I Eat Monsters In the Town Monster - Chapter 813

Amid everyone’s surprise and speculation, Monk Ma opened his eyes and ended the visualization.

“Monk, what did you see?”

Zhu Xiucai couldn’t hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked with a bit of envy.

Monk Ma put his hands together and recited Amitabha before saying, “I saw the past experience of Monk Daoming in the visualization, and followed him to go through this experience again.”

Not to mention Zhu Xiucai, even Qin Shaoyou was amazed, he turned his head and asked Senior Brother Cui, “Is this a transmission of gong?”

Cui Youkui thought about it seriously, and said, “Should it be counted? Besides, I am afraid that the monk not only attained the Buddha’s light, but he might also be able to realize some Buddhist magical powers in the future.”

Speaking of which, he couldn’t help being envious of what happened to the monk Ma.

During the visualization, Monk Ma was simulating the life of Monk Daoming. He not only obtained the inheritance of Buddha nature and Buddha power, but also had the experience of ‘being a human being in two lifetimes’. will be of great benefit.

“The monk’s current cultivation level is about to catch up with me. Will it surpass me in the future? No, I have to practice more diligently. If it is overtaken by the monk, it will be very humiliating!”

Cui Yougui grumbled in his heart.

Thinking of him, the real monarch, who is called the Great Heavenly Venerate by the common people, who saves the hardships, how can he not have such good luck as Monk Ma, and also meet a Taoist senior to pass on the practice?

Just when Cui Youkui sighed that his luck was not good enough, Monk Ma came to Qin Shaoyou, bowed and bowed, and said, “Sir, can you give me this Buddhist relic left by Monk Daoming?”

Qin Shaoyou originally wanted to let the Taoist priest Zeng Cong try to see if he could make this Buddha relic into a supernatural item, but now, he has changed his mind.

In the face of Monk Ma’s request, he nodded and replied, “Since this thing is related to you, then you can keep it. Monk Daoming who passed on your merits to you is your mentor. You take his Buddhist relic by your side, Offering worship day and night can be regarded as the bond between master and apprentice.”

“Thank you sir for being perfect.”

Monk Ma folded his hands together, held the Buddha relic in his palm, and made a salute to Qin Shao.

Afterwards, he came to the grave and recited sutras for the monk Daoming buried in it and some of the victims.

With the sound of chanting, wisps of Buddha light bloomed from Monk Ma’s body and shrouded the bones in the grave.

Suddenly, everyone saw a shadowy figure floating out of the grave.

the ghosts of those victims.

Either the demons of the Black Lotus Sect haven’t had time to enslave these ghosts, or they have been rescued.

The ghost floated out of the grave, and bowed to the monk Ma and all the red-clothed messengers to thank him.

Seeing this, the red-clothed messengers quickly tidied up their clothes, made a solemn expression, and gave a serious salute.

In this figure, everyone also saw a bald head in a tattered monk’s robe.

It is the Daoming monk.

On the thin face of Monk Daoming, there was no sadness and grief, but a smile.

He bowed to everyone in the eleven salute, and although he did not open his mouth to make a sound, everyone seemed to hear him reciting Amitabha.

Later, under the leadership of Monk Daoming, these figures turned around and set foot on the Huangquan Road to the Nether.

Suddenly, everyone heard Monk Daoming’s unpleasant voice, singing a ditty in the night wind:

“I worship Buddha in the east, and I worship Buddha in the west. Where is there a Buddha? You look for a Buddha, and he finds a Buddha. It’s better to cultivate yourself to become a Buddha. I cultivate a Buddha, and he cultivates a Buddha. Who can achieve the righteous fruit? There are Buddhas and demons in the world. All the devils do it by themselves. If you do good deeds, you will become a Buddha, and if you have evil thoughts together, you will become a devil. If you don’t benefit from yourself, you will become a Buddha. If you harm others and benefit yourself, you will become a devil.

After everyone heard this song, some people looked contemplative, such as Cui Youkui, Cen Biqing, etc.; some people looked blank, such as Gunshan Jun who was dedicated to pursuing merit.

Monk Ma suddenly had a lot of insights in his heart. He folded his hands together, recited Amitabha, and bowed and said, “Thank you Zen master for your guidance.”

From monk Ma to Buddha light, it became brighter and more peaceful, illuminating the dark and secluded Huangquan Road for the souls of monk Daoming and all the victims.

Zhu Xiucai looked at his good partner, who became like the golden arhats in the temple. He couldn’t help swallowing and asked aloud, “I said monk, don’t you want to become a Buddha?”

Monk Ma shook his head, as if he was answering Zhu Xiucai’s words, but also as if he was making a big wish for himself: “Only when all sentient beings are saved can we attain Bodhi.”

“All sentient beings are saved? As long as all sentient beings are still alive, it will be difficult to save all…”

Zhu Xiucai grunted softly.

Although he admired this great wish from Monk Ma, he also felt regretful.

Because Monk Ma made this great wish, I am afraid that even if he reaches the realm of cultivation in the future, it will be difficult for him to become a Buddha.

“nothing.”

Gun Shanjun didn’t know when he ran to Zhu Xiucai’s side, stretched out his bear paw and patted him on the shoulder, comforting: “Master monk can’t become a Buddha, but I have hope to be a mountain god. When I become a mountain god, You must be sealed as a land.”

Zhu Xiucai glanced at him and said: “When you become a mountain god, let’s talk about these words. Also, the mountain **** and the land seem to be at the same level? Even if a monk can’t become a Buddha, he still has hope if he cultivates into an Arhat or a Bodhisattva, but isn’t he much more powerful than you, a little mountain god?”

“That’s not necessarily true.” Lord Gunshan grinned, “Isn’t Lord Taishanfu also a mountain god? If I can reach the level of his old man, I won’t be better than any Arhat or Bodhisattva?”

“Taishan Fujun? Although it is the **** of Mount Tai, can it be the same as ordinary mountain gods? You iron-eating beast, really dare to think.”

Zhu Xiucai was taken aback by the lofty goals of Mr. Rolling Mountain.

Gun Shanjun smiled: “Is there always a dream, what if one day it will come true?”

“But you’re not a dream, it’s a daydream!” Zhu Xiucai gave Gun Shanjun a blank look and said angrily.

Immediately, he murmured in his heart: “Looking at the monk’s appearance, in the future, if you go to places like brothels and sand dance houses, it’s better not to call him. It’s not that he is afraid that he will be polluted. He has a firm Buddha heart. He recites Buddha in those places, and everyone’s heart is like a still water, how can he still have fun?”

Qin Shaoyou ignored the surprises and discussions of several of his subordinates.

At this moment, he has regained some vitality, and the red-clothed messenger who happened to execute the execution also slashed the black lotus sect Bodhisattva almost, leaving only one breath left to hang.

So he paused breathing and breathing, got up, took the knife handed to him by the red-clothed messenger, stabbed it into the exposed heart of the Black Lotus Sect Bodhisattva with a puff.

The blood gas turned into a sword intent and rushed out, only to hear a few muffled ‘puffs’, then the heart was twisted into mud, and the Black Lotus Sect Bodhisattva screamed and died.

In the next instant, the soul of the Black Lotus Sect Bodhisattva flew out of the corpse, and hurriedly fled towards the mountain.

Qin Shaoyou naturally wouldn’t let him escape, he patted the mandarin duck pot and shouted, “Come to my pot!”

This black lotus sect Bodhisattva should have cultivated the spirit and turned into a ghost, and it is much stronger than the ghost of a newly dead person.

Not only did he instigate ghosts and want to resist the soul of the mandarin duck pot, but he also opened his mouth and let out a terrified scream.

Perhaps because of the strong spirit, what he shouted was not nonsense, but human words:

“I don’t want to go into your pot! You’re not a pot, it’s Avici Hell and Cracking Great Red Lotus Hell! I don’t want to go to hell! I’m a Bodhisattva, I should go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and I should enjoy endless happiness…”