However, this temple is almost as magnificent as a small town. The glazed tiles reflect golden light and white waves, and it is even more magnificent than Luoyang City Imperial City. "These monks are really fucking rich!" Whitewater whisper replied.
Not to mention the bronze temple at the back, which is as deep as three feet and as high as one and a half feet, just the seven main halls at the front, which are ten feet high, don’t know how much it will cost to create the situation and lay glazed tiles on the surface. Since the Buddhist temple is so magnificent, where can the Buddha statue be small? Maybe there are hundreds of pounds of gold foil on the surface.
And if it’s a bronze statue, the bronze statues in these halls together will probably weigh as much as the bronze temple. These monks have seen the so-called big bronze statue in later generations, but it’s just a framework with copper skin outside, that is, it’s only a few tens of meters high and copper skin is about a thousand tons.
The gate of the net meditation hall is open, but there are also several bald heads and fragrant scars outside Renwang’s door. The nearby residents should also know that this meditation hall is not real and there is nothing hanging around in front of it.
This is very conspicuous.
No one will believe that such a bruiser is not far from Renwang Gate, but no one will believe that he is not a traitor, but it’s not that they read the Buddhist temple outside. Those gatekeepers and monks are also on high alert and watching the white waves.
I’m not particularly worried about it-the real masters are all from high to high, and few people will walk on the ground. I don’t know how many masters there are.
Whitewater laughed and stepped in-he didn’t want to rob Choi and it was a hot potato. It was not good for anyone except the emperor to take it, but Whitewater just wanted to see the magic of this thing. This should be much easier than taking it away, right?
When Whitewater walked towards the gate, the monks and soldiers suddenly became nervous. The stick in their hands was also the first person to stare big eyes and look at the expression of Whitewater. Whitewater felt familiar. On second thought, it was recalled. Isn’t this the iconic expression of rocks?
This kind of expression is only made by Qiang Sen, a monk with no hair-forget it without the physique of that refrigerator. It seems that there is no deterrent to whitewater. He is slowly approaching and has no momentum-it is also good to disturb the master inside later
When Whitewater stepped into the Renwang Gate for seven feet, the other party had binged on one or more sticks and smashed them over in the future. This purpose is to fork the fanatics in front of them and then throw them out. Although the fanatics will be black and blue, they will break a few bones, but they will never be worried about their lives-this is also Buddhist compassion.
However, the stick was smashed and forked out, but it fell. The fanatic seems to have some secret steps. The rhythm changes. These monks are watching their weapons fall and trying to reverse them. It seems to outsiders that these monks are clumsy as if they can’t stick children.
Is it the easiest way to kill these monks to tease these low hands by controlling the low manual rhythm through the change of foot speed and similar varicose skills? There is no need for eyes. Whitewater has also inquired about these net-reading Buddhist monks. There is really nothing to bully men and women. There is no such thing as having a good daughter-in-law in the future.
Jingnian Buddhist Temple is not the land around it. The landlords estimate that this Buddhist temple has another source of income.
In that case, Whitewater is not addicted to killing. He lied to these monks with varicose veins and then stepped forward like the wind. Every thief knocked on his bald head and made a huge meat bag, which also made them fall into a "dream", but they would wake up with a headache.
Chapter three hundred and ten Isn’t this the four holy monks?
Whitewater stunned the monks and walked into the Renwang Gate. He even enjoyed the statues of Renwang on the left and right sides. I have to say that these two high-profile King Kong Bodhisattvas, a great warrior and a strong man are so angry that Whitewater can detect the "flow" of the true qi when he looks at these two Buddha statues.
"This is the result of communication when the artistic level reaches a certain level. If you achieve this level, the level of statue craftsmen will definitely be called a great master." Yes, although the gold foil is colored, Whitewater can see at a glance that this is a woodcarving.
And it’s not a mosaic of Buddhist luxury. It must be a whole piece of wood, that is, the arms may be connected at most, but the body is stepping on the imp lotus platform with two heels. It must be a piece of wood with white waves close to it. Take a closer look. Because of the posture of the arms, the arms are also integrated, which means that these thieves are bald and carved this thing with a piece of wood that is one foot less and nine feet thick
That’s it. Let’s watch the statue of King Ren of Shanmen.
It took Whitewater longer to see this statue of Renwang than to knock out those monks and soldiers. One of his martial arts is called Luohan Renwang Boxing Eye. These two statues of Renwang have got the true meaning of the boxing, and Whitewater has gained something-even if Renwang Boxing has been incorporated into Nandou Baihu Boxing.
This is a Buddhist struggle in which the Bodhisattva fights against the Buddha, even though the distractions in his own heart really fight with the Buddha enemies outside, which is the dharma bodhisattva, that is, these two. "It’s really wonderful. I really want to take these two away, but although this charm is full, the specific shape is still a little late. It’s a pity that it’s a little late. Forget it. This thing will find a place to hide it in the future, hoping to become a national treasure after thousands of years." Whitewater muttered.
But now I can’t walk in the white water. There is a big square behind Renwang Gate, and there are no people on the floor. There are two lotus ponds with white marble railing bridges more than 100 steps in front of the hall.
Whitewater also wants to walk all the way to the bronze temple, but he also knows that it’s impossible. It’s not just before the lotus pond, and the Buddhist temple and the waist gate passages on both sides have already come out of it. A large group of muscular bald heads are murderous, running with all kinds of guys in their hands, and they are quite military-echoing the left and right cover.
Whitehead stopped to stare at the bald men and formed a law-about a hundred bald men took the lead, and the bald men were taller and heavier than him. Whitehead shook his head before the bald men called Whitehead "I wanted to sneak in, but I didn’t expect to really sneak in the end."
"Down with your department, I succeeded in stealth," Whitewater said, but he also knew that it was impossible-when Ji defeated twenty monks, his monks should have run away, and at worst, the masters behind him should also know-otherwise, it can be said that this pure meditation hall is all a pot of loose sand.
Whitewater wanted to think very simply to lose the curtain hat, revealing his heroic appearance and profound demeanor. This man took the initiative to kill the monk group in front, punched and kicked, and saw the monks flying around with sticks and rolling around in whitewater, meaning to kill-or this sentence, these monks were not as strong as cattle except satiated with food.
However, if the national decree is still hidden here and it is revealed that it has not been handed over to Ci Hang Jing Zhai, there may be a dead monk Bai Lang who thinks that if he really cuts this decree, he will probably save this bald nest-in this case, the hot potato will be in his own hands, and the wise will not take it.
In my mind, I don’t want to loosen my hands. He raised his hand against the iron latch, and the rods soaked in oil suddenly broke and flew out. By the way, it brought the messenger a crack in the jaws of death, and then the white waves swept away and kicked, and suddenly a group of monks were lying down
Generally speaking, the white hand is measured, that is, the head grows a bag and then falls unconscious. There is no monk who can stop him from advancing in front of him. The big monk who takes the lead is the first one to lie down. It looks really quite firm and can compete with the white hand. However, it is actually a servant street. In the first round, the white hand smashed his weapon and knocked his head almost.
When the big monk fell behind, no monk could stop the whitewater, and thirty monks fell down one after another. When I shouted, I ran away. "It’s already a good soldier. It seems that religious fanatics can really form an army that can withstand beating." It’s good to be able to hold on to almost 30% of the "battle damage", although it’s not bloody.
Whitewater continued to move forward, and then a Buddha stopped singing. The simplest sound of Amitabha was pronounced by four people, with high and low tones, but with one exception, it was profound and inspiring.
When this Buddha sings white waves, it feels as if the qi is also shaken and quickly condenses into a huge golden Buddha statue-of course, it feels like laughing with white waves in the air machine and shaking his shoulders, and his body is also full of joints. Kabakaba chain has exploded.
Suddenly, it was as if a fierce tiger came out of nothing. There really was a huge white tiger crouching in the square at the golden Buddha statue in the Buddhist temple, magnifying and yelling, "The benefactor is so angry and kind." A funny and humorous sound started.
White waves saw that four old monks appeared in front of them, ranging from tall to thin. Some of them were dressed in rags, while others were dressed in a straight line, which was more correct than "Yo, four holy monks?" White mouth asked words without the slightest reverence.
"Amitabha is just four people, such as the old woman," said another old monk who looked ordinary but kind-hearted. "I wonder if it’s nothing that Bai benefactor came to Jingnian Buddhist Temple today?"
It’s not surprising that the old monk can recognize himself at a glance-nowadays, his status and martial arts should be described by his face if he has any ambition. Is it strange that all the fine portraits have been recognized by the four great Buddhist monks? It’s strange that they don’t recognize it.
But "what are you doing here?" That’s a tough question to answer. Shall I look at Choi? I don’t know how they were shot in the brain, but it should be said that there are still a few white waves. Can a general like Sui know that if this country’s decree is revealed, it will really swarm and besiege Buddhism? Little Wang Shichong will definitely grab it.
Chapter three hundred and eleven Fight the monk
"Don’t do is to see how rich this Buddhist is. It seems reasonable that Emperor Taizu and Emperor Wudi of Zhou destroyed the Buddha in those days-you monks can amass so much money without plowing. Don’t tell me that it doesn’t cost a penny to build such a luxurious and huge Buddhist temple? ！” Whitewater said to the four monks in front of him
"It’s just that there are so many lean monks who don’t pay taxes or serve for a long time. Isn’t this country finished? The so-called temples in the Southern Dynasties were shattered by a little less temples. "Whitewater continued, of course, the faces of the four old monks would not be ashamed at all.
But since Whitewater said that, the four monks couldn’t find anything to tell him to fuck off at the moment. Whitewater said that he just came to visit and have the guts to kick me out-I will never roll myself and want to kick me out. You have to come up with something.
No matter how much the four holy monks overestimate the force of whitewater, they won’t overestimate it more than the evil Wang Shixuan-the evil king, who is both parents and self-aware, is immortal. Ten years is the first master of the magic door, so can the four holy monks jointly fail to escape?
One-on-one, four monks have a great chance of winning four against one, even two against one, which is not an evil king’s opponent. Although Yong Ming Tian Liu did once break through a thousand armies, how can the world not be as good as the evil king?
So the four old monks saw that this man was ferocious, and Hu’s eyebrows were cracked. hanging eyebrow’s body inspired the momentum, which was like a real white tiger. This is a guy that words can’t shake-and there is a national decree in the net meditation hall, which must not be let this person know.
At this time, a handsome monk also came to the back of the four holy monks. This white monk looked as if he was in his thirties, but the monk soldiers who surrounded him indicated that he was the highest-ranking monk here and seemed to be the master of the monastery.
The four holy monks proclaimed the Buddha’s name, and then an informal and dirty old monk took the lead. This move was to change the poor palms. "Hey, old monk, what’s your name?" Whitewater didn’t panic at all. He shouted directly first
In this respect, the old monk with big ears and a happy face said, "Oh, hey, it’s really not a good thing to fight and smile." Whitewater also smiled, but he smiled like a tiger eating people. It was a palm-to-palm belief, and whitewater was slapped away.
This palm is an evil wind, just like a giant tiger slaps a palm and slaps it to break the skull of a wild boar, while the white wave swings out the root, just like the whole wall collapses straight, and the true qi and strength are scattered directly in front of it.
Is that it can smash thousands of city bricks? The whole is not an avalanche. A careless move by Daoxin will make you hurry-Daoxin is the first master in the world, but of course there are three other close masters eyeing up.
So the second, third and fourth master got into a little trouble when he read the Taoist letter, and at the same time, he shot a mord, which rose like a mountain without hills, and pierced the sky directly, from which he "topped" the palm force of the whitewater.
Then the Buddha sang bursts of palm force, which directly transformed into hundreds. Every palm force was like a small Buddhist shrine welcoming a whitewater avalanche. Finally, the palm force of the White Tiger Boxing was like flying from outer space, and it seemed that there had been this guidance since ancient times to cover the pure meditation temple. Only then could the Chinese side feel that the Buddha statue was also far away and pointed out a finger like a flower smile.
At the same time, the palm of the four holy monks’ white waves was naturally disintegrated and broken. Finally, the white waves were transformed into peaceful shapes by Buddhism, and the corners of the mouth became warped. Then Hu shook and shook, and the whole person directly pounced on the old monk who launched the thousand Buddha palms-Tiantai Sect wisdom master. When the distance was right, he grabbed and tore the old monk into two halves.
The four holy monks have always been one-on-one hit by four people, one-on-one hit by four people, one-on-one hit by you, and one-on-one hit by you. Four people saw the wisdom in front of them, and the Buddha’s powerful spirit rushed into the white water like paper, and the three of them had the same heart and immediately made moves.
To say that Buddhism has a good understanding of his mind, although these four people certainly didn’t have the position of Luo Han Guo, they certainly didn’t become his mind, but they still have something in common with each other. It is a perfect match-blocking, getting away, delaying and fighting back at the same time
Whitewater is also a shape change, the original shape is folded, the claws are hit at the same time day by day, and then the opposite direction is twisted and torn, which is a strong force, and then there is a tear in one thing.
His tear directly broke the cooperation of Dharma palm and Buddha palm, and explained to each other that it was almost a shaped palm Buddha country. Then, the white wave claw fist was blasted to the head cover, and dzogchen’s staff skill was directly hit by the white wave fighting white tiger fist like a gale roaring to push the siege cone. The mord couldn’t root, and it was also brought back by the magic of the outer door.
Smile at the flowers and Zen with one finger? It doesn’t seem that the thing comes from a distance, but it doesn’t explode until it touches the body or qi, just like it appears and Master Jiaxiang has been practicing profound Buddhism for decades, which has enlightened both body and mind.
However, this thing is very important to Whitewater-if Master Jiaxiang in Whitewater’s own world can obtain magical powers suitable for his dharma practice, he should be able to fight Whitewater World War I better than Whitewater, but forget it here.