Chapter 51 I'm thinking too much, how could it be Dabido?

"The abbot is here, why don't you taste it together? I don't put any meat."

Lin Ye was holding a tiger bone and gnawing on the meat. The tiger meat was so fragrant.

Not only the fragrance, but also the blood and flesh of the poultry provided is incomparable.

After taking a few bites, Lin Ye's stomach was warm, and the qi and blood that had reached its peak showed signs of breakthrough.

Abbot Yin Guang had a dark face and looked at the tiger bones that Lin Ye was holding. He had just discussed that this matter could be resolved peacefully.

First of all, the mountain king in Shuangmushan has many descendants. Unless he loves him, he will not care too much. If he really loves him, he will not let him go down the mountain alone.

Their Miaoying Temple is not a small temple, and the mountain king of Shuangmu Mountain also needs to consider whether it is worth starting a war with their Miaoying Temple for a descendant who is not loved.

With these two points, they lowered their attitude and were willing to give some compensation to make the Shanjun feel comfortable. This matter can be solved if they think so.

Master Yin Guang took all possible factors into consideration, but he did not expect that the tiger's corpse would be cooked and eaten by Lin Ye.

This... how can you lower your posture to Shanjun?

"Amitabha, I'm really embarrassed. My temple has already dealt with Daohai. As for your descendants... well, they have been cooked and eaten."

Master Yin Guang could already imagine Shan Jun’s angry look. Even if Shan Jun actually didn’t want to start a war with their Miaoying Temple, once this matter happened, he would be forced to start a war.

"Abbot, the taste is really good, let me give you one?"

"I'll do you a big game!"

Master Yin Guang looked at Lin Ye's face, and at this moment he just wanted to go down a Zen stick and get one└(┐卍_)

Yin Guang was covered in his mouth with all his words, because it was not only Lin Ye who ate the tiger meat, but also many monks.

"Mr. Lin, tomorrow is the first day of the New Year. Let's leave the temple after the initiation." Master Yin Guang no longer wanted to see Lin Ye, so he shook his robe and turned around and left.

Lin Ye:...

night!

Lin Ye practiced the power of tiger roaring, and there was a sound of tiger roaring between his fists and feet, and even caused gusts of wind and thunder.

Close your fists and breathe!

"You are actually in the Great Perfection of Hundred Furnaces."

As soon as Lin Ye finished his fist, a faint sound came. Looking down, Daohai's figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

"Master Daohai also understands martial arts?"

"The three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and martial arts are interconnected. My Miaoying Temple also has martial arts, but they are all basic martial arts. At the highest level, they can only practice until the late stage of the Hundred Fu, which is similar to your martial arts, but not the main attack, but the main defense."

"Master Daohai, I know the realm of martial arts. After Baifu, Jingzhe is the one who knows how to divide the realm of cultivation?"

Lin Ye asked about the topic he was very concerned about, the division of the realm of practice, and the old Taoist did not explain in detail to him, and the scriptures left behind were not recorded. Master Yin Guang taught him the Vajra Demon-Subduing Sutra, but did not explain to him the realm of practice.

Daohai was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Cultivation is the same as martial arts. In fact, there is only the first three realms of division. My Buddhist three realms are consecration, consecration, and golden body... As for the golden body, there will be no realm division after it."

"What about Taoism?"

"The Taoist sect is divided into three realms: inspiration, hiding god, and primordial spirit."

"There are only three realms, because there are very few who can practice these three realms?"

Lin Ye thought of what he read in the novel. The protagonists were in the novice village and knew the realm of the realm. After leaving the novice village, he opened a big map and suddenly the realm of the realm became more and more.

The most representative one is the book written by the unknown author in his later years.

A drop of blood from a saint in the early stage can kill mountains and rivers and destroy powerful people, but in the later stage, he becomes a saint who is worse than a dog.

"This is one of them, but the main reason is that the young monk heard from the master that after he reached the third level of practice, he practiced many wonderful magical powers. The stronger the magical power, the stronger the strength, and it has nothing to do with the realm."

"That's it. I wonder what level you are in Master Daohai, and what level you are in the abbot and the others?"

"The little monk has just entered the state of mindfulness and concentration, and he is not clear about the state of the abbot."

Daohai couldn't explain it clearly, and Lin Ye understood it, probably the realm of conviction. If Abbot Yin Guang breaks through to the realm of golden body, he will definitely be widely publicized to expand the reputation of Miaoying Temple.

"Where is the mountain master of Shuangmin Mountain? What is its realm?"

"The little monk doesn't know, but since he is Shanjun, he should be very strong."

There was a layer of haze on Daohai's face, and he knew that he had caused great trouble to the temple this time.

"Mr. Lin, I have benefited a lot from hearing what you said before. The young monk came here this time to ask Mr. Lin for a solution."

"I don't have any solution. Abbot Yin Guang and the others must have already dealt with such a major event. Master Daohai will be relaxed."

Lin Ye comforted him, guessing that Master Yin Guang and the others must have a way to deal with Shan Jun, otherwise they should be dismissing the temple monks or relocating the temple.

Under Lin Ye's comfort, Daohai looked a little better, and after chatting for a few words, he said goodbye.

A good night dream!

The first day of the lunar calendar!

Before dawn and the temple gate was open, many believers gathered outside.

On the first day of the lunar month, both believers and monks are a big day.

On the first day of every month in Miaoying Temple, all monks gather to recite scriptures, while believers come to listen and pray for peace and blessings.

On this day, Master Yin Guang was wearing a cloud brocade cassock and shone brightly. The hundreds of monks from Miaoying Temple behind him were all wearing cassocks or monk's robes according to their level. They first circled around the temple, and then returned to outside the front door of the temple, where monks had already set up a magic platform in advance.

Master Yin Guang took the stage alone, and many monks sat on the cushions below the stage, while believers surrounded him and recited Amitabha Buddha.

Recite scriptures and pray for blessings!

This chanting took half an hour. Lin Ye narrowed his eyes slightly. He could feel that as Master Yin Guang recited the scriptures, the surrounding spiritual energy gathered towards the high platform, and the believers who followed him also had golden light floating towards the high platform.

"Please come to the stage and consecrate!"

After Master Yin Guang finished speaking, Lin Ye walked to the high platform with the other nine people, and all the believers around him cast envious eyes.

"Great charity."

"This is a great believer."

Believers can only be envious and not jealous, because if they want to go to the high platform, they must be among the top ten donated in the incense last month. That would cost a lot of money. Can they spend so much money, isn’t it just piety?

Lin Ye was at the end because he was the one who donated the most.

In the nine in front, Master Yin Guang gently stroked the other person's head. When it was Lin Ye's turn, Master Yin Guang's palm fell a little quickly, and even made a slight "pop" sound.

Lin Ye:...

"Amitabha, I'm so sorry. The old monk recited the scriptures for too long and was a little dazed, so don't blame me."

"How could it be?"

Lin Ye showed an indifferent expression on his face, but he felt in his heart that Master Yin Guang's move was similar to the movements he had given to the scalper.

It should be because I was thinking too much, but I was the biggest sponsor of Miaoying Temple. How could Master Yin Guang want to give him a big match?

PS: The third round is recommended, it is very important. I hope everyone will not raise books and read more!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!