Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 693 There is something wrong with your understanding (1/2)

Buddhism has the ability of reincarnation, but there is still the mystery of reincarnation.

There is a thick fog between life and death. Without guidance, the dead can easily fall into the fog. They can only remember their past and present lives after ten or even a hundred lives, wasting a lot of time.

What's worse is that he stayed there too long, and the fog damaged his wisdom. The practice he did in his previous life could hardly benefit him in this life, and all his previous practice was wasted.

Therefore, a bright lamp must be lit, and then scriptures and prayers must be recited in front of the lamp to guide the master's soul to return and continue the relationship between master and disciple.

But after that, my master is no longer my master, but my disciple. This conjugate master-disciple relationship has built a complete and strict master-disciple system in Buddhism, allowing Buddhism to be passed down continuously.

After lighting the lamp, Xuankong called several fellow disciples to help guard the lamp together, and he did not breathe a sigh of relief until he was sure that the soul of Master Bikou had been guided to him.

Seeing his master's soul entering the reincarnation path he had arranged, Xuankong let out a long sigh, then returned to his own Zen temple with the golden book in his hands, and then inspected the relics of Master Bikou.

These relics belonged to his master, but some of them felt familiar. They should be the utensils he used in his previous life and now belonged to him.

Quietly stroking a golden cassock, Xuankong seemed to see his past self sewing this robe stitch by stitch, and could not help but smile.

After laughing, he put away the cassock and continued to check other items against the catalog. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that they were correct, and then began to check the golden book.

The golden book contains a large number of Buddhist secrets and various hardships. Some secrets can only be performed with the help of the golden book.

Xuankong even saw the secret method he wrote in his previous life in it. The familiar feeling came over him again, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

He originally wanted to spend a year slowly becoming familiar with the secret technique, but after just half an hour, Xuan Kong felt his mind filled with distracting thoughts, and even his practice of "Zheng Xin Jue" was unable to block them out.

Looking at his own sea of ​​consciousness again, he found that a large number of thoughts had ignited in his mind, and even if they were destroyed, they would be born again.

With a light sigh, Xuankong knew that the inner demon had been born and must be dealt with.

Putting aside his plan to learn the secret technique for the time being, he picked up the golden book and began to browse the game he had just downloaded.

After seeing the name of the game, Xuan Kong frowned slightly and sighed, "Black Buddha Kingdom Xuan Kong? This name slanders Buddha right from the start. It is indeed the work of a demon. However, Master's silent meditation is so good that he won't be angry to death because of a name."

"The problem is still inside."

Swallowing hard, Xuankong felt a strong sense of danger.

The content of the game is definitely more dangerous than the title, and it might even lead to his death.

But adhering to the principle of "if I don't go to hell, no one will", Xuankong activated the golden book and agreed to the regulations in it. Then he felt his soul being forcibly pulled out and fell into the game.

When Xuankong woke up, he found himself in a deep mountain.

In the game, I am wearing armor and holding a stick, with half a peach in my hand, and the unique sweetness of peach lingering in my mouth.

Everything in front of him was so lifelike, the surrounding trees were lush and green, and the sky was dazzlingly blue, Xuan Kong couldn't help but sigh: "Bai Long is really amazing, this dream is so real."

He originally wanted to walk around, but Xuankong soon found that his body was out of control and was walking forward automatically.

As his pace gradually quickened, he suddenly leaped towards the cliff, soared into the air before landing, and rushed straight into the distance.

After constantly shuttling through the dense forest, the trees in front of us suddenly disappeared and the scenery suddenly became clear.

Four huge Vajra Dharma Kings appeared in front of him. The four towering figures had ferocious faces and carried endless pressure, rushing towards Xuankong. There was also a huge demon god standing on the earth, like a pillar supporting the sky, which made people tremble with fear.

Looking at the huge group of five, Xuan Kong was startled at first, then nodded and smiled, "Amazing! They are the Four Vajra Kings! Bai Long and the others actually remember this! But who is that tall demon god? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Just as he was about to ask in detail, Xuankong saw a dark cloud suddenly roll up in the sky, and countless heavenly soldiers and generals rushed in like a tide, dyeing the sky ink-black.

Among them, there was a magnificent and vast voice from heaven and earth, resounding in all directions like thunder: "Xuankong, do you know your mistake?"

Although he didn't know what mistake he had made, the scene before him clearly showed that these people came because of him.

Holding the stick in his hand, Xuan Kong felt a sense of pride rising from his heart, and he said, "I am Xuan Kong, what's wrong with that?"

"Stubborn!"

A giant hand fell from the sky, a huge palm fell from the sky, pressing Xuankong down.

Even though he swung the golden stick in his hand, he could still feel the incredible power of this palm, which was pressing on him to the point where he couldn't breathe.

But the more this happened, the more excited Xuankong became.

Although the opponent was strong, he also felt that he was not weak. If he fought alone, he might not be afraid of this demon!

Raising the stick in his hand, he swept it hard. The powerful force of the stick directly knocked the giant hand away. The aftermath even shattered the surrounding air, making the heavenly soldiers and generals in the sky like catkins in the wind, blowing into pieces.

"readily!"

Another stick was raised, and the giant hand in front of him was directly shattered. The collapsed magic power flowed like blood, making Xuankong even more refreshed.

Just as he was about to continue pursuing the victory, he suddenly found that his magic power suddenly dissipated, and golden hoops suddenly appeared on his wrists, completely locking his magic power.

Before he could react, the giant hand in the air condensed again and slapped him again.

Without the support of magic power, Xuankong felt like an ant, being pressed down hard by the palm.

Sparks were created from the air, and even the impact did not lighten the ground, pressing it directly into the ground.

The mud from all around kept pouring in, Xuankong felt that his internal organs were violently stirred, and the blood in his mouth was spewing out uncontrollably.

Afterwards, the giant hand turned into a towering mountain, and the powerless Xuankong mud was pressed under the mountain, unable to move.

But even so, he still glared fiercely at the misty giant in the sky and shouted angrily: "You are playing dirty tricks! I don't accept it!"

A resounding voice sounded, with no sadness or joy, and even a hint of desolation: "Xuan Kong, you have not changed your ways and even killed the man destined by heaven. But the Buddha has mercy on you and will let you repent here for five hundred years. When the next man destined by heaven comes, you can follow him to obtain the true scriptures."

Then, the resonant voice sounded again: "Your inner fire has not been extinguished, and your six senses have not been exhausted. I will take your root capacity and let you purify yourself and reflect on yourself."

Xuankong was still sneering when he suddenly felt a chill in his crotch.

In his astonished eyes, he saw his roots detach themselves, struggle to get out of his trouser legs, climb to the top of the mountain, face the sky like a baby bird, then spread their wings and fly high into the hands of the huge statue in the backlight.

It was not until the other party disappeared that Xuan Kong reacted and shouted, "Why is it that root? Bailong, is there something wrong with your understanding of the root?"

(End of this chapter)