Fantasy: It turns out that I have become Immortal

Chapter 42: One word, Buddha

Ling Xiaoyun smiled wryly, and then introduced: "These two friends of mine came from different regions, passed by here, and came with me to meet Mr.

"It's from cross-domain again? Today is the day. Are people stupid and rich?" Lin Mubai secretly complained.

At this time, the old monk couldn't help but said, "I have a word, and I want to ask Mr. to take a look."

Lin Mubai started complaining again in his heart, your brain is not good, can't you write hyphenation? Want me to help you see? Then he said with a smile, "Yes."

The old monk was a little excited, and his heart was even a little trembling. He dipped his fingers in water from the teacup, and then wrote on the table.

The rhythm of the Great Dao began to circulate, and countless understandings of the Buddha Dharma were all integrated on the fingers.

Ling Xiaoyun on the side tightened his eyes and nodded involuntarily. This old monk's Buddhist teachings are so profound, he is afraid that he has already passed the calamity. Hey, I've been stuck in a state of harmony for thousands of years.

On the other side, Ye Zhantian looked grim, looking at the old monk's strokes, as if he saw countless Buddhas and lotus flowers, and his murderous aura was about to be saved.

Lin Mubai looked at the old monk opposite, trembling all over, and wrote a word, as if he had exhausted his strength, so that the words were written in a twisted, abnormally slow manner.

Lin Mubai's face was calm, and he wanted to jump up and hammer the old monk to death. "It's been five minutes. You have a Buddha character, and there are only seven paintings in total. You only wrote six paintings in five minutes. You can't have a brain, so don't learn to write, okay?"

Seeing the old monk's last painting, he refused to do it for a long time. Lin Mubai couldn't help it, so he said with a smile: "Master, why don't I write it for you."

After speaking, Lin Mubai, regardless of the old monk's reaction, dipped his finger in water and wrote the word "Buddha" on the table.

When the last stroke was completed, Ling Xiaoyun, Wu Chen, and Ye Zhantian were instantly stunned on the spot.

In their eyes, the Buddhas of the heavens sang the Buddhist scriptures, and countless Buddha Dharmas turned into runes and rushed toward the face. The sky was shrouded in the Buddha's light.

And that slaughtering knife is his own way. Putting down the slaughtering knife means letting go of your own way. Once you let go of your own way, thousands of years of cultivation will be dissipated in one day.

The three of them were all struggling in the endless Buddha's light. Looking at the Buddha in the sky, they only felt that they were so insignificant. At this time, Lin Mubai said, "Is this word ok?"

In an instant, the Buddha's light dissipated, the Buddha's Dharma disappeared, and everything returned to calm. The three of them only felt that they were so oppressed and their realm improved.

Ling Xiaoyun had already understood Lin Mubai's great ability, so he was not surprised.

The old monk burst into tears. He only felt that he had been cultivating Buddhism in his whole life, and at the end of his cultivation, he realized that the Buddhadharma was so vast, and what he saw was only a drop in the bucket.

Lin Mubai has almost explained the true meaning of Buddhism with a single word of Buddha. This is the great power, and this is the real profoundness of Buddhism.

Wu Chen ignored the tears in his eyes, and glanced at the Buddha character again, only to feel that his energy was quickly passing away after a thousand years.

Ye Zhantian is in a cold sweat. He kills all the year round, and his murderous aura has long been extremely strong. These murderous auras created him and also became his dark disease. He has been infected and wrapped by this murderous aura all the year round. .

However, it was the baptism of the Buddha's light just for a moment, and I only felt that all the murderous aura was washed away, and the whole body was relaxed, and the cultivation level was instantly improved.

"Immortal, this is definitely a realm only possessed by immortals. There are indeed immortals in this Eastern Region." Ye Zhantian was stunned in shock.

Lin Mubai frowned slightly, what's the situation, the old monk is such a big man, why is he still crying? At first glance, this general looks like a rude person. I'm afraid he doesn't even know the word. After reading a Buddha character for so long, is he still not recognizing it?

In other words, what kind of people are these days?

At this time, the old monk withdrew his eyes and looked at Lin Mubai in awe, so he got up and knelt down in front of Lin Mubai. Before he had time to say anything, his energy was empty, and his intuition fainted.

Lin Mubai stood up with a snort, what's the situation? Why don't I just write a word, why did I still encounter porcelain, I didn't do anything. You can't just lie on the ground, old monk.

As soon as the old monk fainted, Ye Zhantian woke up from the shock. He glanced at the old monk and knew that it was the old monk who forced him to comprehend. Lin Mubai's Dharma caused his energy to drain and fainted from exhaustion.

Ye Zhantian shook his head and sighed, "How can you forcefully comprehend the law of immortals?"

Ling Xiaoyun on the side also shook his head, "This old monk really doesn't know how high the sky is."

Lin Mubai looked at the old monk who had fainted on the ground, and then looked at the two people sitting at the table calmly. "Well, how do you two have brains? When you see the old man fainting, at least help him. What's the matter?"

Lin Mubai sighed, stretched out his hand to help the old monk up, and smoothly carried the old monk on his back, and Wuchen woke up on the spot.

The old monk folded his hands together and said excitedly, "Thank you, sir, for the words."

"This old monk is so eager to learn. He just taught you a word of Buddha. He was so excited that he cried, what is it?" Lin Mubai shook his head helplessly and said, "Small things, small things."*