Opening Sign to Shaolin Abbot - Chapter 71

　　 I saw this old man in black, who was like a ghost and had no body.

　　 stands in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

　　He was heavily darkened, and his soul body began to tremble.

“Do not be nervous.”

　　 Xuan Xin raised his hand, calmly and calmly, as if he had already expected everything.

　　 Xuan Gang and Xuan Yuan, and Wu Neng guarding him.

　　 This is the time to relax.

　　 “Abbot, this is Elder Mo, a martial arts master, his body can only be survived by the soul when he is destroyed.”

　　 “Old Mo is not malicious.”

　　 Xiao Huohuo immediately stood up and explained.

　　 Although he doesn’t know much about Old Mo, he also knows that this Old Mo is definitely not a wicked person.

　　 He can still see how Xiao Huohuo is.

　　 “Abbot, this person is at least a great power to transform the gods.”

　　 Wu can be the first minister of the cabinet who returned to the hometown and retired from the Great Zhou Dynasty. Both vision and knowledge are unmatched by everyone present.

　　 “hiss…”

　　 Xiao Huohuo and Xuangang Xuanyuan on the side all took a breath, and after hearing it, they looked horrified.

　　 was beyond shock!

　　 Wu Zhen Wu Tian, ​​on the other hand, has no understanding of the Transcendent God Realm.

　　 I haven’t even heard of it.

　　The realm of martial arts, the nurture, the innate, the foundation building, the golden core, the primordial infant, the transformation of the gods…

　　What kind of existence is the God Realm?

　　Before, the most powerful demon in the world could not transform into the gods, and there are very few strong people in this world of martial arts.

　　 Wu Neng only has the martial art realm of innate Dzogchen, but he knows that he can survive in the world as a spirit body.

　　The martial art realm must be at least the Huashen realm!

　　 “Amitabha.”

　　 announced the Buddha’s name, Xuan Xin expressionlessly, ignoring the old Mo who was standing in front of the hall.

　　 Instead, he walked straight into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

　　Standing in the attic, the light of Buddha filled the sea of ​​profound consciousness, and I saw the 18-story magnificent Buddhist scripture pavilion. On the walls of each attic, a series of simple, elegant and skilled mysterious pictures appeared.

　　 actually painted the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the heavens!

　　 Seeing the pictures appearing in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, everyone’s faces couldn’t help showing awe.

　　 Void and shadowy, like a ghost, Old Mo, dumbfounded and trembling, pointed at the pictures of gods and Buddha on the eighteenth-story attic of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

　　 There was a burst of horror, and the majestic soul power was unstable at this moment.

　　 “Within the three realms and four lives, each is free from reincarnation, and among the nine lings and ten types, all are free from the sea of ​​suffering.”

　　 “The boundless world, the earth is long and the sky is long, the earth is the dragon god, the monk protects the law.”

　　 “My numerology has been awakened so far.”

　　 Void and vague, with heavy shadows, Mo Lao, who exists in the soul body, looked at the 18th-story Buddhist scripture pavilion.

　　 The soul kept trembling, looked at Xuanxin with a vicissitudes of life and vicissitudes of life, and said sincerely: “Master, you are a monk with advanced Dharma. You are the reincarnation of the Buddha. You are a living Buddha. Can you save me into Shaolin?

　　 Old Mo stared deeply at Xuanxin, his eyes full of reverence.

　　 The sound of Shaolin’s bells made him condensed, and the vastness of Buddhism enlightened him, and now I see this majestic and majestic Buddhist scripture pavilion.

　　 He has come to realize that Shaolin is his soul.

　　 His fate is already doomed.

　　 “There are no people in Shaolin that can’t be saved.”

　　Xuanxin’s eyes flashed with a hint of enlightenment, and said meaningfully to the black-clothed old man.

　　 What is missing from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the infusion of life and soul with the same fate.

　　 And this black-clothed old man just happened to fit this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, at this time Xuan Xin didn’t know what to say.

　　 There is fate, this black-clothed old man Mo Lao has such a coincidental fate with Shaolin.

　　 This kind of coincidental fate, Xuan Xin didn’t know what to say.

　　 “Disciple Mo Wen, pay homage to the abbot.”

　　 I saw the old man in black, bowing deeply to Xuanxin on the ground.

　　 “Xuan Yuan, go to my monastery and bring the Shaolin roster.”

　　 Xuan Xin turned her head, stunned to the side, Xuan Yuan confessed that she didn’t know why.

“Yes.”

　　 Xuan Yuan turned around and hurried to the monastery.

　　Xuanxin plans to give Xiao Huohuo and Mo Wen to the Shaolin Gate.

　　 “Abbot, here you are.”

　　 Soon, Xuan Yuan handed over the Shaolin roster.

　　 “Today, collect Xiao Huohuo, collect ink and hear as my third-generation Shaolin disciple.”

　　 Xuan Xin opened the Shaolin roster and wrote some basic information about Xiao Huohuo and Mo Wen.

　　 Xiao Huohuo stepped forward, holy and knelt before Xuanxin with great excitement.

　　 “Xiao Huohuo, three generations of disciples, the master’s deceased biography, the title of Wu Yan.”

　　 “Mo Wen, three generations of disciples, enlightenment by the title of law.”

　　 Record the information on the Shaolin roster, even if they are officially put into the gate wall.

　　 Xiao Huohuo’s dharma name, Wuyan, is because of his natural fate of fire, and he is destined to play with fire in this life.

　　 And the ink is heard, the dharma name enlightens the name, Xuanxin mainly hopes him, and in the future, in Shaolin, he will be an obscure guardian of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion without seeking fame and fortune.

　　 “Wu Yan…”

　　 Xiao Huohuo muttered to himself, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, he only felt that this dharma name was in harmony with him.

　　 “Disciples thank you Master.”

　　 “The disciple thanks the abbot.”

　　 Xiao Huohuo and the black-clothed old man heard Mo Wen, and they all expressed their sincere thanks.

　　 Wu Yan, or Xiao Huohuo, is regarded as the third abbot’s direct disciple of Xuan Xin’s collection. Before that, there were the eldest disciple Wu Zhen and the second disciple Wu Tian.

　　 Xiao Huohuo ranked third.

　　 As for the name of Wu Neng, he is the same as Wu Neng. He belongs to three generations of disciples, and his identity is lower than that of Xiao Huohuo passed down by the abbot.

　　 In front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Xiao Huohuo and the black-clothed old man Mowen were admitted to Shaolin.

　　 Xuan Xin held a simple shaved ceremony again.

　　 is mainly to shave Xiao Huohuo, because Wu Ming is a soul body, and there is no way to shave him.

　　 After finishing the shaved, Xiao Huohuo put on the monk’s clothes and stood honestly beside Wuzhen Wutian of Wuzi generation.

　　Xuan Gang Xuan Yuan, Wu Zhen Wu Tian, ​​Wu Yan and Wu Neng, everyone’s eyes focused on the black-clothed old man Wu Ming and Xuan Xin.

　　 I saw Xuan Xin take a deep breath, looked at the trembling Wu Ming, and said, “Are you ready?”

　　 Wuming bowed deeply and said excitedly: “Go back to the abbot, the disciple is ready.”

“Ok.”

　　Xuanxin nodded, then folded his hands together, closing his eyes, the light of the Buddha in the sea of ​​consciousness filled.

　　 immediately recited the Mahayana Dharma Diamond Sutra orally, saying: “As I heard it. At one time, the Buddha was in the solitary garden in the Gyshu of Sāvatāva, and there were thousands of two hundred and fifty people with the great bhikkhus…”

　　Xuanxin recites sutras, and his body suddenly emits a breath of Buddhadharma.

　　 solemn and sacred.

　　 Xuan Gang Xuan Yuan, Wu Zhen Wu Tian Wu Yan, and Wu Neng sat down immediately.

　　 listened to the Dharma piously.

　　 As Xuan Xin recites the Diamond Sutra, the light of the Buddha in the sea of ​​consciousness permeates ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Mysterious and mysterious epiphany lingers in the heart, and there are pictures of gods and Buddhas on the walls of the 18-story majestic and majestic Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

　　 exudes golden light, this golden light seems to have boundless mighty power and generally envelops the illusory black shadow of enlightenment.

　　 Enlightenment bathed in the golden Buddha light, then it turned into a mass of nothingness and merged into the 18-story Buddhist scripture pavilion.

　　The Soul is directly integrated with the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

　　 When the golden Buddha’s light converged, Wu Ming was no longer visible, and a group of red fire energy was condensed in front of the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

　　 Gray earth energy, blue water energy, green wood energy, golden metal energy.

　　 gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the energy of the five elements is condensed, and each other is extremely pure.

　　 When these five groups, the pure five element attribute energy fused together, formed a mysterious black energy group.

　　 With the black energy group as the center, gusts of violent wind are set off.

　　 When everything returned to calm, the black energy group dissipated, and the figure standing in front of the Buddhist scripture pavilion was actually a thin figure.

　　 Like a dead tree, a silent and lifeless old monk.

　　 This old monk is Wu Ming.

　　 He is no longer a divine body, his divine soul is integrated with the Tibetan scripture pavilion, and uses the vast Buddhist power of the Tibetan scripture pavilion to condense the energy of the five elements.

　　Using the pure energy of the five elements, the body of the five elements was created.

　　 “The disciple thanks the abbot.”

　　 was skinny, as dead as a dead tree, the quiet Wu Ming bowed down in front of Xuanxin reverently.

　　 How many years have passed, he finally got a body, and he has a feeling of being a human again.

　　 The only difference is that he has no body temperature.

　　 also has no breath of life.

　　 no need to eat.