Chapter 743 The Secret of Damingwang Temple
Leaving the country.
Inside Damingwang Temple.
Amber slowly opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was still the same as when he left it.
The old monk's Zen room is behind Bodhidharma Courtyard. As an elder, he has an independent courtyard and is served by a dedicated novice monk.
What he usually has to do is very simple. Apart from giving lectures to the disciples who choose the Fudo Myoyo Sutra, there is basically nothing else. Most of the time, he is busy dealing with the side effects of the exercises.
What you have to do is very simple, just kill all kinds of life.
At the level of the old monk, ordinary people are completely useless. Only an opponent whose life level has reached a certain level can stop Ming Wang Jing's murderous intention.
This cycle can be long or short. If you have been practicing in the temple, it can be once every three months at the latest, but if you follow others, it may become once a month, or even once every ten days.
And if you leave it alone, you will end up becoming an irrational lunatic who only knows how to kill.
Originally, Amber was somewhat interested in the ways of cultivation in this world, but at this moment, she had completely lost her ideas.
At his current level, the thickness of his life is probably not comparable to that of those gods and Buddhas. There is absolutely no need to find a weakness for himself for things.
Strength is enough.
Now let’s take a look at the situation here before talking about anything else.
In Damingwang Temple, an extremely secretive temple, hundreds of candles were placed on shelves on both sides, illuminating the otherwise dark temple with a bright red glow.
In the position of the shrine, there is an extremely dark statue with three heads and nine arms, looking down at everything below.
An old monk, who was skinny all over and with skin hanging down on his face like orange peel, was kowtowing with great respect.
With every movement, the strange and vague aura on the statue becomes stronger.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the old monk finally stopped moving, his withered lips opened slightly, and he made a sound like a leaking bellows.
"come in"
As the words fell, the young monk who had been waiting outside for a long time lowered his head and walked into the temple with great respect.
"President, Zen Master Kong's uncle's life lamp has been extinguished, but some disciples say that he is still doing well in the temple. What is this?"
The young monk, whose name is Liochen, is the chief disciple of the Bodhi Monastery. He is the one with the highest cultivation level among the younger generation. He is the leader of the Righteous Path Alliance held every three years.
"Empty Zen."
The old monk kneeling on the futon is the mysterious abbot of Damingwang Temple. He is also the senior fellow of Bodhidharma Temple. His Buddhist name is Kongwu.
I saw him chewing these two words in his mouth, and after a long time he pulled out an extremely terrifying smile: "It seems that a little bug has sneaked in, and it is still a stupid bug. It just so happens that Garuda has been hungry for a long time."
"Disciple understands."
Liao Chen trembled when he heard this, as if he thought of something extremely terrifying, and even spoke with a vibrato: "Disciple, please retire."
"Lie Chen, you can come here more often to pay homage to King Ming when you have time in the future. He will protect you."
Sora said softly.
"Disciple understands."
Liao Chen didn't dare to raise his head, let alone show any abnormality, and just walked out of the temple step by step.
In the entire Damingwang Temple, there is only one King Ming enshrined, which is the one where Abbot Kongwu kneels before him.
But this person does not protect the disciples in the temple as the other party said.
Instead, treat them as food in captivity.
Liochen had seen with his own eyes that the abbot swallowed alive a junior disciple with an innate Buddha body in the Bodhi Courtyard.
That was all. What really frightened him was that the belly of the Ming King statue also swelled. Although it was only for a short moment, he was confident that he would not be mistaken.
If you want to escape a similar fate, there is only one way, and that is to continue to become stronger, the speed must be fast, and you must not be stuck by any bottleneck.
Gathering his thoughts, Lingchen strode out of the temple and walked towards the Bodhidharma Courtyard.
Since the abbot said it was a stupid insect, let's use the stupid insect method to solve it.
After a while.
"Junior Brother Lioxin, is Master Kong's uncle here?"
"In the Zen room."
"Thank you."
Liao Chen strode past the letter and walked straight towards the courtyard where Amber was.
"Uncle Master Kong, the abbot invites you!"
Instead of going inside, he stood outside and yelled.
Being able to kill an elder in Damingwang Temple doesn't look like a simple thing.
It just so happened that Liao Chen cherished his life very much.
Squeak~
The door of the Zen room was opened, and Amber, wearing a monk's robe, walked out as a Zen monk.
"Senior Brother Abbot is leaving seclusion?"
"Well, I'll be waiting for you at the stupa."
Liao Chen said with great respect.
The stupa of Damingwang Temple is used to house the remains of monks who passed away, because the exercises they practiced during their lifetime turned into very delicious food for some aliens after their death.
For example, the Garuda mentioned by Abbot Kongwu before.
A strange and ferocious bird.
"Then let's go."
With a smile on her face, Amber raised her hand to guide the way.
He was thinking about how to find the abbot who had not shown up for several years, but he didn't expect someone to give him a pillow when he fell asleep.
"please."
Liao Chen saluted respectfully and then walked in front.
The moment he turned around, cold sweat broke out on his face.
He was able to enter the Bodhi Courtyard to practice because of his special physique, which is called the Alaya Body in Buddhism.
It means that he has the ability to spy on fate.
However, due to his relatively low realm, Liaochen is currently only far superior to ordinary monks, and his practice speed is extremely fast.
Just at that moment, this uncle of Master Kongchan actually gave him a similar feeling to seeing the statue of Mingwang.
But how is this possible?
Although he didn't know what was going on, Liaochen was sure that this was not something he could intervene in.
Carefully all the way, at the foot of the mountain behind the Damingwang Temple, Amber saw the towering stupa with dragons and wind carvings.
The shape is similar to the exquisite tower in his memory, but the difference is that there are no windows on it, and the only entrance and exit is a one-story gate.
"Disciple will not go in, the abbot is waiting for you inside."
Liaochen stopped.
"Yes."
Amber nodded with Kongchan's usual appearance and strode forward.
As he approached the gate, the tightly closed gate suddenly opened, revealing the situation inside.
Faintly, he could see many white objects piled randomly on the ground, like a series of small graves.
Cry! !
A somewhat impatient cry came, causing Amber to pause slightly.
Lechen was completely tense.
“I guess Garuda was scolded by the abbot again. It loves to eat a lot, and it hasn’t changed at all in all these years.”
“Oh? Really? Lechen, why is your face so pale?”