The pirated doctor in American comics

The old monk sat on the ground and looked at Monk Pudu who was walking away.

No, it’s Monk Huan Zhen.

Chuangran burst into tears, and some of the monks who came after hearing the sound felt a burst of sorrow and sorrow in their hearts for no reason, and they all started to cry loudly.

Even if they don’t understand clearly in their hearts why they are crying

"The Awakened One." The old monk with tears streaming down his face said this word.

Nowadays, the monks who built this thousand-acre temple based on this Buddhist scripture have probably forgotten it.

This is the original definition of Buddha.

There is no blessing or salvation.

Buddha is the enlightened one. That's all.

Today can be called the Age of Ending Dharma. Originally, I accepted this disciple in order to carry forward the sutras taught by my Buddha. Now this disciple has indeed become an enlightened being as I originally thought.

But as an enemy of Buddha

The old monk couldn't stop crying, and even the monks from the temple who came after hearing the sound couldn't stop crying.

Amidst the crying, the old monk was quietly reciting scriptures.

This is a story from the Buddhist scriptures, and he only read the last paragraph:

"At the end of your Dharma period, I will ask my disciples and disciples to infiltrate your monks, wear your cassocks, and destroy your Dharma. They will misinterpret your scriptures and destroy your precepts to achieve goals that I cannot achieve by force today."

Look at the wailing monks here, look at the splendid Mahavira Palace, look at the golden statue of Buddha that was just destroyed, with pure copper inside and gold paint on the outside, and then think about how some monks in this temple deceived and kidnapped them. An act of plunder.

It was actually very consistent with what Nabo Xun said.

My heart couldn't help but fall into despair, my chest felt depressed, and blood spurted out.

Sprayed on the ground, the bright red color is the same as that of the believers in the sea of ​​suffering. There is nothing magical about it.

He, an eminent monk, was just called out.

Pudu is now the Huanzhen monk. At this time, he is holding a vajra and making alms.

"Amitabha, this is my sect's secret method of giving a wake-up call. If you are confused in your heart, how about listening to my soul-purifying Buddha's voice again?" The kind-faced and kind-hearted monk Huan Zhen was leisurely covering his head for these few people. The unfortunate guy who jumped carefully introduced the business he could provide.

Hope to create more achievements.

As for the previous warning, in the traffic jam, wash the car first. He has also learned the trick of asking for money.

He is a monk who keeps pace with the times.

"Where's the lunatic from Fake? Teach him a lesson." An unlucky man who seemed to be the boss roared, but his hand touched the waistband of his trousers.

There was something bulging there, and the shape outlined by the clothes showed the identity of the object inside.

It was a Glock 17 Type 9 pistol.

As military and police firearms, they appear in the hands of gangsters, which proves that these gangsters have unusual identities.

There must be something to do with the big guys in the underground world behind it.

Naturally, he wouldn't use a gun like an ordinary gangster, just to scare people.

They were confident that they could escape unharmed even if they fired.

He looked at the few gangsters rushing towards him and the black muzzle in the hand of the gangster hiding behind.

Monk Huan Zhen clasped his hands together and sighed.

"The soul-cleansing Buddha's music played by the poor monk is quite miraculous in dispelling hostility. Donors please do not say thank you afterward."

An hour later.

These little gangsters each covered the big pagoda-shaped bump on their heads and wanted to cry out, but they didn't dare to speak. They could only kneel on the ground and listen to this crazy monk chanting sutras.

While cursing in his heart, he couldn't show it on his face and had to pretend to be pious.

It’s not that they can’t put their hands together, it’s just that when they put their hands together, they receive an education called a wake-up call.

The reason is that their hearts are not sincere.

Please recite Sanskrit sutras. We have always spoken English since childhood. How can we understand it?

You know it's already a big deal to put your hands together, but it's already very flattering to this shiny bald man without even posing in a praying posture.

As for the pagoda-shaped pimple on their head, they were taught a lesson for dishonesty.

God knows how this stick was swung, it happened to hit the same spot, it happened to be unbreakable, and it also caused another pimple to grow on top of it, exactly three layers in, no more, no less.

If you have the ability to participate in a talent show, why are you looking for us?

When we walk on the road, we don't provoke you or mess with you. If you hit us with a stick, we should accept your education if we fight back.

Please, can you read it in English? I really don’t understand.

Several gangsters had tears streaming down their faces and pretended to be pious while listening to the monk talk about something they didn't understand.

In fact, whether the monk chanted sutras in Chinese, Sanskrit or English, they could all understand them. However, since he left the temple, he no longer chanted sutras in that way.

Therefore, although the chanting sound is now standard in Sanskrit, it does not have the flavor of confusing people, and it does not even contain emotions. It is just following the script.

This monk had been reciting sutras for half his life, but in the end, he was only able to read the text.

It was just a pain for these three gangsters that the ancient way of speaking in the monk's mouth could not be expressed in English, so they did not understand what the monk was talking about since they met him.

The fact that I can recognize this is Monk is also due to watching many of their movies.

It was already raining heavily in the sky, and they had been soaked by the rain for half an hour.

Why is this monk reciting such a long sutra and he hasn't finished it yet?

After all, he still has the brains to be the boss. Looking at the alms bowl filled with rainwater that the monk placed on the ground in front of him, an idea flashed in his mind.

I'm afraid this is a monk who came out to beg for alms. I didn't watch the movie in vain. These bald vegetarians hold such a bowl when they go out to beg for food. They call it alms.

The leader hurriedly took out the scattered dollars he had on him. They were already wet from the rain and crumpled into a ball. However, he did not dare to delay. He just held them and looked at the monk.

The monk sighed in his heart. Sure enough, these barbarians just didn't have wisdom, and they couldn't knock out that little bit of spiritual light even with three sticks.

Obviously the monkey understood the meaning after knocking three times.

The monk held up the alms bowl in front of him that had been filled with rainwater: "This is the fate that has come to this heaven. This bowl of rootless water cannot be let down." After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp and took the beautiful ball in the gangster's hand. He put the money into the alms bowl and then turned his attention to the other gangsters.

After being around for so long, I naturally have some discernment and have made the most correct choices.

It is worthy of the three-story pagoda above your head.

The operation was almost completed. With Yan Ding's finger, the newly taken out bottle of medicine floated up and sprayed out a mist.

Then the mist seemed to have come to life, attaching itself to the incised wound, and the wound closed again, seemingly just a simple glue sticking to the wood.

In fact, from the most subtle level, this is the most perfect combination. It is so subtle that even the capillaries are connected back intact. With the medicine that stimulates wound healing, the hideous wound healed almost instantly. Healing is complete.