Chapter 1889： Spread the word (2/2)

Xu'an Road: ”The director Chu has a deep connection with the Dai Temple, so you don't need to go outside, please come in.”

After Xiao Shi and Chu left the temple gate, they saw more than twenty red monks sitting under the steps of the temple hall. Some middle-aged monks, old monks, and small Sami, could not help asking: ”What is this?”

”Master Zhiyu is asking.” Xu An said.

”?” Xiao Shi looked at Chu Li: ”Let's stay outside the temple for a while, right?”

Chu Li smiled: ”I just want to hear.”

Xiao Shibai gave him a glance.

She didn't want to listen to an old monk, she might as well practice for a while.

She now belongs to Tai Qingzong, and she did not follow the same path with Buddhism, so she did not want to listen.

Chu Li smiled: ”Listen to the master, you will gain something. This is a rare opportunity that you can't touch.”

Xu An smiled and nodded deeply: ”The ancestor of Zhiyu was only taught the Fa once every ten years.”

”Well, listen to it,” Xiao Shi said.

The monks did not respond to the arrival of the two, as if they didn't know. They sat down and stood motionless.

Xu An also sat down.

Xiao Shi sat next to him and was about to speak, but Chu Li pulled his sleeve and winked.

Xiao Shi closed her mouth and looked around.

Slow footsteps sounded, and an old monk in red slowly walked out of the hall, stood on the steps, and sat down slowly.

The old monk was thin and small, walked trembling, and would fall at any time. The large red monk's clothes wobbled around him, as if there was no body in the monk's clothes. A gust of wind could roll the monk's clothes with the old monk into the sky.

Chu Li's face fell.

Although Dayuan Jingzhi is restrained and the power is greatly damaged, he can still see three round haloes on the back of the old monk, with a soft light, but others cannot see it.

”Amitabha Buddha ...” After the monk Zhiyu sat cross-legged on the steps ~ ~ he put his thin hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

”Amitabha!” Monks Qi Xuanfo.

Chu flickered from his eyes and suddenly changed.

He seemed to be standing on the surface of the sea, and the water was shaking lightly. His body was shaking, but he did not sink, but just floated on the water.

There is a huge lotus flower in the void. An old monk sitting cross-legged on the lotus flower is the monk Zhiyu.

A bright moon appeared in the back of the monk Zhiyu, spreading soft and clear, covering his body and covering Chu Li, standing on the sea.

”Amitabha ...” The monk Zhiyu slowly spoke slowly, his voice was soft and pleasant, and he could not help but want to keep listening: ”If I smell ...”

A piece of Buddhism that Chu Li has never heard of softly recites in his ears. There is no need for the monk Zhiyu to explain. Chu Li naturally understands its beauty.

Suddenly, when the sun came, Dajin suddenly disappeared, and now he was still sitting under the steps, and the monk Zhiyu was sitting on the steps.

”Amitabha ...” The monk's trumpet sounded in Chu Li's ear, he looked up.

The monk Zhiyu was watching him quietly.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, and Chu Lihe was very polite.

Monk Zhiyu lightly jaw, took out a string of beads from his arms, and threw it gently.

The dark Buddha beads fluttered down to Chu Li.

Chu Li reached out and took it.

He knew that what the monk Zhiyu gave was absolutely extraordinary. After the two eyes collided, he felt a sense of tacit understanding.

He never imagined that this mighty day could be so useful that it has been used to firmly convince the mind not to be fooled by foreign objects, so it seems that it can do the opposite and confuse foreign objects.

As soon as the bead fell into his hands, Chu could not help running.