Farewell words

The young monk was so upset that he almost cried, saying:

"No, Abbot, it's true. What I saw in the mirror was the monkey."

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect was furious and snatched the mirror from the monk. Then he cast a spell and looked over. He was stunned. The Pure Land of Buddhism, the golden and jade steps, and the colored glaze relics, did not look like a human world. Now it has almost become a demolition ruin, or a garbage dump. It looks terrible.

The abbot took a while to come back to his senses, his lips trembling, and said:

"Amitabha, what's going on?"

He raised his hand and hit the young disciple next to him on the head, and said angrily: "Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

The young monk wanted to cry but had no tears: "The disciple has already said it."

The abbot was angry and said: "I'm asking you, who did it?!"

The young monk said blankly:

"A monkey."

"..."

The abbot almost coughed up blood out of frustration, and immediately stopped talking, put away the mirror, and hurried to the forbidden area behind the mountain.

......

Zhang Liling saw two younger disciples coming over and asked casually: "How is it?"

"Did you find any problems here?"

Both shook their heads.

Zhang Liling asked, "What did you two do just now?"

One of them talked about the results of the search, paused, and said casually, "But when we came back, we saw a monk watching Journey to the West over there. Wow, the special effects are simply amazing."

"There is only one bad thing. The havoc in heaven was changed to havoc in Lingshan."

"It seems that the scene of flooding Jinshan was added. There is water everywhere in the Leiyin Temple."

Zhang Liling was still listening with a smile. When he heard this, his smile paused and he said to himself in surprise:

"Monkey? Water?"

"Wait a minute, is the monkey you saw golden or white?"

The two young men were stunned and answered subconsciously, "It seems... the face is white, the body is pure white with a bluish tint... because it is surrounded by water vapor, so the overall appearance should be white..."

A white-haired monkey that can control water.

Zhang Liling's eyes twitched, and he took a breath of cold air:

"White face, green body, golden eyes, white teeth, Wuzhiqi."

"Buddhism..."

He stood up suddenly and said, "That's not Journey to the West, that's real, no wonder the old bald donkey ran so fast."

He suddenly thought of an absurd idea, and his lips trembled:

"Damn, didn't someone show that monkey Journey to the West?!"

Perhaps because he was too anxious to get up, the teacup on the table fell directly and broke into two pieces. Zhang Liling's movements froze, and the two young men's eyes twitched and retreated from each other. Zhang Liling was silent for a while, and said with a serious face: "Everything is empty, and then go down the mountain to the supermarket to buy two and return them to the master."

"Don't let people think we are stingy. Buy two more expensive ones, at least one or two hundred yuan, understand?"

"Now business is important."

Immediately cast a spell, and ran directly in the direction where the old monk went like flying smoke.

While walking, he sent a text message to Zhang Tianshi.

"Wuzhiqi made a big fuss in the Buddhist Pure Land."

"Too coincidental."

"Disciple suspects that someone showed him Journey to the West."

......

In the wonderland of Lingshan.

Wuzhiqi's true spirit rushed left and right, and in his hand, Dayu gathered the iron tools forged by the craftsmen of Jiuzhou and turned them into a long stick, turning like the wind, the water flow was like thunder, and he laughed wildly, stirring up the wonderland of Lingshan like a pool of mud.

The gathered Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were smashed to pieces one by one.

"These are all the seniors' true cultivation and Taoism."

"What a pity."

"It's a pity to throw them away."

Wei Yuan's figure was hidden, and he followed Wuzhiqi to lick the bag with tears in his eyes. Now he was a real spirit, so he had to temporarily store these relics in the Crouching Tiger Order. Unfortunately, Wuzhiqi was too powerful, and these false Buddhas and false gods were really ordinary. The relics that were broken into pieces accounted for the vast majority, and only a few were intact.

Wei Yuan also noticed that the relics here seemed to have the same aura.

They were not as round and harmonious as the two relics given by Yuanjue, and they were lively and agile.

The ones here were more like gems full of Taoism and magic power.

The aura above was also similar. I'm afraid it was a family of Dharma. This lineage inherited the things in this Lingshan Wonderland. Will other Dharma lines have similar plans? Or, there are many branches of Taoism, and there are all kinds of left-handed sects. When the great world opens, people's hearts are floating, which is also normal.

Wuzhiqi's uproar this time was arbitrary and casual.

It was a commotion, but it did not contain too much murderous intent.

Therefore, the so-called monks, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas retreated and fled everywhere, and a small number of them survived.

He raised his hand to lift the iron rod, stirred the water flow, and was about to take advantage of the situation to draw the power of the Huai River's water veins and smash the Great Leiyin Temple to pieces. The iron rod in his hand suddenly turned into a chain and bound Wuzhiqi again, even if it took advantage of the opportunity of the big Buddha pulling here.

Wuzhiqi's true spirit could not stay in the outside world for too long.

If it was a dream, it would be fine. Once the power was used, it would affect the seal under the Turtle Mountain of the Huai River.

Wuzhiqi smacked his lips, knowing the power of King Yu's seal, he did not do too much to stop it, gestured with his middle finger, slowly disappeared, and was pulled back from here to the Huai River. Because they lost the blessing of Wuzhiqi's true spirit, the Yellow Turban Warriors who rushed to kill were also scattered immediately, leaving only a piece of monkey hair falling on the ground.

The illusion that originally belonged to Wuzhiqi on Wei Yuan also disappeared.

He could have added it to himself, but it might not be able to hide it from the eyes of these big Buddhas, so he simply removed the illusion openly. Many monks, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas breathed a sigh of relief and helped the big Buddha up. Seeing that his head was full of bumps and there was a word "Yuan" on his forehead, no one knew who wrote it or why it was written. Buddhism could not resolve it, so they had to pretend that there was no such word on it.

The big Buddha pretended that there was no such word on it, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas pretended that they could not see the word.

Just when he was glad that the monkey had left, he turned around and saw that the man who had predicted before was still there. He saw that he was wearing a high hat and a wide belt, and his face was ancient, as if he came from the past. He looked at the Buddhas of Lingshan with a smile, his temperament was leisurely, and he asked leisurely:

"I saw that you were working hard to predict, so I came here in person."

"Next, who will predict?"

The Buddhas swept the relic debris all over the ground, and no one answered for a while.

"..."

Wei Yuan took a step forward.

All the monks, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas retreated subconsciously.

The entire Lingshan Pure Land was dead silent.

The big Buddha was about to force himself to attack, when suddenly, a tall Buddhist guardian god with an eagle on his shoulder stepped out from the crowd and shouted:

"Monster, you are so arrogant."

Then, under the surprised eyes of the monks and Buddhas, the guardian god rushed straight towards the mountain god with a high crown and wide belt, with a magnificent momentum. When he attacked, there were Buddhist scriptures chanting, which was quite extraordinary. The man with an ancient temperament raised his hand and directly caught the full-strength attack of the guardian god without stirring up a trace of smoke.

The Buddhas were even more horrified and lost their intention to attack.

The attack just now was almost full of strength, but it was easily blocked.

The guardian god was shining with golden light, as if he was fighting with all his strength.

The old-looking man had no expression, and was extremely indifferent. It seemed that the guardian god's actions were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and there was even a bit of tragic and heroic spirit. Many monks and Buddhas could not help but put their hands together, and they were deeply moved by the guardian god.

Wei Yuan held the palm of his true spirit.

While the Buddhists were not able to detect the problem, he quickly "copied" the contents of his memory.

Faster, faster...

It was a pity that the guardian god's position was still a bit low.

A lot of knowledge, as well as the classics of Buddhism, and many magical powers were vague. Knowing a part of them would be broken when it came to the really important core. Wei Yuan originally planned to directly take back the true spirit openly, but when he saw the awe-inspiring looks of the monks and Buddhas, his heart moved slightly and he gave up his original plan.

With a calm expression, he just flicked his sleeves, and the guardian god spit out blood very cooperatively and flew out backwards.

He was caught by the monks and Buddhas.

Only the iron eagle seemed to be ordered by the guardian god to "attack" the man, but was covered by the sleeves of the robe and there was no sound.

The Buddhas were shocked.

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that the monks and Buddhas were shocked by the remaining power and did not dare to act rashly. He looked around and saw that the place was no longer as solemn and magnificent as when he first saw it. There were ruins everywhere. He saw a Buddhist scripture written on a stone and read it out:

'In the Pure Land, there are seven treasure pools filled with eight meritorious waters. The bottom of the pool is pure gold sand. The steps on the four sides are made of gold, silver, glass, and glass. There are pavilions on top, which are also decorated with gold, silver, glass, glass, conch, red pearls, and agate. '

'In that Buddha's land, there is always heavenly music, the ground is made of gold, and six times a day and night, the sky rains mandala flowers. '

'That Buddha has countless disciples, all of whom are Arhats, and cannot be counted. The same is true for all Bodhisattvas. '

Wei Yuan looked up at the Pure Land again and suddenly felt it was ridiculous. It was said to be quiet and free, but everywhere was the luxury that people wanted. It was also said that it was not ascetic as the world. As long as you heard the teachings, you would be an Arhat or a Bodhisattva. You denied your own practice and put all the methods of liberation on others.

The method of getting something for nothing is naturally favored by people.

Wei Yuan grabbed a Buddhist banner next to him, shook his wrist, and wrapped the banner together. He dipped the golden Buddha blood that could be seen everywhere on the ground, and wrote four big characters on the collapsed golden beams and jade pillars in one go. The dragons and phoenixes danced, and he felt happy. He swept past the Buddhas and left with his sleeves.

......

Zhang Liling caught up with the old monk, who was very anxious. He thought that if he could also involve Longhu Mountain and fight the monkey together, it would at least be better than his family coming up. He stepped into the secret realm from the forbidden area.

Everyone lost their minds.

Seeing the pure and peaceful Lingshan Wonderland of Buddhism, it turned directly into a pile of ruins.

The Buddhas had already hidden away before people came.

So the empty space here was almost like a ghost area. The old monk's palms trembled. Seeing this scene, he could hardly think. He saw the golden beam and jade pillar lying on the ground, with four big characters on it, flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, hearty and refreshing!

Bullshit!

Zhang Liling was stunned and exclaimed loudly: "Good, good, good!"

"Good!"

"What a good word!"

Then he looked at the shattered relics on the ground strangely, patted his palm and sighed:

"The master is indeed a master, his words are a motto, no, I mean, he doesn't tell lies."

"Sure enough, there are only rotten stones on the ground."

"I admire you, I admire you."

The old monk pointed at Zhang Liling, his palms trembling.

"You, you..."

"Puff!"

The old monk, who had not come down the mountain for fifty years, spurted blood and fell directly to the ground, and was caught by the young monk.

Because of this anger or because the blow was too great, the monk's injuries could not survive in this temple. The monk who walked in vertically was carried out horizontally by a group of disciples, and went down the mountain quickly, crossed the river, and went to the city for treatment.

Zhang Liling sneered: "Fifty years of seclusion, enduring the suffering of the people."

"What do you mean by unmoved by the eight winds?"

"Isn't it also a fart that knocked him across the river?"

The Taoist disciple next to him twitched his mouth and said, "Uncle Master."

"Hmm?"

"We are Taoists, not Yin-Yangists..."

"Stop talking."

Zhang Liling patted the young man on the head, opened his phone, and saw the reply from his uncle.

I don't know why, it took more than ten minutes to reply two sentences.

"It's okay..."

Zhang Ruosu's eyes twitched, and she looked at her friend list, typing out word by word:

"It's my own monkey."

.........

Wei Yuan picked up the relic in his hand.

It seems that it is enough to give Wu Yi a second way.

Perhaps, the third one is enough.