Chapter 463: Golden Mountain surges, dragon pond and tiger cave

The wind blew under Faming's feet, and it spanned dozens of feet in one step, as if it was shrinking into an inch. After only three quarters of an hour, we arrived at Jinshan Temple.

I listened to the light voice of the Buddhist sing in my ears and watched the blue smoke curling in my eyes, and then I let out a long sigh.

He knew that at this time the monks in the temple were doing lunch classes, communicating with the upper realm with sincerity and mindfulness. Whenever this time, the light of the Buddha shines on the temple, and any evil demons and heretics have to retreat.

The sudden palpitations just now and the fear of the disaster finally faded away from my heart.

Only when you get here is truly safe.

"Fortunately, I didn't do anything wrong with the Bodhisattva's instructions. The little guy arrived at Jinshan Temple without any trouble. Next, as long as he teaches with peace of mind and grows smoothly, there will be no changes again."

He looked down at the chubby little guy, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"The little guy is cute in ice and snow. He looks like a very smart child. I guess he will be very quick to learn something. However, his bloodline comes from his father's generation and may be a little brave and ruthless, but he cannot be involved in martial arts.

It’s better to let him keep calm and cultivate his nature and concentrate on studying Buddhist scriptures, and not want him to become a great monk. As long as he is subtle and devote himself to the Buddha.”

Raising such a young child is actually a very troublesome thing.

However, Faming traveled around the world and experienced too much in his life.

He is known as the saint of Buddhism and human beings. His knowledge and knowledge are not inferior to those of the wise and powerful talents in the court. As long as he thinks about it casually, he can handle some very troublesome things properly.

First, he went to Jinshan Temple and did not go to the abbot to submit an order. As an elder, he had a very high status. At that moment, he instructed some monks and deacons in the temple to go to the mountain to get animal breasts and deliver them to the temple on time every day.

Drinking some animal milk is good when the child is not yet teething.

When you get older, you can feed some porridge and rice, so you won’t be hungry.

Of course, there are special monks in the temple to deal with work such as changing diapers and washing clothes, so there is no need to understand that this holy monk is too worried.

After giving many instructions, Faming carefully put the little guy on the couch and put it comfortably with a quilt. Then, he recited a spell to a fierce and fierce shirtless arhat in the Zen room.

When the breath of his body became one with the arhat and the energy was connected, he felt relieved and picked up the little guy and had the heart to make a joke, "From now on, the old monk will be your teacher. If you don't study well in the future, you will definitely learn from the mortal academy and hit your little butt, and you have to study hard.

You drifted over the river, and you will call you "Jiang Liuer" in the future. The names of the lay people, whether they are surnamed Chen or Li, don't mention them again. The past is not that important. You have to work hard on Jiang Liuer."

The little guy just stared at the black eyes and looked at the old monk, as if he understood what he was saying, and kicked his legs hard.

It seems to be saying, old monk, please walk away, who is patient to learn from you?

After apart for a while, he missed his mother.

I thought of the woman who put herself in the river with tears in her eyes.

He opened his mouth and started crying loudly.

Crying so hard that he was heartbroken.

The old monk Faming supported his hands and was stunned.

His hands were warm and humid, and he was urinated all over his body. His eyebrows were leaping. For the first time, he realized that raising a baby was really not a job.

I wanted to scold me, but when facing this little kid who is not yet full month old, what can you get angry...

People don't know anything.

...

"The doll is crying, I heard it."

Yin Wenjiao was weak and looked sad.

It is said that mother and son are in love, but she seems to really hear her son crying and being sad.

I felt uncomfortable as if I was stormed in my heart.

Perhaps, in the past, she was worried that it would be detrimental to children and would endure any worries.

At this time, there was obviously no need to bear it, just looking at Yang Lin helplessly.

No matter whether the child was given by the Bodhisattva, from the Li family, or from your Chen family, now he has followed you, and Li Wuding has no bones left, you are the child's biological father.

Do you have the heart to let him grow up in the temple from now on, and eventually become a pedantic stupid monk?

"Look, let's talk about it. Although the old monk was not strong, he retreated with just a try. In fact, he was not as weak as he looked, and he was very sinister."

He reached out to touch Yin Wenjiao's forehead and eyebrows.

A ray of golden light stained it.

Using the power of his own sky eye, he helped Yin Wenjiao open his eyes temporarily.

Let her see it more clearly.

Yin Wenjiao turned to look at the temple in confusion, and saw the golden light as the sea.

Almost blinded her eyes.

In the main hall, hundreds of monks recited in unison. The Buddha and Bodhisattva looked solemn, and their magic power was like a tide and waves, covering Jinshan Temple.

A wild wolf seemed to be anxious and panicked, and seemed to smell the fresh popularity in the temple.

He was stunned for a moment, and jumped from the backyard and invaded the temple, opened his bloody mouth and rushed to the eight or nine-year-old novice monk who was sweeping the fallen leaves.

The black wolf's howl still echoed beside his mouth, but he was halfway through the golden light and his body turned into countless light spots, blending into the golden Buddha's light and disappearing.

It seems that it has never been here, and there has never been such a black wolf in the world.

"It is said that Buddhism is a place of compassion. People in the world always ignore their methods of subjugating demons, intentionally or unintentionally... They always think that monks are kind-hearted and willing to bully them.

In fact, at heart, these people are more cruel than anyone else and are poisonous in secret."

He was able to open a temple in all heavens and all worlds, and he also became one of the best major forces, making such a great reputation and enjoying endless incense.

It is impossible to do it by chanting scriptures well.

Such a great benefit...

If you want to get it in your hands and keep it safe, people dare not rob it. The only explanation is that they are strong and cruel enough.

If you break into the other party’s nest without hesitation, your fate will not be much better than the hungry wolf who wants to eat people.

Because Yang Lin discovered that in this very detailed temple, the clay sculptures and wooden sculptures are not real statues, but powerful people who can recover at any time.

Perhaps, in other parts of the Central Plains, they will be suppressed by this world, but in the local temple, the incense and thoughts of gathering all directions, the statues can basically exert their original strength within a certain period of time.

Even if you are suppressed, you can use the power to transcend this world.

His fifth-level strength may be able to fight beyond the level, but when facing enemies who are too many levels beyond his level, he is a little helpless.

Even if Yin Wenjiao doesn't say these words, she will understand them when she sees them.

She also saw an old monk guarding the little guy on the northwest side, in a meditation room, and above the incense table behind her, there was a shirtless Arhat statue stepping on a black tiger.

The body of the statue is as powerful as a mountain, and its aura is connected to the old monk. With every move, the statue seems to be coming back to life.

"The Tiger and Arhat?"

"Yes, it seems that he should be."

There was a little coldness in Yang Lin's eyes.

He used to attack by the river, using the Five Elements Realm and a sword attack, and beat the monk to vomit blood and escape.

It seems that he has the upper hand, and it is okay to kill the old monk directly.

In fact, Yang Lin knew that this was not the case at all.

Because he did not receive the martial arts fortune value obtained by defeating the opponent from the military exercise order.

The only explanation for this situation is that the other party is pretending.

Pretending with some intention.

Even he was afraid of pretending not to behave like him, so he fled while creating various traces and fled to the temple.

Do you hope Yang Lin will show his appearance, or do you hope he will go to the temple?

Yang Lin didn't think very well about what he planned.

But he knew that with his current methods, he could not actually kill this old monk.

Because, when it is really at the critical moment of life and death, the old monk is likely to transform.

The battle is too intense. If the little guy is injured, it is very likely that the sky will crack and will usher in unexpected changes.

Just look at the Buddha Bodhisattva who may recover anytime and anywhere in Jinshan Temple and you will understand this.

Describing it as a dragon, a cave, a tiger's den, is considered an insult to this Buddhist holy land.
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