Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class

Lan Lang gently knocked on the door of the chanting room and shouted respectfully: "Master!"

After waiting for a while, the sound of wooden fish inside stopped.

"Come in!" A hoarse female voice came from inside.

Qin Chuan's expression froze.

female?

As far as he knew, in all Buddhist practices, the proportion of women was extremely low.

In the past few days in the Buddhist world, I have rarely seen female Buddhist cultivators, let alone those who have cultivated to the level of Buddha King.

Lan Lang opened the door and was instantly greeted by a refreshing scent of sandalwood and candles.

Walking into the chanting room, the furnishings inside are simpler.

A futon, a wooden table, and candle holders.

Sitting on the futon was a female Buddhist monk with a kind face.

On the table in front of her were a wooden fish and an incense burner.

This female Buddhist cultivator is dressed in off-white monk robes, with long black hair tied up high, Buddhist beads hanging around her neck, and also holding Buddhist beads in her hand.

I heard her voice was a little hoarse just now, so I thought she was an old man.

But when I came in, I saw a middle-aged woman with pretty features and pretty features.

"Master!" Lan Lang bowed respectfully.

"This is my brother Qin Xiaochuan. Is this the friend I made on Xiaochuan's road?" Lan Lang introduced.

Qin Chuan and Zhu Jiahong also bowed before him.

"Junior Qin Xiaochuan, meet the master!"

"Junior Zhu Jiahong, meet the master!"

The female Buddhist cultivator looked at Qin Chuan and Qin Chuan up and down, and her eyes stayed on Qin Chuan for a long time.

Qin Chuan intuitively felt that he was like a transparent person, feeling that he had no secrets.

A little while!

The female Buddhist cultivator withdrew her gaze and said, "All donors, please sit down."

"Thank you, Master!"

Lan Lang and the other three sat down one after another.

The female Buddhist cultivator waved her sleeves, and a cup of hot tea appeared out of nowhere in front of the three of them.

"Xiaochuan, let me introduce you.

This man is called Master Jing'an, a direct disciple of the previous generation of the Holy Land Buddha.

Quite prestigious in the Holy Land. Lan Lang said.

"Yeah!" Qin Chuan nodded and wrote down the name.

Lan Lang took a sip of tea, and then said to Master Jing'an: "Master, Xiaochuan had a strange encounter on the road, and the curse on him was accidentally removed."

Master Jing'an looked calm and said: "I see that Qin Donor has some Buddhist aura in his body. He must have received Buddhist inheritance!"

Buddhist inheritance? ? ?

Lan Lang looked at Qin Chuan in surprise.

Qin Chuan only told him that he had encountered an opportunity, but did not specify what it was.

"Xiaochuan, have you obtained Buddhist inheritance?" Lan Lang asked.

"Yeah! I wanted to wait until I had time to talk to my eldest brother in detail." Qin Chuan didn't hide anything.

"This is your own opportunity, you don't need to explain it to big brother.

And you can get the Buddhist inheritance, big brother is very happy for you. Lan Lang affirmed.

Having said this, Qin Chuan pondered for a while, then stood up and bowed to Master Jing'an, and then said: "Master, my friend has inner demons because of his martial arts. I don't know what master can do to get rid of it."

Master Jing'an looked at Qin Chuan and was about to refuse, but seeing that he was related to the Buddha, he made an exception and took a look.

"Please take a look at how the technique works." Master Jing'an asked Zhu Jiahong.

Zhu Jiahong couldn't help but was startled, and hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Master... Master, I also got this skill by chance.

It was indeed a bit evil when I saw it at the time, but in order not to be looked down upon by my fellow disciples, I didn’t care too much and started practicing secretly.

Now I find that I can't control my inner demons, so I came to the Buddhist world to seek help. "

Master Jing'an still looked very calm.

She said: "Donor, you don't need to explain this to me. Let's run it first so that I can make a judgment."

"Yes! It was the junior who lost his composure just now." Zhu Jiahong wiped the sweat from his face and sat down cross-legged.

Qin Chuan on the side said in a low voice: "Friend Taoist, please don't be nervous. I believe you are not the kind of person with evil intentions."

"Thank you Qin Tianjiao for your trust." Zhu Jiahong said excitedly.

"Then you adjust the state first, and then show the master how to operate the technique." Qin Chuan said.

"Um!"

Zhu Jiahong took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as quickly as possible.

Then, he ran the technique.

After running for a week, the inner demon that had been suppressed by Qin Chuan was activated again.

In an instant, Zhu Jiahong's body trembled violently, and his whole body changed again.

Seeing this scene, Master Jing'an, who had always been calm, changed his expression slightly.

"Brother, he is going to be possessed by a demon." Qin Chuan said.

Lan Lang replied: "Master is here. Don't worry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Jiahong's body was once again occupied by his inner demon, and he roared like a wild beast.

Just as he was about to go berserk, Master Jing'an recited a scripture, and golden Sanskrit words suddenly appeared in the room.

The golden Sanskrit words were formed into strings, binding Zhu Jiahong like a chain.

The demonic aura in Zhu Jiahong's body quickly receded, and it didn't take long for him to regain consciousness.

"I didn't mess around just now!" Zhu Jiahong said worriedly.

Qin Chuan gave him a reassuring smile: "Don't think too much about how big a wave you can make with Master here."

"That seems to be the case." Zhu Jiahong smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.

"What you have to worry about now is whether there is a solution to the inner demon in your body." Qin Chuan reminded.

Zhu Jiahong nodded and said expectantly: "I believe the master must have a way."

At this moment, Master Jing'an closed his eyes, as if in deep thought.

Blue Lang body Qin Chuan and Zhu Jiahong, please stay quiet and don't disturb Master Jing'an.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Zhu Jiahong's eyes were blazing and his heart was full of expectations.

For him, the wait was long, even a second was very long.

After an unknown amount of time, Master Jing'an opened his eyes.

Zhu Jiahong became nervous instantly.

Master Jing'an said: "Your inner demon has become one with you. If the inner demon lives in you, you will live. If the inner demon dies, you will die."

Hearing this sentence, Zhu Jiahong was like a deflated ball, and all his expectations instantly collapsed into ashes.

"It seems that I am destined to become a demon cultivator!"

Zhu Jiahong said in a more relaxed tone.

Qin Chuan knew that he was heartbroken now.

As we all know, demon cultivators are not welcome in the Immortal Realm, and they basically kill every one they see.

Zhu Jiahong had good intentions and did not want to become a demon cultivator, but this result undoubtedly sentenced him to death.

At this time, Master Jing'an spoke again: "I haven't spoken yet."

Zhu Jiahong's eyes suddenly brightened up, and his originally disappointed heart once again had hope.

Master Jing'an said: "To be precise, the skills you practice are borrowed from our Buddhist skills.

Buddhism often says that one thought can lead to a Buddha and another thought can lead to a demon.

In ancient times, a Buddhist emperor created a technique called the Buddha and Demon Sutra, which allowed Buddhist practitioners to transform between Buddha and Demon.

When transformed into a demon, he has tremendous fighting power, masters the darkness, and can destroy the world with every move.

And the techniques you are practicing now are really based on the "One Thought of Buddha and Demon Sutra".

The person who created this technique must be said to be very capable, but after all, it is a reference, and it is bound to have flaws. "

"Then...is there a way?" Zhu Jiahong couldn't help but said excitedly.

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