Dark Beast Summoner Chapter 928: Filtering

lnmao.org, the fastest update of the latest chapter of the beast black mad concubine: the emperor's uncle!

Chapter 928 Screening

"I don't understand!"

Xiao Rou'er pouted and was unhappy.

She is still young, so naturally she doesn't understand any Buddhist rules and precepts. She is not satisfied with this little story.

"Zhu Bajie is a good monster. He is very diligent in plowing and farming in Gaolaozhuang. He didn't do bad things. Why not let him marry a wife?"

She pursed her lips, and she said it was justified.

Mu Wushuang smiled and said: "Zhu Bajie was the marshal of the Tianpeng before. He made a mistake and was demoted to become a pig demon. If he wants to return to the altar, he needs to go to the west with Tang Sanzang to learn. Only through nine-nine-nine-eighty-one difficulties can you become a god, Xiao Rou'er, you have to pay a price if you want to succeed."

Xiao Rou'er nodded as if she understood.

How could she really understand such a profound question, Mu Wushuang believed that even the monk who was eavesdropping on this story might not think it through.

Moreover, Journey to the West is just a story, a myth made up, not a biography of a real person. If there were really Zhu Bajie in the world, how would he choose? Who knows?

Sometimes, the Dharma is so mysterious.

Long Xuanxi continued to tell his sister the next story, Xiao Rouer quickly put the question behind her, listened attentively to the story told by her brother, and laughed at Zhu Bajie, who was the funny man many times.

After walking a long way, Mu Wushuang saw an old monk, but this old monk was not as old as the old monk before, and looked like a normal old man in his sixties or seventies.

"Amitabha! Donor please."

The old monk welcomed them into the stone room.

"Donor, there is a Heart Sutra here. If the donor can fill in the missing content verbatim, it will be considered as passing the test."

The old monk pointed to a heart sutra on the stone table and said, besides he prepared paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

After speaking, the old monk did not go out, but meditated on the side.

Mu Wushuang's first glance at the cover of the Heart Sutra knew that her guess was correct.

This Heart Sutra was incomplete in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. She opened it and found that the incomplete position was exactly the same as the one in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, with a few pages missing.

If you were someone else, you would have panicked a long time ago, and the Buddhist scriptures pavilion is also incomplete. Even if you memorize all the Heart Sutra, it is impossible to fill it up.

But she didn't rush and sat down at the stone table.

Long Xuanxi took his sister over to help her grind. Xiao Rou'er felt novel and rushed to grind her.

She closed her eyes, and the nicks on the many stone Buddha statues appeared in her mind one by one, and she finally arranged the order.

Immediately she picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and squirted the ink on the heart sutra. She didn't use the spare paper to draft the draft, but wrote directly on the broken heart sutra with extremely confidence.

One complete Sanskrit text appeared on the paper, and her movements were as smooth as clouds and flowing water, without stagnation, without even hesitation.

Seeing that the old monk was sitting cross-eyed with his eyes closed, now he stands up and stares at her falling words.

It was just a dozen breaths, and a few pages of Sanskrit were written clearly and completely by her!

"It's finished, master."

Mu Wushuang sighed at the paper, and the writing on it immediately dried out. She handed the completed heart sutra to the old monk.

The old monk looked at the handwriting, and finally nodded and said: "Amitabha, the donor is a top-notch person in memory or understanding of the Dharma. This pass, the donor has passed."

"Thank you, Master."

She smiled and nodded.

The reason why the old monk talked about memory and comprehension is because the incomplete text on this heart sutra is actually not all on the feet of the Buddha. If it is really just like this, many people can pass this level. After all, a cultivator has a superior memory.

The scars on the Buddha's feet are only a small part of the incompleteness, and some are hidden in the Heart Sutra. It is very concealed. It is not enough to memorize all the Heart Sutras. You have to understand the mystery of the Dharma and understand it. Understand the key.

That's why the old monk said that she has a good understanding of Buddhism.

"There is the last level. If the donor can pass the last level, he will be able to achieve his wishes."

The old monk finished speaking and left the stone room holding the heart sutra.

If you pass the last hurdle, will you succeed?

What is meant by this thought? Is it possible to see the scratches at the feet of the Buddha, or is there something else?

Mu Wushuang thought for a while, and then left this sentence behind. The last level is definitely more difficult. She actually didn’t understand why they would make such a complicated and difficult test. You can use it to screen. The Buddha's foot is too fussy.

Or are they still screening other people?

What is it?

She can't figure it out temporarily.

If you don't understand, you don't want to, she takes the children and keeps going up.

After walking a dozen steps, they saw the long-lost light. Before, the stone room was very dark with no sunlight, only a dim yellow oil lamp, but now the bright light in front of them is sunlight.

"We are out!"

Xiao Rou'er thought she was back outside.

Walking up the steps again, but to a small platform, there is no way to the front and back, and the cliff below is a hundred feet high.

"We are in the hands of the Buddha."

Mu Wushuang said to Xixi and Xiao Rou'er.

The Buddha put his hands together, but there was a gap in the middle. This small platform is the gap in the Buddha's hands.

Unconsciously, they have reached such a high altitude, and the people below can hardly see clearly, only the temple and incense below can be seen.

"Amitabha."

Behind him, the abbot of Zen Yuan walked out.

"Abbot."

Mu Wushuang turned around and greeted the abbot.

"The donor Buddha has a deep connection."

The abbot of Zen Yuan said with emotion.

"Before you, there were five other people who came together to see the marks at the feet of the Buddha. They wanted to force their way, but they were hurt by the Buddha's body formation."

Mu Wushuang was slightly surprised that this great Buddha still has a formation. She didn't see that the formation was too advanced, or was it already integrated into the great Buddha and only attacked the unruly people?

Fortunately, she didn't make a forcible attack before, and even Helianan and others were said by the formation. Then if she made a forcible attack, she would end up almost the same.

"The five of them entered the partial hall before you, but unfortunately they have no relationship with the Buddha and have not yet come out of it."

The abbot of Zen Yuan said.

"Who said that we have nothing to do with Buddhism, haven't we also stepped out now?"

A somewhat familiar female voice sneered.

At the same time, a group of five people walked out of it, and the originally small platform suddenly became more crowded.

"Why are you!!"

At this moment, Helianya, who was talking just now, saw Mu Wushuang, mother and son, and his eyes were almost staring.

"What are you doing here! Is this a place where you, a **** bun, can come?"