"I'm just a child!" Xia Wuji spoke softly and used the secret spiritual technique, like a thunder thunder that struck the entire Sutra Pavilion, causing the monks present to tremble.

Yes, he is still a child.

Even if you do something wrong, you should be forgiven, rather than simply killing it.

"Although Tan Yue is young, since he has done something wrong, he should be responsible for the wrong things he has done." Abbot Xinhu said lightly, his face calmly, and also woke up the monks.

Regardless of whether it is a child or not, he should be punished if he trespasses in the forbidden area of ​​Shaolin.

Times have changed, backgrounds have changed. Although Xia Wuji was only nine years old, he was actually not young in ancient times when he could get married and have children at the age of twelve or thirteen.

Secondly, "I'm just a child" mainly saves myself from sin. It's not as good as the classic moral quotation of "I'm just a child".

The last point, and the most important point, will not be kidnapped without morality.

For an old saying like Abbot Xinhu, it is really unlikely to commit moral abduction of him.

"However, Tan Yue is still young. If he is willing to commit a butcher knife and convert to my Buddha, he may not be able to achieve the right result." Xinhu held the Buddhist beads and smiled on his face, showing his true nature of compassion.

Xia Wuji shook his head: "Monkey is joking. I don't cultivate good results on weekdays and I love killing and setting fires. If I worship Buddha as the general, I may disturb the purity of Buddhism."

"I have never cultivated good results in my life, and I only love to kill and set fire." Abbot Xinhu recited it, thought for a moment, and looked at Xia Wuji deeply: "This sentence seems vulgar, but it contains a lot of Zen. It's still not over yet. You really have a destiny to be with me."

"I have no blood on my hands, I have been killed all the time, and I have a relationship with the Buddha." Xia Wuji rolled his eyes and said without hesitation: "What's more, I'm a single pass on the ninth generation, and I have to be responsible for the inheritance of the family line."

However, the monk said nothing wrong. Xia Wuji's words just now did contain Zen opportunities.

This is originally written by the monk Lu Zhishen of Hua when he was sitting in the process of transformation.

"I have never cultivated good results in my life, and I love to kill and set fire. Suddenly, the golden rope was opened and the jade lock was broken here. Hey! The tide of the Qiantang River came, and today I realized that I was me."

That monk Hua is also considered the only few consciences left in Liangshan. He laughed and scolded all his life, but he was a real master, deeply involved in Buddhist principles.

The abbot of Xinhu looked solemn, shouting and thunder bloomed with his tongue: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground."

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Bullshit the knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Become a Buddha on your own!"

“Becoming a Buddha…”

The old monk's roar of a lion rolled and echoed throughout the Sutra Pavilion, with endless voices.

The monks around him had their ears buzzing, like a wake-up call, and all the distracting thoughts were gone, and they were willing to convert to my Buddha.

"It's like a dog barking."

Xia Wuji shook his head and said without caring: "It is difficult for good people to be 90 or 80. Bad people can become Buddhas by putting down the butcher's knife. Is it because the person holding the butcher's knife is strong enough. As long as you convert to my Buddha, you can become a guardian of Dharma, a double stick of red flowers, and expand the territory for the Buddha. It is more useful than those good people who have no power to tie a chicken. It seems that I will kill more people in the future and become a more powerful thug. However, compared to the advanced thug, I think the position of the slut is more tempting to me."

The monks around glared at me. If the abbot had not given the order, he would have killed the evil that slandered the Buddha.

"Amitabha, for people like Tan Yue, putting down the butcher's knife is probably much more difficult than all the difficulties."

The abbot of Xinhu was not angry, but just chanted the Buddha's name and whispered: "What's more, the reason why all living beings are kind is just because they do not have the power to pick up the butcher's knife. Once they have this power, they are afraid they are even more terrifying than the evil demons and heretics."

"That's true. Monk, you are a little wise." Xia Wuji smiled and said, "Then I'll ask you a question. If you can answer it, I will be willing to worship Buddha as the general and wait for the order."

"Please say Tan Yue."

Xia Wuji said: "Before talking about this question, please tell me if the Buddha has great compassion and great magical power?"

Abbot Xinhu smiled and said, "This is natural. My Buddhist power is boundless, my supernatural powers are vast, and I have infinite compassion to save all living beings."

"Are you really that?"

“It’s true.”

"Since he has great compassion and great magic power, why are there still killings and disputes in this world, why are there starving people thousands of miles away, why is this world not a Pure Land of Bliss, why... there are still people like me?"

Xia Wuji asked coldly.

After thinking for a while, the Buddhist disciples present couldn't help but feel cold sweat.

Yes, if the Buddha really had great compassion and great magic power, he would have long turned this world into a Pure Land of Bliss, instead of fighting and bleeding all day long.

This only means one thing.

If the Buddha really has infinite magic power, he will not have infinite compassion to save all sentient beings. If he really has infinite compassion, he will not have infinite magic power.

This is a contradiction!

For a moment, the devout Buddhist believers in the field were shaken by it.

Does the Buddha have boundless magic power or infinite compassion?

Or, everything is just their fantasy, and there is no so-called Buddha and Bodhisattva.

"I'll think about it slowly, I'll take the lead."

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was stunned, Xia Wuji's figure floated and flew out the window.

"Don't leave!"

The head of the heart candle was not caught in this contradictory proposition. He shouted loudly and made a sound like a big bell, surging like a tide, rolling like a torrent and oppressing towards Xia Wuji.

This person's internal skills are so profound that it has reached a level that people in the martial arts world can't imagine.

At the same time, he made a seal with his left hand, and his right hand, which was as thin as a rotten wood, suddenly pressed towards Xia Wuji's chest.

In the sky, many strange phenomena arose in Xia Wuji's eyes, just like a Buddha several feet tall. He slapped out with one palm, but it turned into thousands of phantoms, rushing over like a sky and earth.

Thousand-handed Tathagata palm!

"Hey, you monks like to yell before fighting. This is a sign of mania, and it's not possible."

Xia Wuji did not dodge and slapped it out with a palm.

A palm that seemed simple, but when it was pushed halfway, it turned into hundreds of palm shadows, one layer after another, as if it was endless, and it was blasting towards the heart candle.

Thirteen Styles of Heavenly Heart.

——Cold rain style.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

At this moment, hundreds of thunder-like collisions sounded, like thunder.

Suddenly, Xia Wuji's countless palm shadows returned to a simple palm, instantly tearing the Buddha's phantom and slapped on Xinzhu's chest.

boom!

Xinzhu flew out directly, and while flying, he vomited blood, he kept smashing seven or eight bookshelfs to stop the decline, but he was buried in the pile of books.
Chapter completed!