The head of the Buddha had a special meaning in the Buddhist scriptures. It was the source of all Dharma. Touching a monk's head was akin to touching a dragon's reverse scale.
Jiese was furious. His white robe fluttered and he was ready to attack.
The Buddha's head said, "Amitabha, endure."
Jiese seemed to have been enlightened. He retracted his angry expression and put his palms together, "To become a Buddha after enduring a hundred times, the people of the mortal world are not worth arguing with. Master is right, your disciple's cultivation is still shallow."
The Buddha's head shook its head, "What I mean is, if you can't beat him, just endure it. Don't ask for trouble."
Jiese thought about it and was convinced, "Master, you can see through the essence of things and return to the natural state. I am impressed."
He stood by the door and chanted the scriptures. He allowed Great-grandmother to knock his head but he did not budge.
Great-grandmother was a stubborn girl. She hummed as she knocked his head.
"Sarira, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. It is the same for perception, perception, movement, and consciousness." Jiese chanted the scriptures in his heart, "Sarira is the emptiness of all Dharma. It is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing. My head hurts, my head hurts, I want to shovel shit … "
Jiese was speechless. (? Д?)
The successor of the Extreme Dao was about to explode …
The Buddha's head asked, "Is the child alright?"
Great-grandmother stopped and let go of the little monk. She knocked the old monk's bald head instead, "Good, very good. He only died once. My head hurts, my head hurts, I want to shovel shit … "
Jiese was speechless.
Thank you, Master, for sacrificing yourself to become a disciple.
The entire Lianghua Temple was familiar with the Unparalleled Fighting Spirit. Li Wuxiang was once the Buddha's beloved disciple and had cultivated in the temple for a few years. Even when the Fighting Spirit and the Buddha's head battled at the Mahavira Hall, they destroyed the pagoda, smashed the plaque, and crushed the Buddha statue, they did not kill any monks.
When Jiese entered the temple, the Fighting Spirit had already sealed its spiritual pearl. Li Wuxiang was dead. He had heard the stories of the Senior Brother and the Fighting Spirit from the Senior Brothers and Martial Uncles. If this scene was recorded and spread, it would definitely cause a huge uproar.
"The wooden fish is still as hard as ever." Great-grandmother was no longer interested in knocking the old bald donkey's head. She stopped and sighed, "Even though I've lived longer than you, I don't see things as clearly as you do. There's one thing that's hard to understand."
"Almsgiver, what worries you?"
Great-grandmother clicked her tongue. "That grandson of mine is different from the previous generations of descendants. The previous successors were more or less bound by the concept of the clan. But he, on the other hand, did not take the old ancestor seriously at all. He would only listen to him after being threatened. His mind was also more flexible than the other descendants, and he always had some bold ideas. Tell me, is this era good or bad? "
It was like how people in the past would kneel and kowtow when they heard the word 'Emperor'. But now, people would pick their noses and look at you out of the corner of their eyes.
The era was always changing, but in this life, the era had changed too completely. The ancestor's halo was not as strong. Unlike Li Wuxiang who was raised from a young age (Great-grandmother always thought that she was the one who raised Li Wuxiang), Great-grandmother could not find any trace of the ancestor's dignity in this great-grandson.
The Buddha's head said lightly, "I only know that the era is good as long as the common people have enough to eat and wear. As for your worries about the child, I have a humble opinion, so I'll tell you. "
"Speak."
"You can't blame society for being unlucky. If the child is not taught well, what does it have to do with the era?"
"That makes sense." Great-grandmother pouted.
She looked at the Buddha's head in silence. After a while, she said softly, "Human desires, where prosperity depends on, the reason for death. Heaven's secrets, the cycle of life, the destruction of the world. "
.....
Outside the Mahavira Hall, gloomy dark clouds pressed down on everyone's heads. The weather was hot and humid, and the forecast said that it would rain this afternoon. Looking at the weather, a heavy rain was coming.
In the square paved with green bricks, tables and chairs were placed, and tea, snacks, fruits, and iced beer were served. There were two bright red banners on both sides of the hall.
On the left: A warm welcome to the Unparalleled Fighting Soul for guidance.
On the right: The blood of the world is a harmonious and friendly family that loves you, me, and him.
The forum was initiated by the Unparalleled Fighting Soul, and the venue was chosen at the Lianhua Temple. The host was the Bosch Group.
The invitees included the seven major families, the famous figures of the Buddhist Taoist Association, and the famous rogue cultivators with clean resumes.
As the host, Wang Lao 'er kept dealing with the major forces, making jokes. The meeting should have started, but the Unparalleled Fighting Soul did not come out. Some people in the hall were quite dissatisfied with this.
Whoever was unhappy, Wang Lao 'er would come out to comfort and say a lot of good words.
Wang Lao 'er was thin and dark, and looked like a middle-aged farmer with his back to the sky. He was a secular disciple of the Lianhua Temple, and his master was the eighteenth disciple of the Buddha. His Buddhist name was Puguang, and he studied the Diamond Sutra and the Acalanatha Seal. When he was young, he went down the mountain to gain experience and made a name for himself.
Wang Lao 'er was better than his master. Not only did he receive the teachings of his master, but he also practiced many hard skills. His slippery personality was the exact opposite of the skills he practiced. Dharmaraja asked him to host this forum, not only because of his relationship with the Lianhua Temple, but also because of his slick personality, which made him suitable to be the lubricant in the middle. The worst thing was that if he really caused trouble, he was also a stone in the latrine pit, very resistant to beatings.
"The forum is not going to continue. If not, I'm leaving."
"Aren't you putting on airs? Since you have a request from us, don't put on airs."
"Hmph, you just came out, and you already want to command the world."
Dissatisfied voices came from everywhere in the hall, and Wang Lao 'er was tired of dealing with them.
"Clang!"
The door of the Hall of Great Strength was pushed open, and Great-grandmother, dressed like a girl-next-door, stepped over the tall threshold and appeared in front of everyone.
The noisy noise suddenly stopped, and the scene became quiet.
After 20 years, the female War Soul of the Li family reappeared in the world. The young people who saw her back then were now middle-aged men. As for the middle-aged men, their temples were gray. The old men had become even older.
She was still in the prime of her life.
The Buddha head followed closely behind. He wore a red kasaya with golden edges, and his face was simple and unsophisticated.
The Buddha head and Great-grandmother sat on two big chairs under the horizontal board of the Hall of Great Strength. In the square below the steps, there were dozens of "leaders." Almost none of the people present were of the younger generation. They were all people who could make the final decisions in their respective forces. At the very least, they were big shots who ranked second or third.
When everyone was present, Wang Lao 'er picked up the microphone on the table and coughed. "Welcome to this forum, everyone. As you all know, the Pantheon Palace is about to come out. We are very fortunate because this is an opportunity that belongs to us. Unfortunately, this is a disaster that belongs to us. "
"Every time the Pantheon Palace comes out, there will be a bloodbath. The scars left by the Evil Cultivator Wang Chen 80 years ago are still fresh in our minds, and the turmoil caused by Li Wuxiang 20 years ago is still fresh in our minds. "Wang Lao 'er lamented." Let's not talk about the Evil Cultivator Wang Chen. He was a brat who brought disaster to the world, but Li Wuxiang's fall is truly a pity. Also, those who died in his hands were all of your clansmen. "
"The treasures belong to the virtuous. Li Wuxiang wasn't that lucky. He was just seeking his own death. If he had handed over the treasures, no one would have made things difficult for him, "someone said.
His words drew the agreement of the crowd.
The person who spoke was wearing a black martial arts suit. His hair was white, and his eyes were fierce. He was the younger brother of the Wu family's leader. He was ranked 60th on the Blood Descendant List, Soul Cutter Wu Qilin.
"Old Wu's words make sense," Wang Lao 'er said glibly. "But the treasure was obtained by him with his own abilities. Why should he hand it over to you?"
Wu Qilin snorted. "We snatched it with our own abilities."
"That's not a decent thing to say." Wang Lao 'er was heartbroken. He raised the microphone and said, "Times have changed. Fighting and killing are no longer popular these days. In order to prevent tragedies from happening again and to maintain social peace, the company has discussed with Elder Warrior Soul. We have decided to share the Pantheon Palace with everyone after discussing with Warrior Soul. "
The crowd was in an uproar. Everyone was whispering to each other.
"How do we share it?"
"We don't even know where the Pantheon Palace is."
Wang Lao 'er smiled. "As you all expected, Warrior Soul knows where the Pantheon Palace is. Once the Pantheon Palace opens, she will bring you in. But she has a condition. "
A few monks handed out a contract to the big shots in the room.
Wang Lao 'er smiled and said, "It's simple. All you have to do is to sign on behalf of the big families. Before the Pantheon Palace opens, you will not harm the descendant of the Li family. You will no longer monitor him or have any designs on him. Everyone is doing this for the Pantheon Palace. Since Warrior Soul is willing to reveal the location of the Pantheon Palace, there's no need to hold on to the descendant of the Li family. Isn't that right? "
The leaders of the big families, the leaders of the Buddhist and Taoist sects, and the hosts were reading the contract.
Great-grandmother, who was the initiator, was leaning against the armchair, crossing her legs and texting her great-grandson.
Great-grandmother: "Have you taken on any missions recently? Who is protecting you in the company? "
Love Your Line: "I haven't taken on any missions recently. I'm working hard in the company. Great-grandmother, I'm amazing. As soon as you left, I defeated a foreigner and helped the company solve a big problem."
They were chatting on WeChat.
Love Your Line: "Where is Great-grandmother?"
Great-grandmother: "She's having a meeting with the leaders of the big families. It's not good for them to keep thinking about you."
Love Your Line: "What is Great-grandmother going to do?"
Great-grandmother: "I told them that if the Pantheon Palace opens, I will take them there. But before that, they can't hurt you."
Love your line of work. "My milk, my biological milk. [Touched] "
Li Xianyu sent a picture over. It was a game helmet that looked very high-tech.
Love Your Line: "To show filial respect to Great-grandmother. Also, I have a little doubt. Didn't you say that you don't know where the Pantheon Palace is?"
Great-grandmother smiled and typed quickly: "[Touching head emoji] Good boy, I didn't dote on you for nothing. Also, I definitely don't know the address of the Pantheon Palace. "
"I suddenly have a bad feeling about what I'm doing. [I'm so scared that the little dried fish's emoji] "
Great-grandmother: "You believe it, but they won't. Instead of letting them pester you endlessly, it's better to stabilize these guys first. You take the opportunity to develop wretchedly. "
Love Your Line: "That makes sense. But my dad was so awesome back then, but didn't he also die?"
Great-grandmother: "Idiot, your dad's matter is different. He did enter the Pantheon Palace and obtained the treasure, just like the Golden-Haired Lion King who took away the Dragon Saber. And as long as you don't say anything, they won't kill you if they want to know the location of the Pantheon Palace. This is called stalling. "
It didn't matter whether she knew the location of the Pantheon Palace or not. What was important was that everyone thought she knew. She had to know even if she didn't know. Instead of letting his inexperienced great-grandson be oppressed and threatened, it was better to bluff and buy him some time to catch his breath.
No one knew when the Pantheon Palace would open. Maybe a few months, maybe a year, maybe even longer. This period of time was enough for Li Xianyu to grow.
The representatives of the major families quickly browsed through the contract.
"If there's no problem, sign your name and stamp your seal. This meeting is over," Wang Lao Er said loudly.
"The Chen Family doesn't agree," the representative of the Chen Family said lightly.
"The Shen Family doesn't agree."
"The Wang Family doesn't agree."
.....
"Huang Yunguan doesn't agree."
"Crouching Bull Temple doesn't agree."
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