Sign In To Shaolin Abbot - Chapter 71

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

Standing in front of the Sutra Pavilion.

He was heavily shadowed, and the spirit body began to tremble.

“Don’t be nervous.”

Xuanxin raised his hand, calm and calm, as if he had expected everything long ago.

Xuangang and Xuanyuan, as well as the enlightenment ability protected in front of the body.

Then he relaxed.

“Abbot, this is mo Lao, a master with excellent martial arts. His body was destroyed and he can only live with his spirit.”

“Old Mo, he has no malice.”

Xiao Huohuo immediately stood up and explained.

Although he didn’t know much about Mo Lao, he also knew that Mo Lao was by no means a treacherous villain.

He was still angry, which could be seen.

“Abbot, this man is at least a great power to transform the divine realm.”

Wuneng, as the chief assistant of the cabinet in the Zhou Dynasty, was incomparable in both vision and insight.

“Hiss…”

Xiao Huo, Xuan Gang and Xuan Yuan all took a cold breath, and their eyes were shocked after hearing it.

It’s shocking!

To realize the truth and heaven is to have no understanding of the realm of God.

I haven’t even heard of it.

The realm of martial arts, the day after tomorrow, congenital, building foundation, golden pill, Yuanying, transforming God

What is the existence of huashenjing?

Before that, the most powerful devil in the world could only change the divine realm. There were few strong people who could have such a martial realm in the world.

Although Wuneng only has the congenital great perfection of the martial arts realm, he knows that he can survive in the world as a divine soul.

The realm of martial arts must at least be the realm of transforming God!

“Amitabha.”

After announcing the Buddha’s name, Xuanxin was expressionless and ignored the old Mo standing in front of the hall.

But walked straight into the Sutra Pavilion.

Standing in the attic, the Buddha’s light in the sea of Xuanxin’s consciousness filled the air. I saw the 18 floors of magnificent Sutra Pavilion, and mysterious pictures of simplicity, elegance and exquisite skills appeared on the walls of each floor of the attic.

What is painted is the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the heavens!

Seeing the pictures emerging from the Sutra Pavilion, people’s faces couldn’t help but show surprise.

Misty and shadowy, Mo Lao, like a ghost, was stunned. The spirit trembled and pointed to the picture of God and Buddha in the attic on the 18th floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

A burst of horror, the power of the magnificent spirit was unstable at this moment.

“Within the three realms and four lifetimes, there is no reincarnation. Among the nine secluded and ten categories, I know that I leave the sea of suffering.”

“Boundless world, long time, land Dragon God, an monk to protect the law.”

“My destiny has been awakened until now.”

Misty and shadowy, Mo Lao, the existence of the spirit body, looked at the Sutra Pavilion on the 18th floor.

The spirit trembled constantly, looked at Xuanxin with a kind of insight and experienced eyes, and said sincerely: “master, you are a Buddhist monk with profound Buddhism, you are the reincarnation of the Buddha, you are a living Buddha, can you get me into Shaolin?”

Mo Lao stared at Xuanxin deeply, and his eyes were full of respect.

The bell of Shaolin made his soul solidify. The vast Buddha decreed his great enlightenment. Now I see this magnificent Sutra Pavilion.

Only then did he realize that Shaolin is where his soul belongs.

His fate has long been doomed.

“Shaolin is full of people.”

A touch of enlightenment flashed in Xuanxin’s eyes, and he said a subtle way to the old man in black.

What the Sutra Pavilion lacks is the soul injection of the combination of life and character.

The old man in black coincided with the Sutra Pavilion. At this time, Xuanxin didn’t know what to say.

It’s fate. This old man in black, Mo Lao, has such a coincidental fate with Shaolin.

This kind of coincidence fate, Xuanxin doesn’t know what to say.

“Disciple Mo Wen, meet the abbot.”

I saw the old man in black prostrate on the ground and worship Xuanxin deeply.

“Xuanyuan, go to my meditation room and bring the Shaolin roster.”

Xuanxin turned his head and stared at one side. Xuanyuan, who didn’t know why, explained.

“Yes.”

As soon as Xuanyuan turned around, he hurried to the meditation room.

Xuanxin is ready to give Xiao Huo and Mo Wen to the Shaolin gate wall.

“Here you are, abbot.”

Soon, Xuanyuan handed over the Shaolin roster.

“Today, Xiao Huohuo and Mo Wen are my three generations of Shaolin disciples.”

Xuanxin opened the Shaolin roster and wrote some basic information about Xiao Huo and Mo Wen.

Xiao Huo came forward and knelt in front of Xuanxin with great excitement.

“Xiao Huohuo, a disciple of three generations, is the leader’s direct biography, and the Dharma name is Wu Yan.”

“Mo Wen, three generations of disciples, Dharma name and Enlightenment name.”

Record the information on the Shaolin roster, even if they are officially given to the door wall.

Xiao Huohuo’s Dharma name Wu Yan is because of his natural fire life style. In this life, he is destined to play with fire.

However, Mo Wen, the name of Dharma and the Enlightenment of name, Xuanxin mainly hopes on him. In the future, he will be unknown in Shaolin and guard the Sutra Pavilion without seeking fame and wealth.

“Wu Yan…”

Xiao Huohuo murmured to himself. His eyes became brighter and brighter. He just felt that this Law name coincided with himself.

“Thank you, master.”

“Thank you, abbot.”

Xiao Huo and the old man in black smelled of Mo, and made a voice of sincere thanks.

Wuyan, also known as Xiao Huohuo, is the third Abbot’s direct disciple of Xuanxin collection. There were the first disciple Wuzhen and the second disciple Wutian.

Xiao Huohuo ranked third.

As for Wuming, it is similar to Wuneng. It belongs to three generations of disciples. It is inferior to Xiao Huo, the Abbot’s direct biography.

In front of the Sutra Pavilion, collect Xiao Huohuo and the old man in black mowen into Shaolin.

Xuanxin held a simple shaving ceremony.

It’s mainly to shave Xiao Huohuo, because Wuming exists in the spirit body. There’s no way to shave him.

After shaving, Xiao Huohuo put on his monk’s clothes and stood honestly beside Wu Zhenwu Tian of the generation of Wu.

Xuangang, Xuanyuan, Wuzhen, Wutian, Wuyan and Wuneng all focused on the old man in black Wuming and Xuanxin.

Xuanxin took a deep breath, looked at the trembling Wuming of the divine soul and said, “are you ready?”

Wu Ming deeply worshipped and said excitedly, “go back to abbot, the disciples are ready.”

“Yes.”

Xuanxin nodded, then folded his hands, closed his eyes and realized that the Buddha light in the sea was diffuse.

Immediately recited the Mahayana Dharma Vajra Sutra and said, “that’s what I heard. For a time, the Buddha only gave a tree to the lonely garden in shewei country, which was shared with the great bhikkhu, with 1250 people…”

As soon as Xuanxin chanted the Sutra, he suddenly exuded a vast breath of Buddhism.

Solemn and sacred.

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

He listened to the Dharma with a pious face.

As Xuanxin recites the Vajra Sutra, the Buddha light in the sea of consciousness is diffuse, and the insight of xuanzhi and xuanzhi lingers in his heart. There are pictures of gods and Buddhas on the walls of the 18 story magnificent Sutra Pavilion.

It emits golden light, which seems to have boundless power to envelop the illusory dark shadow and heavy enlightenment name.

The enlightenment name bathed in the Golden Buddha light then turned into a mass of nothingness and integrated into the 18 story Sutra Pavilion.

The spirit is directly integrated with the Sutra Pavilion.

When the Golden Buddha light converged, the existence of Wuming could not be seen, and a red fire attribute energy was condensed in front of the Sutra Pavilion.

Gray soil attribute energy, blue water attribute energy, green wood attribute energy, gold metallic energy.

Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the five elements of energy condense, generate and overcome each other, and are extremely pure.

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

Take the black energy group as the center, setting off bursts of strong wind.

When everything returned to calm, the black energy group dispersed, and a thin man stood in front of the Sutra Pavilion.

Like dead wood, the old monk is silent and lifeless.

The old monk is Wu Ming.

He is no longer a divine soul body. His divine soul is integrated with the Sutra Pavilion and condenses the five element energy with the help of the vast Buddhist power of the Sutra Pavilion.

With this pure five element energy, the body of the five elements was cast.

“Thank you, abbot.”

His body was thin and dead like a dead tree. The quiet Wuming knelt down piously in front of Xuanxin.

For many years, he finally had a body and a feeling of being a new man.

The only difference is that his body has no body temperature.

There is no breath of life.

No need to eat.