Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-One: Ask the Lotus Sect Arhat Shiseng to be listed on my list of gods
In the Fahua Temple in the southern city of Mayi, the great monk Yanyan was sitting in the main hall. There was a tiger lying on the ground in front of him, staring at him with two copper bell-like eyes, and saying something in his mouth.
A low whine.
"Idiot, you have committed sins in your previous life, so you will have such a disaster in this life..."
As he spoke, Monk Sengyan waved to the tiger with a look of compassion on his face.
"Come forward, the old monk will help you out of trouble."
After hearing what Monk Monk Yan said, the tiger on the ground seemed to understand, but seemed a little unbelievable. It tentatively stretched its head towards Monk Monk Yan's position and roared.
"Woooo..."
"Don't worry, come forward!"
Seng Yan still stretched out his hand toward the tiger with a kind face and waved gently.
"Come forward..."
In his words, the tiger seemed to have lost all its wildness. It lowered its head and slowly walked up, rubbed its big head against Monk Yanyan's waist, and roared again.
"Woooo..."
"pitiful!"
Monk Yan Yan had a look of compassion on his face. He slowly stroked the tiger's head with his hand and muttered in a low voice.
"If you ask about the cause of the past life, this is what you receive in this life. If you ask about the consequences in the future, this is what you do in this life. It turns out that you did evil in the previous life and did not cultivate your tongue in this life. Being a tiger is a punishment from heaven. But the old monk cannot bear to see you entangled in the animal world.
Therefore, I am pulling you out of the sea of suffering. From now on, you must respect me, the ascetic, and perform good deeds. Otherwise, next time the divine punishment comes again, I am afraid that even the old monk will not be able to save you..."
The tiger seemed to understand what he said, and nodded repeatedly, as if to indicate that he would definitely change his evil ways and become good.
The next moment, I saw a flash of golden light in Monk Yan Yan's hand, and with a pop, a large hole opened directly on the top of the tiger's head, and a human head with a woman's hair in a bun protruded from the tiger's head, with a mouthful of
Said in a repeated voice.
"Thank you, Master, for your mercy! Thank you, Master, for your mercy!"
"No need to be so polite..."
Monk Yan and Baoxiang nodded solemnly, and stroked his golden hand from the tiger's head all the way down its back. As his hand stroked, the tiger's skin under his palm seemed to be cut with a knife.
The skin burst open, and the snow-white female body was looming in the tiger skin.
Whoosh!
Monk Yan Yan seemed to have been prepared. When one hand was touching down the tigress's back, the other hand had already grabbed a monk's robe that had been prepared nearby and covered the tigress with it.
on the body.
When his hand almost touched the tiger's tail, Monk Yanyan withdrew his hand and clasped his hands together.
"Namo Amitabha! Female donor, come out!"
"yes!"
This woman, who had just emerged from the tiger's skin, put on monk's robes, with an excited face, and her hands rubbing up and down her body, as if she was completely in disbelief.
"Slave, slave finally changed back, thank you master..."
Before she finished speaking, her face stiffened.
"Master, it seems that there are still some tiger skins that have not fallen off. Look..."
"Donoress, please be patient!"
Monk Seng Yan clasped his hands together and said calmly.
"Although you yourself know that you were turned into a tiger because of the sins committed in your previous life, and the old monk also knows it, your family may not know that the reason why the old monk kept it is not only to avoid suspicion, but also to leave it for you, the female donor.
I need to provide some evidence to prevent the female donor and your family from thinking that you have done something immoral..."
"Oh I got it……"
After hearing what Monk Sengyan said, the woman suddenly understood and knelt down again to pay homage to Monk Sengyan.
"Thank you, Master!"
Monk Yan Yan was sitting in the main hall. After receiving the woman's bow calmly, he waved his hand.
"Since you, female donor, have recovered, leave early and go home. Remember, from now on, you must respect me, the ascetic, and perform good deeds, and don't make any mistakes."
As he said this, Monk Yanyan turned his head and looked at a novice monk standing in front of the temple door.
"Jingming, you are responsible for sending this female benefactor back and proving it to her family. If the female benefactor's family doesn't believe it, you can invite them to my Fahua Temple and the old monk can personally prove it."
"Thank you, Master!"
The woman nodded repeatedly, then stood up with a lot of thanks, and left with the little novice monk.
After she left the main hall, Monk Yan Yan raised his hand to grab the tiger skin on the ground and threw it to another monk next to him.
"Put it into the secret vault..."
"yes!"
The monk agreed, hugged the tiger skin clothes and left.
"Namo Amitabha!"
Monk Sengyan recited a Buddhist name, then turned to look at a middle-aged monk standing next to him.
"So, are there still tigers transformed by people who don't believe in the Three Treasures in the mountains and forests near Mayi?"
"There are no such tigers near our Lian Sect anymore, but it's hard to say near the temples of other sects."
The middle-aged monk put his hands together and answered seriously.
"After all, this kind of retribution saves worry and effort, and the results are immediate, so everyone uses it a lot..."
"It's enough that it's not close to our Lotus Sect..."
Monk Yan Yan nodded slowly and took a long breath.
"The old monk saw that Princess Pingyang's head was filled with purple energy soaring into the sky. It was inevitable that Li Tang would conquer the world. We, the Lian Sect, are no better than other Buddhist sects in the north. We cannot antagonize the Taishi Bureau because of these things."
"That Taoist priest Qingwei is also hateful!"
The middle-aged monk said angrily.
"If we don't have some spiritual saints in Buddhism, how can these frontier fools believe in the Three Jewels? What does this matter have to do with him as a Taoist priest..."
"Shut up!"
Monk Seng Yan glanced coldly at the middle-aged monk.
"Seeing the Tathagata through sound and form is originally an expedient measure. The old monk has long said that our Lotus Sect has its own method of expediency and does not need to act like other Buddhist sects, but... alas!"
Monk Seng Yan clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and recited a Buddha's name.
"It's a pity that the Lian Sect's legal tribulation during the Sui Dynasty caused our sect to suffer severe injuries. Otherwise, why would we use this..."
Before Monk Yan Yan could finish what he said, a gust of cold wind blew by, and several black figures suddenly appeared in front of the main hall carrying a rope bed, bowing towards the main hall and saluting.
"Master Monk Yanyan, my ghost king invites you to meet with us!"
"Your ghost king?"
After seeing these dark figures appear, Monk Seng Yan's two snow-white eyebrows couldn't help but frown.
"Didn't the old monk send someone to tell your ghost king that the Taishi Bureau here is going to re-establish the Xuan Altar, and a real Taoist sect is haunting Mayi. If he continues to stay here, he will be killed, and he must go far away to the grassland to escape.
,He hasn’t left yet?”
"There is nothing my king can do..."
The black figure who spoke bowed slightly to Monk Seng Yan outside and spoke in a humble tone.
"The netherlands of the grassland are also places with owners. In addition, my king cannot replenish the netherworld after leaving the netherworld, which consumes a lot of money. He has to travel a long way back. There may be unexpected disasters due to the decline and the increase. Therefore,
He specially asked us to ask you, the great monk, to see if there is any other way."
"Namo Amitabha!"
Monk Sengyan recited a Buddhist name and then stood up.
"It's the old monk who didn't think well. Let's do this. I have a Dharma-protecting Golden Light Mantra in my Buddhist sect. The old monk is willing to bless you to avoid your losses. But you should leave when you should. Otherwise, when disaster strikes, don't say anything.
The old monk has no compassion."
"Yes Yes!"
Several dark figures outside agreed, then took a step back and set up the rope bed.
"Master, please take a seat, we are going to set off now!"
"good!"
Monk Yan Yan agreed, then turned to the middle-aged monk and said.
"Old monk, go to the Ice Cave. You can take inventory again in the temple. Don't make any omissions."
"yes!"
The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and agreed.
After the explanation, Monk Yan Yan stepped out of the hall and sat on the rope bed. Several black figures whistled, and each of them picked up the rope bed. With a gust of wind, the shadows and the rope bed floated up and went straight to
Go southwest.
Monk Yan Yan was sitting on the rope bed with his eyes closed, muttering the Lotus Sutra in his mouth. He felt the wind whistling in his ears. After a while, he arrived at the dark side of Guanjuan Mountain from Mayi City.
In front of the ice cave, several dark figures put down their rope beds and bowed to Monk Seng Yan.
"Master, please come in!"
"Thank you!"
Monk Sengyan nodded politely to these black figures, then took the rosary in his hand and walked towards the ice cave.
After a while of turning left and right, Monk Yan Yan arrived at the Yindi in the center of the ice cave. However, when he saw the Yindi for the first time, his eyebrows immediately trembled, and then without hesitation
He turned around and planned to leave.
"Master Monk Yanyan..."
A voice that Seng Yan didn't want to hear sounded from behind him.
"You've already come, why bother leaving in such a hurry?"
After hearing this voice, Monk Sengyan stopped with a look of helplessness, turned around and looked into the depths of the underworld, and gave a bitter smile.
"Old monk Shi Sengyan has met Zhenren Qingwei!"
The next moment, Kong Qing, dressed in white, stepped out from the depths of the underworld and bowed calmly to Monk Seng Yan with a look of regret on his face.
"Great monk, you shouldn't have come!"
"There is no way, life will inevitably be dominated by greed..."
After seeing Kong Qing appear, Monk Sengyan seemed to understand something, clasped his hands together and spoke frankly.
"For me as a Buddhist, it is a shortcut to transcend the soul and escape from the sea of suffering. Even an old monk will inevitably ask for something, which will make you laugh, Master Qingwei."
"Actually, it's not that funny. After all, great monk, although you colluded with the Ghost King and allowed him to harm Mayi, you have never harmed a living soul yourself.
And as long as this underworld continues to exist, the gathering of ghosts is inevitable. From this point of view, you, who have saved many souls, are not a heinous person. Even if I, the real Qingxia of the Taishi Bureau, are here
, maybe they will let you go."
Kong Qing slowly walked towards Monk Seng Yan.
"But it's a pity that I don't have sand in my eyes. I can't understand things that others can get used to..."
Following the words, Monk Seng Yan saw a golden list rising slowly from behind Kong Qing.
"Today, if you are a humble person, I would like to ask the Lotus Sect Luohan Shi Sengyan to go on my list of gods!"