My Young Lord Is Really Righteous Chapter 203: ? Playing games in front of the Buddha Well, drawing a sword is Zen

Luo Hong has never forgotten his main purpose of coming to Wangchuan Temple.

Although many accidents happened on the way, the bell was ringing, and the secret realm appeared, Luo Hong still insisted on his original purpose.

He came to see his Qi uncle, that is, the crazy Qi Ye. In Luo Hong's view, Luo Qi Ye may contain some secrets. Otherwise, there is no need for Zhenbei King to be crazy. Luo Qiye sent to Wangchuan Temple.

Lonely, helpless, no one takes care of him, and no one knows if Luo Qiye would be tortured or something at Wangchuan Temple.

All these circumstances gave Luo Hong a reason to want to meet Luo Qiye.

Besides, Wangchuan Temple is here, so why don't you see me since I'm on the way?

On the half-broken martial arts field, the golden rain is still falling, but gradually the vision has begun to recede and gradually disappear.

Master Farrow fell silent after hearing Luo Hong's inquiry and request.

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

For a long time, Master Farrow sighed: "It's okay to reason."

"However, Luo Shizhu, Luo Xiaobei’s seal matters have always been in charge of the Buddha head, but now, the Buddha head... is sealed, Luo Shizhu wants to meet Luo Xiaobei’s donor, maybe It’s not that simple."

Master Farrow said.

His words caused Luo Hong to raise his eyebrows.

There is a bit of playfulness and sneer on your face, and you want to make trouble again?

"On weekdays, I rarely go to the place where the Buddha Well is. Even if I go, I don’t see Luo Xiaobei’s donor."

"If Luo Shizhu really wants to see him, the poor monk will take Luo Shizhu to the Buddha Well."

Master Farrow put his palms together, earnestly said.

"Master Farrow, lead the way."

Luo Hong said lightly.

It turned out that the seal of Luo Qiye has always been controlled by the Buddha head. Now Luo Hong has no good feelings about the Buddha head. This Buddha head is an old smasher, and it is very likely to be with Daxia. The dynasty is connected.

Therefore, Luo Qiye may not stay very comfortable in Wangchuan Temple.

Thinking of this, Luo Hong couldn't help but condensed his eyes, then turned to the bottom of Wuliang Mountain, and beckoned.

Underneath.

Yuan Xinghe, Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei all climbed to the top of the mountain under Luo Hong's greetings.

The secret realm of the Jizo was closed, and the head of the Buddha was suppressed. Although Wangchuan Temple initiated a blockade to prevent most of the first-grade masters from entering the temple, all three of them are related to Luo Hong. Therefore, the Buddhas and monks of Wangchuan Temple have never stop.

"Master Faluo, now he has gone deep into Wangchuan Temple. I am worried about the killing of Wangchuan Temple. It shouldn't be a problem to bring three protectors."

Luo Hongdao.

Now that the master is leaving, he has to find a good helper when he will fight.

Master Faluo heard the words, his monk robe bulged, and smiled bitterly: "Yes."

The name of Wangchuan Temple was ruined by the Buddha.

Yuan Xiazi, Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei, three first-class masters, followed Luo Hong.

Master Farrow leads the way.

Underneath, many first-class masters are ready to move, Wangchuan Temple’s eight-thousand-year Buddhist luck was beaten by the master with a punch. This is a big deal for the world martial arts.

Wangchuan Temple may be seriously injured, and many practitioners want to explore the reality.

Wangchuan Temple is no longer concealed. One after another, the Taoist monks severely wounded the investigators who were harboring ghosts and re-protected the majesty of Wangchuan Temple.

The fact that Master Faluo took Luo Hong to see Luo Qiye quickly spread.

Many powerhouses in the Great Xia Dynasty had their eyes flickering.

……

Wangchuan Temple is an ancient temple with a thousand years of history. There are dozens of Buddhist temples inside, and small peaks are connected to each other. Wuliangshan is very large and has many peaks. The place for performing martial arts is the main peak, and the main peak is behind. , There are many hidden peaks and ancient temples.

The previous confrontation positions were all on the main peak, but the hidden mountain behind it was not so magnificent.

However, there are still many ancient temples hidden in the dense forest.

After walking for a while, I came to an older temple.

The vermilion walls are covered with frost and moss, and the green plants grow crookedly and wanton, making the ancient temple shrouded in lush greenery.

"The Buddha Well is a taboo place in Wangchuan Temple..."

Before arriving at this ancient temple, Master Farrow finally stopped, looked at Luo Hong, and said.

"What is a forbidden place?"

Luo Hong asked, staring at it.

"You can understand the Buddha well as a cage, because it actually means the same thing as imprisonment in a cage, but in the Buddha well, you can always get the influence of the Buddha's accumulation, and the mind can be quiet..."

"When the benefactor Luo Xiaobei came to Wangchuan Temple, his will was disordered, he was very crazy, his meridian energy flowed backwards, and he didn't seem to be cheating. Many people guessed that Luo Xiaobei was a false mad, pretending to be mad, but actually ...Many monks in the temple have judged that Luo Xiaobei's benefactor is really crazy."

"Originally, the donor Luo Xiaobei did not enter the Buddha well, but later destroyed the wing and wounded several nursing monks...then he was placed into the Buddha well by the head of the Buddha."

Master Farrow said.

Luo Hong couldn't help but raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He had guessed whether Qi Uncle was a fake mad, but now it seems that he may be really mad.

Because it's okay to hide from ordinary people by fake madness, but it's hard to hide it from powerful monks who practice Buddha.

"Wangchuan Temple is not the main hall. There are 81 ancient temples and 81 Buddha wells. The Buddha wells are all gathered in the Buddha well hall and guarded by three old monks."

"And these three old monks... are extremely powerful and unfathomable. It is unknown how strong they are."

"Perhaps it is a first-class, maybe... it is a terrestrial wonderland that surpasses the first-class, it is all possible."

Master Farrow said to Luo Hong.

As soon as the words came out.

The expressions of Yuan Xiazi and others behind Luo Hong changed slightly.

Three old monks in the land of fairyland?

The background of Wangchuan Temple... is indeed terrifying. It is indeed an ancient temple that has existed for thousands of years, and it can be called the Holy Land in the world alongside Kunlun Palace.

Although the head of the Buddha was sealed by Master Town, even though the Buddha's fortune was broken for eight thousand years.

However, the background is still terrifying.

Leave aside, Yuanshang, Faluo and other high-ranking monks who condense the fruit of the Bodhisattva.

Wangchuan Temple has existed for such a long time, perhaps many monks in the land wonderland have been born, and there are many hidden.

Luo Hong leaned on the Ksitigarbha sword and looked at Master Farrow. What did he mean by this?

Warning?

After experiencing the Buddha's head, Luo Hong no longer trusts Wangchuan Temple.

Master Farrow looked at Luo Hong's vigilant eyes, folded his palms, sighed, his heart was so tired, he was just a kind reminder.

"Luo, the donor, it is the limit for Lao Na to bring the donor here."

"Usually, if you want to enter the well of the Buddha, if there is an order from the head of the Buddha, the three seniors will do it. However, now, the head of the Buddha is sealed by the master town, and no one in Wangchuan Temple can invite the three old monks. , Unless the next Buddha head is confirmed, and the Buddha head has not fallen, it is impossible for the next Buddha head to appear."

Master Farrow said.

He looked at Luo Hong with a little apologetic: "If Luo Shizhu wants to enter the Buddha Well and see Luo Xiaobei Shizhu, he may have to pass the approval of the three seniors."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit cold.

Master Farrow was also helpless. This was the rule in the temple. Besides, he didn't make this rule.

"Luo Hong, when I came to Wangchuan Temple to see my Qi Bo, still had to endure ninety-nine and eighty-one calamities?"

Luo Hong sneered.

He covered his chest. There, the human skin booklet was exuding warmth. He had wiped out a large wave of crimes against the subject in the secret realm of the underground storage. Luo Hong never had time to take a look.

Now, after Luo Hong can't wait to solve the problem of Luo Qiye, find a place where there is no one, and take care of the evil gains this time.

However, the monks of Wangchuan Temple played out one after another.

Luo Hong is also a little bit embarrassed into anger.

"The king of Zhenbei brought me Qibo here in order to use the cleanness of Wangchuan Temple to calm Qibo’s madness caused by his madness... As a result, you put him in a prison-like Buddha well. Said, now, my Luo family came to see Qi uncle, and there are actually too many hurdles."

"What do you mean?"

Luo Hongdao.

Master Farrow sighed, what can he say?

Wangchuan Temple is unreasonable. Luo Qiye was only living in the courtyard of Wangchuan Temple. But one day, Luo Qiye went crazy and demolished the courtyard, which even injured several monks and the head of the Buddha. He ordered it to be sealed in the Buddha Well...

Thinking about it now, this seems to be full of tricks.

Although Luo Qiye was crazy, he entered Wangchuan Temple and was influenced by the Buddha's chants. In a clean place, he was always accompanied by the ancient Buddha with a blue lantern. It was still quiet, and there would be no harm to the monks at all.

Master Farrow felt that perhaps since then, the Buddha head and the Xia family have joined forces.

Luo Hong said nothing, raised his hand and pressed it on the dilapidated stone gate of the ancient temple.

Boom...

The Shimen was pushed open, accompanied by a creaking sound and the rattling of chains.

A powerful force burst out suddenly.

Yuan Xingzi, Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei, their expressions condensed, and one after another took a step in front of Luo Hong.

The aura of the three first-rank masters engulfed the real dragon-like heaven and earth, like a dragon roaring, descending from the sky, and colliding with the aura and coercion emanating from the Buddha Well Hall.

Boom!

The three of them were actually oppressed by this imposing force, and they kept retreating.

Every time the three of them withdrew, they stepped on the ground with half-finger-deep footprints.

They raised their heads in amazement, only to find that although Luo Hong's clothes were hunting, but in this momentum, his complexion was calm and motionless.

Luo Hong was able to resist the pressure that the three of them couldn't handle at the first grade.

The son... is he still a human?

Luo Hong held the Ksitigarbha sword and opened the door, feeling the pressure of horror, but his expression did not change much.

Although this coercion is strong, it is nothing compared to the coercion of an entire huge world when sitting cross-legged on the black lotus platform.

The tip of the Jizo sword rubbed the ground, and he stepped into the temple of the Buddha well.

As soon as the Buddha Jing Temple entered, it was a huge atrium that was as wide as a square, surrounded by lush old trees.

On that ground, there are eighty-one ancient wells, each of which has a mouth the size of a roof of a house, and each one is covered with manhole covers made of heavy refined iron.

Luo Hong glanced at the Buddha well, his eyes moved horizontally, and landed on the three old monks sitting in a niche covered with frost moss and traces of time.

The three old monks were covered with heavy dust, as if they had not been moved for decades, they merged with the Buddha's niches and turned into Buddha statues.

And the terrifying coercion of heaven and earth was released from the bodies of the three old monks.

There are chain after chain, along the Buddha well after another, connecting the old monks in the three Buddhist niches.

Suddenly, an old monk with dusty eyebrows, shaking off the dust from the years, opened his eyes full of vicissitudes, and looked at Luo Hong.

The other two old monks also opened their eyes in the altar and looked at Luo Hong.

The pressure between heaven and earth suddenly became huge, like three true Buddhas overlooking Luo Hong.

"In Xia Luohong, the grandson of Zhenbei King, if you want to see Qiboluo Xiaobei, please three gods and monks for your convenience."

Luo Hong looked at the three old monks and said.

He couldn't understand the strength of the three old monks, but it can be inferred that these three old monks... are absolutely strong.

Words linger among the ancient temples filled with the breath of time.

There was no response, the three old monks all opened their muddy eyes and looked at Luo Hong.

They stared blankly.

After a long time, an old monk whose face was as dry as a thousand-year-old bark laughed.

"Carrying the eight thousand years of Buddha's fortune in Wangchuan Temple..."

"The donor has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, which is both a blessing fate and a sin fate."

Old monk said.

Luo Hong held the Ksitigarbha sword in his white clothes, sighed, and slowly said: "I know, the predecessor wants the Buddha's head to open the Buddha well and let me see Qi Bo?"

"However, the head of the Buddha was sealed by my teacher's master and sealed under the ten thousand Buddha bell that was shattered with a punch and recondensed. It was a Jiazi, and there should be no chance to issue an order..."

The old monk laughed. How could he not hear what Luo Hong said? Luo Hong used the master to suppress him.

"Heaven and earth have rules, it is better than a master, but also to abide by the rules..."

"Otherwise, the order of the world will collapse, and there will be demons and evil spirits..."

Old monk said.

"Therefore, the rules are also to be observed. Since the benefactor does not have the order of the Buddha's head, if you want to see the sinners under the Buddha's well, please follow the rules."

The words fall.

The old monk sitting in the altar, stretched out his hand and pushed forward slowly.

Luo Hong hadn't reacted yet, he felt that his mind was swaying and he was pulled into a mysterious world.

And outside the Fojing Temple.

Yuan Xiazi tilted his head, his expression stern.

Zhao Xinghe and Situ Wei are also frowning, a little disturbed.

Luo Hong faced the three old monks of Wangchuan Temple alone. It was very dangerous. The three old monks were unfathomable in strength. If they showed evil intentions, Luo Hong would definitely suffer.

Master Farrow puts his palms together.

"Amitabha Buddha, the three benefactors are at ease. Now Luo Shizhu carries the Buddha's fortune of Wangchuan Temple for eight thousand years. The seniors will not kill Luo Shizhu."

As soon as these words came out, the three of them felt relieved.

"However, at this moment, Luo Shizhu has entered the spiritual realm arranged by his predecessors...If Luo Shizhu wants to see Luo Xiaobei, he must break the game set by his predecessors."

"This is the rule of Wangchuan Temple."

Master Farrow said.

Spiritual battle?

The hearts of the three Yuan Xiazi who had just fallen, suddenly raised them again.

Spiritual battle is the deadliest. Luo Hong is only a fourth-rank monk. How can he compete with this old monk who has cultivated for hundreds of years?

Isn't this bullying?

At this moment, Luo Hong felt that everything in the world was changing.

When he opened his eyes, he found a huge square in front of him. On the square, there seemed to be one after another Buddha light, staggered horizontally and vertically, forming a huge chessboard.

On the opposite side of the chessboard, the old monk sitting cross-legged in the altar, Ghazal sat on the ground.

Luo Hong turned his face slightly, and he could see a chess box beside him. The chess box was filled with round black chess pieces.

"Amitabha."

"Wangchuan Temple's rules, if the donor wants to see the Buddha well, he needs to break the chess game. This chess is not more powerful than chess, only the Zen mind."

"Even if it is the heaven and human beings behind the Tianmen Linchen, this is also true."

"Even if the master arrives, it is necessary to break the game first."

The old monk in the Buddhist altar said lightly.

"If you fail to break the game, you will be surrounded by demons, and you will be depressed and unhappy for half your life. If you don't always accompany the ancient Buddha with a blue lantern, you will have trouble sleeping and eating. Donors, please think twice."

Luo Hong nodded, signalling to know.

He sat down cross-legged, and when he sat down, he entered the game. Naturally, he entered the game without regrets.

Extend your hand and pick up a black stone in the chess box.

Quick battle, he is still anxious to finish the matter here, find a place where no one is there to see the evil harvest, to see the harvest of the evil as soon as possible, Luo Hong is afraid that it will be too late to see the evil, and the evil will disappear unconsciously. .

The old monk in the Buddhist niche, seeing that Luo Hong sat down without hesitation, he was speechless...

Although the spiritual game has little influence on the cultivation base, the improvement of the spiritual level is actually inextricably linked to the cultivation base.

The young man in the northern palace of this town is really a little bit big.

Wait, I will be mentally damaged, I am afraid I will regret it.

This is the case for young people, without any bitter frustration, and without awe at all.

If you break the game, you also need to enter the game.

Entering the game requires fighting spirit and Zen.

"Donor, the game is unsuccessful, can I still be withdrawn? Can I withdraw?"

The old monk in the Buddhist niche looked at Luo Hong and asked again that he planned to give Luo Hong another chance, otherwise once the mental chess game took shape, he would not be able to retreat.

Luo Hong shook his head and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a burning Buddha lamp hovered beside him, and the light of the Buddha poured down from it, making Luo Hong's heart calm.

On Luo Hong's body, Buddha's light began to surge, and a vague desire to form a colorful glow in the back of his head, forming a real Buddha plate.

Maybe I think that the Buddha lamp may not be enough.

Luo Hong's mind moved, second, third, fourth...

Five consecutive Buddha lamps, floating leisurely, like a five-wheeled moon disk, hung around him.

"I'm ready, come on."

Luo Hong said solemnly.

Old monk: "..."

Looking at Luo Hong's floating Buddha lamp, and the colorful glow and faint Buddha plate...

This half-length costume is really blinding him.

"Amitabha...then, let's start."

Old monk said.

The words fell, and the old monk's fingers, withered like a thousand-year-old bark, picked up a Hunyuan white chess, and the chess piece fell.

On the wide chessboard square in front of him, black and white chess pieces suddenly appeared.

It's like two black and white dragons fighting each other on a chessboard.

The black chess piece that Luo Hong was holding suddenly weighed more than ten million jin. A powerful idea poured in from the chessboard, followed the chess piece, and rushed into his spiritual will.

In the Niwan Palace, the Evil God phantom, watching with interest, as if watching a play.

The old monk in the Buddhist niche felt a little bit. He raised his head as if there was a giant looking down on the chessboard, and his heart trembled.

At this moment, Luo Hong's picture was changed by spiritual thoughts.

It seems to be an illusion, but not an illusion.

In an instant.

Luo Hong discovered that he appeared holding a scimitar dripping with blood, standing in front of a bandit village under the cold moonlight.

The corpses are stacked around, and the blood is almost overwhelming the world.

"Please, don't kill us..."

In front of Luo Hong, a bunch of children knelt down, roaring and crying.

Arousing pity.

Luo Hong was in a daze, he understood that this was the choice given to him in this game of chess.

Draw the knife, or not draw the knife.

Luo Hong's eyes were a little trance, and the child's stern and pitiful cry made Luo Hong couldn't help feeling pity, and wanted to take the knife.

But when he was about to take the sword, five Buddha lamps appeared all over his body, making him clear and bright.

Luo Hong frowned, looking at the crying sad child, and under the shining of the Buddha lamp, you could see the twisted and vicious meaning of these children's faces faintly.

Luo Hongqiang let out a sigh of relief...drawing his sword.

Puff!

The crying of the children stopped, and the world became pure.

Luo Hong whispered, "I am an officially certified villain."

At the same time.

In the Niwan Palace, the Evil God Void raised his hand to cover his face, "This stupid Ronaldinho...you are also worthy to be called the big villain?!"

"These children hate you very much, their ideas have long been distorted, and there is no distinction between good and evil. If you are a great evil person, you should not kill them, you should keep them, and train them well. They hate you, and you can borrow their hands. Do all the bad things!"

"This is the right way to open! Stupid Ronaldinho!"

"I'm so embarrassed as to wait for the evil repair!"

The old monk in the Buddhist niche was slightly surprised, but found that Luo Hong's eyes were clear, and his son fell on the chessboard to meet the old monk's eyes.

Did you choose to draw a knife?

In fact, this round.

Drawing a sword is Zen.

People in the world often choose to take the knife, because they only see the mercy in front of them, but they never thought that if these children who grew up in the bandit village and saw people were already resentful, they took the knife and released many bandits again. In the future, they will grow up to be thugs in the world, murder and arson, and even take revenge with a hundred times, a thousand times fierceness.

Killing these children and not giving them mercy is equivalent to giving mercy to the people of the world.

Luo Hong's eyes are clear, and the black piece falls on the chessboard.

Looking at the old monk calmly.

Although the old monk has no mercy towards Luo Hong's pupils, Luo Hong's body is full of mercy, though the Buddha's light shines all over him.

Luo Hongdao: "Can the game be broken?"

Old monk: "It's broken, but the poor monk wants to ask, hasn't the donor ever been soft-hearted?"

Luo Hong said: "If crying is useful, how can it be done with bleeding?"

The old monk: "Well worthy of being the person who carried the eight thousand years of Buddha fortune in Wangchuan Temple~IndoMTL.com~ Seeing nature with one mind and understanding the Buddha with one thought..."

Luo Hong: "?"

There seems to be something wrong.

"Donor, the poor monk understands."

"What do you know?"

"What the donor thinks the poor monk understands, then what is it..."

Luo Hong: "..."

Luo Hong was too lazy to speak, and asked: "Then I can see Uncle Qi?"

The old monk in the Buddhist altar raised his head and looked at the phantom that disappeared from the top of the chessboard that left him with lingering fears.

Put your palms together and nod your head.

"Yes."

PS: Karvin, this chapter has been written all afternoon. On Monday, I ask for a fresh recommendation ticket~