Master, Master, something terrible has happened!!!

The gate of the Pure Land Sect is located in a flat area on the mountainside.

With the lush and green famous mountain behind it, it overlooks the prosperous city that has been gradually developed and built in the plain area below the mountain. Between this mountain and that prosperous city, there is a river winding through. From the pavilion outside the temple, you can look down and see the river flowing through the city.

The leader of the action team is a middle-aged man. There is his ID on the table, and he still looks a little young in the photo.

He is a descendant of the Zhang family, Zhang Liling, a direct descendant of the Tianshi Mansion, who has been going down the mountain to subdue demons for seventeen years.

At this moment, looking at the scenery below, he exclaimed:

"The scenery here is quite nice. It makes me want to come here to become a monk after I retire."

The old monk's eyelids drooped, and his tone was gentle:

"The law has no doors. If Mr. Zhang is willing to leave Longhu Mountain and become a monk here, I will welcome you very much."

Zhang Liling laughed, waved his hand, and said:

"No, no."

"If I do this, my old man will be so angry that he will die. To be honest, he is not very strong, and I am not very scared, but I am afraid that the old master is too soft-hearted and has come down the mountain. Master, can you stand up to him? If you can, I will come. "

As he said this, his eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh and said:

"How about I talk to the master directly, and you help him? I tell you, the old master has been playing games lately and staying up late every day. His ranking has been falling down every day. He can't climb up anymore. He definitely can't play anymore. You have a profound cultivation and boundless Buddhist teachings, so there must be no problem. "

"How about I help you, and you go to Longhu Mountain to try?"

Zhang Liling looked sincere.

The old monk was silent for a moment, then awkwardly picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea, saying silently:

"Amitabha."

"Donor, you are joking. How can I compare with the Heavenly Master?"

Zhang Liling did not continue the topic, and said with a smile: "Master, you are not poor, how can you be called a 'poor monk'?"

"I saw this set of tea sets, which is a treasure from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty. There are not many of them in the world, let alone a complete set. There are four teacups, each of which is different. If one is missing, it will be ruined. This set of tea sets is worth at least one to eight hundred thousand. It should be there, but it's too high to say. "

The old monk said calmly: "This tea set is just a gift from pilgrims. I just use it. It's no different from an ordinary cup."

"I can afford simple meals and I can enjoy wealth and prosperity, but everything is empty. It's the donor who is obsessed with appearances."

Zhang Liling was full of admiration and said: "High, it's really high."

"Then I'll smash this cup. Master should just think of it as a spring breeze, right? After all, it's all empty."

He tossed the teacup casually and saw the flesh on the old monk's cheek jump.

The quilt was thrown up and down several times, but Zhang Liling always managed to hold it steadily. Finally, he caught the teacup with a smile, stopped throwing it up, and asked casually: "Master, you have been on this mountain for many years without going down the mountain. Now that demons are rampant outside, isn't it the time for Buddhist disciples to exorcise demons? If you don't go down the mountain, when will you go down?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "Of course, I am also working on this matter."

"Oh? Why didn't I see it?"

The old monk said calmly "The donor is doing external work, subduing demons and monsters, while I am doing the right work, reciting Amitabha Buddha thousands of times every day, praying for the blessings of the world, and practicing asceticism and confinement to help the dead to be reborn, so that the demons can transform. This is immeasurable merit and is the supreme Mahayana."

Zhang Daoling paused, not just mocking but also sincere:

"The master is indeed... profound in Buddhism."

The monk put his hands together and answered tightly, saying: "The eight winds cannot blow it away, sitting firmly on the lotus platform."

"I haven't come down the mountain for fifty years."

......

Zhang Liling was not discouraged. He smiled and continued to flatter the old monk, talking about this and that, trying to test his words and find out the truth. After drinking a pot of tea, the old monk finally felt a little tired of dealing with it. He went out on the pretext of going to the bathroom, called his own disciples, took out a mirror engraved with countless Buddhist patterns and handed it to him, saying:

"You go and cast a spell with this mirror to see the Great Leiyin Temple, Report to the many ancestors and Buddhas. "

"Let's get this Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain down the mountain first."

The young monk bowed and said:

"Yes, disciple, I will receive the abbot's order."

Then he respectfully took the Buddhist mirror and hurried away, and the old monk also calmed down, chanted Buddhist scriptures in his heart, said a few words of Amitabha, and walked into the pavilion calmly. During this time, Zhang Liling also ordered the children who came with him to investigate the situation in this temple.

When the old monk came over, the two of them clearly knew that the other party must have secretly arranged something, but they both looked warm and polite, and the atmosphere was even more polite when they talked.

......

The monk, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, hurried to a side room.

Then he took out the Buddha mirror, tidied his clothes, washed his hands and face, and then he dared to wipe the Buddha mirror. He chanted Amitabha Buddha with all his heart, and saw ripples on the mirror. He had seen the Pure Land of Lingshan Mountain and the pure and free Da Leiyin Temple with gold and stone steps and white jade ground before, so his face was more respectful.

The picture appeared on the mirror.

The monk said: "Report..."

The monk stopped talking, his face was full of confusion, looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened, and the words in his mouth could not be spoken immediately.

I saw that the pure land of Lingshan Mountain had already become a mess. The golden stone steps were smashed to pieces, and the lotus platform floor made of white jade was also smashed up. Those majestic Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were all in a mess. I saw Manjusri and Maitreya running around with their heads in their hands, and Vajra Arhats begging for mercy over there. There were also white jade conches smashed everywhere, and golden beams and jade pillars fell left and right. The ceiling was trampled into mud, and the golden lotus on the ground was kicked into powder. It was no longer the pure land of Lingshan Mountain of Buddhism, but rather like a famine in the human world.

A hundred-foot-tall Buddha in the middle had been grabbed by the collar and hit all over the head with an iron rod.

In the middle of the chaos, a white-haired monkey with a hairy face and a thunder god mouth laughed and hit randomly.

The water was turbulent, and it was almost flooding the Pure Land Great Leiyin Temple.

The young monk was stunned and murmured subconsciously:

"This... Journey to the West?"

Then he realized that what he had in his hand was not a tablet, but a magic weapon, and what he was watching was not Journey to the West, but what was happening in Lingshan Holy Land at the moment. He was stunned for a moment, his mind was buzzing, and he was about to turn around and report to the abbot, but he didn't expect two young men to walk in at the door with smiles on their faces.

"Young Master, this is our first time here and we are not familiar with this place."

"Can you help lead the way?"

The monk had no time to spare and was about to refuse. Two members of the action team who came to investigate the Pure Land Sect had already come over. One of them was stepping on the Qimen Bagua and the other was using the unique footwork of the Nanyang Zhuge Sect. They were so fast that they could not react. They came to the monk from the left and right and said with a smile:

"Young Master, what are you looking at?"

"It's quite beautiful."

The monk was not good enough and could not protect it. The Buddha mirror showed it clearly. The two members of the action team were originally very interested, but they lost interest when they saw what happened in the mirror. One of them smacked his lips and said with regret:

"Oh...it turned out to be Journey to the West."

I thought it was a walking second-class merit.

The other martial arts monk also felt a little disappointed, but after taking a look, he became interested: "Huh? This Journey to the West is quite good, but the havoc in heaven was changed to havoc in Lingshan. No, it also added the flooding of Jinshan Mountain? It's quite interesting."

The Taoist monk sneered: "Another tailor weirdo."

But after a casual glance, he couldn't let it go. He was so absorbed in watching that he couldn't help but say: "However, this Journey to the West is really good. Which version is it? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"This special effect, this fighting scene, is just like the real thing ."

"Yeah, tsk, this punch is powerful enough."

"Fuck, awesome, a direct headshot!"

"Can this thing pass the review after being filmed?"

"Maybe it's because it's too realistic, so it's not available on the Internet."

The two members of the special operations team were amazed. They were among the more outstanding young people, and they were also martial artists. This kind of violent aesthetics of punching to the flesh almost made them unable to look away. They sandwiched the little monk in the middle, watching this new version of Journey to the West without blinking.

So the monk in the middle could only watch his own ancestor and Buddha being chopped by the monkey, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

One is just a created god and Buddha.

The other is the legend of the most ancient myth.

The monk was sweating profusely and racked his brains to leave. He said, "Well, the two donors, I have something to do... Yes, I need to go to the toilet urgently."

The Taoist monk nodded suddenly and said apologetically, "Sorry, we didn't notice it."

"I'm so sorry."

"Young master, go quickly."

The monk breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave.

The martial arts monk grabbed the Buddha mirror and said:

"Let's watch this part here, little master, you go and come back quickly."

The smile on the monk's face slowly solidified bit by bit. The martial arts monk pulled the Buddha mirror back and looked at the monk in surprise, saying:

"Little master, aren't you going to the toilet?"

The monk was silent for a long time and said, "Hold it, hold it back."

The martial arts monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted his shoulder, saying:

"I understand, I understand, this exciting scene, there is no boring part, you have to hold it in to watch it, haha, I didn't expect that little master is also a fellow, but you see, the Monkey King in this version of Journey to the West is really fighting hard, I don't know who the martial arts director is, it's really awesome."

The martial arts monk pointed at the screen excitedly and began to explain.

The monk had a sad face, watching the white-haired monkey in the picture holding an iron rod wantonly, hitting the bald heads in front one by one. The scene was extremely relaxing and stimulating, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

......

Fortunately, this "plot" was relatively short.

The two monks in the action team were still not satisfied, and told the monk that if there were any resources, they would definitely share them with them. The young monk had already been living a miserable life, so how could he have the leisure to talk about other things? He hurriedly ran to the pavilion holding the Buddhist mirror.

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect had seen him early on and felt that he was too embarrassed. He was in such a hurry and panic, wouldn't he be exposed? He looked unhappy, but he still apologized to the smiling Zhang Liling, stood up to greet him, pulled him to a secluded place, and scolded him:

"What's the matter? You are so flustered, what if someone finds out that there is something wrong?!"

"Tell me, what happened?"

The young monk was already in a panic. Hearing this, he hurriedly took out the Buddhist scriptures and said in a sad voice:

"Abbot, it's not good."

"Master, Master, they are being beaten by a monkey with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth!"

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect: "?!"

He raised his hand and touched the monk's head, and couldn't help scolding:

"Monks don't tell lies."

"Are you telling me Journey to the West?!"