At a certain moment, a silvery glow suddenly appeared on the horizon, like a shooting star streaking across the sky. Suddenly, the light gently embraced the embrace of the mountain and disappeared without a trace.
At the foot of the mountain, the five gods of enlightenment stood as still as pine trees, making subtle eye contact with each other and coughing a few times, as if they were hiding some unspoken secret.
Then, they turned around in unison, with steady and tacit steps, and continued to patrol the distance along the established trajectory, as if the vision they had just glimpsed had never left the slightest trace in their eyes.
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At the foot of the mountain, Sun Wukong's figure was trapped by huge rocks. For five hundred years, most of his body was imprisoned by the mountains. Only one hand stuck out tenaciously. When he was bored, he fiddled with the dust at his feet, as if he was talking to this person.
The lonely time is a silent struggle.
His eyes glanced at the peach tree on the side from time to time, his eyes shining with expectation.
Whenever the spring breeze blows and the peach blossoms bloom, he imagines that the peaches will become plumper and one day he will be able to reach them.
Recalling the last time he tasted the peach, it seemed like a touch of sweetness from the past. The size, sweetness and juiciness of the peach still made him have endless aftertaste. There is no peach better than this in his life!
"Tap tap tap..." A faint but clear sound of footsteps quietly broke the tranquility around him. Sun Wukong's heart jumped suddenly, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.
He remembered that Guanyin Bodhisattva had promised that as long as he was willing to escort a monk named Tang Monk to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, he could regain his freedom, and he would also be expected to achieve true enlightenment, become a member of the Buddhist sect, and no longer be a rootless wanderer.
From now on, he will also be a well-organized monkey!
These five hundred years of imprisonment have allowed him to fully understand the harshness of the world and the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and he has completely figured it out and thought about it.
He understood that in order to gain a foothold in this complicated world, in addition to his own strength, he also needed the support of a strong background and deep power. At the same time, he also learned to observe words and emotions, and understood what self-knowledge is and who is.
Don't mess with it easily.
At this moment, his heart was filled with the desire for freedom and the longing for the future.
Just waiting for the owner of the footsteps to bring him an opportunity for liberation, so that he, the unruly monkey in the past, can also walk on the right path and achieve extraordinary achievements under the light of Buddhism.
He wants to make progress too much now!
When Sun Wukong took a closer look at the person, he turned out to be Erlang Shen Yang Jian. He involuntarily curled his lips and turned away pretending to be displeased.
Yang Jian held a folding fan and swayed gently, with a playful smile on his lips: "Hey, the great sage doesn't welcome me?"
When Sun Wukong heard this, he quickly changed his expression and said with a smile: "Haha, where is it? The true king is riding high, and the plum blossoms are shining. Naturally, it is a warm welcome!"
Although he was saying nice words, he secretly complained in his heart that this guy always liked to bring that greedy cat to show off his delicious food, so that he, the greedy monkey, could only watch helplessly.
Is this still a human being?
Of course, although these are a bit envious and jealous, at least they provide more fun for bickering, which is better than sighing to the moon alone.
What's more, according to the land father-in-law in this mountain, Yang Jian is now a famous judicial god. Within the three realms, no matter how big or small the gods are, they all need him to judge once they violate the laws of heaven.
If I really enter Buddhism in the future, I might have to rely on him for some thinness if I make a mistake.
Seeing this, Yang Jian's smile was still as warm as ever. He waved his sleeves gently, and Sun Wukong's eyes were instantly filled with all kinds of delicacies, fine wines, and within reach. There were also several graceful female monkey maids standing by respectfully.
"Meow~" There is something delicious. The little yellow cat appears in time and starts to eat it, for fear of starving to death in the next second.
Sun Wukong looked at this sudden feast and was a little stunned for a moment. "This..." Before he could finish his words, Yang Jian had already raised his glass to invite him: "Great Sage, I am here to celebrate your birthday today. I wish you good luck every year.
, carefree and at ease.”
When Sun Wukong heard the words, a warm current surged in his heart. He was surprised and moved a little more. His eyes were red and tears were shining, but in the end he held back his tears and choked up: "Yang Jian, thank you very much."
Then, he raised his head boldly and allowed the female monkey maid to pour the wine into his throat. Perhaps he had not tasted wine for a long time, so he looked a little unfamiliar. The wine flowed down the corners of his mouth, fell from his eyes, and stained his clothes, but he also added a little.
Divide into unruly and free and easy.
"Meow~" The little yellow cat also joined the feast. He imitated Sun Wukong and drank heavily from the bowl. However, he was too young and his whole body was not as big as the bowl. He drank as much as he could.
It fell into the bowl and started to bubble.
Yang Jian was finally fished out. His whole body was wet, his little paws were stretched out, his cute, helpless and confused look made everyone and the monkey laugh.
"A thousand cups of wine are too little to meet a close friend. Today we will never get drunk and never return!" Sun Wukong shouted with great pride, as if he wanted to turn the five hundred years of frustration and loneliness into a cup of wine and drink it all in one gulp.
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The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched. The wine he drank was not your wine, right? But it's not a big problem. Anyway, the wine was taken from the warehouse in Guanjiangkou, and Manager Chen was responsible for it.
If there is no more, he will make up for it.
Admiring secretly in his heart, Yang Jian couldn't help but think of Mr. Chen, who was really effective at doing things and made him worry a lot.
Le Ye's appetite is amazing, and I thought it would be a big burden. Unexpectedly, Manager Chen has never worried about it. He can arrange it properly every time, which shows his strong ability. I chose him as the manager.
What a smart move.
"Come on, keep drinking!"
The night is getting darker, the sun has set, the bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are like gems inlaid on the black sky, reflecting each other, adding a bit of fantasy and romance to this banquet.
We raised our glasses and drank together, the laughter and laughter continued, as if even time had slowed down at this moment, enjoying this rare time of togetherness.
One person, one cat and one monkey sat around and talked about wild topics, ranging from spiritual practice to anecdotes about the three realms. The atmosphere was warm and cheerful. The little yellow cat vividly told the embarrassing stories of the gods, which made everyone laugh.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He talked about Li Jing. Because the pagoda occasionally malfunctioned, he was often "taken care of" by unknown people at night. When he woke up, he always looked embarrassed with panda eyes.
It makes people laugh and cry.
He also talked about the Dragon King of the East China Sea. He used to be majestic, but now he can only greet Nezha with a smile. You can imagine the frustration in his heart. Things have really changed.
The matter of Marshal Tianpeng is even more embarrassing. Just an unintentional teasing remark was punished so heavily. Even Fairy Chang'e herself was confused. I don't know why. The twists and turns are so bizarre that people can't help but lament the rules of heaven.
Rigorous and complex.
There is also the Taishang Laojun of Tushita Palace. He often curses in the thirty-third heaven in anger, saying that another thief stole his elixir. Once, he even overturned the alchemy furnace in anger.
Finally, the elixir fire fell from the thirty-third heaven to the ground, forming a mountain of flames that stretched for eight hundred miles. Fortunately, the Judiciary Temple responded quickly and moved all the creatures there as soon as possible.
Because of this, Yang Jian, as the god of justice, enforces the law impartially. After reporting to the Queen Mother, he severely punished Laojun by confinement for seven days!
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In the dead of night, Yang Jian stood up, clasped his fists and said goodbye to Sun Wukong: "Great Sage, time flies and you are about to regain your freedom. If you have leisure in the future, you might as well come to Guanjiangkou as a guest, and we can have a drink and talk."
After saying that, he gently picked up the little yellow cat who had fallen into a deep sleep, turned around and left directly.
Since taking charge of the Justice God, what Yang Jian has seen and heard has given him a deeper understanding of the seemingly glamorous Three Realms. Undercurrents are surging, and nastiness is constant. These unknown secrets are like dust, gradually clouding his mind.
soul.
But whenever he comes here and talks with innocent people like Sun Wukong, he can always find a little solace, as if he can temporarily forget those troubles and let his mind relax for a moment.
Looking at the direction in which Yang Jian left, Sun Wukong felt mixed emotions in his heart.
Back then, he had so many good friends and brothers, including many with great supernatural powers, but so far the only one who came to visit him was a stranger like Yang Jian.
e=(′o｀*))) Alas!
The night is still deep; the dream has quietly set sail.
Hope tomorrow will be better!
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During the prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty, in the remote and mysterious borderland of the Two Realms Mountains, the peaks stood like a wall in the sky, endless, and there were countless beasts and monsters hidden among the clouds and mist.
However, on this dangerous mountain road, there was a monk walking leisurely.
This monk has a delicate face, and his brows reveal endless compassion and wisdom. He is dressed in a red cassock as bright as fire. The color is pure and unstained by dust, just like the most splendid glow in the morning light.
He was holding a Zen staff with intricate carvings, which was gorgeous and elegant. Every time he took a step, the Zen staff touched the ground lightly, leaving a deep mark instantly, showing extraordinary power.
Obviously, it was this profound attainment of Buddhism that became his solid support for moving forward on this dangerous mountain road.
With a "swish" sound, silver light cut through the sky, and Yang Jian's elegant figure appeared in front of the monk instantly, like a breeze blowing on his face.
He held a folding fan as dark as night and swayed gently, showing his extraordinary and majestic appearance. On his shoulder, a little yellow cat was leisurely nibbling on fresh lotus roots, looking very naive.
Seeing this, the monk quickly clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, poor monk, please be polite. I wonder what the benefactor is doing when he suddenly appears?" His voice was calm and full of respect.
Yang Jian didn't say anything, but squinted his eyes slightly. The eyes between his brows slowly opened, and a mysterious light instantly enveloped the monk's body, as if he could see into the essence of everything in the world.
After a while, he withdrew his Heavenly Eye, his expression became complex and profound, and he had a myriad of thoughts.
This golden cicada saved him from danger twice in his previous life, and he was deeply gracious. Then he was reincarnated and embarked on the road to the west to obtain the true scriptures. He happened to meet him again and escorted him all the way. How much is hidden in this
Unknown secrets and coincidences?
Thinking of Tathagata Buddha's former identity as a disciple of Taoism and the puzzling distinction between Mahayana Buddhism and Hinayana Buddhism, Yang Jian became even more suspicious.
All of this seems to indicate some kind of grander layout and calculation.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian's gaze became deeper. He raised his head, as if he could penetrate the barriers of time and space and look directly at the truth hidden behind the heavy fog.
After a moment of silence, without waiting for a response, the monk Tang Sanzang once again showed his humility and courtesy. He gently bent down and said in a more respectful manner:
"Your Excellency has extraordinary temperament and immortal spirit. Could it be that he is the immortal god from heaven who has come to the mortal world? This poor monk really has no eyes to see Mount Tai. He is disrespectful and disrespectful! The poor monk's Buddhist name is Sanzang. He came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty and shouldered the responsibility of
On my important mission to go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, I am passing through your land today and I beg the immortal to grant me the convenience of passage.
If the Immortal Elder has any need, when the poor monk comes back from studying for scriptures, he will report it to the King of Tang Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty. Whether it is gold, silver, treasures, or official positions, he can do his best to raise it to express his gratitude."
After saying this, Tang Sanzang seemed to have remembered something secret. He looked around, and after confirming that no one was paying attention, he quietly approached Yang Jian, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously:
"Oh, Immortal Chief, this poor monk has a secret here. I only want to share it with the Immortal Chief. I hope the Immortal Chief can keep it secret.
Master Guanyin once told the poor monk privately that I have gone through nine reincarnations, and this trip to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures is precisely to complete my merits and achieve true enlightenment. What is even more strange is that it is rumored that eating my flesh can lead to immortality. This is actually true.
Unbelievable.”
As soon as these words came out, not only Yang Jian and Xiao Huangmao were stunned for a moment, but there was also a subtle embarrassment and shock in the air.
After being stunned for a moment, Yang Jian finally couldn't help but speak, with a hint of helplessness and curiosity in his tone: "Master Tang Sanzang, how many people have you told such an amazing secret?"
When Tang Sanzang heard this, a sly smile flashed across his face, he scratched his head and chuckled, but did not answer directly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yang Jian stared at Tang Sanzang's half-smiling face, and the memory fragments surging in his heart flooded him like a tide - that was the future he had glimpsed
The scene shows that Tang Sanzang's journey to the west was difficult and dangerous, surrounded by monsters, but in the end he was accompanied by the tragic death of countless monsters.
In a daze, he seemed to have understood some kind of truth, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"That's it!" He sighed secretly, and then understood the deep meaning behind it.
Isn't the widely circulated saying "Eating Tang Monk's meat can lead to immortality" the most direct temptation to practitioners and a profound test of the true meaning of Buddhism?
Practitioners all over the world, whether immortal or mortal, are all pursuing the path to immortality. However, this seemingly easy shortcut actually hides mysteries and leads people into an endless whirlpool of desire.
Everything in the world has its price. Those things that seem easy to obtain often bear the heaviest price. Jin Chanzi, this is once again using extraordinary means to get involved in the situation, allowing the world to face the greed, anger and ignorance in their hearts
read.
And after seeing the subsequent results, Yang Jian knew it very well.
Jin Chanzi won this round!
After thinking clearly, he waved his sleeves gently, and saw a bright golden line appearing out of thin air in front of the road, with clearly visible guidance arrows inlaid on it, as if it was the natural guidance of heaven, leading the road ahead.
"Tang Monk, the road ahead is long and full of thorns. But don't worry, follow the guidance of this golden arrow, and you will meet your apprentice. He has the power to reach heaven and earth, and he will definitely protect you and help you travel west smoothly."
After saying that, he stretched out his figure and turned into a stream of light, disappearing into the sky in an instant, leaving only the words "Goodbye" that echoed in the valley for a long time.
Tang Monk scratched his head, a little confused, but he still followed the arrow obediently.
As the saying goes, if you don't listen to the words of the gods, you will suffer the consequences. He doesn't want to suffer the consequences if he has nothing to do.
Although some people say that suffering a loss is a blessing, it is actually comforting.
