why come to earth

Cough!

The little monk is very good at chanting scriptures, and he is not Shuai Biao's opponent. Go ask the abbot for instructions.

Deng Deng Deng!

Bu Ji trotted to meet the abbot and said, "Grab the porcelain to pay homage to your birthday..."

Abbot Huiguang: "How?"

Little monk Buji: "Excessive words!"

The abbot offered the evening incense to the Lord Buddha, and just after taking a sip of Maojian tea, he spit it out, saying: "Buji, what a shame to be in, let the Lord Buddha laugh at you in such a panic, whoever grabs what will come and talk about it slowly."

Chirping!

The fake monk sent wooden fish and rosary beads, drank good tea, stayed for 30 to [-] years, and donated hundreds of thousands of sesame oil money if he was satisfied with the stay, but his disciples dare not make decisions if he wants top-grade incense.

Hahaha!

The abbot looked at the amber rosary and laughed, and said: "It's a coincidence, you might as well let him stay in the room because of the rosary, and recite the Diamond Sutra every day to transform him. In this matter, you will atone for your sins. , the Dharma is boundless, and the merits and virtues are immeasurable."

The old abbot cast his eyes away from the incense table in the Buddhist hall, and continued to drink tea.

Bu Ji took three sticks of incense from the case table, happily made tea, arranged the meditation room, and said: "Brother Hu, the Tianhuangdi old temple is home, the Zen heart is flower sea dew ring scar, the Vajra wood fish heart sutra is crossed, the dung soil gold Yinbi cassock."

Ha ha!

The little monk explained the Zen machine, and said again: "Let's finish the evening class, what else is there for fun, brother?"

Shuai Biao Shi Chanji said: "Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger to fight against the holy Buddha, three strikes against the Bone Daughter Kingdom, ninety-nine and eighty-one catastrophes, going down the mountain to pick up girls and get rid of demons."

Woo hoo ha ha!

Shuai Biao doesn't care about monks and Taoists, and his bald head insists on growing hair.

Stay here for a few days, then go to other temples to live for a few days, from north to south, from south to north to live in Taoist temples for half a year, after a year and a half, the bad reaction of being hairless should subside.

Shuai Biao patted his bald head and looked at the deflated little monk Buji and asked, "The silver pagoda outside the temple is one of the nicknamed Holy Three Pagodas in Eastern Liao Province. Why is it so dilapidated?"

The silver pagoda also has a history of 2000 years. The carvings of Arhat Bodhisattva on the body of the pagoda are exquisite and solemn, and they are lifelike.

Senior brother, don’t be angry. It is rumored that when the Buddhist master Tang Sanzang went to the West to learn the scriptures, he coughed and came here to teach the Dharma before he went to the West to learn the scriptures.

At that time, Xiangyun Temple was famous all over the world, there were many eminent monks, the incense was at its peak, the abbot had a gold-threaded fire cloud cassock, a pure gold staff, seven treasures rosary beads, and a purple gold bowl. Do you envy the majesty of the Dharma?

The little monk closed his eyes, posing with a purple gold bowl in his hand, and chanted the Buddha's name, Amitabha, so I heard that the Buddha was in the country of Sravasti

As soon as Shuai Biao became interested, the little monk began to play tricks.

snort!

Shuai Biao picked up his teacup and drank two sips: "How does the golden bowl feel? I'll give you the cassock, and I'll wear your monk's robe. I'll borrow the abbot's Zen stick tomorrow, and you'll continue to learn."

The painting style of the little monk Buji, who is wearing a cassock of kapok brocade embroidery, has a sudden change of style. His eyes are beautiful and clear, and his heart is healthy and kind, making the holy monk ashamed.

The equipment is upgraded and the mood is beautiful, walking like flying to the meditation hall, no matter how many tea pots are bottomed out, grabbing a few big pinches, and refilling the mountain spring water to honor the fake monk Shuaibiao, just now I mentioned that the rich man came to worship the Buddha

Shuai Biao reminded: "The abbot told the old rich man Sariko again. I really like to listen to this part."

Buji stuck his mouth shut, choking himself to the brim with saliva, but it was relieved thanks to Shuaibiao's slap.

The little monk said: "He said that the abbot gave the relic to the rich man, but he didn't say that I should give the relic. Why am I nervous!"

Last time I said that the abbot was mighty, but after years of wars and chaos, the ancient temples and palaces were destroyed, and it became what it is today. The few small halls were built by the abbot for alms, consecration, and capturing a few little demons to make money.

"What does this tea taste like?"

The little monk wiped his tears and drank a cup of tea, nervously said: "If senior brother doesn't come, how can I have the nerve to drink the abbot's tea?"

Hahaha!

It's really good tea, and it tastes sweet when you drink it!

"If you want to drink tea, continue to talk about the history of the Silver Pagoda, and dare to give you laxatives out of context." Brother Biao said with a black face.

Gudu gargled his tea again, the little monk cheered up and continued: "There is a four-phase arhat formation under the silver pagoda, and four relics are used as the magic weapon of the formation, which is used to suppress witches."

"How much? Four relics." Shuai Biao broke the precepts for greed, anger and ignorance.

Cough!

I don't know if the witch is a human, a demon, or a monster. Only on the night of the full moon through the relics of the four-phase arhat array, there is a great chance to see the witch.

Shuai Biao thought to himself: "Is the witch beautiful and cute? I want to repair the three towers, so I can have fun chatting with the witch."

The fake monk Shuaibiao commits lust again in a short while

The little monk recited the Diamond Sutra once and went to bed. In the middle of the night, talking about the calf was more tiring than reciting the scriptures. He sighed, "It's not terrible to talk about tuberculosis, but I'm afraid of talking about tuberculosis while drinking tea."

Before going to bed, the fake monk led the real monk around the silver pagoda, beating and beating, and asked the little monk if he would form the four-phase arhat formation. The stunned little monk said frightenedly: "Senior brother wants to release the evil spirit of the witch." world?"

"Shh!"

Shuai Biao didn't answer, he didn't know if there was a witch or a legend, so he played a mental game to scare Buji first, and asked: "Let the witch come out, can Abbot Huiguang subdue?"

The little monk wiped his cold sweat and said, "The abbot should be running a hundred times faster than you. If the legend is true, would you agree with your body when you rescued a [-]-year-old witch? Can you live happily in the sea?" Over there, there are a group of cute Smurfs?"

Hahaha!

The little monk learned badly from watching cartoons.

Shuai Biao thinks it is not impossible, as long as the legend is true that the witch will marry her uncle, it can be discussed!

The little monk was afraid of Shuai Biao, and he couldn't bear the earth-shattering disaster, Xiangyun Temple, and had to report to the abbot.

Yeah!

No one, the abbot went out for alms

The fake monk Shuaibiao looked at the surrounding mountains and calculated the angle and orientation of the Eight-Length Silver Pagoda.

A solitary tomb in the east, on the hillside of the bald rocky hillside, a stone tombstone three feet two inches inscribed on the tomb of Muxiao Bobai.

The mound is ten feet high, and the pines and cypresses on the hillside are evergreen and densely branched.

In the south is the temple hall, with high ridges and green tiles flying over the eaves, engraved with flying birds on the branches, and the scorching sun is like a fire, incense, and smoke.

There is a huge lying stone in the west, and the three characters of Shihucun are vague and deep, and can still be recognized.

The ancient wells and clear springs in the north, small stone steps winding out of the well platform, everything is so natural and harmonious.

The silver pagoda is surrounded by ten stories in the middle. The tower is more than ten feet high, and the base of the pagoda is octagonal with stone and moss.

As the night fell and the moon was covered by dark clouds, the seven stars and the Big Dipper shifted and changed positions, and the gate of death and life circulated in the tower like a white horse passing through the gap, and the glimmer of the spire and dome was invisible at first glance.

Shuai Biao's aura was hidden in Du Menxun's seat, and he exclaimed: "There is really a formation protecting the ancient pagoda, and a talisman is very strange and confusing?"

The little monk took a flashlight to find out the monastery, but he didn't dare to approach the silver pagoda and shouted: "Brother, come back for tea?"

Shuai Biao escaped from the shadow of Xun Xun and walked a few steps behind the young monk, saying: "Hey! I'm here, what kind of eyes do I have at such a young age, I will eat more carrots and drink milk to improve my eyesight."

Bu Ji built a small foundation, heard the sound of pointing his toes on the ground, doing a vajra upside-down search for lotus, slapped the void in the air, and his body floated three feet upside down, turning around and trotting back to the guest room with Shuai Biao.

Drinking a cup of tea, he said: "It's scary that there is a ghost. Could it be that the witch's companion, the demon man, is here. Let's have another cup of pressure."

Shuai Biao sighed and said, "Master, Abbot, the Dharma is boundless. As an apprentice, you practice the Invincible Vajra Fist, hold a rosary consecration device, and the electronic Muyu Vajra Mantra. What are you afraid of?"

Bu Ji wiped off his sweat and said, "I'm afraid of being blamed!"

Shuai Biao was ashamed: "We will not push the tower tomorrow, and now go to Shihu Village to catch ghosts and demons. I have promised the villager Chen Hanrong to arrive at ten o'clock for you, and now at nine o'clock, pack up your equipment and start immediately. I will start the car."

Early in the morning, the old man Chen Hanrong, a villager in Shihu Village next door, rushed to find the abbot.

The village is not normal after ten o'clock in the evening these days, there are ghosts wandering around and the villagers are too frightened to leave the house. Fortunately, there are ornaments consecrated by temples and Taoist temples, and every household is determined to not be scared to death.

However, some farm cattle were sucked dry of flesh and blood, leaving only fist-sized holes and bones in the hide.

After waiting for a while, Bu Ji didn't come out, Shuai Biao angrily got out of the car and wanted to go into the courtyard to arrest people.

Nima!

Buji came out with a five-foot Buddha statue of Gautama Patriarch on his back, put it on the roof of the kitten car and tied it with a rope, and got on the car confidently and set off.

After ten minutes into the village, the little monk and Shuai Biao went to investigate the site, and the inexperienced two were confused like a deflated ball.

When it was dark, all the villagers hid in their houses.

Shuai Biao grabbed the little monk and said, "What are you doing in the house? Let's go to Wang Si's cowshed to see what kind of monsters and ghosts it is!"

The little monk Buji put the Buddha image at the gate of the cowshed, and the two hid behind the wall

Squeak!

Three dark shadows floated half a foot above the ground and entered the village from the entrance of the village, and the beef-eating monster with a good nose went straight to the cowshed.

Wearing the clothes of the Qing Dynasty is a bit like the zombies in the movie. The real version can fly while the movie version is jumping.

The 300-year-old corpse inhales the incomplete soul of a newly buried person who lost two souls and five souls and suspended animation. This type is called a zombie ghost.