Chapter 307 Monk Temple (3)

The magic art comes from the projection of "God". The stronger the personal belief, the stronger the projection obtained is.

Unlike ordinary people's understanding, except for a very small number of "Gods", most "Gods" do not exclude other "Gods", and most of the projections can be superimposed. Chen Yi has many malicious conjectures: either God does not have intelligence, or God has discovered it in many years of competition, and only with full freedom can we gain more faith...

As a socialist youth with a strong root, Chen Yi never believed in the idea of ​​the Three Pure Ones of Gods and Buddhas, the three Pure Ones, and our party never believed in it. The only recognized Bible can only be the Red Book. The glorious thought is sacred and inviolable. In addition, Marxism-Leninism must have a cautious critical attitude, especially the part that is contrary to the Red Book's thought...

"Master Ruding, did you perform it in a special place when you consecrate?" Chen Yi knew that whether it is the Western Continent or the Kingdom of Saint Chio, the acquisition of divine arts must be performed in the altar. Only by performing rituals recognized by "God" or "Shrine" can you perform activities such as prayer to increase divine arts. Just like the Paladin of Grendler, he was recognized in the Dragon Temple first, and then he could practice it himself, but he did not have to go there frequently. Many temples also master the knights as much as possible through this method.

Ru Ding recalled and said, "It seems that nothing special. When I was young, I entered White Horse Temple and studied with my fellow disciples... After all, there are a few who can worship Buddha devoutly. Only three of them have the ability to consecrate, which is much weaker than the records of the previous generation."

"How many people in a generation?"

"170 Destiny has not been concealed. In front of him, there was Yin Sen Yong, a large luminous body. It was a powerful "magic power" that he had never heard of before. The Buddha light he thought was proud of was nothing at all.

Chen Yi shook his head and smiled, "I have never heard of so many people in White Horse Temple."

"Every generation of disciples who are not pious enough will gradually be transferred to other temples." Ru Ding talked about his own secrets, without any emotion.

Yinmori entered a state of thinking, looking up and down at Monk Ruding up and down, and said for a while: "Look at their magical skills, maybe they have performed some kind of evil spirit ritual, and there may not be a temple. Well, it must be like this. They performed a magical art with a large number of people. If the number is really large, then all those who performed the same ritual will be part of God, thus providing the power of faith for others...it must be like this."

After giving a clear conclusion, Yinmori asked, "Have you performed any similar rituals?"

Monk Ru Ding listened to Yin Senyong's words and felt that it was not a taste. He couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Let me ask what the ceremony you were doing?"

"The holy water is watered and bathed, prayed for seven consecutive days, donated to the Dragon God." Yin Senyong's faith includes both "consistent words and deeds" and "loyalty to the temple", which carries out quite traditional rituals.

"The dross of the West." Monk Ruding snorted. He actually likes foreign products on weekdays. The bone porcelain produced in Britain is the favorite, but he even has "evil magic" and he can't survive without refuting it.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, pointed at his decisive brain and said, "All monks need to be shave their heads, that is, they need to be shave their heads."

"Interesting ceremony. How many people are there?"

"Ten millions?"

"Oh my God" Yin Senyong nodded in shock: "Such evil magic, such evil magic is really amazing."

Ru Dingshi Danliu retorted: "White Horse Temple is a temple, we still have five precepts, eight precepts and two hundred and fifty precepts..."

"Two hundred and fifty kinds of faith?" Yin Senyong swallowed with greed. If there were 250 gods, what a powerful magic would it be. He ignored Ru Ding's so-called temples. The temples have various branches, but very few can perform rituals, and the sacrificial power of presidency must be very powerful.

Chen Yi coughed twice and said, "I know the Five Precepts. I don't kill, steal, lie, and drink. What is the other one? Don't eat rou?"

"I'm sure I'm not angry.

Yin Sen Yong was shocked: "What's the point of living? Moreover, is the yin evil you mentioned completely impossible? Then how to continue the family..."

Ru Ding said furiously: "I'm leaving."

"Don't worry, great monk." Chen Yi grabbed him and said with a smile: "Faith is faith, ritual is ritual, and your five precepts are not carried out as soon as you enter. Faith provides the original energy, which is what you call magic power. Ritual is like a switch, which is the valve that opens the energy transmission."

As he said that, he turned to Yinmori and said, "I think shaving is a ceremony. Do you want to try it?"

Yin Sen Yong shook his head while envious, "It's okay to steal, but not lying is worse than being consistent in words and deeds. I can't stick to the rest. Instead of spending time, it's better to keep my current belief."

Chen Yi smiled and scolded: "Don't think stealing is simple. Stealing includes the precept of robbery."

Robbery in the Western Continent is as common as in South Africa, and few knights can tolerate youhuo.

Yinmori shook his head immediately: "I know this belief. If the battle is won, I don't even dare to take the spoils..."

Chen Yi asked in a suggestive manner: "I don't drink."

"If you accidentally drink it, wouldn't you lose a lot of divine power? No, no..."

Chen Yi calculated that Buddhism really has no easy precepts to do.

"Where is the place where you worship Buddha, and how can you enter?" Chen Yi asked Ru Ding again. Although he did not intend to join Buddhism, if it was a temple, you must understand it.

Ru Ding had long since disregarded them and sat on the ground. He was actually very curious, but his strength was weak and he had to passively avoid it.

Yin Senyong has been fighting all his life and has seen more prisoners than NV people. He immediately walked up and threatened: "If you don't take us there, you will immediately feed you drink and eat, and then find someone to give you, and you will also put you in the pile of rats, and you will be crushed to death as soon as you turn over..."

But he learned and used it, and so many captured knights fell into decline. Because of this, subjective beliefs are easier to maintain, while objective beliefs are easy to be threatened.

Ru Ding was shocked and angry: "How can you do this? How can you do this? The rats are the same."

His anger precepts have never been successful.

"If you don't lie, you can't tell lies. I'm not a mouse. How can you say that? Don't think I've never seen a mouse. When I lived in the martial arts hall on the first day, I slaughtered a nest." Yin Senyong showed his outstanding wind-catching ears and shook his head and said, "No wonder your magic is so weak."

After a few words, Monk Ru Ding was unable to get rid of her. She was under the eaves and had to bow her head. She had to inform the practice place in the temple. However, Yin Senyong could not leave. Chen Yi simply borrowed two people from Fang Chong's investment team and took Su Yuanchun from the Martial Arts Archives Research Office to go to the scene to check the shooting. The official document was still received.

Everything was arranged and it was dark.

Chen Yi's telephone storage area and other places heard that everything was normal, so he felt relieved. Only then did he realize: "Where is your other apprentice?"

As soon as his question was spoken, Ru Ding said proudly: "He has already gone to Mayor Fang's home... Your martial arts hall is going to be dangerous, hahahahahaha."

If Ding is a NPC representative, he is clear about the power of the official position, so he valued the mayor so seriously.

Chen Yi asked strangely: "Which mayor is there?"

"Mayor Fang of Jiangning City."

The only uncle of the municipal government is named Fang, and he is indeed the deputy mayor of religious affairs. Chen Yi looked at Ru Ding weirdly, called Fang Zhennan and asked, "Uncle, is there a monk looking for you today?"

"I asked xiǎo Liu to receive him, what's wrong?"

"Where is he now?"

"I'll ask, let Liu call you." Deputy Mayor Jiangning is also a daily routine, and he probably has no strength to take care of the needs of a monk.

After hanging up the phone, Monk Ruding sat upright with a pale face.

After a while, the secretariat also called and reported to his home, saying, "Mr. Chen, I am Mayor Fang's secretary Liu. Today's monks were arranged in the municipal guesthouse, but they seem to have residences themselves."

"Okay, please wait in the guesthouse. I'll send someone to take him." Chen Yi put down his phone and smiled at Ru Ding, "Write two notes."

Ru Ding wrote as he said, and he knew Chen Yi's identity and was not worried about killing people to silence him, but he still had no idea how to get out.

Chen Yi, Yin Senyong and Monk Ruding continued to discuss the issues of rituals and beliefs. Not long after, it became Chen Yi, Yin Senyong and Monk Ruding discussed.

As a family pillar of the Western Continent who has a great hope to impact the Knight of the Divine Arts, Yin Sen Yong almost denied all objective "faith" - keeping a word and not killing, he was severely criticized by him, believing that it had almost no practical meaning and was flashy.

It was really bad to be called flashy and unreal by a family knight. Shaving his hair made him sarcastically: "If the war is too tense and even surrounded, and you forgot to shave your hair, will your strength drop sharply?

"It's fine if I shave it."

"If you have faith, you will be backfired if you suddenly violate it. Your divine power will be greatly reduced. Not only will you be unlucky, but your knight will be unlucky."

"Where are there so many wars?" This is the true thought of Monk Ruding. No matter how strong or powerful he is, he was born in a peaceful era, and he never thought of using his kung fu to go to the battlefield - he still has the precept of not killing.

Chen Yi didn't speak, but sat there thinking. After a while, he was awakened by Monk Ruding, who stammered his neck and asked, "You can say it, right?"

He looked like he was drunk.

After a closer look, I saw a few bottles of Wuliangye on the ground, and I was really drunk.

Chen Yi was amused and cried, so he threw away the monk Ruding and asked Yin Senyong: "You said that rituals like baptism would also be temple-like existences?"

"If there is a god, there is a temple, it's normal." Yin Sen Yong had seen many strange temples. He pointed to the monk Ru Ding and said, "But there will be no future for knights like them who skip the fighting skills level."

Chen Yi didn't care about the monk temple now, but he asked someone to come over with a computer and said, "There is Christianity here and the Vatican. I'll find pictures to show you if there will be a place where magical arts can be used."

He was thinking of himself. The Kingdom of Saint-Qio cannot go to and the Western Continent cannot go far. If he can find the existence of temples on the earth, it will not be convenient and familiar, and it will not even matter whether he likes the temple. It would be fine if he did not believe in "loyalty to the temple".

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