Chapter 327: See Buddha at sea

I don't know what others would think when they saw this scene?
On the endless sea, not only can I see a big fish, but what is even more incredible is that I can also see a monk with a big red robe on the back of the big fish. The golden rope in the hands of the monk happens to be tied to it. On the head of that big fish.
The monk's side is always surrounded by golden scriptures, which seems too solemn.
This is just in the mountains and rivers. The people of Yanling are used to the doctrine of saints and respect scholars. The respect of the people of Liangxi for Taoism has been integrated into their blood, and almost every household has portraits of saints.
The people in Dayu are a little confused, but generally speaking, Taoism and Confucianism are the main ones.
Everyone knows that there is a land of Western Buddhism, but since the land of Buddhism appeared in the world, there have been no Buddhist monks coming to the mountains and rivers to preach Buddhist scriptures, build temples, and develop believers. Except for the occasional mountain and river people who enter the Buddhist land to seek liberation, In the mountains and rivers, the influence of Buddhism is almost negligible. Therefore, the people in the mountains and rivers are limited to knowing the monks.
If someone asks about the teachings of the Buddhist scriptures, I am afraid that no one out of 11 million will know it.
Today, this easy-to-see monk comes from a distance on the back of a fish. If this is seen in the Buddha's soil, I am afraid that he would kneel down in black for a long time, but at this moment, the handyman on the boat has Many people have seen it, but they are a little scared. Apart from that, there are no other emotions.
The old steward with white hair looked at the monk on the sea, and only felt that there were a lot of strange people and strange things in the world.
When the monk with golden scriptures on his side was about to approach the big boat, he shouted: "Poor monk watch the stream, I wonder if the donor can use the boat to cross the poor monk?"
The sound was so loud that it could spread throughout the ship. Li Fuyao walked out of the wing, with the blue silk hanging from his waist, came to the bow, looked at the monk standing on the back of the big fish, and was silent.
It was previously rumored that Zen Zi came from the land of Buddhism and went to Beihai, and then after the Beihai affair, he switched to Xuegong. This is the highest-ranking Buddhist disciple who has come to the mountains and rivers for decades. It has been spread throughout the world, Li Fuyao was also in Beihai at the time, but he couldn't see the Chanzi who claimed to be a literary master of the world, although he didn't feel it was a pity most of the time.
But occasionally when I think about it, I feel a little regretful.
Li Fuyao's knowledge of the Buddhist land far to the west is really limited, and he has no affection or dislike for those monks who eat fast and reciting the Buddha, and even the monk who claims to be Guanxi that he sees in front of him is his The first monk I have ever seen in my life.
Li Fuyao didn't look at the monk who looked like an eminent monk. Instead, he raised his eyes to the distant sea.
Sure enough, in the distant sea, you can faintly see the fins exposed on the surface of the sea, and the fins are as good as the fins on the big fish at the feet of this monk.
Murderous opportunities are everywhere on the sea.
The waves are rushing.
Li Fuyao was silent, thinking that since you were chased by that big fish, why did you lead the disaster to me?
If the Guanxi monk is allowed to board the ship, I am afraid that this big ship will be overturned by that big fish, and a group of handymen on the ship will die here.
The North Sea is vast, and apart from the Kun tribe, I don’t know how many monster tribes there are on the seabed. Since I want to choose to cross the North Sea safely, I don’t have to provoke too much.
Li Fuyao stood on the bow and said in a deep voice, "Don't cross."
When saying this, Li Fuyao even let out a ray of sword energy to remind Guanxi not to think about forcibly boarding the ship.
Hearing Li Fuyao's words of no crossing, Guanxi seemed very annoyed, "You must know that you can save a life and build a seventh-level Buddha. Since the benefactor is a swordsman, killing demons is his duty, why not go to the poor monks?"
A ray of sword energy can show Li Fuyao's identity.
Because the time is short, this sentence is really hasty.
As he spoke, Guanxi did not stop his figure, but instead squeezed the golden rope in his hand and was about to crash into the big ship.
Li Fuyao looked indifferent.
People respect me, and I respect others.
One hand has quietly pressed the hilt.
When one person and one fish arrive in front of the boat, perhaps a sword light will fall.
It's just that Li Fuyao was still thinking about whether the sword light fell on Guanxi who drove the big fish or the big fish that crashed into the big boat.
If it fell on the big fish, he would have to join forces with Guanxi to kill the big fish behind.
If it fell on Guanxi, the big ship would not escape the result of being hit and sunk.
All the handymen on the boat had already turned pale with fright. If it weren’t for the old steward trying to maintain the situation and Li Fuyao still standing on the bow so quietly, I’m afraid the handymen would have jumped into the sea to find a living.
Li Fuyao was a little angry. Didn't it mean that the monks in Buddhism are compassionate?
How is this going?
When the big fish was less than a few feet away from the big ship, the big fish that had been trapped by Guanxi with a golden rope began to struggle, and the tail fin made many waves.
The fish head is constantly swinging.
Li Fuyao smiled coldly, and with the sound of a sword, the blue silk around his waist was instantly unsheathed.
The sword light finally fell on Guanxi's body.
Sword Qi swept away, and separated the sea briefly.
Jian Guang encountered the golden rope, and after a moment of stalemate, he cut it directly, and then continued towards the Guanxi Monk.
The big fish was no longer bound and dived to the bottom of the sea.
The Guanxi monk can only lift up his energy and swoop up.
"Zhuzi'an dare to do this?!"
Guanxi was furious!
Want to come to Guanxi to care about big fish.
The waves rolled instantly on the sea.
The Qi machine rolled up a huge wave, and the scene was terrifying.
The monk seemed furious.
All the handymen looked at this strange situation, and they couldn't shut their mouths.
Li Fuyao kept passing his sword straight forward.
The big fish behind him stopped chasing.
Many races in the monster race have a realm from birth, but even if they can have this realm, they still can't transform themselves before reaching a certain time, just like the two big fish.
The golden-yellow scriptures around Guanxi stopped this sword light and dissolved it, and Guanxi stretched out a palm with an expressionless face.
There seems to be a Buddha name born between heaven and earth.
A piece of Buddha's light illuminates the world.
It's really like the great monks in the Buddhist soil.
Li Fuyao held Qingsi tightly and sneered.
What if Guanxi didn't do the same thing before and opened his mouth to call him Master.
Li Fuyao tapped his toes and walked away from the ship a few feet away.
The sword qi is all about, disturbing one after another.
Li Fuyao, who stepped into the Taiqing Realm, was lacking, but his combat power was not bad at all. Even if the opposite was a Buddhist monk in the Chaoyang Realm, Li Fuyao would hand out this sword.
It has nothing to do with the realm, only the realm.
The sword aura swept out, and met the aura from that palm.
Pass by one sword.
Qi Ji was torn apart by this sword.
Guanxi frowned, it seemed that Li Fuyao was unexpectedly strong.
In just a moment, the big red robes on his body automatically left his body, forming a barrier in front of him.
This cassock is the most precious treasure in a certain temple in Buddhism, even if it is the monks in the Chaozhou realm, it may not be able to break it.
It is very difficult for Li Fuyao to be in Qingjing.
The sword light scattered in front of the cassock, Li Fuyao retracted his sword and retreated, and fell on the bow.
The red robes returned to Guanxi.
With the green silk still sheathing, Li Fuyao stood on the bow, looking at the Guanxi floating on the sea.
Not far away, the two big fish were still hovering and refused to leave.
Li Fuyao had already made the old manager turn the bow and detour.
Before the short fight, Li Fuyao could roughly see that he was in the same realm as the monk, but the monk had that cassock on his body, Li Fuyao couldn't take advantage of it, but if Guanxi had to keep Li Fuyao, it might not be that simple. .
The cause of the incident was entirely because of Guanxi. Li Fuyao didn't feel that he was at a loss. If he really wanted to fight, Li Fuyao would never give in.
The handyman on the boat changed the sailing direction with fear. Li Fuyao stood at the bow of the boat, looking at Guanxi.
The monk in the big red robes is actually very sad now. The big fish not far away is looking at him with enthusiasm. On the big boat here, Li Fuyao will not let him aboard. If he makes a little movement, Li Fuyao may not violently kill.
It is very likely to join hands with that big fish.
Today's swordsmen, killing monsters is not necessarily their duty.
Guanxi's face was gloomy.
Li Fuyao was not afraid.
The other handymen didn’t have the guts to provoke these two people on the bow side. Only the old steward came over tremblingly and asked in a low voice,
My son, it’s better to have less, why don’t you let the monk come on board? A monk, it’s not necessarily a wicked person."
Ordinary people like them naturally don’t know why Guanxi drove the big fish over before, but they just wanted to force Li Fuyao to stand on the same line with him. If Li Fuyao remained unwilling, he would not hesitate to ruin the ship. Human life.
Li Fuyao said calmly: "The big ship is going as usual, don't worry about anything."
The old manager glanced at Li Fuyao with some uncertainty, but after all he didn’t say anything. The few swords Li Fuyao handed out just now were enough to prove that the gods on the mountain are undoubtedly, this kind of grievances between the gods on the mountain. It is indeed not something he can mix.
After leaving the bow tremblingly, the old steward soon disappeared.
Guanxi looked at Li Fuyao, clasped his hands together, his tone slowed down, "This is the end of the matter, but the donor still refuses to let the poor monk board the boat?"
Li Fuyao looked at the big fish in the distance, and said calmly: "The master's Buddha Dharma is towering to the sky, and there is no need to have a ferry. The boat is too small to accommodate the real Buddha, the master."
Master is another name that is playful.
If Li Fuyao had shouted like this when we met before, it seemed sincere, but now it is full of sarcasm.
Guanxi stared at Li Fuyao, still clasping his hands together, and asked seriously: "Dare to ask where the donor's name comes from?"
Li Fuyao squinted, with a smile between his brows, "Master wants to settle accounts after Autumn?"
When he said these words, Li Fuyao's killing intent skyrocketed.