Chapter 203: ?Playing in front of the Buddha Well, drawing a sword is Zen

Luo Hong has never forgotten his main purpose of coming to Wangchuan Temple.
Although many accidents occurred on the way, the bell was ringing, and the secret realm appeared, Luo Hong still insisted on his original purpose.
He came to see his seventh uncle, that is, the crazy seventh master Luo. In Luo Hong’s view, there might be some secrets in Luo Qi’s body. Otherwise, Zhenbei King did not have to take the crazy seventh master Luo. Sent to Wangchuan Temple.
Lonely, helpless, no one to take care of him, no one would know if Luo Qiye would suffer some torture in Wangchuan Temple.
All aspects of the situation gave Luo Hong a reason to want to see Luo Qiye.
Besides, Wangchuan Temple is here, so why don't you see it if you are on the way?
On the half-broken martial arts arena, the golden rain continued to fall, but gradually the vision had begun to converge and began to disappear gradually.
Master Farrow fell silent after hearing Luo Hong's inquiry and request.
The atmosphere is a bit weird.
After a long time, Master Farrow sighed: "It's okay to reason."
"However, Luo Shizhu, Luo Xiaobei's donor's seal matters have always been in charge of the Buddha head, but now, the Buddha head... is sealed, Luo Shizhu wants to meet Luo Xiaobei's donor side, it may not be that simple ."
Master Farrow said.
His words caused Luo Hong to raise his eyebrows.
There is a bit of playfulness and sneer on his face, and you want to make trouble again?
"On weekdays, I rarely go to the place where the Buddha Well is. Even if I do, I don't see Luo Xiaobei's donor."
"If Luo Shizhu really wants to see him, the poor monk will take Luo Shizhu to the Buddha well."
Master Farrow put his palms together and said seriously.
"Master Farrow, lead the way."
Luo Hong said lightly.
It turned out that the seal of Luo Qiye has always been controlled by the Buddha head. Now Luo Hong has no good feelings about the Buddha head. This Buddha head is an old pitman, and it is likely to be related to the Daxia Dynasty. .
Therefore, Luo Qiye might not stay very comfortable in Wangchuan Temple.
Thinking of this, Luo Hong couldn't help but condensed his eyes, then turned to the bottom of Wuliang Mountain and waved.
under.
Yuan Xinghe, Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei all climbed to the top of the mountain under Luo Hong's greeting.
The secret realm of the Ksitigarbha was closed and the head of the Buddha was suppressed. Although Wangchuan Temple initiated a blockade to prevent most of the first-grade masters from entering the temple, these three were all related to Luo Hong. Therefore, the Buddhist monks of Wangchuan Temple never stopped.
"Master Faluo, now it is considered to be deep into Wangchuan Temple, and I am worried about Wangchuan Temple's pit kill. Bringing three guardians should not be a problem."
Luo Hongdao.
Now that the Master has left, he has to find a good helper when he will fight.
Master Faluo heard this, his monk's robe swelled, and smiled bitterly: "Yes."
The name of Wangchuan Temple was ruined by the Buddha.
Yuan Xiazi, Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei, three first-class masters, followed Luo Hong.
Master Farrow is leading the way.
Underneath, many first-class masters were ready to move, and Wangchuan Temple's eight thousand years of Buddhist luck was beaten by the master with a punch. This is a big deal for the world's martial arts.
Wangchuan Temple may be seriously injured, and many practitioners want to explore the reality.
However, Wangchuan Temple was no longer hidden. One after another, the Taoist monks severely wounded the investigators who were carrying ghosts and re-protected the majesty of Wangchuan Temple.
And the fact that Master Faluo took Luo Hong to see Luo Qiye quickly spread.
Many powerhouses in the Great Xia Dynasty had their eyes flickering.
...
Wangchuan Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. There are dozens of Buddhist temples inside, and one small mountain peaks are interconnected. The Wuliang Mountain is very large and has many peaks. The place where the martial arts is located is the main peak, and behind the main peak, there are Many hidden peaks and ancient temples.
The position of the previous confrontation was on the main peak, but the mountain hidden behind it was not so magnificent.
However, there are still many ancient temples hidden in the dense forest.
After walking for a while, I came to an older temple.
The vermilion walls were covered with frost and moss, and the green plants grew crookedly, making the ancient temple shrouded in a lush greenery.
"The Buddha Well is a taboo place in Wangchuan Temple..."
Before arriving at this ancient temple, Master Faluo finally stopped, looked at Luo Hong and said.
"What is a forbidden place?"
Luo Hong stared at him and asked.
"You can understand the Buddha well as a cage, because it actually means the same thing as imprisonment in a cage, but in the Buddha well, you can always get the influence of the Buddha's aggregates, and the mind can be calm..."
"When the benefactor Luo Xiaobei came to Wangchuan Temple, he was disordered and extremely mad, and his meridian energy flowed backwards. It did not seem to be fake. Many people guessed that Luo Xiaobei was a fake mad and pretended to be mad, but actually... Many eminent monks have judged that Luo Xiaobei's donor is really crazy."
"Originally, the benefactor Luo Xiaobei did not enter the well, but later destroyed the wing and wounded several nursing monks...then he was placed into the well by the head of the Buddha."
Master Farrow said.
Luo Hong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this. He had also guessed whether Uncle Qi was fake madness, but now it seems that he may be really mad.
Because it's okay to hide from ordinary people, but it's difficult to hide from powerful monks who practice Buddha.
"Wangchuan Temple is not the main hall. There are 81 ancient temples and 81 Buddha wells. The Buddha wells are all gathered in the Buddha well hall and guarded by three old monks."
"And these three old monks... are extremely powerful and unfathomable. It is unknown how strong they are."
"Perhaps it is a first-class, maybe... it is a terrestrial wonderland that surpasses the first-class, it is all possible."
Master Farrow said to Luo Hong.
The words came out.
The expressions of Yuan Xiazi and others behind Luo Hong changed slightly.
Three old monks in the land fairy realm?
This Wangchuan Temple's background... is indeed terrifying. It is indeed an ancient temple that has existed for thousands of years, and can be called the power of the world's holy land alongside Kunlun Palace.
Although the head of the Buddha was sealed by Master Town, even though the Buddha's luck was broken for eight thousand years.
However, the background is still terrible.
Not to mention, Yuanshang, Faluo and other high-ranking monks who condense the fruit of Bodhisattva.
Wangchuan Temple has existed for such a long time, perhaps many monks in the land wonderland have been born, and there are many hidden.
Luo Hong leaned on the Ksitigarbha sword and looked at Master Faluo. What did he mean by this?
Warning?
After experiencing the Buddha's head, Luo Hong no longer trusts Wangchuan Temple.
Master Faluo looked at Luo Hong's vigilant eyes, folded his palms, sighed, his heart was so tired, he was just a kind reminder.
"Luo donor, Lao Na brings the donor here is the limit."
"Usually, if you want to enter the well of the Buddha, if there is an order from the head of the Buddha, the three seniors will do it. However, now, the head of the Buddha is sealed by the master, and no one in Wangchuan Temple can invite the three old monks unless it is confirmed. The next Buddha head, and the Buddha head has not fallen, so it is impossible for the next Buddha head to appear."
Master Farrow said.
He looked at Luo Hong with a little apologetic: "If Luo Shizhu wants to enter the Buddha Well and see Luo Xiaobei Shizhu, he may have to pass the approval of the three seniors."
As soon as this was said, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit cold.
Master Faluo is also helpless, the rules in the temple are like this, besides, the rules are not set by him.
"I, Luo Hong, come to Wangchuan Temple to see my Qi Uncle, but I still have to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one calamities?"
Luo Hong sneered.
He covered his chest. There, the human skin booklet was exuding warmth. Before, in the underground secret realm, Luo Hong had not had time to take a look.
Now, Luo Hong can't wait to solve the problem of Luo Qiye, find a place where no one is, and take care of the evil gains this time.
However, the monks of Wangchuan Temple played out one after another.
Luo Hong was also a little bit angry.
"At the beginning, the king of Zhenbei brought me Qibo here to take advantage of the cleanness of Wangchuan Temple to calm Qibo's mania caused by his madness... As a result, you put him in a prison like a Buddha well. Now, , My Luo family came to see Uncle Qi, but there are still many hurdles."
"What do you mean?"
Luo Hongdao.
Master Farrow sighed, what can he say?
Wangchuan Temple was unreasonable. Luo Qiye was only living in the courtyard of Wangchuan Temple, but one day, Luo Qiye went mad, demolished the courtyard, and injured several monks. The Buddha gave an order. Seal it in the Buddha Well...
Thinking about it now, this seems to be full of tricks.
Although Luo Qiye was crazy, he entered Wangchuan Temple and was influenced by the Buddha's chants. In a clean place, he was always accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the blue lantern. It was still quiet, and there would be no harm to the monks at all.
Master Faluo felt that perhaps since then, the Buddha head and the Xia family have joined forces.
Luo Hong said nothing, raised his hand and pressed it on the dilapidated stone gate of the ancient temple.
Booming...
Shimen was pushed open, accompanied by a creaking sound and the rattling of chains.
A powerful force suddenly burst out.
Yuan Xiazi, Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei's expressions condensed, and they took a step in front of Luo Hong.
The aura of the three first-rank masters engulfed the real dragon-like heaven and earth, like a dragon roaring, descending from the sky, and colliding with the aura of the Buddha's well hall.
boom!
The three of them were actually oppressed by this imposing force, and they kept retreating.
Every time the three of them withdrew, they stepped on the ground with half-finger deep footprints.
They raised their heads in amazement, only to find that although Luo Hong's clothes were hunting, but in this momentum, his face was calm and motionless.
Luo Hong was able to resist the pressure that the three of them couldn't handle with the first grade.
Is the son... still a human?
And Luo Hong leaned on the Ksitigarbha sword and opened the door, feeling the pressure of terror, but his expression did not change much.
Although this coercion is strong, compared to when sitting cross-legged on the black lotus platform, it seems to face the coercion of an entire huge world, which is nothing short of it.
The tip of the Jizo sword rubbed the ground, and he stepped into the Buddha Well Hall.
As soon as the Buddha Well Hall entered, it was a huge atrium that was as wide as a square, surrounded by lush old trees, which rose up from the sky, covering a cloud of darkness.
On the ground, there are eighty-one ancient wells, each of which has the size of the roof of a house, and each of them is covered with manhole covers made of heavy refined iron.
Luo Hong glanced at the Buddha well, his eyes moved horizontally, and landed on the three old monks, sitting in a niche covered with frost moss and traces of time.
The three old monks were covered with heavy dust, as if they hadn't moved for decades, merged with the Buddha's niche, like a Buddha image.
And the terrifying coercion of heaven and earth was released from the bodies of the three old monks.
There are chain after chain, along the Buddha well after another, connecting the old monks in the three Buddhist niches.
Suddenly, an old monk with dusty eyebrows, shaking off the dust from the years, opened his eyes full of vicissitudes, and looked at Luo Hong.
The other two old monks also opened their eyes in the niche and looked at Luo Hong.
The pressure between heaven and earth suddenly became huge, like three true Buddhas overlooking Luo Hong.
"In Xia Luohong, the grandson of Zhenbei King, if you want to see Qiboluo Xiaobei, please three monks for your convenience."
Luo Hong looked at the three old monks and said.
He couldn't understand the strength of the three old monks, but it can be inferred that these three old monks... are absolutely strong.
Words linger among the ancient temples filled with the breath of time.
No response, the three old monks all opened their muddy eyes and looked at Luo Hong.
They stared blankly.
After a long time, an old monk whose face was as dry as a thousand-year-old bark laughed.
"Holding Wangchuan Temple's eight thousand years of Buddhist luck..."
"The donor has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, which is both a blessing predestined and an evil predestined."
Old monk said.
Luo Hong held the Ksitigarbha sword in his hand, his white clothes fluttered, he let out a sigh, and slowly said, "I know that the predecessor wants the Buddha's head to open the Buddha well and let me see Qi Bo?"
"However, the head of the Buddha was sealed by my teacher's master, and it was sealed under the ten thousand Buddha bell that was smashed by a punch and then recondensed. It was sealed by a Jiazi. There should be no chance to issue orders..."
The old monk laughed. How could he not hear what Luo Hong said? Luo Hong used the master to suppress him.
"Heaven and earth have rules, better than a master, but also to abide by the rules..."
"Otherwise, the order of the world will collapse, and there will be demons and demons, and the lives will be burnt..."
Old monk said.
"Therefore, the rules are also to be observed. Since the benefactor has no order from the Buddha's head, if you want to see the sinners under the Buddha's well, please follow the rules."
The words fall.
The old monk sitting cross-legged in the altar stretched out his hand and pushed forward slowly.
Before Luo Hong could react, he felt that his mind was swaying and he was pulled into a mysterious world.
And outside the Fojing Temple.
Yuan Xiazi tilted his head, his expression stern.
Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei are also frowning, a little disturbed.
Luo Hong faced the three old monks of Wangchuan Temple alone, it was very dangerous. The three old monks were unfathomable in strength. If they showed evil intentions, Luo Hong would definitely suffer.
Master Farrow put his palms together.
"Amitabha Buddha, the three benefactors are at ease. Now Luo Shizhu carries the Buddha's fortune of Wangchuan Temple for eight thousand years. The seniors will not kill Luo Shizhu."
When these words came out, the three of them felt relieved.
"However, at this moment, Luo Shizhu has entered the spiritual realm arranged by the predecessors...If Luo Shizhu wants to see Luo Xiaobei, he must break the game set by the predecessors."
"This is the rule of Wangchuan Temple."
Master Farrow said.
Spiritual battle?
The hearts of the three Yuan Xiazi who had just fallen, suddenly raised them again.
Spiritual battle is the deadliest. Luo Hong is only a fourth-rank monk. How can he compete with this old monk who has cultivated for hundreds of years?
Isn't this bullying?
At this moment, Luo Hong felt that everything in the world was changing.
When he opened his eyes, he found a huge square in front of him. On the square, there seemed to be one after another Buddha light, staggered horizontally and vertically, forming a huge chessboard.
On the opposite side of the chessboard, the old monk sitting cross-legged in the niche, Ghazal sat on the ground.
Luo Hong turned his face slightly, and he could see a chess box on his side. The chess box was filled with round black chess pieces.
"Amitabha."
"The rule of Wangchuan Temple is that if the donor wants to see the person of the Buddha Well, he must break the chess game. This chess is not as powerful as chess, only fighting Zen."
"Even if it is the celestial being behind the Tianmen Linchen, the same is true."
"Even if the master comes, you still need to break the game first."
The old monk in the Buddhist niche said lightly.
"If you fail to break the game, you will be surrounded by demons, and you will be depressed and unwilling for half your life. If you don't always accompany the ancient Buddha of the blue lantern, you will have trouble sleeping and eating. Donors, please think twice."
Luo Hong nodded, indicating to know.
He sat down cross-legged, and when he sat down, he entered the game, naturally without regrets.
Reach out and pick up a black stone in the chess box.
With a quick fix, he is still anxious to finish the matter here, find a place where there is no one to see the evil harvest, to see the evil harvest as soon as possible, Luo Hong is afraid that it will be too late, and the evil will be gone without knowing it.
The old monk in the Buddhist niche saw that Luo Hong sat down without hesitation, and he was speechless...
Although the spiritual game has little influence on the cultivation base, the improvement of the spiritual level is actually inextricably related to the cultivation base.
The young man in the northern palace of this town is really a little bit big.
I will be mentally damaged, I am afraid I will regret it.
This is true for young people, free from bitterness and fearlessness.
To break the game, you also need to enter.
Entering the game requires fighting spirit and Zen.
"Donor, the round has not been completed, can you withdraw? Can you withdraw?"
The old monk in the Buddhist niche looked at Luo Hong and asked again that he planned to give Luo Hong another chance, otherwise once the mental chess game took shape, he would not be able to retreat.
Luo Hong shook his head and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, a burning Buddha lamp hovered beside him, and the light of the Buddha poured down from it, calming Luo Hong's mind.
On Luo Hong's body, Buddha's light began to surge, and a vague desire to form a colorful glow in the back of his head, forming a real Buddha plate.
Maybe it is because I think that Buddha lamps may not be enough.
Luo Hong's mind moved, second, third, fourth...
Five consecutive Buddha lamps, floating leisurely, like a five-wheeled moon disk, hung around him.
"I'm ready, come on."
Luo Hong solemnly said.
Old monk: "..."
Looking at Luo Hong's floating Buddha lamp, and the colorful glow and faint Buddha plate...
This half-length costume really brightened his eyes.
"Amitabha...then, let's start."
Old monk said.
When the words fell, the old monk's fingers, withered like a thousand-year-old bark, picked up a Hunyuan white chess, and the chess piece fell.
On the wide chessboard square in front of him, black and white chess pieces suddenly appeared.
It is like two black and white dragons fighting each other on a chessboard.
And the black chess piece that Luo Hong was holding suddenly weighed more than tens of millions of catties, and a powerful idea poured in from the chessboard, followed the chess piece, and rushed into his spiritual will.
In the Niwan Palace, the Evil God phantom, watching with interest, as if watching a play.
The old monk in the Buddhist niche felt a little bit. He raised his head as if there was a giant looking down on the chessboard, and his heart trembled.
At this moment, Luo Hong's picture was changed by spiritual thoughts.
It seems to be an illusion, but not an illusion.
In an instant.
Luo Hong discovered that he appeared holding a scimitar dripping with blood, standing in front of a bandit village under the bleak moonlight.
The corpses are stacked around, and the rich blood is almost covering the world.
"Please, don't kill us..."
In front of Luo Hong, a bunch of children knelt down, roaring and crying.
Arousing pity.
Luo Hong was in a daze, he understood that this was the choice for him in this game.
Sword, or not.
Luo Hong's eyes were a little dazed, and the child's stern and pitiful cry made Luo Hong unable to help but feel pity, and wanted to take the knife.
But when he was about to take the sword, five Buddha lamps appeared all over his body, making him clear and bright.
Luo Hong frowned and looked at the crying sad child, and under the shining of the Buddha lamp, you could see the twisted and vicious meaning of these children's faces faintly.
After letting out a breath, Luo Hongqiang uttered...draw his sword.
Puff!
The crying of the children ceased, and the world became pure.
And Luo Hong whispered, "I am an officially certified badass."
at the same time.
In the Niwan Palace, the Evil God Void raised his hand to cover his face, "This stupid Ronaldinho...you are also worthy to be called the big bad guy?!"
"These children hate you very much, their ideas have long been distorted, and there is no distinction between good and evil. If you are a wicked person, you should not kill them, you should keep them, and train them well. They hate you, and you can use their hands to do all bad things. !"
"This is the right way to open! Stupid Ronaldinho!"
"It's ashamed of me waiting for evil repair!"
The old monk in the Buddhist niche was slightly surprised, but found that Luo Hong's eyes were clear, his son fell on the chessboard, and met the old monk's eyes.
Did you choose to draw a knife?
Actually this round.
Drawing a sword is Zen.
The people of the world often choose to take the knife because they only see the mercy in front of them, but they never thought that if these children who grew up in the bandits and saw people were already resentful, if they took the knife, they would release many bandits again. They will grow up to be thugs in the world, murder and arson, and even take revenge with a hundred times, a thousand times fierceness.
Killing these children and not giving them mercy is equivalent to giving mercy to the people of the world.
Luo Hong's eyes were clear, and the black piece fell on the chessboard.
Looking at the old monk calmly.
The old monk showed no mercy to Luo Hong's pupils, but Luo Hong's body was full of compassion as the Buddha's light shined.
Luo Hong said: "Can the game be broken?"
Old monk: "It's broken, but the poor monk wants to ask, hasn't the donor ever been softhearted?"
Luo Hong said, "If crying is useful, how about bleeding?"
The old monk: "Deserving to be the person who has carried the eight thousand years of Buddha fortune in Wangchuan Temple~EbookFREE.me~ He knows his mind and understands the Buddha with one thought..."
Luo Hong: "?"
There seems to be something wrong.
"Donor, the poor monk understands."
"What do you understand?"
"What the donor thinks the poor monk understands, then what..."
Luo Hong: "..."
Luo Hong was too lazy to spend his tongue and asked, "Then I can see Uncle Qi?"
The old monk in the niche raised his head and looked at the phantom that disappeared from the top of the chessboard that left his heart lingering.
Put your palms together and nod your head.
"can."
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