Chapter 182: Buddha moves the heart

Zen incense lingers in the temple.
The Queen Mother turned to face the Buddha statue, stretched her palm to the shrine, touched a handful of incense ash, squeezed gently, and the incense ash on the tips of her fingers gradually spilled.
"If there is such a flame in this palace, let alone this kind of ashes that cannot be on fire or burned, even the clouds above the nine heavens and the cloudy wind in can burn clean!"
The queen mother rubbed her fingers lightly, her voice full of sorrow.
The abbot lowered his head and read the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
The queen mother asked in a deep voice: "You really don't want it?"
The hall was brightly lit.
On the shrine in front of the Buddha statue, there was a light made of a mixture of whale and dragon beast grease. It was very bright. The light shone on the abbot, and the gold thread embroidered on the robe was shining brightly. The treasure looks exceptionally solemn.
"Such a flame..."
The abbot suddenly raised his head, staring at the Buddha statue in front of him, his eyes burning, and said, "Who doesn't want it?"
The queen mother smiled and said: "That's right."
The abbot sighed: "The monks don’t talk, how can the poor monk tell lies in front of the Buddha. The flames that rushed out of Chen Xinglie’s mansion were so powerful that the poor monks were shaken by observing from a distance. I feel that the soul is so hot that there is almost no fire spontaneously. Such a flame is so mysterious. When the Buddha was young, before he became a Buddha, if he saw this flame tonight, he would inevitably be moved, let alone the poor monk?"
At this point, the abbot put his hands together.
"it is good!"
The queen mother nodded contentedly and said: "However, this matter..."
Halfway through this, the Queen Mother stopped talking.
The abbot added: "This matter needs a long-term discussion."
The queen mother smiled and asked: "You are the most outstanding disciple of the next generation of Nether Temple, Ji Bodhi, do you still care?
The abbot shook his head and sighed, and said, "The poor monk has already read the scriptures, so he has a clear conscience. You can tell me, if you want to seek that kind of arson, how should you act?"
The queen mother said: "Let's listen to my palace carefully..."
The two were whispering.
As everyone knows, in the small courtyard of the forbidden harem not far away, the tongueless old held a bronze mirror and saw all the plans of the two in his eyes. Although he could not hear the voice from the two people, he passed his lips. The language, repeating all the words, the tone is vivid.
After half an hour.
The two discussed the matter.
The abbot turned and left the main hall and Buddhist hall, and flew towards the Netherworld Temple.
Tongueless was hiding in the large array of the small courtyard in the forbidden area, holding the bronze mirror in his hand, but his eyes were full of disappointment, and he muttered: "I left so soon tonight and didn't even stay overnight. Is this old bald donkey? Has the kidney been weakened due to overwork these days?"
The North Point of the Imperial City.
Nether Temple.
The lights in the temple are dim, and the Sanskrit sings.
In the Daxiong Hall, Jie Bodhi was sitting with his head down, and the crimson flame on his body was gradually extinguishing, and the vitality in Jie Bodhi was also going to the final stage of dying along with the flame.
Only the mass of flesh and blood that Bodhi had torn off earlier was still burning with flames. Only when the blood in the flesh and blood was completely consumed, would the fire be truly extinguished.
"Amitabha……"
The abbot chanted the Buddha's name, galloped from the air, fell into the temple, and said to the precepts Bodhi: "This seat is doing my best."
Jie Bodhi trembled all over, like raising his head and looking at the Buddha statue in the main hall, but there was only a slight clicking sound between his neck. It was obvious that his body was burnt and carbonized and he could not raise his head.
"You can go with peace of mind."
The abbot sighed, took out a string of Buddhist beads from his sleeve, fiddled with it a few times, and when he spoke again, what he said in his mouth was a rebirth curse that was beyond death.
Click...
The sound of rotten wood collapsing sounded from Jie Bodhi.
Nanming Lihuo quickly went out at this moment.
The body of Jie Bodhi collapsed, disintegrated into a cloud of black smoke, and fell rapidly. During the process of falling, the smoke and dust was burned by the afterglow of Nanming Lihuo. In the end, no dust was left, just like the person of Jie Bodhi. Never appeared in this martial arts world, walked cleanly...
Only the burning flesh and blood in the Daxiong Hall is the final relic left by the Bodhi of Precepts.
The abbot stared at the scarlet flame, his eyes getting brighter.
"In the scriptures of my Buddha, there is a flame called'karma fire', but the color is different from this fire. This fire is as red as vermilion and bright red like fire. My Buddha's karma fire is red in color. black……"
"It's really amazing!"
"If the poor monk can comprehend this kind of sacred fire, wait for a few years to rise to the upper realm, and with the sacred fire controlled in his hand, even in the upper realm of the master like a cloud, it will be enough to settle down!"
The abbot's heart was hungry and thirst, but on the surface he was calm, leading the people in the temple, reciting the mantra of rebirth, and sending off the Bodhi Precepts.
Not long.
Overrun.
The abbot scanned the crowd and asked, "Where are the bones?"
A monk replied: "For half a year, Bai Guzi has been studying the Buddhist scriptures behind closed doors. It seems to be in retreat, and what he is closing is death. What he cultivates is closed mantra..."
The abbot's eyes sank, and he said, "There are so many Dharma, tens of thousands, why bother to the method of closing the mantra? Quickly find the bones, this seat has important things to tell him to do."
The monk took the order and left.
Bai Gu Zi soon came to the Daxiong Hall, without speaking, just folded his hands and bowed to the statue of Buddha in the temple. As for the abbot and other monks standing in the temple, Bai Gu Zi ignored it, as if there was only Buddha in the temple. The others are all illusory things.
The abbot frowned and said, "Just stop practicing."
Bai Guzi pursed his mouth and didn't speak, but shook his head.
With a flick of the abbot’s sleeves, his robes were hunting, and he said in a cold voice:
Now, my Nether Temple is already in the midst of a catastrophe, and it happens to be a human being. What kind of closed mantra do you cultivate? Do you know that when you came to the main hall? Before, your junior brother Jie Bodhi had already driven to Hexi."
Baiguzi's eyes trembled, and finally opened his mouth, saying, "Jie Bodhi's junior is extremely talented. He has already cultivated to the tenth state of martial arts. His body is like a dragon. As long as he doesn't meet a land god, who can kill him?"
This opening, the closed mantra of half a year of hard practice, broke the power.
In the tone of Bai Guzi's eyes, there was no sign of regret. It was as if he had never practiced this kind of Buddhist secret method, since he hadn't practiced, and now he's doing exercises, he naturally doesn't feel a pity.
"look."
The abbot pointed to the group of flesh and blood that was still burning, and said: "Although Jie Bodhi is like a dragon realm cultivation base, in front of such a flame, it is still fragile like a piece of paper.