Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 115: Come on, hurt each other!

"Disciple Qilu, pay homage to Master Uncle!"

"Hahahahaha............" Monk Huiying burst into laughter immediately after visiting Qilu. At this moment, he was completely different from his previous stereotype.

The little novice monk was horrified and inexplicable at this time. He was an orphan adopted by Qinglong Temple since he was a child. As far as he can remember, he has never seen Master Huiying's uncle... We must know that the uncle Huiying has always been the most unsmiling and most serious person among the many uncles.

However, the little novice monk also knew clearly that the monk he had brought in really didn't come to alms. At the moment, he had to stick out his tongue and retreat.

"How about it, fellow apprentices, it's still my lineage that is the most promising."

Monk Huiying is very happy, sincerely happy. A quarter of an hour ago, Master Huiguo talked with the disciples of Faji. Everyone just agreed on a promise that after he passed away, he asked his disciples to connect their relics together. Get up and pass it down from generation to generation (here, of course, it’s not the children but the disciples of the descendants), and instruct the disciples of future generations to go to the border of the Qinglong Temple and recite the scriptures with the relics of generations, and they will naturally be "Received" came in.

After the agreement was reached by everyone, the master led all the heirs to arrange a lead-in formation method. It was only a short while before someone came, and there was only one person. As for whether there will be There will never be a second and third person, because all future generations of disciples who are qualified to come will appear here at the same time, regardless of whether they are in the future.

At the moment, there is only one person in Qilu, and Qilu holds the largest relic of the Buddha beads, which belongs to the monk Huiying. Naturally, the monk Huiying won.

This method is nothing more than a game played by Master Huiguo and the heirs. In short, this game is equivalent to that everyone can verify whether there will be a time machine in the future.

You only need to write the current time, year, month, and day, even to the minute and second, on a piece of paper, as a family heirloom, and pass it on to your son, and then tell your son to pass it on to future grandchildren. In the words of the public, "the children and grandchildren are infinitely deprived," he instructs future generations to come to see their ancestor at the time recorded on the note if the time machine becomes as popular as the television in the future.

If there will be a time machine in the future, aside from the unexpected conditions of your family’s inheritance and training, regardless of whether you cut off your children or grandchildren or your children are not filial at all, then after you finish writing this note, some dozens of yours The descendants of the world or hundreds of generations suddenly popped out and shouted: "Ancestor!"

If nothing happens when you finish writing this note, it means that the time machine will not be invented.

Monk Huiguo may be really bored, so he played this game with the heirs under his seat, and then they succeeded. This can also illustrate from the side how much Huiguo is against the sky and his side These heirs of the Dharma are also so advanced.

Of course, this bet is a bit big, a bit mysterious and mysterious, and most people really can’t play it. In fact, if Qilu hadn’t become a listener, even if he was a monk in the world, he would still be respected. Can't come here.

However, as the direct master of the Qi Lv line, Monk Huiying is very happy at this time. It is true that the monk has no heirs, and his own disciples are equivalent to heirs, and even more intimate than heirs. , After all, the children only inherit your blood, while the disciples are the inheritance of your law and spirit. Monk Huiying is so gagged, but also because of the arrival of the Seven Laws, he knew that some of his disciples and grandchildren could still go to where they are today.

The rest of the masters here can only look at Monk Huiying enviously at this time. They don't think that this senior has done anything before. If it is them, they may be happier than this senior.

Monk Huiguo gently stretched out his hand at this time and pressed it down. Monk Huiying immediately reduced his smile, sat cross-legged again, and returned to the dignity.

"Amitabha, people are here, but you shouldn't ask, don't ask, the secret is leaked, there will be a catastrophe."

Monk Huiguo reminded that their game can be said to surpass common sense. It is equivalent to pulling a future person into the artistic conception of the picture in ancient times. If you ask something that should not be asked, such as the Tang Dynasty How many years is Guo Zuo? Who is the next prince? This is the most direct leak of secret secrets, and it will inevitably suffer from heaven!

But if it's just ordinary communication, it doesn't hurt. After all, Buddhism is boundless, and the boundlessness here also means ignoring time and space.

Qilü slowly walked up to the white jade lotus platform. At this time, many monks present were all the patriarchs who were enshrined in Buddhism in the future, and this monk Huiguo is a legendary figure. His roots in the Buddha appeared in his childhood. Many eminent monks, after adulthood, merged with what they learned, created their own lineage, and established sects.

Unfortunately, when Wuzong of the Tang Dynasty extinguished the Buddha, Qinglong Temple was destroyed by military disasters. The most influential in later generations became the Kukai monk who returned to Japan and founded Shingon Sect.

"Come, sit down, and enjoy tea and talk about the Buddha with me and the rest?" A monk said next to him. He should also be the uncle of Qilu.

"It is extremely, extremely, you must not have any generational scruples. You can come here to meet with me. The Dharma attainments are definitely not under my wait. The Dharma is infinite, and those who achieve it are first. If you are entangled in generations, wouldn’t it? Fallen down?" The casual monk said to Qilu.

Monk Qilu nodded slightly, but still did not take his seat.

Monk Huiguo took a sip of tea quietly at this time. He saw several invitations from the heirs under his seat, and even Monk Huiying, a direct master, invited him. This was attracted by his own formation. But the young monk still reluctant to sit.

"Something?" Monk Huiguo asked.

If you don't want to be seated, there is something going on.

Master asked. Naturally, the heirs in the seat didn't dare to intervene anymore, they just waited quietly for Qilu's answer.

Of course, when asked about this, it actually represents another level of meaning. If the descendant monk who was brought in was really something to come, then things are not that simple, which means this The descendants of monks could actually come long ago, but they waited until there was something to ask for.

Although they didn't actually wait for it, because no matter when the Seven Laws decided to come, after they arranged the formation, the Seven Laws would appear directly outside the gate of Qinglong Temple.

But everyone is a high-ranking monk in the current world, not to mention the advanced level of Dharma cultivation, and the xinxing is very calm, so I think this descendant of monks is really...too deliberate.

It feels a bit ruining the atmosphere.

If a descendant monk is brought in to prove that the Qinglong Temple has inherited successors, it is an elegant and pleasant event. Everyone sits and talks about the Buddha, referring to the past and the present, wouldn't it be happy?

Looking at the world, what else is more elegant and interesting than this?

Qilü let out a sigh of relief, put his hands together again and saluted the masters sitting in front of him, and said at the same time:

"The disciples came to ask for a loan from the masters."

"It's tacky, tacky." The free and easy-going monk waved his hand with a smile, "What do you need, promise you, the big deal, I will find a place off the beaten track and bury that object. Arrange another formation. After a thousand years, you can get it yourself."

"It is very, very, very good!" Another high monk agreed.

Monk Huiguo glanced at Qilu calmly, and asked, "What do you want?"

"The disciples want to borrow... Master's Dharma Body for cultivation, and the disciples want to borrow Qinglong Temple's Qi Luck!" Qilu directly said what he wanted.

For a while,

The audience is silent,

The monk Kukai sitting at the last seat accidentally spilled the tea in his hands.

What is going on here?

The style of painting, how is it a little different from what you imagined... Even, the difference is huge!

"Presumptuous!" Monk Huiying immediately pointed at Qilu and scolded, "Deceive the master and destroy the ancestor! Deceive the master and destroy the ancestor!"

Monk Huiying is the direct master of Qilv. The appearance of Qilv just now gave him a lot of face in front of his brothers, but what Qilv said just now made him wish that Qilv did not appear at all.

What face is this?

This is to turn yourself into a laughing stock in the eyes of the brothers. At the same time, Master is also sitting here. Doesn't it make Master think that he is wrong? Otherwise, how could there be such a descendant of a rebellious disciple who deceived his ancestors?

Monk Huiguo raised his head slightly~IndoMTL.com~ didn't seem to be too surprised, but simply commented on two words: "Interesting."

Yes, it’s fun,

I played a game with the disciples, and I really recruited a descendant monk. Not to mention, this monk actually still needs to use your dharmakaya to cultivate, and at the same time take the luck of Qinglong Temple.

This... is really a twists and turns.

The former monk with a free and easy posture stood up at this time and looked at Qiludao, "It's a big breath, you said you want to use me to cultivate the body, you said you want to take away the luck of the Qinglong Temple, is it? Really, when I wait for the teachers and ancestors to be a group of wine bags and rice bags?"

"Amitabha, such rebels, speak wild words, forget the ancestors, deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, but the poor monks have to see how he has the ability to take our Dharma bodies."

"Haha, brother Huiying, don’t blame the brother for not giving you the Buddha face, such a rebellious disciple, it is better not to, today, brother, I will help you clean the door, this person is really my Qinglong Temple. Shame."

"Rebel! Today, the poor monk will personally take action to suppress you here, from the past to the present, life and soul are divided, Qinglong Temple is in you, Qinglong Temple is defeated, and you die!" Monk Huiying is obviously furious Isn’t Qi Lu trying to win the Qinglong Temple’s luck? Well, he, the master, personally suppressed the Qi Lu here and let him coexist and die with Qinglong Temple.

"Amitabha." Facing the excitement of this group of masters, the Qilu monk seemed very calm. Also, he didn't believe in the gods and Buddhas all over the sky. The matter of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor is as black as a monk. , There is not much pressure, he just calmly said: "The disciple has a close friend, he has a sentence, the disciple likes it very much, and I want to give it to all the masters."

Everyone was silent, waiting to hear the next sentence of Qilu,

A smile appeared at the corner of Qilu's mouth, a serious expression:

"Come on, hurt each other..."