Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva of the Underworld, Come Here to Worship the Temple (ticket)
At night, the starlight poured down in large quantities, obscuring the White Horse Temple.
In the guest room, Zheng Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and slowly stood up.
"It's almost done."
He muttered to himself and gently pushed open the door. His figure was like a ghost, untainted by smoke and fire.
In just an instant, he appeared outside White Horse Temple.
Zheng Yuan's expression was cold. With a thought, a bronze mask of Ksitigarbha appeared out of thin air in his palm.
He gently put it on his face. The starlight and moonlight shone on the bronze mask, emitting a cold glow.
He was dressed in white and had a bronze mask on his face. His figure was like the wind and lightning.
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Although the Titanium Temple was also in the Qing Dynasty's territory, it was not under the Qing Dynasty's jurisdiction.
The reason was very simple. Titanium Temple was a Buddhist temple comparable to an immortal sect. Although it was not as good as Green Bamboo Sect, it was not something the Qing Dynasty could provoke.
This Buddhist temple was located at the peak of the vast and majestic Mount Vajra. There were very few devotees.
This was because Mount Vajra was too tall.
As time passed, the reputation of the Titanium Temple became frighteningly meager.
However, that was only among the ordinary people. To some cultivators, the Titanium Temple could be considered famous.
However, on this night when the moon was shining brightly, there were actually people coming to this mountain temple that had no visitors all year round.
"Dong dong dong."
The sound of the golden knocker knocking on the mahogany door broke the loneliness of the late autumn night.
A young novice monk with sleepy eyes yawned and slowly opened the door. He was stunned on the spot.
Outside the door, there was a scholarly man in white fluttering. He wore a bronze mask of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. This mask was a little strange. Although it looked solemn, it had a hint of evil.
The little monk rubbed his eyes and said slowly,"
"Sh- Benefactor, what brings you here?"
Zheng Yuan's tone was calm and cold."
"Ksitigarbha of the Underworld, I came here to worship the temple and specially requested a scroll of the Six Dao Scripture.”
The little monk muttered,"
"Yin Si Ksitigarbha…Yin Si?"
Cold air rose from his tailbone and spread throughout his body. His drowsiness instantly disappeared.
The little monk trembled and said in a dry voice,"
"Sh- Almsgiver, please wait for a moment.”
As he spoke, the little monk staggered into the inner courtyard, panting heavily.
Yin Si, one of the Eight Supremes, had always been mysterious and unpredictable. The core members of the sect all wore different Hell masks.
He was the leader of the demonic path in the world.
Before long, the entire Titanium Temple was brightly lit, and the Tranquil Buddhist Temple was filled with noise.
Hurried footsteps sounded as some monks rushed out solemnly and cautiously. The leader was an old monk wearing a red robe and holding a hundred and eight sandalwood prayer beads.
The red-robed old monk looked at the elegant white-robed man in front of him with a solemn expression.
"Your Excellency, please take off the mask of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. The dignity of Bodhisattva is not to be profaned.”
Zheng Yuan was slightly taken aback, and his face under the mask twitched."
"I came here for a scroll of the Six Dao Scripture.”
The red-robed old monk was silent for a moment."
"The records of my Titanium Temple can be borrowed by anyone, except the Demon Sect and the Netherworld.”
Pausing for a moment, the red-robed old monk quickly spun the sandalwood prayer beads in his hand."
"Sir, please change your mask. The dignity of Bodhisattva cannot be blasphemed.”
Zheng Yuan's expression turned cold. His white robes fluttered in the wind, and some might spread out, suppressing some of the young acolytes until they could not breathe.
The Diamond Temple had always been pedantic. The temple cultivated the Diamond Technique and advocated the Angry Diamond.
Zheng Yuan's cold voice rang out,"
"It's just an ordinary Buddhist scripture that doesn't involve Buddhist cultivation.”
The red-robed old monk shook his head."
"I'm not lending."
Buzz!
A monstrous and ferocious aura rose from Zheng Yuan's body. The starlight swayed, forming a substantial air pressure that spread in all directions, sweeping up a violent wind.
Zheng Yuan was dressed in white, and his elegance had dissipated. The mask on his face had also turned dark.
"I came here with sincerity. Grandmaster, why must you let me return empty-handed?”
On the surface, Zheng Yuan had been trapped in the Sutra Depository for ten years, studying for ten years, and cultivating for ten years.
However, he was still Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, a mighty figure at the eighth realm.
Mighty existences could not be humiliated.
The red-robed old monk's expression became much more solemn, but he still continued to speak,"
"I won't lend you the ancient records, and you also need to change your mask. This is blasphemy and disrespectful.”
Zheng Yuan laughed in anger.
"Old monk, you are no match for me. Have you not thought of the consequences of angering me?”
The red-robed old monk paused and looked at the other monks around him."
"Do you want to retreat?"
The monks said in unison,
"No!"
The red-robed old monk nodded in satisfaction. He then looked at Zheng Yuan, who had an imposing aura, and said warmly,"
"I'm not lending."
Zheng Yuan himself had the nature of Buddha. Otherwise, he wouldn't have inherited the mask of Ksitigarbha. He would probably have become one of the other ten Yama Kings.
However, just as Monk Fa Kong had said, Zheng Yuan's chanting of Buddha was like a devil's.
Just as Zheng Yuan had said, if he liked it, all the flowers in the world would bloom. If he didn't like it, none of them would bloom.
He had the nature of Buddha, but he was very domineering.
This is the devil in Buddhism.
Zheng Yuan made his move. A huge sun rose behind him, making the late autumn night on Mount Vajra seem as bright as day.
Not only could the Great Sun nourish the soul, but it could also manifest the Great Sun and burn all living beings.
The sun fell, illuminating the faces of every monk in the Titanium Temple. Their faces were terrified and trembling.
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