After Fang Mu kicked the door, the things inside were revealed.

The first thing that caught my eye was a clay statue of Buddha. Under the statue was an altar, under which was a futon was a futon, and a bald monk sat on it.

The bald monk was wearing a white dress with his back facing Fang Mu. From the back, there was nothing wrong.

Fang Mu walked in, and the jade pendant on his chest felt a sense of heat.

The monk in white always turned his back to Fang Mu. Even if the door was kicked open, he did not turn his head and take a look.

Fang Mu had just taken two steps and was about to step forward when he suddenly found that the surroundings were lit up.

Golden scriptures appeared, floating in the temple, accompanied by golden scriptures, and waves of Buddha sounds appeared.

The sound of Buddha and the golden scriptures complement each other, and the entire temple has a unique sense of sacredness.

At this time, the monk in white clothes in front of him took action in the scriptures and the Buddhist voice.

The monk in white raised his right hand and gently fell down, and his right hand kept shaking. From Fang Mu's perspective, this perspective was a bit evil.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong..."

The sound of knocking on the wooden fish sounded, and with the white-clothed monk's striking, the scriptures and Buddhist sounds around him became more intense.

Strange, very strange.

In Fang Mu's ears, the Buddha's voice is sacred and the scriptures are sacred, but the two things are combined, making the surroundings full of disharmonious strangeness.

The Buddha's voice and scriptures that were originally complementary became contradictory when the wooden fish sounded, like the two armies in battle, and they had to decide the outcome of each other.

A formation pattern flashed through the Blood Evil Gun, and Nan Li appeared beside Fang Mu.

"Master, I realized it."

Nan Li looked serious. If he hadn't seen the look in her eyes, he would have thought she would have realized it.

Fang Mu ignored it and was about to go to the white-clothed monk, when the sound of wooden fish suddenly stopped.

The surrounding scriptures and the sound of Buddha stopped from conflicting to complementing each other, and everything became so harmonious.

"Amitabha……"

The monk in white turned his back to Fang Mu and suddenly said the Buddha's name.

As the Buddha's chant was heard, the scriptures and Buddha's voices were ordered to no longer permeate the temple, but to shrink towards the monk in white at a very fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, the scriptures and the Buddha's voice disappeared, and everything returned to its original appearance, and the monk in white slowly stood up.

"Donor, don't be fine."

The monk in white said something strange and turned around slowly.

It was only then that Fang Mu could see clearly the appearance of the monk in white. To be precise, he did not look like that.

The monk in white had no facial features, and was as bare as a braised egg.

Surprisingly, there were phantoms passing by on this bare face.

The phantom was vague. Fang Mu looked carefully and found that there seemed to be a sun and moon birth and death in the phantom, and there were thousands of reincarnations, which were more like a microcosm of the various states in the world.

After the monk in white finished speaking, he stopped talking and just stood quietly.

Fang Mu said in confusion: "Why don't you come?"

This sentence was heartless and confused him.

The monk in white took two steps, and as he took these two steps, two golden lotus bloomed under his feet, lifting his feet up.

The surrounding scenery began to change, and waves of Buddha sounds suddenly appeared, and the temple was no longer a temple.

Fang Mu looked around and found that he was already at a height of thousands of miles.

The sky is pitch black, with stars dotted like embellishments on a black curtain.

But he didn't feel any discomfort. The urine bubble was in a high altitude, but his feet seemed to be stepping on the real thing, allowing him to stay in a high altitude.

The monk in white said slowly: "The proverb says, life is three major hardships, and you can beat iron and grind tofu on a boat. Can the donor know the origin of this place."

Fang Mu didn't even listen, but felt that he should have taken action. After all, the heat coming from the jade pendant would not lie.

"boom!"

Leihuo appeared from Fang Mu's hand and turned into a long dragon and swept directly towards the monk in white.

But the next moment, Leihuo directly penetrated the monk in white and did not cause any harm to him.

The monk in white seemed not to feel Fang Mu's attack and continued: "The three major sufferings are all the sufferings of life. In the world of the world, the sufferings they pass on are not only the three major sufferings, but also a hundred difficulties."

"The iron slayer suffered from the burning fire, but because of greed, an iron weapon caused endless murder."

"The person who holds the boat endures the pain of wind and waves and has no gains all day long. He pushes people into the lake in the name of raising the boat to make money by fishing out corpses."

"Grinding tofu at 3:00 p.m., get up at 5:00 p.m., do a job as a donkey, earning a meager income, so he betrays the beauty in the name of grinding tofu."

Speaking of this, the monk in white stopped.

The originally dark sky lit up, and the stars on it were constantly connected, bringing together the images of blacksmith boatman and woman.

Fang Mu said expressionlessly: "What's the use of telling me these things?"

Nan Li stood beside Fang Mu, looked left and right, and seemed to feel bored, so he got into the Blood Sword.

The monk in white asked, "The Buddha said the five poisons, greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, doubt, and this iron-clad iron-clad and grinding tofu, can the donor have any insights?"

Fang Mu shook his head, held the Blood Sword Spear in his hand, and said, "Not only did I have no insight, I even wanted to kill you."

The monk in white stretched out his hand, pointed at the stars in the sky, and continued, "Donor, the iron-slayer is greedy, the boat is greedy, and the tofu is greedy. Why don't he have any insights after these three?"

The three people transformed by stars in the sky exploded and turned into fireworks as the monk in white pointed at them.

The fireworks turned into stars wrapped the monk in white, making the monk in white more mysterious.

"Not only do I have no insight, I even want to laugh." Fang Mu touched his chin and said, "Why don't you come and fight and don't mess with these false ones."

I don’t understand these big principles, so I might as well fight directly. Or I will beat you to death, or you will hit me, and I will beat you to death with your ability!

The monk in white sighed, folded his hands together and said, "Since the donor has no insight, I will help the donor."

After saying that, the sound of chanting scriptures emerged from the monk in white, and the scriptures in the sky emerged. The sky that was originally dark became golden.

The scriptures and the Buddha's voice became louder and louder. Fang Mu suddenly felt that his whole body was covered with the scriptures. The Buddha's voice penetrated from his ears, making him dizzy.

In front of Fang Mu, illusions suddenly appeared.

First, the blacksmith bleed a child, then turned into a boatman and hung ropes on a weak woman's feet, sank her to the bottom of the river with stones, and finally turned into a small house grinding tofu in the mountains.

Not only these, but also countless greed wandered in his mind, making him feel dizzy and painful.

Greed slowly occupied Fang Mu's mind, his eyes were red, and he looked at the monk in white from a distance.

The monk in white shook his head and said, "Only by experiencing all kinds of worlds can you become a Buddha. If you step into the world in one step, you will never be able to recover."

As this sentence was finished, more and more scriptures and Buddhist voices appeared and swept towards Mu Fang.
Chapter completed!