The python spirit stopped struggling in the sighs of everyone. The villagers took the shovel and went up to check, and suddenly saw that the giant python's stomach was corroded by the high temperature of fire and salt, and the internal organs flowed all over the ground, huh white
Anger was also constantly emerging from the wounds of the giant python.
The villagers looked at the giant python and talked. Some said they had burned the matter, while others thought they were buried on the spot, but the village accountant was worried about handing over to the government.
"Everyone is quiet, everyone is quiet. Listen to Master Changming, he said what to do, we will do what we do!" The village chief stood on the giant python and waved his hand to the villagers.
After listening, everyone looked at Changming together.
Changming didn't want the life of this python spirit, but it just hurt its vitality and could not harm people and animals. He glanced at the giant python and said to everyone: "Amitabha, its hundred-year Taoism has been destroyed in one day, I
The Buddha is merciful, and I hope you all will spare his life.”
Everyone was surprised after hearing this. If they really released the python spirit, wouldn’t it be a problem to let the tiger go back to the mountain to stay? But then they thought, since the master had the means to subdue it, he would definitely be sure to let it calm down. Everyone agreed.
Under Changming's leadership, the villagers carried the giant python to the pond in the fir forest in front of the village. Changming had long seen that the pond had a mud jar, which could just wipe out the bloodthirsty anger of the python essence.
But what Changming didn't expect was that the python spirit was not only not burned through the vitality by fire and nitrate, but by coincidence, fire and nitrate formed an inner elixir in its body, transformed into a dragon clan, and grew on its head.
The huge red crown was filled with poisonous gas all over the body, which shone with a hundred times more viciousness than before.
After Changming left, the python spirit made a comeback and razed the village to the ground overnight.
The disaster never came alone. Changming returned to the temple and had already changed things. Countless Buddha statues and scriptures were smashed and broken, and several of his senior brothers were also sent to the countryside for labor reform.
Changming had an ominous premonition in his heart. He rushed back to the village, but found that the village had been destroyed by all the python spirits. Except for the three dolls who were still croaking on the ground, there were no living things.
After seeing this, Changming was extremely sad and blamed himself for not comforting the python spirit and leaving in a hurry. After saving the dead of the villagers, he built a local temple above the village. Although there was no golden Buddha, he at least let it go.
He had a place to settle down with those orphans.
While taking care of a few children every day, he would go to the pond where the python spirit lives to recite scriptures and Buddha. He did not blame the python spirit, but just secretly blamed himself for not being able to save it.
The python spirit listened to him chanting Buddha every day, and gradually lost its anger. For twenty years, it has been dormant at the bottom of the pond.
After hearing this, I was puzzled and asked him: "Since the python has been comforted by you using Buddhism, why will it hurt people suddenly?"
Changming sighed and said to me: "My senior brother Abbot Yuantong once said that when Mokhuraga (the python god in Buddhism, which alludes to giant pythons) is reincarnated, it is the time when I travel west. That python spirit is also
You must be attracted by some evil thing to do this. Now that you kill the giant python by chance, I am afraid that my time limit will not be too long."
"The evil things are probably not evil things, but evil gods." I said in Changming's words.
Changming sighed and said, "The so-called evil god is just a blinding human heart."
"Then you don't find a way to avoid disasters, your disciples are gone!"
"Troubles are Bodhi, and life and death are Nirvana. What are the fears of death? Let the donor leave now! Remember, don't learn to be tingled." After he said that, he chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.
I didn't understand what he said just now, but I don't know why he wanted to drive me away.
What kind of disaster will Daozhen have? Looking at the burnt forest in front of him, he suddenly thought of the signal that Qiu Chengliang sent to the sky last night, and said intimately that oh no, maybe it would really implicate the old monk.
I didn't dare to delay, so I turned sideways and said goodbye to Changming, but before I could speak, I saw more than ten people rushing out of the burnt fir forest in front of me.
"Bald donkey!"
"Amitabha……"
When I saw that it was not good, Qiu Chengliang, covered in black and gray, was rushing towards him with a few fierce men, shouting and scolding all the way.
I saw that Qiu Chengliang had already cut off his right hand, and his wound was wrapped in gauze. Although his face was covered with black and gray, he could not stop the murderous aura revealed in his eyes. Before he could speak, the men around him were already big.
He yelled and rushed up.
Changming looked sad, stood up and looked at the people, and slowly closed his eyes.
I felt a little cold after seeing it.
Seeing a man in sportswear running towards me, he kept breathing heavily in his mouth, and raised his hand to slash my neck.
I subconsciously retreated, but I saw Changming suddenly slapped a palm, hitting his heart. In the blink of an eye, the man had already rolled down the hillside. Several men who were climbing halfway up the mountain were startled to see this, and then their feet were filled with tears.
The wind rushed towards Changming quickly. As soon as I saw the sharp steps of those people, I knew that they were all Jianjiazi.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but worry about Changming. I didn't want to implicate him, but at worst I could be arrested by them, but I never expected Changming to take action suddenly.
Then the men all had red eyes and shouted, and raised their feet and kicked them on Changming's head. I was secretly shocked. These people seemed to be out of order, so they kicked them, but they heard that
The sound of breaking the wind knows that it is not an empty style.
When Changming suddenly opened his eyes and raised his palm to hit the sole of the man's shoes. I was surprised and said that his arm could not twist his thighs. Isn't this old monk looking for death with his palm on the sole of his shoes?
Before I could think about it, I was going to rush forward to help. If Changming was kicked by this kick, he would probably be disabled even if he didn't die. In the flash, he saw Changming's hand shape suddenly change, his two fingers were put together and straight into the direction.
The man's sole.
Only a scream was heard. The man had already flew far away and hit a big tree in front of the temple. He covered the thigh that was hit by Changming with one hand, pointed at Changming with the other hand, and groaned,
Then he fainted.
The remaining men ignored the man, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Changming again. However, Changming remained calm in the face of danger, moved his footsteps lightly, raised his hand and urged him to attack those people.
On the thigh.
The men failed to move and were all dodged by Changming. While they were shocked and suspicious, they saw that the people suddenly took a few steps back, covered their thighs, and lie on the ground and screamed.
"Amitabha, I have injured one of your legs today. I hope you can do it yourself. Don't be accused of the tiger..." Changming withdrew his right hand and sighed.
I was very surprised after seeing this. Seeing that the old monk was just a stick of bones. He could even use firewood to burn it, but he could not move the people with one move. It was really not easy.
But Qiu Chengliang, who had been watching the mountain at this time, couldn't stand it anymore, and paused his feet and shouted: "Old Zamao, he really has a fucking trick. I'll kill you!"
Hearing Qiu Chengliang's tone, he suddenly pulled out his pistol from his waist, raised his hand and fired a shot at Changming. However, he saw that Changming's face did not change, his hands closed, and his right foot suddenly rolled up a stone.
Kick the stone into the air.
There was only a crisp sound when the stone hit the one and it was spinning rapidly in the air.
The bullet immediately sparked everywhere and bounced elsewhere.
I have never seen anyone use gravel to block the bullets fired from the air. Seeing Changming's unhurried and slow look, I was shocked.
Qiu Chengliang was obviously very surprised after seeing it. He screamed madly and was about to shoot again. But before he could lift his pistol, a person suddenly rushed out from behind him and hit Qiu Chengliang in the back of the head. Qiu Chengliang was slapped.
The stick made me stand unsteadily. I turned around and looked at the man, and fell to the ground unwillingly.
I looked closely and saw that the person holding the stick was Changming's disciple - keeping the precepts. I saw that he threw away the wooden stick in his hand and ran towards him quickly. Changming watched as he kept the precepts running halfway up the mountain.
The figure shook his head and sighed slowly, and then sighed slowly: "Injustice..."
Keeping the precepts and running to Changming, he kept breathing heavily and cried slightly, and said to Changming: "Master, go quickly. Before we arrived down the mountain, we met a person with a terrible face and took action
The eldest and second brothers…” said the kidnapping halfway, and couldn't help crying, and lay in Changming's arms and burst into tears.
After hearing the buzzing sound in my head, I guessed it was Shui Xiaoliu, but I didn't expect that he was so cruel. These monks had no grudges and no grudges with him, and could kill him.
"Oh, it's him." Changming looked at the old man walking down the mountain and said slowly.
I followed Changming's gaze and saw the man wearing white clothes dancing in the wind. He seemed to have a thousand pounds of force as he walked around. It was Shui Xiaoliu who fell into the crack of the ground. Qiu Chengliang on the ground smiled.
Walk slowly towards us.
I don't know how he escaped from the crack, but looking at the scars on his face, I know that he must have suffered a lot.
"Master Changming, do you still recognize me?" Shui Xiaoliu glanced at me and asked Changming loudly.
Changming shook his head and recited the Buddha's name, looking desolate, and said, "Of course I recognize it, but I never thought that your greed would become so heavy."
After hearing this, Shui Xiaoliu laughed and said, "Master made fun of me. I am just a mustard seed and mortal world. I am not as good as you living Buddhas who eat vegetarian food and chant scriptures all day long. After death, you can be reborn in the Western Paradise."
When he kept the precepts, he immediately turned red when he saw Shui Xiaoliu and shouted that he was about to rush towards Shui Xiaoliu, but was restrained by Changming and could not move.
"If you want someone to die, be a living dead first. Don't be obsessed with it, and then commit murderous crimes!" Changming said slowly.
After hearing this, Shui Xiaoliu laughed and said, "The master's Zen skills are too deep, I'm sorry I can't understand them thoroughly!"
Then he shouted loudly, raised his hand and grabbed me. I was shocked and took a few steps back. Shui Xiaoliu thought he was superb and could capture me, but he didn't know that I was not a vegetarian, and he was half a step faster than him.
Then he kicked it out. Shui Xiaoliu immediately turned sideways, avoided my kick, and grabbed me quickly.
At this moment, Changming chanted the Buddha's name lightly, and his five fingers formed claws, and he grabbed Shui Xiaoliu's left shoulder in the air.
Shui Xiaoliu frowned and turned his head quickly. His anger was beyond words. He whipped his one leg and suddenly hit Changming. Seeing this, Changming retreated repeatedly, but Shui Xiaoliu's whip legs also followed. Changming couldn't avoid it.
, had to resist with your hands.
Immediately afterwards, a muffled sound of Shui Xiaoliu's leg slammed into Changming's half-lifted arms with the sound of breaking the wind. Changming was defeated by Shui Xiaoliu for a few steps, but he saw Shui Xiao
Liu attacked nearer again, and his palm edge was like a knife, slashing towards Changming. After Changming looked at it, his eyes changed slightly, and he suddenly stretched out his two fingers and headed straight for Shui Xiaoliu's chest.
Chapter completed!