Chapter 945

Flipping through ten thousand volumes of Buddhist scriptures, there is no golden monkey.

Inviting a Buddha within a Buddha.

It is incredible enough, but even more incredible is that this Buddha is not in the three thousand classics of Buddhism, nor in the one hundred thousand collections of the Hanging Temple!

No classics, no legends, naturally no corresponding vows of sentient beings.

Vows are iron hammers, stone hammers; without handy tools, what did Liang Qu use to chisel the stone wall?

Gnawing with teeth?

Everyone subconsciously looked at the river otter playing with the river otter in the courtyard; both families came out of Pingyang Prefecture together.

The big river otter sensed the gaze, raised its claws to tidy up its hair, confirmed the three-seven split, and turned to bare a pair of shiny front teeth.

Sunlight reflected.

So shiny!

Everyone squinted.

"By the way, where is the boat boss?" Xu Xu Zishuai felt a flash of inspiration, looked around, and didn't find Tattakai.

The big river otter, Tattakai, two brothers of different fathers and mothers, never left each other.

"It's been many days since I saw Tattakai," the little Mirage Dragon circled, thought for a moment, "Should be staying in the Subduing Dragon Temple below, staying with our treasure ship?"

"Wouldn't still be fighting with the scarred face?" Xiang Xiang Zhangsong put forward a shocking guess.

"Haha," Xu Xu Zishuai mocked, "How could two river otters fight for three days, have that energy—"

Ai ga.

The courtyard door pushed open.

The hall was quiet.

Cha.

Furry feet stepped out, grinding the sand and stones.

Except for being messy, with many patchy bald spots and bleeding in many places, a water rat full of bravery and ferocity dragged another water rat, walking with big strides.

Thump! Thump!

Stepping over the threshold, something rang twice.

The little novice monk outside the door was suspicious.

"Boat boss?"

Xu Xu Zishuai stared.

Looking behind Tattakai again, covered in mud and grass clippings, but one could still recognize from the scar on its face that it was the scarred face; more importantly, there was actually one of the thirty-two appearances of the Buddha on the scarred face's head, the top-knot appearance!

The Buddha's head has flesh bulging, its shape like a top-knot!

Is this about to become a Buddha?

"Si ha, si ha—"

Stepping into the courtyard, the ferocity disappeared, Tattakai breathed heavily, at first it had momentum, then it walked slower and slower,

walking more and more tired, two furry legs trembling, like two thin wooden sticks that couldn't bear the weight, approaching the door of the hall.

Pop!

Dust rose lightly.

A Bodhi leaf swayed and landed on the brown hair standing up.

Tattakai fell to the ground, one hand dragging the scarred face, one hand pointing forward.

Shocking life-and-death battle, thirty thousand floating stairs.

Burned out.

Grey-white snow—

Everyone's eyes twitched.

This, really fought for three days?

The big river otter sighed, stepped forward to grab the necks of the two water rats, and dragged them under Liang Qu's Arhat bed,

first bowed to the Medicine Buddha's Master Huai Kong, and then fumbled in its belly that was folded into three layers, and buckled a dog-head gold the size of a finger from the fur circle.

"No need for this."

Master Huai Kong smiled and pushed his hand, handing back the dog-head gold, the green light range expanded, covering the two river otters.

Compared to Liang Qu, for the two small beasts, the effect of the Medicine Buddha was much stronger, and the healing was visible to the naked eye.

Tattakai's wounds grew flesh buds.

The scarred face's head shrank, and the top-knot appearance of the thirty-two appearances disappeared without a trace.

Becoming a Buddha failed.

"Ha hu ha hu. —"

Inside the hall, the snoring of one person and two beasts rose and fell.

The big river otter was lost in thought, ran outside the door to find the little novice monk, mumbled, two hands cut horizontally and vertically,

making a square.

The little novice monk didn't understand, the little Mirage Dragon dived over with a whoosh: "Little monk, Engineer Li is asking where the merit box of the Hanging Temple is."

The little novice monk suddenly realized and turned to lead the way.

A farce.

Everyone continued to discuss.

"According to the little master, without vows, how did Ah Shui do it?"

"Not without vows, but floating vows."

"Master!"

The old monk stepped over the threshold, replacing Master Huai Kong to answer the question "Master, what are floating vows?"

Everyone listened attentively.

Even Grandmasters like Yang Yang Dongxiong, Long Long Binglin, and Long Long Eying were far inferior to the old monk in terms of breadth of knowledge.

Scholar, Daoist, monk.

One person with three phases.

How broad is what he has seen and heard.

"A clever housewife cannot cook without rice; inviting a Buddha cannot be obtained by one person's wish, it must use vows, but this wave of vows—"

"I have seen the ancestor." Master Huai Kong vaguely understood a little.

"Ordinary people seek Buddhas and worship gods, just saying Amitabha in their mouths, but the Buddha is completely absent in their minds; this is 'floating vows', like 'willow catkins' floating on the sea of vows in spring; although their quality is light, they win in quantity; this is floating vows."

"The 'disease-driving' wish is condensed into the Medicine Buddha; the Victorious Fighting Buddha, if I am not mistaken, is gathered from the floating vows of 'struggle', so it is indestructible, infinitely strong, like a soldier holding a spear and shield."

Reasonable and well-founded.

Master Huai Kong's eyes shone.

Obviously.

The emergence of the golden monkey Buddha impacted the worldview of many monks, but after calming down, it was not without a way to start, not without traces to follow.

"What about the Five Finger Mountain? Why would the Victorious Fighting Buddha lead to the Five Finger Mountain of the Great Sun Tathagata?"

"Because of fear! Because of fear!" the old monk said, "Indestructible and infinitely strong are small contradictions; Victorious Fighting and Great Sun Tathagata are big contradictions, it is struggle and suppression!"

"Why is there struggle? Either encountering injustice, or encountering unfairness, or simply ambitious,"

"driven by greed, there must be a big mountain in front of them, and there is a reason for everything; the two are always one, this is the root."

Master Huai Kong was moved.

It was as if a soldier holding a contradiction appeared in front of him, yellow sand filling the sky, launching a fearless charge toward the giant hand.

But "if it's not floating vows, it still takes a lot of effort, how can benefactor Liang move it alone and succeed?"

"Don't know." The old monk shook his head.

He only analyzed the cause of the phenomenon, and has not yet explored why this phenomenon exists.

There should be a cause, a spark, that stirred the sea of vows, forming a whirlpool, and even the two might be of the same root.

"Ha hu ha hu."

Snoring didn't stop.

Liang Qu scratched his back.

"Ha, comfortable!"

Liang Qu opened his eyes, yawned a big yawn, his spirit lifted, wiped away his saliva, and immediately sat up from the Arhat bed.

Outside the house, the stars were dotted, and the roof covered with white snow revealed rounded lines under the moonlight.

The Hanging Temple is located at a high altitude, covered with snow all year round, which is not strange.

"How long have I slept?"

Day and night reversed, no calendar, Liang Qu couldn't figure out the date, he looked around, it was a small room.

The Long Dragon Lingxiao hung on the clothes rack, the broken hole that was hammered open disappeared without a trace; the spirit clothing is composed of countless silk threads,

and the recovery speed is extremely fast.

Seeing the object and thinking of the fist.

"By the way, fire!"

Looking inside himself.

The sea of clouds was vast, and under the Dragon Court Immortal Island, a point of golden fire swayed faintly, very much like a small flame under a hot air balloon.

The flame had a strong texture, supporting a backbone for the wandering scattered spirit.

It was precisely this wisp of "heart fire" that Liang Qu discovered that his execution ability had become extremely high; just after waking up, clearly there was a bit of laziness, but once the thought of getting up came out, he got up decisively, like cutting nails and chopping iron, drawing a knife to cut water.

Martial arts have six harmonies, among which the outer three harmonies are shoulder and hip harmony, elbow and knee harmony, hand and foot harmony.

This is the foundation of pile work and martial arts; Liang Qu knew this when he practiced ape fist with Hu Qi; ordinary people can do this,

from both feet to waist and abdomen, eighty percent of the body's strength can be hit in one punch.

At this moment, his spirit seemed to have entered a state of "harmony" as well, and it was not the active setting of the basic six harmonies, but a "passive" one that existed all the time, and what was gathered was not eighty percent, but ten out of ten, and even eleven, twelve percent!

Super-level performance!

Once the heart fire moves, all the energy and spirit are used in one place!

"Appearance?"

Liang Qu clenched his fist.

He thought of his "revolving lantern" when he was punched, the Long River Blood Plain, broken armor and broken knives, nowhere to move, nowhere to turn his heart, and then associated it with the immortal island on the clouds in his true Qi; that is the "appearance" imprinted by his true Qi, which can suppress people with great momentum.

It seems that with heart fire, he can also easily make others enter his own "revolving lantern", relying solely on momentum, suppressing others to the point of being unable to move?

But!

The surge in execution ability is only the tip of the iceberg of the mystery of heart fire.

Field of vision pulled high.

The sea of clouds, which originally had an area twenty-eight or twenty-nine times that of the Dragon Court Immortal Island, surged to fifty times!