Chapter 851 (1/2)
It has to be said that Mingquan temple is indeed very popular. There are a lot of people who come here to burn incense and worship Buddha, including ordinary people, well-dressed officials and nobles, rich and powerful people.
In the middle of the temple is a huge tripod stove with lots of incense.
Then there is a main hall, in which the Buddha is not the orthodox Buddha, but the king Buddha of the Ming Dynasty.
It is a majestic and gilded statue of the king Buddha of the Ming Dynasty, which exudes the supreme dignity.
When Xiao Yifeng walked into the hall, he felt an invisible pressure released from the king Buddha of the Ming Dynasty, as if the Buddha had a spirit.
”Start to worship!”
Zhang Xinlan said, and ye Yashi directly worshipped on the futon.
At this time, Xiao Yifeng found that with their worship, a stream of white energy gushed out of them and entered the Buddha statue, but the white energy could not be seen by others, only by Xiao Yifeng's perspective eyes.
”What the hell is this?”
Xiao Yifeng's eyes flashed a strange color, and his eyes swept to the immovable king of Ming Buddha, hoping to have a glimpse.
Boom!
Suddenly, a golden light burst out from the statue of King Ming, which blocked Xiao Yifeng's perspective eyes and shocked him.
”This is not an ordinary Buddha statue!”
At this time, long Qian said.
”What do you mean?”
A look of surprise flashed in Xiao Yifeng's eyes.
”This Buddha statue contains the spiritual will of a master of Buddhism and Taoism, which can continuously absorb the power of belief of these Buddhists, and then transform it into noumenon as the power of cultivation.”
Long Qian said faintly
”what's more, these white energies are the power of faith?”
Xiao Yifeng's eyes flashed a touch of essence.
”That's right. I didn't expect that in this world, there are people who know how to use the people's faith to practice. It's not easy. It's one of the three great Buddhists of the Buddhist sect
Long Qian murmured to himself.
”Brother Xiaofeng, why don't you worship me?”
Zhang Xinlan after worship, looking at Xiao Yifeng standing there motionless, asked.
”I won't do it. I don't believe in it!”
Xiao Yifeng shook his head.
”Benefactor, why don't you come to Mingquan temple? You don't respect my Buddha!”
At this time, a middle-aged monk with nine ring scars on the top of his head, wearing a red cassock and carrying Buddhist beads, came over and looked at Xiao Yifeng and said.
”I don't need to respect you Buddha!”
Xiao Yifeng hums impolitely.
”Almsgiver, I see that you have evil spirit on your face and will kill in your heart. The killing on your body is too heavy. It's better to pay homage to my Buddha and let my Buddha clean your killing spirit so that you won't fall into the evil way.”
The middle-aged monk continued.
”Boy, don't believe this guy. He's trying to lure you to visit. If you people of martial arts and Taoism visit, the power of belief will be stronger!”
Long Qian said directly.