"The master is...Vajra Ming Wang Jue?"

“That’s right.”

"Is this scripture a magic weapon?"

"The Heart Sutra is made of Belo leaf paper and written by the monks, which is indeed a rare thing."

"no……"

Sun Heng was confused and said, "Master means, are you the Vajra Ming Wang Jue himself? Not this scripture?"

“That’s right.”

The monk in white still said: "The so-called Dharma has Yuan Ling. Some practices contain some principles in the world. When this principle is revealed, there will be Yuan Ling."

"When the Buddha descended from the sun and Tianbei was good at the world, he spitted a magic spell and transformed into twenty-four venerables to suppress evil demons."

"Taoism also said that the Daluo Immortal Master traveled to the Tengsheng Tian Chi Realm and lowered a talisman at will, turned into a Heavenly Venerable, educated sentient beings, and obtained immeasurable merits."

"All these kinds of things are the Dharma with the original spirit."

“…”

Sun Heng's body was stiff, and he paused for a moment before flapping his wings again. He replied in a difficult voice: "I always thought that this was an exaggeration..."

He naturally knew that the Dharma had Yuan Ling, but he just thought that the magic weapon would manifest the Yuan Spirit.

But I never thought that even my martial arts could become a spirit!

This reminded him of a movie called Five Elements Fist that he had watched a long time ago.

The Five Elements Fist in the movie becomes a spirit.

The monk in white chuckled: "Although I am the Vajra Ming Wang Zhi Jue, I have to trouble the donor to save him from the disaster of eternal destruction."

Although he was in trouble, he was still calm and calm, neither anxious nor impatient. This kind of characterization is admirable.

but……

Sun Heng smiled bitterly: "Master, I'm afraid I'm not strong enough!"

The monk in white romance ceremonies to Sun Heng and said, "I can feel that the person who can help me escape from the sea of ​​suffering is in the imperial city."

"As long as the donor keeps that person here, it's fine!"

"oh!"

Sun Heng's wings trembled and said, "I can guess the person the master said, too. However, I am afraid I am unable to bring him here."

"To be honest."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he continued: "I pretended to be a Buddhist disciple and entered the palace once. Unfortunately, I was seen through by the king at first sight and almost fell into trouble."

"so……"

The monk in white paused, then smiled and said, "This is easy to solve. I wonder if the donor is interested, listen to me telling the true Vajra King's Skills?"

“…”

"boom……"

Before Sun Heng could speak, the Buddha statue in the hall was trembling wildly: "You are bullying me and insulting me!"

"Why? Why did you not pass it on to an outsider who disrespected Buddhism for decades?"

"You all deserve to die, deserve to die!"

"ah……"

He roared loudly, venting his inner dissatisfaction and resentment.

"master."

Sun Heng was also confused: "What you said just now is that if you want to practice the Vajra Ming Wang Zhizhi, do you need to have a deep Buddha nature?"

"hehe……"

The monk in white chuckled and looked at Sun Heng and asked, "Dare you ask the donor, what is Buddha nature? What is the heart of Tao?"

Without waiting for Sun Heng to answer, he continued to say: "Buddha nature, the mind of Tao, the same path, is just the determination of the mind of seeking Tao."

"The donor's heart has boundless evil spirits, which shows how many people are killed, but the mind is still pure. The body is full of cause and effect, and it is disturbed by many things, but the thoughts are still pure. This kind of heart towards the Tao will be free to practice the Vajra King's Skills."

“Besides…”

The monk in white sighed softly: "As the Vajra Ming Wang Zhi Jie, I don't want it to be lost."

…………

Seven days later.

There is a square before the palace and a restaurant near the square.

The restaurant is called Yingfu Tower, which is the most famous restaurant in the imperial city.

Because the living in this building is full of female Bodhisattvas who look delicate and know how to dress up.

On this day, all the female Bodhisattvas in the building went down to the mortal world.

"good!"

"Sing well, playing well, and you will be rewarded!"

A crisp and tender voice sounded on the top floor.

This voice fell behind, and all kinds of delicate female voices immediately agreed, with eager and attentive voices, no longer as dignified as before.

"Thank you, young master!"

"Thank you for your reward!"

"Gululu..."

A bright orb rolled down from the stairs and happened to roll at the feet of an obese man.

"pearl?"

The prince of the Xiang Kingdom, Pang Chun, bent down with great effort, picked up the beads at his feet, and looked surprised: "It's so big?"

But the pearl in his hand was as big as an ordinary person's fist, and was so bright that it was extremely dazzling.

Pearls are usually seen, but the size of soybeans and thumbs are rare treasures.

And such a fist-sized pearl...

Don’t talk about seeing each other, even if you listen, you have never heard of it!

"This is mine!"

A woman with outstanding appearance and gorgeous dress walked downstairs quickly and pointed at the pearl.

"No!"

A woman who was not inferior to her in appearance also hurriedly walked down and said, "That was obviously rewarded by Mr. Zhang!"

"mine!"

"mine!"

The two rushed to Pang Chun quickly, quarreling regardless of maintaining their own demeanor.

At the same time, I didn't forget to reach out and grab the pearls in Pang Chun's hand.

"Okay, OK!"

Upstairs, the young man's voice sounded again, and he felt even more lazy: "Don't grab it, just one pill for each person."

As he said that, another pearl of the same size rolled down from the upstairs and rolled to the feet of the two women.

"snort!"

A woman snorted lightly at her former friend, hurriedly squatted down and picked up the pearls, bowed upstairs and thanked him: "Thank you, my son!"

The voice spoke indifferently: "You're welcome, come back and continue playing music and dance!"

"Yes, young master."

The two women hurriedly bowed, holding their respective pearls and headed upstairs.

But at this time, Pang Chun said something too much.

"That big pearl is not fake, right? The monk's tricks cannot always work."

He is huge in size, his voice is not weak at all, and he has no intention of restraint when speaking, so others can naturally hear it clearly.

"clatter……"

The two women paused and looked at each other, and both saw the suspicion in each other's eyes.

yes!

Such a big pearl wouldn't be fake?

If it is true, how could the other party be so generous? Just throw it out and reward it to others?
To be continued...