Outside Chenjiacun, Qingxin Dawang Temple.

Monk Sha set up a big pot, Zhu Bajie lit the fire, Sun Wukong disemboweled the huge goldfish, and Xiao Bailong prepared braised pickled cabbage.

Several apprentices followed Chen Jiangliu all the way, eating all kinds of delicious food, and their cooking skills improved greatly, and they were no longer inferior to Chen Jiangliu.

After a while, the smell of fish overflowed. The big pot was a mandarin duck pot, half braised and half pickled. It was eaten with a big pot of rice. How could it leave a mouth-watering aroma?

Five bowls of rice per person.

It only took a quarter of an hour for a pot of fish meat to enter the stomachs of Chen Jiangliu's master and disciples.

Above the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, it was the pharmacist and Maitreya who were taking turns to keep an eye on them, but nothing amiss was found.

After they had eaten and drank enough, Chen Jiangliu's five masters and disciples carried the fish bone frame back to Chenjiacun.

When the old man of the Chen family saw Chen Jiangliu's master and his disciples returning, he asked with some fear: "Elder, what's going on? Didn't Grandpa Wang come today?"

"No, this is Grandpa Wang." Chen Jiangliu pointed at the fish bones and said.

"Elder, stop joking. Your Majesty is so capable, how could he be a dead fish?" The old man of the Chen family obviously didn't believe it.

Chen Jiangliu paused and said seriously: "This is the King of Inspiration. He has been executed. There will no longer be any need to pay tribute to boys and girls."

The old men of the Chen family looked at the huge skeleton of the white-bone fish, their faces filled with fear and doubt, "Is this dead fish really the King of Inspiration? Is he a monster?"

"Yeah, demon!"

After hearing the news, the villagers of Chenjia Village came over holding torches. They looked at the fish bones on the ground and couldn't believe it.

Master Chen Jiangliu and his disciples took great time to explain that this fish demon pretended to be a god in order to defraud people and eat boys and girls.

"Son, you were actually eaten by this fish monster?"

"My grandson."

"A monster that will be cut to pieces by a thousand cuts!"

For a moment, all the villagers were angry. They picked up farm tools and threw rocks at the fish bones to relieve their hatred.

In a blink of an eye, two days passed.

The Tongtian River still looks like rolling waves, but other than that, there is nothing unusual.

Two days had passed since the time for the priest, and the King of Inspiration had not appeared. Only then did the villagers truly believe that the King of Inspiration had been beaten to death by the elders.

The news spread to ten and hundreds of people, and all the people near Tongtian River knew about it, and they all rushed to Chenjia Village.

At the entrance of Chenjia Village, a fish-bone frame was hung high, allowing the people who came to whip it and take revenge.

Countless people cried bitterly because this fish monster ate their own children.

Death is not a pity, death is not a pity!

And at this time.

Above the clouds, the three Bodhisattvas Avalokitesvara, Manjusri, and Samantabhadra came to take turns with the Medicine Master and Maitreya.

Medicine Master, Maitreya nodded slowly and turned into golden light and disappeared.

Guanyin and the three quasi-sage Bodhisattvas began to follow Jin Chanzi.

Guanyin looked down and saw the fish bone skeleton hanging at the entrance of Chenjia Village. She couldn't help but look stunned, it looked familiar.

The next moment, Guanyin Bodhisattva's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he was furious, "Has your inspiration been eaten by a golden cicada?"

The anger in Guanyin's heart could not be suppressed, and she showed her body shape, "Golden Chanzi!"

There were countless people at the entrance of Chenjia Village. Seeing the Buddha's light on the clouds, they all knelt down respectfully and saluted: "Gods, pay homage to the gods."

Chen Jiangliu wore neat monk robes, picked his teeth and led several disciples out slowly, "Oh, it turns out it's Guanyin Bodhisattva. The poor monk pays homage to the great merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. I wonder why the Bodhisattva is here?"

"Jin Chanzi!" Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at Jin Chanzi's unconcerned look and couldn't help but gritted his teeth.

"The poor monk is here." Jin Chanzi said with a smile.

"How can you kill inspiration!" Guanyin Bodhisattva asked loudly.

"Isn't he just a monster? He is causing harm to the people and eating children. Is there anything wrong with a poor monk killing him?" Chen Jiangliu asked deliberately.

Guanyin Bodhisattva was immediately choked by Chen Jiangliu's rhetorical question, "You only saw him eating people, how come you didn't see him giving sweet rain, falling into the clouds, and bringing blessings thousands of miles away?"

"joke!"

"Without it, wouldn't there be rainfall from the Rain Department in Heaven? Wouldn't there be no tribes from the four seas that can move clouds and spread rain, blessing the three realms?"

"But if you show off your supernatural powers to deceive the ignorant people, do you dare to say that you will be blessed?"

"The poor monk has a question: Guanyin Bodhisattva's Dharma practice has gone into the dog's belly?"

"How about this? The poor monk and his disciples smashed your Luojia Mountain in Nanhai, toppled the purple bamboo forest, and then repaired it for you. This way it never happened, okay?"

Chen Jiangliu asked questions one after another. The face of Guanyin Bodhisattva on the clouds was extremely dark. This golden cicada was good at eloquence. He was really no match for him!

"The inspiration came from my goldfish in the lotus pond who attained enlightenment. He went out of the mountain to play for a while. I also want to let him test you here. How can you directly kill him?"

"Why not give him a chance? Buddhism says that you should put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..."

After listening to Guanyin's words, Chen Jiangliu immediately showed fear on his face and said in a voiceless voice: "What? The inspiration monster is actually the pet of Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

"Bodhisattva, why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier that it was Bodhisattva's pet, the poor monk would never have dared to kill him."

"Hey, this King of Inspiration has a very strong backbone. He never said he was the Bodhisattva's pet before he was beaten to death."

"It's strange that the poor monk didn't pay attention for a moment. It was too hard for the disciples to eat and sleep with the master, so they just wanted to have a good meal. Alas." Chen Jiangliu sighed deeply and said apologetically.

On the side, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and Little White Dragon were whistling without changing their expressions, but in their hearts they were shouting, "You are worthy of being a master. When it comes to lying, it's flawless."

Before the death of the Inspiration King, he begged and begged that he was a subordinate of the Bodhisattva. Chen Jiangliu beat him to death without changing his expression!

Chen Jiangliu's voice was so loud just now that the faces of the surrounding villagers changed and they showed anger, "What? That King of Inspiration is actually the pet of Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

"Is it possible that the great inspiration king was sent by Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

All the human beings who were kneeling on the ground stood up, and an old man slowly stepped forward and asked loudly toward the clouds: "The Great Merciful and Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, that King of Inspiration is the Bodhisattva's pet, and has been causing harm to the Tongtian River for several years.

, why doesn’t Bodhisattva come and discipline me?”

Guanyin listened to the questions from the humans below, her face was dull and she said nothing.

The old man's voice became louder and he continued to ask: "Could it be that the inspiration king followed the order of the Bodhisattva?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva remained silent, looking at Chen Jiangliu who was smiling below, his heart was filled with anger, "Jinchanzi, you can take care of yourself!"

"Okay, take care of yourself."

After Guanyin finished speaking, she turned and left.

This action of Guanyin Bodhisattva undoubtedly confirmed that the King of Inspiration was a Buddhist. Countless human people below him were angry. They returned home and smashed all the Buddha statues and toppled all nearby Buddhist temples.

Some monks tried to defend themselves, but were beaten violently by the villagers.

The villagers no longer believed in Buddhism. They were extremely disgusted and disgusted, but they had great respect for Chen Jiangliu and the others. "Elder, you are a good monk. They are all bad people and monsters. We will never believe in Buddhism again. We must

I only believe in you!"

Chen Jiangliu stared at the simple villagers in front of him and shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Chen Jiangliu was very confused in his heart, really confused, why has Buddhism become what it is now?

Chen Jiangliu has been in Buddhism since he can remember. The friendship between senior brothers and junior fellow apprentices and the care of the abbot are very beautiful...

Chen Jiangliu has special emotions and a sense of belonging to Buddhism.

Now, this sense of belonging is being exhausted.

The people, they are very simple and very grateful. They will be kind to whoever is kind to them.

Buddhism wants to take root in the human race, spread its faith, and seek benefits for the human race in a down-to-earth manner. But why did the anti-Buddhist movement in the Wuji Kingdom happen?

Hundreds of millions of compatriots in Shituoling died tragically.

Tongtian River, hundreds of children were used as sacrifices and eaten by Buddhists?

"Amitabha, what cause you sow, what fruit you reap!" Chen Jiangliu saluted slowly towards everyone.

On the side, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and Xiao Bailong clearly felt the changes in the master's aura, "It seems that he has enlightened... Such a rich Buddha nature... The Buddha nature in the sky is not as rich as the Buddha nature in the teacher."

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Chen Jiangliu stayed in Chenjiacun for another two days, reciting sutras for the deceased children to be saved.

The people in the village respected Chen Jiangliu very much. When they learned that the eminent monk was not taboo on meat and vegetables, they slaughtered and cooked the few hens, pigs, and cattle in the village...

Chen Jiangliu's meal this time was very small. He only took a few bites and quickly put down the bowl.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and Xiao Bailong looked at the table full of wine and food. They wanted to feast, but when they saw the master stop hastily, they also stopped.

Chen Jiangliu smiled and said, "The poor monks and disciples are full. You can eat these meals."

"Senior Monk, please eat more."

"Really full."

In the end, the old man couldn't resist Chen Jiangliu, so he divided the table full of food and wine among the villagers.
To be continued...