Chapter 481 The Immortal Treasure Body, the Dust-Familiar Buddha's Heart

"Jiang Liuer, copy the Lengjia Sutra a hundred times, and you can't eat until you finish writing it."

"Recite sutras thousands of times in front of the Buddha, and be pious."

"You are born with a Buddhist son, and you must be strict with yourself and not slacking off. You actually sleep secretly. Do you still want to learn from those little monks going to the back mountain to steal meat?"

"Smack it..."

The rattan hit the person, making a crisp sound of slap.

The child's eyes were dull and his face was calm, just like the old monk's vine was not hitting him, but a piece of rotten meat.

Wait until the punishment is over.

The child obediently picked up the Buddhist scriptures and recited them sincerely.

It seems that the previous punishment does not exist.

Monk Faming looked at Jiang Liuer sitting there chanting Buddhist scriptures. In response, a ray of Buddha nature became stronger and stronger. A golden light gradually appeared on the little guy's head. So he nodded with satisfaction, put his hands together, and quietly recited Amitabha Buddha.

"It turns out that he is a ten-generation Buddhist son, and his Buddha nature is hidden deep. Even if he is only three years old now, his Buddha light is rich, he is comparable to a great arhat. Is it really the reincarnation of that person? But what about his Su Hui, his magic power? And what about all kinds of killing techniques?"

Monk Faming actually felt a little confused, but it did not prevent him from teaching like this.

Because a child has never grown up and is out of naughtyness. Only by not letting him think and train with the most rigorous pattern can he carve Buddhist scriptures and thoughts into his bones.

"In the future, you will eventually travel thousands of mountains and rivers. Without a tenacious will and without experiencing suffering, how can you persist in perseverance?"

"Faith and willpower, unyielding and unyielding, this is your mission and a task that must be completed."

Looking at the small figure, chanting scriptures all night under the oil lamp, never sleeping.

Monk Faming smiled slightly, leaned on the couch with satisfaction and fell asleep deeply.

This time I went down to earth to experience my experience, I have made merits. When the merits are complete and I am rid of the mortal world, I can not only redeem my previous sins, but also go further...

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"It's so cruel. I'm only three years old, I've actually trained such a young child as a conditioned reflex like a dog. If this continues, I'll really carve Buddhist beliefs into my bones and I'll be completely useless."

"It's a pity that I can't get in. In this damn temple, I can't even show my head..."

Yang Lin's Jingyuan clone was hiding in the little Tang Monk, and now he was in the blood mole on the back of the little guy named Jiang Liuer by Monk Faming, and he didn't move at all.

For three years, it has been lurking like this without any abnormal movement.

Looking at the little bit big little guy, from the beginning of consciously, he was forcibly instilled in many Buddhist concepts and stayed in front of the Buddha for two hours every day for the Buddha's light baptism. It was wrong, it was brainwashing.

I also watched the little guy become dull and without any independent thinking.

Just like the stupidest animal, he was trained to look like others want to see.

Is it possible to say whether the little guy can bear it?

Actually, it's OK.

Spiritually, every day he passed by, ten generations of enlightenment surged into his mind. Whether it was the speed of recognizing words or comprehending Buddhist scriptures, he understood it at once, and could speak it, which was comparable to the old monk who had the most extensive knowledge and had been practicing hard for hundreds of years.

When the little guy recites Buddhist scriptures, although his voice is tender, every time he speaks a word, he will be the Buddha light in the yard, which seems to interpret the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. It is like hearing the evening drum and morning bell, which is thought-provoking.

As for whether you don’t eat meat, only eat coarse grains, and then stay overnight, it will damage your body, nor will it.

Yang Lin felt that the least worrying thing was actually Jiang Liuer's physical condition.

Monk Faming obviously knew this.

Over the past three years.

Since Jiang Liuer had not yet had self-awareness, Monk Faming had been chanting scriptures around him every day.

That kind of scripture is not anything that Yang Lin has heard of.

It's like a unique magic spell.

As the scriptures were chanting, a strange ripples came from the statue of the Buddha's golden body in the main hall of Jinshan Temple. Then, Yang Lin discovered that deep in the little guy's spiritual platform, something was melting and gradually transforming into his body, and of course, it also transformed into the blood mole on the back of his hand.

Three years have passed.

Yang Lin never dared to show his head, but his sky eyes were surprised to find it.

Jiang Liuer's physical body was quietly changed from the cell particle level.

When it comes to the earth-shaking changes, they all feel pale and powerless.

That is the transformation of the rules.

A series of light waves merged into the small body, and the body had long transformed from flesh and blood into a rule, a law-like existence.

Gold and jade bones, glass transparent, immortal and eternal.

The desolate and bitter charm of our old age was transmitted from the flesh and blood cells. Ordinary people couldn't understand it, but Yang Lin was extremely surprised.

He felt that the magic statue prison-control technique he had practiced to the fourth level and the middle stage of the immortal golden body he had practiced was actually not as good as the little guy's three years of achievements.

It is a transformation of rules, not cultivating spiritual power, not cultivating merits, nor cultivating qi fortune.

It is the incarnation of the rules that is directly transformed into the incarnation of the rules, as if Hongmeng has opened up the sky and creation has been generated.

Although this rule of Taoist body is still somewhat incomplete and has not been completely generated, it is essentially more powerful than its own God-Shaped Prison Body.

"Maybe it's because what I got was only the first four levels of the God-Shaped Prison Control Art, maybe the upper limit of this technique is not too high, and the change in the physical body of the little Tang Monk should be the innate creation of ancient gods and demons at the time of the opening of the sky."

"This light wave that is constantly being refined and generated should be the foundation of the countless Yuanhuis of Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of Tathagata Buddha, and it is also the powerful nature of its prehistoric gods and demons. Of course, it is much stronger than some physical skills created by the acquired world."

If Yang Lin guessed correctly, this is actually a big game of Buddhism. It uses the ten-generation cycle of reincarnation as a plate to obtain scriptures from Journey to the West, wash away the rebelliousness and evil nature of the innate gods, demons, and monsters. It transforms all its foundation into Tang Monk's body, and creates a body of immortality, or can be called an immortal elixir.

"If you don't refine your body and practice the law, you will be immortal and immortal. The body is in line with the rules of heaven and earth. This method is simply terrifying and terrifying."

It doesn't mean that the little guy's body is now, how strong his defense is, actually it doesn't.

His body looks no different from that of a mortal.

However, every bit of flesh and blood, every cell is the embodiment of rules and the ultimate of creation.

As long as you digest this rule and fortune, you can get the key to immortality and understand the principle of innate immortality.

"No wonder, on the way to the west, those big monsters, no matter who caught Tang Monk, knew that they would live forever after taking a bite, but they were not in a hurry to eat."

"It's not that they don't want to eat it, they don't know how to put their mouths, fry, stir-fry, cook or cook? Or do they use a special method to swallow this big 'fat meat', should they hold some rituals to digest and swallow? Is there any unique technique to get the benefits?"

This is all a problem.

What about those banshees?

It is fake to share a bed with a pillow, but it is real to get the innate Yuanyang.

As long as you get it, even if you slowly grind it or digest it slowly, you can directly see the principles of the creation of heaven and earth, and thus live forever.

Things involving rules are never simple things.
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