Captor may not be able to break in without alerting others.

‘This Stone Buddha Temple also looks like a big hollow carrot. As soon as the holy monk died, the Grand Master was cut off. No wonder they closed the gate and temporarily surrendered to the court... Speaking of which, is Fairy Suyin really still alive? ’

All kinds of thoughts came out of Zhong Shenxiu's heart.

He looked at the tall stone Buddha statues around him, and suddenly he felt cold again.

"Amitabha."

Jingfan led Zhong Shenxiu to a reclining Buddha and announced the name of the Buddha: "The Stone Buddha Sutra of our temple is here..."

Zhong Shenxiu also looked at the reclining Buddha.

Its whole body showed a gray-white stone color. It was lying on its side, with big ears and a big face. It was always smiling, but its eyes seemed to contain extreme pain.

"This is the first generation of holy monk Bodhidharma... The "Stone Buddha Sutra" is extremely weird. It can be cultivated into an indestructible body of a stone Buddha, but it can easily become possessed and turned into a stone statue... This Buddhist forest is a stone Buddha. The Buddhist temple has failed to comprehend the "Stone Buddha Sutra" for generations, and it was transformed by an eminent monk who became possessed by evil spirits."

Jingfan's voice was calm and steady: "The Evil Emperor wants to read the Stone Buddha Sutra, so please be careful."

‘Is it true that the Stone Buddha Sutra, one of the Four Wonderful Books, is the petrified body of the first-generation holy monk Bodhidharma? ’

Zhong Shenxiu nodded, and when he looked at the stone Buddha statues, he found more differences.

Some of them waved and danced wildly, and some seemed to be in a state of great bliss and joy.

Some have distorted faces, as if they have seen some ferocious monster and are trapped in eighteen levels of hell...

All of these are influenced by the Stone Buddha Sutra.

"If you fail in cultivation, you will become a stone Buddha?"

Zhong Shenxiu asked: "The first generation of holy monks is..."

"The "Stone Buddha Sutra" is weird and unpredictable. Even if you succeed in practicing it, you will still have symptoms of petrification when you die...Perhaps this is the rumored golden body of Arhat?"

Monk Jingfan gave an explanation.

Although the golden body sounds like it should be golden, the stone is also immortal and can last forever.

"Young monk, you have great ideas. Do you want to join my magic path?"

Zhong Shenxiu laughed.

"Young monk must not overstep your bounds. Please wait outside the Buddhist forest. If the donor has any instructions, please tell him..."

Monk Jingfan was not agitated at all. After bowing, he left the forest.

"It's so boring..."

Zhong Shenxiu curled her lips and sat cross-legged in front of the stone Buddha, feeling a little excited: "After such a long time, I finally came into contact with the Four Great Books..."

…

Before you know it, one day has passed.

Zhong Shenxiu sat cross-legged in front of the stone statue, finally adjusted his condition, and began to try to understand.

‘Speaking of which...these four great books probably belong to the kind of people who are too rational and may not understand the method of success...but you can’t ask Monk Jingfan for some wine and meat to cheer you up, right? ’

Under the moonlight, Zhong Shenxiu glanced at the figure other than Fulin, but gave up the idea.

After all, they are still acquaintances, so it would not be good to deceive the other party like this.

In the darkness, the stone Buddha statues seemed to come to life.

Zhong Shenxiu could sense that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the darkness.

Whoops!

The gentle breeze was originally just the most common natural phenomenon, but when passing through this forest, something suddenly changed.

Woohoo!

The sound of the wind changed strangely in Zhong Shenxiu's ears, rising and falling, gradually becoming blurry, and seemed to be mixed with a certain cry.

It was a sad and deep voice.

It just kept chanting two words over and over again: "Da Mo, Da Mo! Damo, Da Mo!"

This sound was almost like a hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone who heard it.

Outside the Buddha Forest, Jing Fan trembled all over and couldn't help but dodge away some distance: "Not even the monks dared to patrol the Buddha Forest at night. It is said that it has driven a lot of people crazy... Jingming, could it be the same? "

When he thought of the other party, he felt that the demonic thoughts in his heart suddenly intensified. He couldn't help but recite Amitabha a few more times, and then turned his eyes to the figure still sitting cross-legged in the forest.