The bus was bumping on the curved road. The absent-minded Huang San often spoke perfunctorily with Li Shun beside him. Soon the bus stopped and arrived at the True Buddha Temple.

As the people flowed out of the station, Huang San let out a light breath, turned around and smiled at Li Shun behind him, "Brother, then let's go first, see you again after that."

Li Shun nodded slightly, looked at Huang San again, thought for a while and whispered: "I wish you a good trip to you, but I'll be afraid of some things when you first come to Xijiang. Don't let me know if you have entered the temple.

Others say you are a true Buddhist believer.”

This is a sincere warning. It is not a big problem to say a few words outside, but if you go to the True Buddha Temple and still talk nonsense, those big lamas are not as kind as they appear.

Huang San smiled gratefully, although he was not ready to continue to pretend to be a believer.

After saying goodbye to Li Shun, Huang San hurried to the True Buddha Temple not far away with his Buddha statue. This temple, known as the thousand-year-old temple, is awe-inspiring from a distance.

Standing in front of the temple gate, Huang San took a deep breath, and then walked firmly into the temple after calming down.

...

As soon as you enter the treasure temple, waves of Sanskrit sounds that make people's minds sounded in front of your ears, cleaning people's hearts like a yellow bell.

The worries and sorrows that had originally come to pass away seemed to disappear in an instant. Even people like Huang San who have never believed in Buddhism could not help but feel a sense of awe. The prosperity of Buddhism and Taoism really makes sense.

Following many tourists continuing to walk towards the main hall of Baosha, pedestrians on the road looked pious, and few people would pay special attention to the ragged Huang San.

No one paid more attention to Huang San's psychology. The third master also held the Buddha statue in a low-key manner and tried to avoid the lamas in the temple. After a while, the people had arrived at the main hall where the real Buddha body was worshipped.

When you step into the hall, the first thing that comes into view is the five-meter-high golden Buddha in the center of the hall.

The Buddha carved it vividly, and his bright eyes seemed to have come alive, able to see through people's hearts and cleanse all demons and ghosts.

However, Huang San's eyes did not stop here. Yu Guang quickly passed the lamas and tourists in the hall, and wanted to drive all these people away. That was a lot of trouble.

After finding a remote corner that no one paid attention to, Huang San put down the Buddha statue in his hand, squatted on the ground, his mouth slightly opened and closed, as if he was praying for something at the Buddha statue, and no one doubted anything.

"Master, now it's here, what should I do next?"

The Buddha statue was slightly silent for a moment, and soon said, "Very good. If you succeed today, maybe I will be able to shape the golden body again. Huang San, thank you for your hard work this time."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Huang Sanyi said with a look of flattery: "It's all my credit. If you hadn't helped you, we would have been dead now."

Wu Liang smiled and said nothing, but his eyes fell on the Buddha's body in the center of the temple.

This is his purpose of entering Western Xinjiang this time and an opportunity for him to reshape his body. As long as he succeeds for the first time, it will be much easier to do next.

Although he was still an unconscious skeleton, Wu Liang looked solemn at this time. If it was different from what he imagined, then the trouble of his recovery would be great.

Unlike ordinary people, Wu Liang could see circles of rich white light rippling on the Buddha's body, and the light was still thousands of feet, just like the real light of immortals and Buddhas.

The rich light is nothing else, it is the power of wishes mentioned in Buddhism.

This is the power of desire that countless believers have used devout faith and prayer to gather for the Great Buddha over the past thousands of years, and it is also the most important auxiliary power of practice for Buddhist monks.

If the two paths of immortals and Buddhas had not yet died at the same time a thousand years ago, these vows that were about to be condensed into substance would have long been absorbed by the true body of the worshipped Buddha, and then Wu Liang would still be the current one.

However, if this wishful power was not very effective on Wu Liang in normal times, he would not have spent time specifically collecting these slightly mixed external forces.

But now, this vow is the most suitable supplement for his recovery.

Buddhist practice is not like Taoism that can abandon the physical body in the end. Buddhist practice is extremely common and famous. Many true Buddhas rely on their physical bodies to become Buddhas. Many true Buddhas can become Buddhas in their physical bodies, and absorbing vows can be said to be a merit.

It is absolutely necessary. This vow power is not very helpful in other realms, but it is very helpful for practicing the golden body.

The first thing Wu Liang has to do now is to restore his flesh and blood, and then shape his muscles and bones. Then he can restore his skills and say that he can be said to be ready.

If he wanted to restore his muscles, bones, body, and his broken bones, this vow was the most suitable. His choice for Western Xinjiang was because of the prosperity of Buddhism and Taoism in Western Xinjiang.

After calming down the excitement in his heart, Wu Liang carefully poked out a trace of his divine thoughts and slowly came into contact with the true Buddha's golden body.

Suddenly, the moment Wu Liang's divine thoughts and the golden Buddha light came into contact, an accident suddenly arose!

boom!

A roar suddenly sounded in the hall where the light sings of Sanskrit suddenly, and just as everyone was still panic searching for the source of sound, the dazzling light on the gold body of the big Buddha in the middle penetrated the entire hall in the Zhen Buddha Temple.

There are ripples in the air.

The lamas in the hall all had numb scalps, but soon a smart lama shouted loudly: "Don't be impatient, this is the true Buddha's appearance, and there is no need to worry about the Buddha's light coming from the sky."

The panicked crowd seemed to have been convinced, and many devout believers soon calmed down and looked at the golden body of the Buddha, which was still emitting bursts of light with an extremely respectful look.

However, these people are a minority after all. Although the outside tourists no longer yelled and screamed, the eyes of the Buddha statue were strange.

Is this the lama in the Buddhist temple directed and performed by himself, or is there something wrong with the Buddha statue itself?

These tourists were not very concerned about this. As long as these lights did not hurt them, many tourists who could not stand the surname of Zi began to take out their mobile phones to take photos.

The lamas in the hall were also a little panicked and did not stop everyone. Instead, they hurriedly sent a young novice monk to invite the monks in the temple to come and take charge.

Before Xiaoshami could leave the hall, a lama with white eyebrows and a light yellow monk robe entered the hall with a serious expression.

As soon as he saw the performance of the people in the hall, he glanced at the golden light that was still emitting from the golden body of the Buddha in the center of the hall. The old lama raised his white eyebrows and said loudly: "Zhaxibu, take all the lay Buddhists away for the time being!"

When the middle-aged lama, known as Thaxibu, saw the old monk, he seemed to have a backbone. After hearing what the old lama said, he hurriedly took several young novice monks around him to persuade everyone in the hall to leave.

In the True Buddha Temple, everyone still has to give this little face. The devout believers quickly hurried out of the hall. However, instead of leaving, they knelt outside the hall and continued to pray and make wishes to the golden body in the hall.

The first thing that the tourists did when they left the hall was not to leave, but to immediately pass the photos they had just taken.

One person may be nonsense, but when dozens of people make the same remarks together, the news that "the real Buddha appears in the territory of Western Xinjiang" soon spread in China.

The news did not attract any attention from the public, and at most it felt a bit strange, and I knew that there was a place called Zhen Buddha Temple.

However, just as the news came out, groups of serious-looking warriors suddenly appeared in various parts of China. These people were walking or taking a car and rushed in one direction, which was where the Western Xinjiang was located.

...

Wu Liang, who was still in a stalemate with his will, did not know how many people's hearts had touched because of his actions. At this moment, the plaster Buddha statue he was hiding had begun to slowly crack.

Just when everyone in the hall was driven away, Huang San was not discovered because he was hiding in the corner, and even the lamas in the hall did not expect that there were outsiders in the hall.

Several lamas in the hall looked at the golden Buddha statue that had begun to sway with extreme concern. Among them, the middle-aged lama said a few words to the white-browed lama in Western Xinjiang language, and the young monks added a few words from time to time.

The old lama's face was dull, but judging from the fact that his breathing was a little rapid, the monk might not be very calm.

Believing in Buddhism is one thing, but whether the true Buddha exists or not is also a question that countless eminent monks need to think about for countless years. However, just now, the golden Buddha statues they had worshipped for hundreds of years actually appeared, but the old monk knew that

This is not a trick directed and acted by their Buddhist temples.

Looking at the Buddha statue that was still emitting light, the old monk slowly frowned and suddenly said in Chinese: "It seems that it is not the true Buddha's appearance, but the true Buddha's golden body is about to be destroyed!"

As soon as this statement came out, the lamas in the hall were shocked, and the middle-aged lama quickly said a few words in Western Xinjiang language.

The old monk shook his head slightly, and his eyes suddenly rushed towards a corner of the hall in the direction of the Buddha's light!

Huang San, who was sweating profusely peeking at these lamas, was shocked. The cold sweat dripped from his forehead. His martial arts were ruined, but it did not mean that he had no eyesight.

He had seen warriors of any realm in Wujia Village, from Sanhua to the end of the day, and he was not very familiar with them.

When the old monk first came, Huang San saw from his demeanor that this old man should be a warrior in the innate realm.

You should know that this temple is not a place where there are peerless powerful people in the legend. There are countless temples in China, and there are probably not many monks who are truly good at martial arts. However, Huang San was so lucky that he met him when he entered the first temple in Xijiang.

A congenital warrior.

He was not afraid when his martial arts were not destroyed, but now he couldn't do anything to a certain innate warrior who had lost all his strength.

Now that he saw the old monk looking at him, Huang San didn't know that he had been discovered. He looked back at Wu Liang, who was about to be broken behind him, and Huang San's face turned fierce and walked out of the curtain.

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...

The old monk was not surprised to see Huang San appear.

However, the faces of the lama behind him changed drastically. As soon as he wanted to speak out, he saw the old lama waved his hand to stop him.

"Why did the lay Buddhist come to Zhen Buddha Temple?"

The old lama's tone was calm, and his eyes were full of glory of time looked directly at Huang San. Master Huang San, who had always been fearless, felt a little panicked at this moment, as if he had been discovered by his master when he went into someone else's house to steal something.

Fortunately, Huang San has also experienced the storm. A congenital warrior who is about to die can't scare him. He did not answer positively when he heard this, but said softly: "I hope the master will fulfill it. After this incident, I will leave immediately.

I promise not to cause trouble to the Buddhist temple.”

"The layman is wrong, trouble has come." The old monk sighed slightly, and his eyes fell to the curtain behind Huang San again.

Huang San's face froze and forced himself to say, "Master..."

"Don't say anything more, the layman should leave the True Buddha Temple now." The old monk clasped his hands together and murmured a series of incomprehensible words.

Huang San's face looked ugly. Now he has no strength, and the opposite side is a congenital warrior. Since he wants to drive people away, what else can he do?

But if he just left like this, seeing that Wu Liang had not achieved success, then this trip to Western Xinjiang would be a bamboo basket to get water.

But if he didn't leave, the old monk still cared about the demeanor of a monk. If trouble really came, I'm afraid the old monk wouldn't care if it would damage the demeanor of a monk.

Huang San was in a dilemma, especially when Huang San heard a burst sound from behind, his face changed drastically. He hurriedly turned around and shouted to the old monk: "Master! This time I think we owe you a favor,

Don’t worry about what’s next!”

The faces of the lamas behind the old monk changed, and they were slightly angry. What kind of favor is worthy of this guy being so arrogant? How can you blaspheme in front of the real Buddha?

However, the old monk was slightly pondering, with a hint of sorrow on his face, and sighed for a long time: "Since the layman is like this, then... we will leave first, I hope the layman can do it as soon as possible..."

As soon as the old monk spoke, both Huang San and the few people behind him were shocked.
To be continued...