Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"I have seen Wang Jia!"

When Chen Luo walked out of the hall, the majestic Prajna Nara Bodhisattva stood up and saluted, but looked at Chen Luo with a curious look in his eyes.

Chen Luo had been coughing all his life, hurriedly walked to the main seat and sat down, changed the subject and said, "I wonder what the Bodhisattva wants to do with this king?"

Speaking of the business, Prajna Nara Bodhisattva's face became solemn, and he bowed again and said, "The poor monk is here for this matter."

Saying that, Prajna Nara Bodhisattva had a hand in the depths, with the palm facing upwards, and streaks of golden air rose up from the palm of the Bodhisattva, and soon the golden air slowly condensed, and finally the golden light flashed, condensing a string. Golden rosary.

Then the golden light dissipated, and the golden rosary quickly faded, turning into an ordinary rosary and falling on the palm of Prajna Nara Bodhisattva.

Chen Luo glanced at it intently, isn't this the string of rosary beads that absorbed the pain in Jizo Tathagata's body and let Jizo Tathagata regain his short-term sobriety?

"This is the Buddha's treasure that the Tathagata of the previous generation carried, and this trip is to give this thing to Wang Jia."

Chen Luo was taken aback.

What do I want this rosary for?

It seems that Jizo Tathagata needs this more than himself, right?

Seeing Chen Luo's expression, Prajna Nara Bodhisattva smiled lightly and explained: "This thing was originally related to Wang Jia. It's just that I didn't expect Wang Jia to enter the underworld in such a state."

"I originally thought it was a ghost creature."

"After confirming Wang Jia's identity, in the past few days, I have re-sacrificed this Buddha treasure to match Wang Jia's yang body identity!"

"Now that the sacrifice is completed, Prajna Rott is here to present the treasure!"

Chen Luo was even more puzzled when he heard Prajnaara Bodhisattva's words: "Confirm your identity?"

"Confirm my identity?"

Chen Luo was confused, did you confirm Wang Jia? Dafeng Dynasty is full of kings here!

Or is it your own New Buddha Avenue? That's not right, that's what happened after I returned to the world this time!

But before Chen Luo guessed for too long, Prajna Nara Bodhisattva gave the answer: "Naturally, it is confirmed that Wang Jia is... the owner of Mount Sumeru!"

Chen Luo was startled, Mount Sumeru!

Come, come, the hole dug by the Ksitigarbha Tathagata in front is going to be filled here!

"Please tell the Bodhisattva in detail!"

Prajna Nara Bodhisattva nodded lightly and said, "Buddha established the Buddha's way, built the six paths of reincarnation, and made a great wish to cross the sea of ​​suffering."

"However, there are always people in the world who have deep sins and heavy karma, and the Buddha's heart is compassionate, but it cannot be generalized."

"In Buddhism, there are Bodhisattvas with low eyebrows, and there are also Vajra with angry eyes."

"If you want to enter reincarnation, you need to cleanse your sins in this life."

"Wang Jia thought, what should I do?"

Chen Luo raised his brows. These monks always started asking questions while they were talking.

Can you finish it all at once?

If this is written, even if it is for narrative rhythm, it will be scolded again.

"If it were in the human world, it would be nothing but the punishment of the law."

"If the law is clear, the people will be safe; if the law is upright, the people will be peaceful."

"If the punishment is severe, the wicked will be jealous; if the punishment is severe, the wicked will fear."

"The wicked, there should be a tough grind!"

Prajna Nara Bodhisattva nodded in relief: "Wang Jia, see you!"

"My Buddha also thinks so."

Having said that, Prajna Nara Bodhisattva held up the string of rosary beads and said, "Wang Jia came from the world, and he naturally knows the way of practice of the fake Buddhas in the White Lotus Pure Land."

"The so-called Buddhist country is half in the human world and half in the underworld. The deity and the law are separated from each other, so they can travel between the underworld and the human world."

"But it was originally the Dharma door of my central whirling pure land. It's just that I lost the avenue to the sky, so the real Buddha can't be seen in the world!"

"After the Dao cut the sea of ​​blood, my whirling pure land can no longer sense the human world. However, although the Dao is broken, some treasures are still preserved."

"For example, Mount Sumeru!"

When Chen Luo heard the words, his face became serious: "You mean, Mount Sumeru is... half?"

Prajna Bodhisattva nodded with a smile: "Yes, that is half of the human world, and the other half is here."

Saying that, he handed the rosary in his hand to Chen Luo.

Chen Luo took the rosary and gently stroked the rosary with his hand.

This is a very large string of rosary beads, which are worn on the wrist, of which there are only eighteen beads...

Eighteen!

Chen Luo was shocked, and quickly released his mind to investigate the rosary, then raised his head, looked at Prajna Bodhisattva in surprise, and said, "Eighteen levels of hell!"

Prajna Nara Bodhisattva nodded: "One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. Each of these eighteen rosary beads is a hell, and the rope that connects the rosary beads is the essence of my Buddhism."

"Although the eighteen layers of hells are heavy, they fill me with the meaning of Buddhism and Purdue. One is to warn people not to do evil things, otherwise they will inevitably suffer the consequences in hell. Reincarnated and reincarnated."

"It's just that the building tree collapsed, the two worlds were separated, and the cycle of reincarnation was cut off, and this treasure was useless."

Chen Luo looked at the **** rosary in his hand, and was even more puzzled, and asked: "Since it has lost its effect, what are you giving it to me?"

"One, although **** has lost its effect of cleansing sins, it is still a treasure of punishment. Now Wang Jia takes over the prison and opens the underworld. This treasure is a congratulatory gift from the Central Pure Land."

"Entering the eighteen layers of **** will not reduce the lifespan of ghosts, nor damage the spiritual light of living beings."

Chen Luo heard the words and nodded. He understands the situation of the bottomless prison, and it is no different from ordinary prisons, it is nothing more than imprisonment.

But after hearing Prajnaara Bodhisattva say this, I understood.

I mean it's fine, it's fine!

Chen Luo immediately had an arrangement in his mind.

Before reincarnation was rebuilt, the bottomless prison was used as a civil prison, and criminal ghosts all went to hell.

Really evil ghost, should go to the eighteen layers of hell.

"Second..." Prajna Nara Bodhisattva spoke again and said, "Although the cycle of reincarnation is broken, the rosary of **** and Mount Sumeru are still two sides of one body, and there is still a connection."

"There are Buddhist methods in the eighteen layers of **** to save evil thoughts. After those evil thoughts are saved, they will produce the power to reverse the cycle of samsara."

"With this power, the Lord of Mount Sumeru can give it away—return to the sun!"

Chen Luo suddenly stood up: "Return to the sun!"

He is now in the Netherworld, what is the biggest difficulty?

Isn't it still sunny?

"Really?" Chen Luo stepped forward and confirmed again in a deep voice.

"Well...this..." Prajna Nara Bodhisattva was stunned.

It's broken, ignoring that the king of Fengdu is a male body.

Bull bragging early.

"Calm down, Wang Jia!" Prajna Nara Bodhisattva explained quickly, "If the two worlds are linked, and the reincarnation is still there, naturally, you can send people back to Yang!"

"This is the unique method of the Lord of Mount Sumeru!"

"Just now, I'm afraid it won't work!"

Chen Luo: (??へ??╬)

Do you play fools?

Really want to open the National Anti-Fraud Center app.

"However!" Seeing Chen Luo's disdainful eyes, Prajna Nara Bodhisattva quickly raised his voice and said, "Since Wang Jia is the master of Mount Sumeru, then this power has two uses for Wang Jia."

"First, below the super-quality, where Mount Sumeru is located, it can absorb the soul of the deceased, so that the soul of the deceased will not be taken away by the long river of living beings."

"With the power of reversal, the memory of the guardian soul will not be lost, and it will go straight to the underworld!"

"Just like the white lotus pure land today, like the ancient Buddhist sects of the past, they practiced by receiving the merits and virtues of the incense in the world."

Um?

Chen Luo suddenly remembered that when he had just refined Mount Sumeru, he knew that Mount Sumeru had a wonderful use, that is, for all souls planted in Mount Sumeru, the soul would return to Mount Sumeru after death.

Emotions are a prerequisite!

The real role is the reincarnation vip channel?

Let’s be reasonable, if the Emperor Lin’s Avenue is successful, the two worlds are reconnected, and reincarnation is revolving, then this thing can be… FUCK!

A word popped out of Chen Luo's mind, startling Chen Luo.

City God!

Chen Luo's heart moved. At this moment, he thought of the Confucian bone temple in Taiping City, and thought of the many human soldiers who died under the barbarian sky.

If they can protect their souls, if they are willing to reincarnate, they will arrange a rich and noble life to send them to their reincarnation; if they are willing to continue to protect the human world, they will seal the city **** and become a yin god.

How wonderful!

Seeing Chen Luo's eyes lit up, Prajna Nara Bodhisattva knew that this Wang Jia must be thinking about something important, and quickly reminded, "Wang Jia, the power of reversal is limited, and the load should not be exceeded, otherwise the Buddha treasure will collapse."

"Understood, I understand!" Chen Luo replied with a smile.

Something is better than nothing.

Knowing this effect, Chen Luo looked at the **** rosary, and it was pleasing to the eye.

Seeing Chen Luo's appearance, Prajna Nara Bodhisattva said again, "There is one more thing, please listen to Wang Jia."

"Although the two worlds are now falling apart, Emperor Lin's life and death road has not yet been completed."

"But if there is enough reversal power, it can also form a boundary channel, going straight to Fangcun Mountain, and Wang Jia can return to the world with the **** rosary."

"Remember, only the Lord of Mount Sumeru can do it."

Chen Luo looked at Prajna Nara Bodhisattva, and after a while, he nodded, put his hands together, and saluted, "Thank you."

Prajna Nara Bodhisattva's meaning is very clear, even if Lin Huang did not succeed, he still has a way back to the human world.

"No need to thank you." Prajna Nara shook his head, "This is a treasure that can only be used by the Lord of Mount Sumeru. We are just gifting it to those who are destined."

"However, Mount Sumeru has been destroyed. Your Excellency is replanting the mountain with the core of Mount Sumeru. Therefore, the urging should not be too frequent, in case Mount Sumeru can't bear it!"

"Understood!" Chen Luo nodded.

This is a kind of insurance, and I will not use it for a walk if I am fine.

"The treasure has been delivered, and the poor monk is saying goodbye. If Wang Jia has time to spare, he can sit in the central whirling pure land." After explaining everything, Prajna Nara Bodhisattva got up and bowed, ready to leave.

"Wait!" Chen Luo suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "The Pure Land gave me such a treasure, how could I not return the gift?"

After speaking, Chen Luo flicked his sleeves, and a desk appeared in front of Chen Luo.

"The new chapter of "Journey to the West" was sent to His Majesty by Sister Shangguan. Prajna Bodhisattva will wait a moment, and I will write another copy. You can take it with you to read it on the road, and it will be a pastime."

Prajna Nara Bodhisattva smiled lightly, and said, "The poor monk thanked me for being able to obtain the real work of Wang Jia."

Chen Luo waved his hand, quickly picked up the pen, and started writing.

At first, Prajna Buddha was still standing beside Chen Luo with a smile, watching Chen Luo write, but as Chen Luo wrote down, his expression became more and more serious, and his eyes became brighter.

"Using Buddha Avenue? Good! Good! Good!"

"Jin Chanzi, tenth generation practice? Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Sanzang Zhenjing? Not bad! Not bad!"

"Great Mercy and Great Compassion to save the suffering and save Avalokitesvara! This...this...this is the appearance of a Buddha!"

"Journey to the West, Journey to the West, it turned out to be a study of scriptures from the West!"

"This "Journey to the West" really has something to do with my Buddha!"

"Unparalleled Great Demon? Who could this be?"

"Huh? If you want to know what will happen next, you can eavesdrop on the next analysis... These two sentences, shouldn't it be..." Prajna Nara Bodhisattva suddenly woke up from the writing and looked at Chen Luo, "Wang Jia, what are you doing? mean?"

"Go on! Who can read so many words."

"Are you afraid that I can't pay you to read the article in the Pure Land?"

After speaking, the Bodhisattva took off the rosary from his neck and put it on the desk: "This thing, the poor monk has never left his body since he entered Buddhism, and now it is a treasure of the five declines!"

"Write another chapter, and this will belong to the king!"

Chen Luo glanced at the five treasures of decline and put down the pen indifferently.

An Neng breaks his eyebrows and bends his waist to work for the powerful, which makes me unhappy.

"Every time I write this article, it takes endless evolutionary power."

"It's really only here today."

Seeing Chen Luo's resolute attitude, Prajna Dora Bodhisattva woke up, and hurriedly saluted and apologized: "Sin and sin, Wang Jia's article involves a lot of Buddhism, causing the poor monk's mood to be turbulent, and he actually gave birth to a heart of greed, hatred and delusion."

"It really shouldn't be."

"The poor monk will set off here and send this article back to the Pure Land."

"Also ask Wang Jiaqin to work hard and write the scriptures as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, this article also involves His Majesty's avenue of life and death, and this king will naturally take it to heart." Chen Luo smiled and nodded.

When Prajna Nara Bodhisattva heard the words, his expression also loosened, he carefully put away the manuscript, looked back at Chen Luo who was serving tea and drinking water, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Wang Jia, Yuanyang's recuperation matters, I also have some ways of Buddhism..."

Chen Luo suddenly put the teacup on the king's table: "Bodhisattva, this king will not give it away!"

At the end, Chen Luo thought for a while, and then instructed: "Don't talk nonsense after the Bodhisattva returns to the Pure Land, it's just a joke between Sister Shangguan and me."

"Don't worry, the poor monk will definitely keep his mouth shut!" Prajna Nara Bodhisattva seemed to understand something, gave Chen Luo a wise look, turned into a golden light, and disappeared in front of Chen Luo.

Chen Luo: ('';)?

Does he really understand?

...

Southern Wilderness, Mighty Tiger Mountain.

"Go back to Your Majesty, that Bai Mo has been staying on Fangcun Mountain since he broke through the Great Sage, and has not gone out." The secret guard commander in the shadow asked Feng Nanzhi, who was sitting on the soft collapse, "Do you need to go further? , arrange the eyeliner to enter Fangcun Mountain?"

"Did you arrange to go in?" Feng Nanzhi let out a cold snort, and waved his hand a little irritably, "Just watch Fangcunshan, don't startle the snake."

"Yes!"

"Retreat." Feng Nanzhi instructed lightly, and the leader of the secret guard responded and retreated.

Seeing the Secret Guard retreat~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Feng Nanzhi stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the starry sky outside the window.

At this time, in the night of the Southern Wilderness, there was a faint layer of blood pervading the sky. There seemed to be many more stars in the sky, and the moon hanging on the horizon was extraordinarily bright.

If you let go of your divine sense and feel it carefully, you can find that at this time in Nanhuang, countless monsters are breaking through the realm.

Perhaps it has something to do with the books circulating on Fangcun Mountain, but there is another, more important factor.

The tide of blood is getting closer.

If the tide of blood is a big wave, then it is the moist air that the tide is about to come.

"Ancestral Demon Realm!" Feng Nanzhi looked at the sky, stunned for a rare moment, raised one hand unconsciously, and pressed her lower abdomen.

"It's time to make a decision!" Feng Nanzhi murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

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