Chapter 110 How Dare He?

At this time, Fantuo Mountain was very lively. Many people looked enthusiastic and looked at the temple standing on the top of the mountain with a pilgrimage mentality.

"It's the day for the Hanging Temple to open a Dharma altar again. This time I must comprehend the profound Buddhist teachings of the abbot."

"The abbot is really a good person. His tolerance and broad mind make him a spiritual leader of Zen meditation in the world."

"After all, that is the closest to the true Buddha!"

There were many discussions, and many people were sighing.

One of the men pointed his finger and said in surprise: "Hey, are those people members of the royal family of the Pure Land Kingdom? Are they also here to listen to the lecture of the abbot?"

Everyone looked in the direction.

I saw two men and one woman walking along the stone steps to the top of the mountain. They were wearing luxurious clothes and royal tokens on their waists. They were very different from ordinary people in terms of temperament.

There was a group of elite guards following them at all times. Each of them was as energetic as a dragon and had a strong cultivation.

"My dear, you are from outside, right? You should know that every time the abbot of the Hanging Temple opens a Dharma altar, the ruler of the Pure Land Kingdom asks his children to come and learn. After so many years, this has become a must for members of the royal family!"

"I see!"

Everyone stopped talking and stepped up the stairs with one heart.

This is the rule of the Hanging Temple. If you want to go to the temple to burn incense and pray, or listen to the Dharma, you need to walk up the 100,000 steps of Fantuo Mountain.

If you are impatient and rush up rashly, you will be considered insincere and rejected by the monks of the Hanging Temple!

"Since I listened to the lecture of the abbot, I have a thorough understanding of the golden body of Buddhism. Even if I face the attack of a demon king, I must be able to fight it with my flesh."

The one who spoke was the eldest prince of the Pure Land Kingdom. He was relatively burly, full of momentum, with hair standing up like steel needles, and his eyes shining.

"Brother is still the one who has the best understanding," the second prince beside him said with a smile, holding a folding fan and gently shaking it, like a gentleman with elegant manners and graceful appearance.

"Brother, didn't you just tell me a while ago that you have mastered the six-word mantra a little bit better, and told me that you are sure you can suppress a demon king." Princess Mingyue said jokingly with bright eyes and white teeth.

She was wearing a purple dress, her hair was smooth and soft, her figure was curvy, especially her upper body, which stood like a mountain, exuding an irresistible charm.

The second prince's forehead was sweating, and he laughed dryly: "Little sister, you heard it wrong."

Brother said that he could compete with the demon king, but he said that he could suppress the demon king. Doesn't this mean that he can beat brother?

The eldest prince frowned, "Second brother, it seems that your strength has increased. After we go back, let's practice together!"

"Big brother, don't listen to my little sister's nonsense! How can I compare with you?" The second prince was so confused that he hurriedly said.

If he was dragged to practice with him, he would probably have to lie down for ten days or half a month.

"Look how nervous you are. I just want to enhance the relationship between brothers. Besides, how long have we not practiced together? If you dare to refuse again, I will think you look down on me!"

The eldest prince directly hugged the second prince's shoulders, stretched out his fists and crackled, and seemed to be crazy to suggest that you should think about the consequences.

The second prince's face fell. Anyway, he was going to be beaten, so he might as well agree first, so that he could be beaten less.

"Okay..."

"That's right! You are worthy of being my good brother!"

"Second brother, don't worry, I will cheer you on the side." Princess Mingyue smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth, her eyebrows curved.

"Hmm? It seems that you are really capable. Even my little sister is going to cheer you up. Then I must go all out!" The eldest prince said angrily.

The second prince cried and said, "Little sister, don't add fuel to the fire. My second brother treats you well on weekdays."

Seeing this, Princess Mingyue almost laughed and bent over, and her chest trembled, which made many people stare at her.

"Everyone, this is Fantuo Mountain. Please pay attention to the royal face." The head of the guard reminded in a low voice.

Suddenly.

The three stopped playing and put on a proper attitude.

"In two months, it will be my father's birthday banquet. I hope to take this opportunity to open the altar and understand new Buddhist principles from it, so that I can please my father." Princess Mingyue said secretly.

Many people climbed to the top of the mountain and went to the temple to listen to the Dharma.

The monks put their hands together and looked solemn.

On the lotus seat, the abbot of the Hanging Temple sat cross-legged, twisting his thumb and middle finger, and taught the Dharma to the believers below:

"Bodhisattvas should subdue their hearts in this way! All sentient beings: whether born from eggs, born from the womb, born from moisture, or born from transformation; whether with color or without color; whether with thought, without thought, or neither with thought nor without thought, I will make them all enter into the Nirvana of no remainder and extinguish them. In this way, the extinguishing is immeasurable, countless and boundless, and there is actually no sentient being who can be extinguished. Why? Subhuti! If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, the appearance of others, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of the longevity, then he is not a bodhisattva..."

The old voice was full of calmness and peace, and it kept ringing in the hearts of the people. Everyone listened to it like a trance, as if even their souls were cleansed.

Many Zen practitioners who came from the outside world listened carefully at the scene, fearing that they would miss a word.

"Buddha has mercy~" The eldest and second princes murmured with admiration on their faces.

Princess Mingyue also clasped her hands together with a pious look.

Suddenly.

There was a noisy sound outside.

Princess Mingyue turned her head and her beautiful eyes widened instantly.

Several figures came to the temple gate, not being restricted by the 100,000 steps at all.

The leader was a young man in black robes with silver-white hair, a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a mocking smile on his lips.

It can be seen that there is no respect for the Buddhist holy land.

It seems like they are here to cause trouble!

"Several donors, you are ignoring the rules. Please leave Mount Fantuo quickly. You are not welcome here!"

The monks all had gloomy expressions and blocked their way. The middle-aged monk who took the lead released his cultivation in the Fusion Realm and spoke in a warning tone.

In all these years, I have never seen such an unruly young man!

"What did you say?"

"Donor, I say..."

Snap!

Ye Junlin slapped the middle-aged monk away, "Have labor and management given you face?!"

"Senior Brother Huide!" All the monks were shocked. Where did this arrogant person come from? How dare he come to Xuankong Temple to beat people?

"Take him and wait for the abbot to punish him!"

The group of monks swarmed forward angrily.

"It's just you?" Li Wujie sneered and took a step forward, pulling out the ink knife he wore on his waist. The sword was extremely powerful and powerful.

"ah……"

A group of monks flew out upside down, blood spurted from the corners of their mouths, their eyes rolled back and they lost consciousness.

"What's going on outside!?"

The movement was so loud that the crowd listening to the Dharma in the square looked at each other in surprise and uncertainty.

Ye Junlin reached out his hand, and a terrifying suction force erupted from his palm, and the plaque of the Hanging Temple was forcibly removed.

This plaque is full of precious light and is engraved with the three characters "Xuankong Temple". After endless years of baptism and refinement by eminent monks of all ages, the plaque itself has even reached the threshold of a spiritual weapon.

This is the card of Xuankong Temple! No one is allowed to blaspheme!

Hong Qianye looked weird, what is this guy going to do?

Immediately afterwards, under countless shocked eyes, Ye Junlin walked in with a swagger carrying the plaque of the Hanging Temple, and then raised his hand and threw it into the air. The plaque traced a beautiful arc. Ye Junlin imitated the name of a certain Kung Fu superstar in his previous life. A classic move, he wiped his nose and let out a cry, then hit the plaque with a beautiful flying kick from the side.

"Ah hit~!!"

At this moment, this plaque that had gone through the baptism of time and was engraved with the three characters "Xuankong Temple" exploded in an instant, sending fragments flying everywhere.

Ye Junlin landed on the ground gracefully, with his hands behind his back, looking like a peerless master.

In an instant.

Everyone stood there as if petrified, with expressions of disbelief.

Princess Mingyue's beautiful eyes were full of shock, and she murmured: "Oh my God, who is this person? How dare he..."