Chapter 184: Tirthika

Shattered Void, Juxia soars!
After ascending, meet the Buddha!
Bai Gu Zi suddenly raised his head, staring at the largest Buddha statue in the temple, his blazing eyes were a bit blurred.
At this glance, the white bones seemed to see the picture of standing in front of the Buddha and discussing the Tao with the Buddha countless years later.
How exciting!
The Buddhist teachings are inherited in the Nether Temple, and the most important goal of the disciples in the Nether Temple is the word "Buddha" in the martial arts journey?
Even if the bones are most interested in the practice of martial arts, but the cultivation of the mind through Buddhism, they are ultimately inseparable from the word "Buddha".
For Buddhist disciples, this is the best destination.
"Good, good."
Bai Guzi sighed: "The abbot's words are extremely reasonable."
The abbot lightly nodded and nodded, and said: "This seat is a land immortal and has a high level of standing in the world. If you take it easily, you will inevitably be told that I am bullying the small. But you are different. You are the younger disciple of this seat. It's just right for you to come forward."
A hint of coldness flashed in Bai Guzi's eyes, and said, "Unfortunately, the disciple is only a person in the tenth realm of martial arts, and his cultivation is still under the master of Buddhism. If the disciple is burned on his body, he will definitely die."
The abbot pointed to the two blazing fires still burning on the ground, and smiled and said: "This fire burns to death or Bodhi, but it can't burn your bones. The strength of martial arts is not only based on the cultivation base, in addition to the cultivation base, there are also secret treasures. , Mystery and other methods, the human heart is more important than the means. Comparing with you, Buddhism is only slightly better than you. Except for the cultivation of martial arts, Buddhism is not as good as you. This matter is in my mind. , It's clear."
Bai Gu Zi closed his eyes and thought intently.
The body of Jie Bodhi is not cold, and even the remaining mass of flesh and blood has not been extinguished, but the abbot can point to the burning fire of flesh and blood, his face is full of smiles...
Such behavior, if it were in the orthodox sect, would definitely make the disciple of the disciple feel chilling.
However, the Netherworld Temple is by no means decent.
It's just a side-line, where is it necessary to be like a decent sect, where you have to worry about everything, whether it is crying or laughing, you have to consider other people's ideas?
The abbot doesn't care about that much.
The bones didn't mind at all.
After a long while.
Bai Guzi opened his eyes and said, "If the disciple escapes back to the Netherworld Temple, can the abbot keep the disciple's life?"
The abbot said: "As a land immortal, although you can't run out at will to bully the big and the small, at most you can condense the martial art figure with the Buddha nature, and help you out of the air. However, if someone else comes to the door, If you enter the Netherworld Temple, if you don't make a move personally, wouldn't it make the world laugh?"
The hall gradually darkened.
The red light dissipated.
The two blood-red flames finally burned to the end.
The ground of the main hall was originally made of black jade. The jade was extremely hard and difficult to ignite, but it was burnt through two gaps about the size of a basket, which was very eye-catching.
Bai Gu Zi stared at the gap in the ground, his eyes glowing.
The abbot asked: "Bone bones, I will ask you, don't you want such a flame?"
Hearing this, Bai Gu Zi raised his eyebrows.
"This thing..."
Bai Gu Zi took a long sigh and said in deep thought, "We have a destiny with my Buddha!"
The abbot folded his hands together and chanted Amitabha, his face was full of smiles, and said, "That's right."
Bai Guzi's complexion was deep, and he began to inquire about the origin of the flame.
The ins and outs of the matter are unknown to the bones.
Since the monk started fighting for half a year, he has been unable to retreat. He has been practicing the closed mantra and has no contact with the outside world. Since we have been isolated from the world for so long, how can we know what happened to the bodhisattva?
The abbot said: "In Fenghua Street, there is a Chen Mansion. It was originally the mansion bestowed by the emperor to the previous crown prince, Chen Dafu. Over the years, it has been occupied by Barutu, the nephew of Ba Jitian, a scholar of the Ministry of Industry. Until now, Chen Xinglie, the descendant of the Chen scholar, returned to the capital..."
The abbot whispered and talked about what happened in Fenghua Street.
Bai Guzi listened quietly and asked, "Where is Chen Xinglie's origin, where did he go to the sect, and who is his disciple?"
The abbot shook his head and said, "Can't find out."
Bai Guzi asked again: "Is it impossible to find out Chen Xinglie's whereabouts in recent years?"
The abbot said: "I can't find out either."
Bai Guzi narrowed his eyes, and said, "Qin Wannian is the chief inspector of the spy and admiral. Since he is in Chen Xinglie's mansion, he must have a close relationship with Chen Xinglie. The imperial spy blocked the news. We can't find out the news, and it is reasonable. However. , Qin Wannian came from the door of the tongueless old eunuch, the tongueless old must know about this, but he will let it go..."
The abbot frowned and asked, "You mean, this matter has nothing to do with the old steward in the palace because it has no tongue?"
Bai Guzi nodded and said, "I'm afraid that Qin Wannian went to Chen Xinglie's mansion, and it was the order of the old eunuch."
The abbot's eyes suddenly became complicated.
But after a while, the abbot laughed instead and said: "This seat is just talking casually, but you can figure out so many things! As expected, your brother or sister is just cultivating in the martial arts. , Half better than you. Except for martial arts cultivation, Jie Bodhi is not at all comparable to you."
The white bones look should not be.
Even if the abbot no matter how much praise, this beautiful and delicate white bone is still not shocked.
Bai Guzi stood in front of the Buddha statue, pondered for a moment, and said, "The disciple is gone."
The abbot waved his hand.
Facing the Buddha statue, Bai Guzi knelt down, three knees and nine knocks respectfully, then turned and left, his big sleeves fluttered and disappeared into the depths of the Netherworld Temple.
There are many clouds at night.
After a while, a cloud floated over the Netherworld Temple, blocking the stars and moonlight, and shrouded the Netherworld Temple in darkness.
Nether Mountain in the north corner of the imperial city, you can't see your fingers.
Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Bai Gu Zi quickly flew out of the Netherworld Temple, an ups and downs, already fell outside the imperial city, walked slowly in the streets and alleys, after walking a few streets, Bai Gu Zi's dress and appearance, All have changed.
He is no longer a delicate monk.
The head was covered with hair, tied into a very ordinary scholar bun, he was wearing a moon-white robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, and even carrying a box on his back.
The box is a book box.
Those scholars who came to Beijing for examinations in the Great King Dynasty were generally just like bones, carrying a bookcase with some books hidden in them, reviewing their homework from time to time, just for the title of the gold list during the examination.
Bai Guzi carried the bookcase on his back and walked.
Not long.
Bai Gu Zi came to Fenghua Street and found an inn to stay...