On the Great Fo Mountain, bells and chimes ring together, and a Buddha's light rises. Among them, Buddha and Bodhisattva appear and appear, and the heavenly girl Jialan dances, and the sound of chanting scriptures and singing can be heard thousands of miles away.

All the monks in the Tianlong Zen Temple folded their hands towards the direction of the Main Hall on the top of the mountain and recited: "Amitabha."

"Zen Xin Dharma Assembly! I wonder which disciple has such a blessing?" A middle-aged monk stopped the broom in his hand and said enviously.

"Senior brother, don't be envious. As long as we work hard to practice, we will have such a day." The young monk next to him advised, then lowered his head to clean up the fallen leaves and stopped looking around.

"Oh, it's not that easy!"

Just as the Great Banyan Tree King condensed a fruit of wisdom requires a considerable energy, every Zen meditation meeting in Tianlong Zen Temple also requires accumulating ten thousand years of vows. He is very cautious in choosing every object.

"Junior Brother Qingshan is indeed not the devil."

In a Zen temple, monk Yideng opened his eyes, showed a relieved smile, and then closed his eyes and continued to practice.

In the center of the Main Hall, Li Qingshan, under the gaze of the towering Buddha statue, posed an irregular sitting cross-legged position, his hands casually placed on his knees, his long black hair was drifting and his bronze face also had a solemn atmosphere.

Suddenly, the slightly closed eyes seemed to open a little, and mysterious Zen sounds were spit out from the thick golden lips. In an instant, the sky was falling and the golden lotus gushed into the ground, which seemed to be illusion and reality.

The sky falls into the sea of ​​consciousness, and ripples spread out, and the ripples meet and bloom many golden lotus.

Li Qingshan's posture gradually relaxed, so he simply changed to sitting cross-legged. He supported his cheeks with one hand, and felt thoughtful and enlightened on his face.

Outside the Main Hall, the fearless monk relaxed his expression: "He really has Buddha nature."

If the demon king from the Demon Realm comes to enjoy this Zen Heart Dharma Assembly, his will will collapse, his magic power will lose control, and his death will be on the spot, but there is no trace of struggle on his face. He accepts it calmly, which shows that he is not the demon king.

"Senior brother is still worried!" The unfury monk said with a smile.

"If you are the abbot, you will not be at ease." The fearless monk Taoist.

Time flies. The sun sets and the sky is getting late. Only the light on Dafoshan is becoming more and more dazzling. The believers within a thousand miles all kneel to the ground in the direction of Dafoshan and worship.

Suddenly, a seven-colored glow of light broke into the golden sky from afar and fell in front of the mountain gate of Tianlong Zen Temple. It turned into a monk with a rosy face and a flying spirit. He was wearing a big red robe with a pendant decorated with gems, emitting strange light. He held the Nine-ring Zen Staff in his hand, and jingled while walking.

"Senior Brother Qibao is here, but he is not welcome."

With a loud bang, the mountain gate opened wide, and the doors on the mountain opened one after another. The Fearless Monk personally greeted him, clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Junior Brother Wuwei, we have not seen each other for 130 years since you succeeded to the position of abbot of Tianlong Zen Temple!" The Seven Treasures Seng King gave a bow, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but it flashed away.

"Please!" The fearless monk raised his sleeves, and the two monks came to the top of the mountain side by side, and greeted the Buqi Monk again.

"Unfortunately, the Main Hall was occupied today. Please ask your senior brother to sit in the side hall." The Fearless Monk Taoist.

"I don't know who is listening to the Zen Heart Dharma Assembly?" The Seven Treasures Monk asked, pointing to the main hall where the gate was closed.

"A disciple." The fearless monk was unwilling to say too much, and looked at each other with the unfury monk, wondering what the Seven Treasure Monk came.

The three of them came to the side hall to sit down. The little monk held the tea and the Seven Treasures Monk King touched his lips and then gently put it down.

"Is this tea the taste of my senior brother?" The fearless monk Taoist.

"I am used to drinking the three-leaf Bodhi tea from Lingguo Temple, and I always feel that there is less Zen in other teas." The Seven Treasures Monk King Dao.

"The temple gate is small, and there is no better tea. How many jars of good wine can be drunk by Senior Brother Qibao?" The unhing monk smiled and drank the tea in the cup in one go.

"My junior brother Bunn still looks like he used to be. Although his murderous aura is much less, his wine and meat aura is getting heavier. Although Zen is not based on ordinary etiquette, he still has to be abide by these Buddhist precepts. Otherwise, why should he set an example for sentient beings?" The Seven Treasures Monk King frowned slightly.

"Only Senior Brother Qibao can take on this great task that is set by all living beings. As stupid as I am, I can only hope." The monk Dao was not angry.

The Seven Treasures Monk King heard the irony and smiled slightly: "I advise my junior brother not to be too presumptuous today."

The monk without anger raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, but the monk fearless asked, "If you don't have anything to do, you won't go to the Three Treasures Hall. What's the matter with my senior brother not going to Longzhou to practice in peace, why did you come to Qingzhou?"

"This matter is related to Junior Brother Bu Nu. Do you have a disciple named Li Qingshan?" asked the Seven Treasures Monk King.

The Buqi Monk was shocked: "Not bad!"

"Seven days ago, Si Qing, the third prince of Daxia, wrote a letter to the court, saying that Li Qingshan practiced the magic skills, transformed into a demon king, and became a lackey in the demon realm. My Daling Kingdom Temple is responsible for supervising the monks in the world, and was ordered by Zuo Guomao to come and investigate. I don't know where Li Qingshan is now, so let him come out and see him!"

The Seven Treasures Monk King said lightly, but there was an unquestionable smell. He treated the Tianlong Zen Temple as his own backyard. When he recalled Si Qing's explanation and promise before leaving, he became more and more confident.

Si Qing was destroyed by Li Qingshan. She finally found a new body and spent a lot of time to fit the soul. However, her cultivation was inevitably greatly damaged, and her hatred for Li Qingshan was high in the sky and deep in the sea.

Originally, the prince was destroyed by his body and almost killed, which was enough to make the imperial court angry, but he and Li Qingshan were fighting fairly, and it was a death fight he proposed. If he attacked in this regard, it would be a humiliation and would only become a laughing stock, so he came up with this solution.

The fearless monk frowned, and it turned out that the person who came was not kind.

Lingguo Temple is known as the world's number one temple and the leader of the Buddhist sect in Jiuzhou. The abbot of Lingguo Temple is one of the two great masters of Daxia. He is the title of commanding Buddhist disciples in the world. Even if the abbot of Tianlong Zen Temple alternately inherits the inheritance, Binglingguo Temple must be approved. Although it is just a formality, its power can also be seen.

In addition to his status, he also has the strength to compare with him. Monk kings have emerged one after another in the past dynasties. Even today when Daxia is in decline, fearless monks still dare not underestimate them.

"Bastard!" The Buqi Monk cursed.

"What did you say?" The Seven Treasures Monk King showed anger.

"Senior Brother Qibao, don't get me wrong. I'm not talking about you, but this kid Si Qing. He was defeated in the duel and did not want to practice hard. Instead, he slandered my disciple as the devil king. He really lost the face of the royal family!"

"There is a secret technique called "Demon Suppression Picture" in my Tianlong Zen Temple. It may look a bit similar to the magic technique, but it is a real Buddhist technique. I practice this technique. Am I also a demon king?"
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