1221 Gonggong's Remains

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The hand of the beggar-raising Arhat grasped the iron tea vat of Lingzi Mother. The familiar feeling shocked him all over.

It's just that it's a bit difficult to get it back from the Spirit Mother.

"Sister, if you let go and don't take him down, you won't be sure."

Mother Lingzi was very insistent. Although the iron teapot was originally used to hold the alms bowl, no one could take it away until she let go.

Clutching the iron teapot tightly, Mother Lingzi seemed to be holding on to her brother's life and didn't want to let go.

"Brother, have you really thought about it?

Pick it up, and even if you're in the game, you can't avoid what happens next.

I snatched it from you in the first place because I didn’t want you to..."

The alms-raising Arhat was very insistent, and there was some pain in his eyes.

"Sister, I know that you are doing it for my own good.

However, I can no longer be a salty fish.

You are on stage today, what qualifications do I have to be a salty fish?

No matter good or bad, I will continue."

Although Ling Zimu was reluctant to let go, she still let go of her hand. She didn't look at the Bodhisattva anymore, but looked at Mu En and smiled coldly.

"Brother, you have to take good care of my daughter-in-law. You can't make any mistakes."

The alms-raising Arhat seemed to understand. He gave Moon a wink and went straight to the entrance of the next floor.

Although Lingzi Mother seemed to say good things, Moon felt a chill running down his spine, as if his life and death were beyond his control.

This feeling is very familiar. I have experienced it many times. Whether I faced the Jade Emperor, Chang'e, or even the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the end, I had the same feeling. It felt like I was a chess piece.

Moreover, this feeling is very bad. How can you have any good experience if you are trying to survive in the cracks?

Mun En was already used to it and followed closely behind the alms-raising Arhat, not daring to stop for a moment.

Tamamo saw that the alms-raising man was gone, and then he dared to talk to the spirit child mother.

"Sister, are you really okay with letting him go down?"

Reiko's mother was in a bad mood, and Tamamo didn't understand how tangled her heart was.

Tamamo didn't even understand what she had given up.

"In the beginning, the Buddha gave him this alms bowl, which was a kind of destiny.

I didn't like it, so I snatched his bowl and didn't want to accept his fate.

However, it seems today that the West is too cruel, leaving you with no choice."

Without explaining it clearly, let alone expecting Tamamo to understand, the spirit child mother felt helpless about her fate.

Tamamo just understood that if you want to make a kiln of good porcelain, you need to add a lot of firewood.

Speaking at a young age, Zhao Daniu and Lin Wo are both bad guys.

To put it more seriously, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is also firewood.

It’s just that today, the one added is Ling Zi’s mother’s younger brother.

"I've caught up in my destiny, eldest sister, it's useless to think about it any more. You've done what you need to do to persuade me."

What Tamamo said was all nonsense, and it did nothing to alleviate Reiko's mother's bad mood.

"Sister, why don't you go down and take a look, and if you have a chance, help Hehe Ni?"

After hearing the suggestion from the spirit child mother, Tamamo immediately changed into a stupid look, showing her insufficiency.

"Sister, don't make trouble. My IQ is already in arrears. If I delay any important matters, it will be a disservice, right?"

The spirit child mother tapped Tamamo's forehead vigorously, pretending to be angry.

"Well, just pretend, and you must pretend until the end."

The descent down the passage was probably because the Arhat holding a bowl was more preoccupied and the speed was not very fast.

When the iron teapot was in the hands of the alms-raising Arhat, its appearance completely changed.

The original enamel iron teapot with peeling paint has now been replaced with a cannon, and the golden alms bowl is covered with scriptures. It does not look shabby at all, and it looks like an important Buddhist weapon.

Holding the alms bowl in his hand, the Arhat holding the alms bowl felt very complicated, a little regretful, a little sad, and a little excited.

How many years has it been since this feeling disappeared?

Ever since the Spirit Mother took the alms bowl from his hand, he seemed to have lost the meaning of his existence and turned into a kite without strings. Although he was free and comfortable, he always felt that there was something missing.

Today, with the alms bowl in hand, it is finally my turn to face my fate. How can I not be excited?

It's just that I don't know how fate will arrange it for me.

“Uncle, what’s down there?

Is it necessary to be so cautious?

Isn’t it possible to do it with the Arhat’s golden body?”

Mun En was very puzzled by the whole scene between Ling Zi Mu and Rao Han.

Obviously we didn't make an appointment in advance, but we just happened to meet him. Is the Arhat really unsure?

"So you didn't know anything and just started working with shamanism?"

What else could Moon do besides nodding? He really didn't know.

However, it is rumored that every shaman family keeps this secret about the ancestral shaman.

Since it's a secret, there must be benefits.

Did I think wrongly?

Absolutely not, otherwise the alms-raising Arhat wouldn't be so concerned about it.

"Do the Twelve Ancestral Witches know?"

"I know."

"Does Gonggong know?"

"I know, the one who is so angry that he touches Buzhou Mountain."

The alms-raising Arhat shook his head, it seemed that Moon's knowledge was indeed limited.

"It's not that one, it's that group."

kindness?

Moon feels that there is a big difference between one person and a group.

"Isn't Gonggong the same person?"

The Buddha holding the alms bowl touched the alms bowl in his hand. With constant contact, the alms bowl emitted soft Buddha light, and there was also a low chanting, vaguely present.

"Of course not, can one person break Mount Buzhou?

What do you think Buzhou Mountain is?

Also, this period of history has been deliberately concealed, and a lot of false news has been released by the Heavenly Court. You have a humble status, so it is normal for you not to know."

You know that I am of low status, but you still ask me?

Are you deliberately trying to humiliate me?

Moon's mentality suddenly deteriorated, but what could be done?

Angry?

Cold talk?

Forget it, just cooperate. Since humiliating me can make you feel comfortable, then I'll just pose and make you happy.

"Uncle, this means I am weak and ignorant. What is the truth of this matter?"

At this time, the alms-raising Arhat had already seen the huge figure of the ancestral souls, and what he was thinking was probably in the center surrounded by the ancestral souls.

"I told you, it was deliberately concealed. How could I have known? You seem stupid.

The official version is that the Gonggong clan fought against the Zhu Rong clan, and the Gonggong clan lost and became so angry that they sacrificed more than a hundred clan members before knocking down Mount Buzhou.

Mountains and rivers changed greatly, and all living beings were devastated. Only then did Nuwa mend the sky.

Because he made a big mistake, the Gonggong family was labeled as a criminal, and he lived here to escape the punishment of heaven.

Thousands of years have passed, and every one of them has been suppressed and turned into a pervert. If they were released, they would definitely be devastated."

Wow, Moon's mentality has completely collapsed. What he knows is the official statement.

"Uncle, are you going to save all sentient beings today, save these ancestral souls, and make them take refuge in my Buddha?"

The alms-raising Arhat simply shook his head.

"It's a fart that I'm going to turn into a demon. How do I turn it into a monster?"

If you want to trick me into showing mercy to Buddha, stay away from me and don't involve me."

Moon is not a fool. If he just talks about it, how can he still take it seriously?

"Then what is our goal?"

The alms-raising Arhat carefully looked around and whispered four words.

"The Remains of Gonggong."


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