Chapter 183: Meat skeleton!

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It is windy at night.
The lights in the hall flickered.
Only the flames on the ground that burned on the flesh and blood, the strong wind couldn't move a bit, the red flames scorched, and the whole hall was stained with a scorching blood.
The monks looked solemn.
Bai Guzi asked, "Dare to ask the abbot, where is the brother Jie Bodhi?"
This question is actually asking where the body of Jie Bodhi is.
"This is the only thing left."
The abbot pointed to the burning flesh and blood, sighing, and said: "If you only focus on cultivating the closed mantra, regardless of the life and death of the same mentor, I am afraid that you will not be able to catch up with this last journey."
That mass of flesh and blood is gradually withering.
It means that before the bodhisattva is dying, the martial arts energy and blood poured into the flesh and blood has been almost consumed.
Bai Gu Zi walked towards the flame.
Zizi...
The sound of burning in the flame made the bones listen very absorbingly, staring at the scarlet flame with scorching eyes, and finally reached out his hand.
Bai Gu Zi has beautiful eyes and looks, and he is regarded as the best-looking monk in the entire Nether Temple. Coupled with the beauty-preserving technique, he is only in his twenties, with red lips and white teeth. He is well maintained. Even his palm that stretched out towards the flames was smooth and delicate, and it was almost the same as the delicate hands of those aristocratic ladies.
"stop it now!"
"White bone, do you want to die?"
"Jie Bodhi is burned by the flames, and the flames are as deep as bone marrow, and they cannot be extinguished. The monks in my Nether Temple are all gathered here, but there is no way to deal with this kind of flame."
"Quickly stop!"
The monks yelled and screamed, extremely anxious.
A few people wanted to rush forward and pulled the bones away from Chi Yan, but they were worried that the bones would be ignited by the flames, causing those who pulled him to catch fire, so they held back.
Bai Guzi turned a deaf ear to the yells of the people, still maintaining the motion of extending his hand, his palms were steady, and gradually moved closer to the flames.
"Why?"
The abbot scanned the crowd and said coldly: "I wait for the Buddhist disciples to visit Zen rituals on weekdays. The word'meditation' should be kept in mind. You are waiting among the teachers, and your seniority is not low, why is your concentration so low?"
The monks shut up.
The abbot turned around and stared at the bones.
The palm of Bai Gu Zi was still about a foot away from the flame, and the high temperature of the flame had ignited Bai Gu Zi's fingertips.
Huhu!
The flames rose up, wrapped the palms of the bones, and quickly spread to the arms.
"It's really amazing!"
The white bones shouted violently, the arm that was not on fire, like a bolt of lightning, fell on the arm of the fired arm, pinching the flesh, and pulling it down quickly.
Hiss!
It sounded like a cracked silk.
The white bones were like tearing apart a piece of cloth, tearing open the burning arm, even the leather belt, and tossed it to the ground quickly.
In this way, there are two flames on the ground.
That old fire came from Jie Bodhi.
The new flame comes from bones.
"Amitabha, good and good."
Bai Gu Zi raised two palms, one with flesh and blood intact, and the other with only the dense white bones. The palms were folded in front of the chest. The monks in the temple applied a very standard Buddhist principle, saying: "Jie Bodhi In his whole life, my younger brother was obsessed with enlightenment. Born in martial arts and died in martial arts, it is considered a worthy death. Nowadays, Jie Bodhi can die in such a flame, even though death is glorious, why should you put on a sad face ?"
The monks were silent for a while.
Bai Guzi looked at the monks, and finally fixed his gaze on a fat monk, and asked, "Is there any change in the first seat of Jixiangtang in the past six months?"
The fat monk shook his head and said, "I have always been a poor monk."
Bone bone said: "The poor monk is hungry."
The fat monk hurriedly said: "If you are hungry, you will naturally want to eat. I dare to ask brother, what do you want to eat for this meal?"
Bai Gu Zi raised his palm, looked at the bones, and said, "As the saying goes, what to eat to make up."
The fat monk turned and left, and quickly returned to the main hall with a basket of ingredients. They were all bear paws and tiger claws, which were obviously just chopped off, and blood was dropping ticking.
Bai Gu Zi picked up a bear paw, put it to his mouth, and blew it lightly. A flame burst out of his mouth, which made the hair on the bear paw clean. Then he opened his mouth to bite, and he ate.
In an instant.
An elder brother weighing five or six kilograms was eaten cleanly by Baiguzi, and Baiguzi's fleshless arm was regrowing flesh and skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In a while.
A basket of bloody food was completely eaten by the bones.
After eating.
The palm is completely restored to its original appearance.
Bai Gu Zi lifted the palm that had just recovered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then a ball of flame emerged from his palm, burning the blood between the palms of his fingers to dryness, as if his palm was just burned, his arm was torn, and the raw meat was gnawed. Grow flesh and blood again... This series of things has never happened.
"Everyone, go back."
Bai Guzi waved his hand to the monks.
The monks looked at the abbot and saw that the abbot didn't say much, they stopped saying more and left one after another.
In the main hall, only Bai Gu Zi and the abbot were left standing among many Buddha statues. Their monk robes were clean and bright, and their faces were all majestic and solemn. Because Bai Gu Zi had a handsome face, his lips were red and his teeth were white, he looked like this. A reincarnated Buddha is so impressive at first glance.
"Dare to ask the abbot."
The bones bowed and saluted, and said, "Is the life of the little monk important?"
The abbot nodded.
Bai Guzi pointed to himself, then pointed to the two red flames that were extinguishing on the ground, and asked: "For the Nether Temple, is the life of the little monk important, or is this flame important?"
This question stopped the abbot.
There are many disciples of this generation of Netherworld Temple, and there are also many with extraordinary talents. Among them, the most outstanding are just two, one is Precept Bodhi and the other is White Bones.
Jie Bodhi is dead.
What should the inheritance of Nether Temple do if Bai Gu Zi died?
Who will inherit the martial art of Nether Temple?
This question caused the abbot of Netherworld Temple to frown and ponder for a while, and finally said: "Amitabha! This fire is related to my Buddha. If this method can fall into the hands of my Nether Temple, my Nether Temple will from then on, It will prosper ten times, a hundred times, or even thousands of times."
"One day, you and I will break through the void and ascend to the upper realm. Those seniors who have been ascending for many years in the division will be extremely relieved to see such a method."
"If you go one step further, become a Buddha on the spot, and see Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, you will surely admire them!"