Inside Jinshan Temple.

Wei Shuyu and Chen Guangrui met with Abbot Kongming.

Chen Guangrui and Abbot Kongming talked about Chen Jiangliu.

"Jiang Liu'er is the most outstanding disciple that this poor monk has ever seen. Although he is only six years old, given time, he will definitely become famous in Chang'an and the Tang Dynasty!"

"There have been nine outstanding monks in my Buddhist sect. They became famous at a young age and traveled westward as adults. Unfortunately..." Abbot Kongming showed a touch of sadness on his face.

At this time, there are eight hundred miles of quicksand river bottom.

A water monster was lying on the sand and sleeping, but it suddenly sneezed several times.

"It's weird, I can get sick too?" The water demon touched the nine human skull rosary hanging around his neck, turned over, and lay down on the sand to sleep in a more comfortable posture.

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Chen Guangrui was chatting with Abbot Kongming, while Wu Meiniang accompanied Yin Wenjiao to walk around the Jinshan Temple and enjoy the snow.

Wei Shuyu walked out of the Buddhist hall alone, and happened to see the little Tang Monk showing off wooden horses, rosary beads, and wooden fish with several novice monks of the same age.

Today's Tang Seng is a child after all, and it is a child's nature to love to play.

Wei Shuyu just watched quietly.

Not long after, Li Chunfeng slowly appeared behind Wei Shuyu, also looking at Chen Jiangliu.

"Chunfeng, what do you think?" Wei Shuyu asked aloud.

Li Chunfeng stared at Chen Jiangliu. After looking at him for a long time, he said: "He is full of light, the Brahma light of Buddhism. He has such a strong Buddha nature, which is rare in Chunfeng's life."

"If it grows up, I'm afraid no one in our Taoist sect can rival it!"

"Haha, it's him after all!"

Wei Shuyu and Li Chunfeng were walking in Jinshan Temple, admiring the snowflakes in the sky. After passing the pavilion, the lake surface was frozen and the snow was quite deep.

The two of them sat quietly in the pavilion, brought in a coal stove, heated water, made tea, and enjoyed the snow.

"People say that Buddhism is a peaceful place, but I don't know that I always feel a little uncomfortable in my heart."

"The main hall is magnificent and magnificent, and the Buddhist statues are all made of gold. It is a majestic temple, but I only saw the blood of countless human beings under the golden body..." Wei Shuyu said slowly.

Li Chunfeng fell silent.

The snow is still falling, the tea has been boiled in the pavilion, making a gurgling sound, and the world seems so silent at this moment.

"They like to play this trick. Whatever they suffer in this life will be rewarded in the next life."

"But those people who have passed through the underworld and reached the netherworld still need to be judged after death. After drinking Meng Po soup, they forget all the sufferings in this life and continue to be cows and horses in the next life!"

"What about Taoism? What does Taoism say?" Wei Shuyu looked at Li Chunfeng.

"Human teachings emphasize that once a golden elixir is swallowed into the stomach, my destiny is determined by me and not by God. This is the golden elixir avenue he created for the human race."

"Elucidation of teachings focuses on clarifying principles, explaining rules and changes, and educating all living beings."

"Jie Jiao, the word "Jie" is its essence, intercepting a glimmer of life for all things in the world!"

Li Chunfeng's answer was more objective. Whether it was the golden elixir path, clarifying the truth, or intercepting a glimmer of hope, he had cultivated many talents for the human race.

"The three Taoist religions are all the same as Tao. Practice in this life and cultivate yourself!"

Wei Shuyu listened to Li Chunfeng's relatively objective answer and nodded in agreement.

"As Heaven moves forward, the human race will continue to strive for self-improvement!"

"Man can conquer heaven!"

"It is better to seek help from others than to seek yourself. This is what I firmly believe!"

Li Chunfeng listened to Wei Shuyu's words and nodded in agreement, "However, there are too many foreign things. If the three ancestors of our race, the three emperors and the five emperors are all here, how can our race be like this?"

"Imprisoning the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors is just to better seize the luck of the human race."

"They don't want to see that the human race has its own beliefs and strength, and they want the human race to rely on them..."

"What's the matter between the young master and Jie Jiao?" Li Chunfeng asked slowly.

"I don't hesitate to say that I appreciate it. Well...compared to other religions, at least it's more genuine."

"He helps my human race, and I help Jiejiao. We complement each other and make each other perfect."

The sky gradually darkened, but the snow became heavier and heavier, showing no signs of stopping.

The snow outside is already three feet deep, making it difficult for carriages and horses to move. There is no way we can go back today.

Abbot Kongming prepared two guest rooms for Chen Guangrui, Yin Wenjiao, Wei Shuyu and Wu Meiniang to stay for one night.

Buddhist temples have always had no rules about staying overnight for pilgrims, but who made Chen Guangrui his father and Wei Shuyu his uncle?

At night, when the snow gradually decreased, Wei Shuyu hugged Wu Meiniang's slender and graceful body and fell asleep early.

On a dark and windy night, a black mosquito silently shuttled through Jinshan Temple.

The mosquito Taoist used his natal magical power, tore apart the void, turned into a plume of black smoke, and rushed into the monk's room.

Taoist Mosquito was suspended in mid-air, looking at the five or six-year-old Chen Jiangliu, and the inheritance from the depths of his bloodline continued to emerge.

I saw Taoist Mosquito slowly revealing his true form, with mysterious Taoist patterns engraved on the six wings on his back, overflowing with light.

A drop of dark-colored blood brewed from the six wings behind the mosquito Taoist.

There are beads of sweat on the forehead of the mosquito Taoist. He has devoured so many heavenly materials and earthly treasures over the years, and only this drop of essence and blood has consumed half of them!

"Hongmeng's blood serves as a guide, mutually reinforcing each other, and awakening the true soul in the deepest part of your bloodline!"

"Wake up, my little cutie!" Taoist Mosquito pursed his lips and smiled.

I saw this drop of faint blood blending into Chen Jiangliu's eyebrows, and then Chen Jiangliu's entire body glowed with gleaming light.

Seeing this, Taoist Mosquito immediately turned into a plume of black smoke and broke into Jiang Liuer's sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness of Jiangliu'er, there is a towering Bodhi tree, with Sanskrit sounds bursting out and a strange fragrance assailing his nostrils.

And on the thick branch of Bodhi, there is a golden cicada with six wings on its back perched.

However, the body of this golden cicada has shriveled up, and the lines on the six wings on its back have become extremely blurry.

"Six-winged golden cicada, it's time to wake up." The mosquito Taoist appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness of Jiangliu and the six-winged black mosquito's true form also flew to the tree branch.

The dark blood droplets melted into the shriveled body of the golden cicada. It was visible to the naked eye that the shriveled body of the golden cicada became plump, and the fuzzy lines on the six wings on its back began to become clear.

The six-winged black mosquito and the six-winged golden cicada have similar origins to a certain extent!

This move by Taoist Mosquito is equivalent to injecting part of his own essence into the six-winged golden cicada.

The golden cicada's body continued to fill up, and its dead wings moved slightly.

Buzz! Buzz!

The six-winged golden cicada began to flap its wings and flew away from the bodhi tree branch.

The six-winged golden cicada slowly opened his eyes, his expression was a little tired, and his voice was extremely weak, "I...how long have you been sleeping?"

"I don't know." Taoist Mosquito answered simply.

"I didn't expect...it was you who woke me up?"

"I'm thinking too much. When you wake up, I'll figure it out and run away." Seeing the six-winged golden cicada's true spirit awakening, Mosquito Taoist didn't stay much, turned into a wisp of black smoke, and left quietly.

The six-winged golden cicada flew to the center of the sea of ​​consciousness and began to cultivate its own origin, competing with the Bodhi tree for vitality and nutrients.

"Damn old bald donkey, you have consumed all my essence!" The six-winged golden cicada cursed in her heart while recovering.

learn from mistakes.

Facing the saint, the six-winged golden cicada decided to be patient, "I am Chen Jiangliu, and Chen Jiangliu is me!"


Chapter completed!