Starting from Detective Li Yuanfang Chapter 1,242: The mount accidentally goes out and becomes a monster, so that people can know that this is the world of Journey to the West
Chapter 1,242: The mount accidentally goes out and becomes a monster, so that people can know that this is the world of Journey to the West
The Nine Temples of the Capital and Daxinglong Temple.
The temple here was once the residence of Yao Guangxiao, the "prime minister in black". Since Yao Guangxiao was a meritorious official, he was entitled to enjoy the Ancestral Temple, and his shadow hall was also enshrined in the temple.
However, the identity of monk Yao Guangxiao has been controversial after his death, which lasted for more than a hundred years. Various criticisms finally came to a "result" during the Jiajing period. Jiajing canceled Yao Guangxiao's access to the Ancestral Temple, and his portrait and tablet were moved
After arriving at Daxinglong Temple, within a few years, a fire broke out in the temple and most of the buildings were burned down. Jiajing took the opportunity to return the monks to secular life and changed the temple site into a martial arts hall. Historically, this Buddhist temple disappeared. But thousands of Buddhists were born here.
, Daxinglong Temple will naturally not receive such treatment, but will instead become one of the best royal temples in the capital.
In the early morning, the monks walked out of the side rooms, lined up silently, and walked towards the main hall.
Rows of futons were neatly placed on the floor of the main hall. The monks sat down, and a young novice monk quickly stepped forward, carrying morning tea and presenting scriptures.
Burning incense, cooking tea, practicing Zen, preaching, and cooking tea can be listed among them because since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, monks have long been accustomed to drinking tea, especially morning tea, which can refresh the mind and facilitate understanding of scriptures, so it is indispensable.
Therefore, the movements of the monks picking up the tea cups were very uniform, and the movements of the sudden spurts were also very uniform: "Pfft—what is this!!"
"Hahaha! It's your Grandpa Jiutou's holy water...
Along with laughter, a huge figure emerged from the clouds. Looking down, the spread wings could not cover the vast temple, but the eight heads that poked down looked ferocious and terrifying, and the huge eyes were full of pleasure.
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There were screams below, the little novice monk was urinating, and the monks were also running away in panic, without any certainty.
The old abbot rushed over after hearing the news, and looked up from a distance. His expression was not angry, but stunned. He had a sense of confusion that he had never seen such a scene before.
After looking at it for a long time, he finally confirmed that it was not an illusion and asked the people around him: "Is that a demon?"
A group of eminent monks wearing brocade cassocks looked at each other, unable to answer.
The old abbot asked again: "Why do demons dare to invade my Buddhist temple?"
All the eminent monks were puzzled and could only clasp their hands together and chant the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha!"
The old abbot trembled his beard and suddenly woke up from a dream: "Quick! Go and ask the Arhat to subdue the demon!"
The so-called Arhat is actually an honorific title for Buddhist cultivators. These monks who practice secret exercises can subdue dragons and tigers and suppress demons. Daxinglong Temple, as the face of Buddhism in the capital, can naturally contact them immediately.
However, a group of Buddhist cultivators rushed to the temple and looked at the huge figure in the air, and were also stunned.
Even after listening to what the monk who delivered the message said, they couldn't believe that those monsters who never forget to recite Buddha's name in the cave and always offer fast food would dare to do such a thing?
It’s the opposite… it’s the opposite!
"Bold evildoer, ignorant of the heights of heaven and earth
ah!"
Seeing the true master, the Nine-Headed Insect no longer held it back. The eight snake heads opened their huge mouths at the same time, and puffs of smoke spewed out from them. They were blasted head-on, each with their own style, forming a divine tabernacle.
The entire temple is enveloped in it.
If the Yamata-no-Orochi were here, it would look very familiar, because its eight snake heads can also be divided into eight styles, either fierce, domineering, vicious, or filthy, and they cooperate with each other to make it extremely difficult to deal with.
The Hydra has been fighting the Yamata no Orochi for hundreds of years, and has learned this skill. The body is still able to respond to the actual situation. Even if it is injured, the demonic power surges, and it can quickly return to its original state.
A group of Buddhist cultivators missed the opportunity and were stunned by the stick. They fought back hastily. The offensive that fell on the nine-headed insect was like mud flowing into the sea, without causing any waves. Their expressions suddenly changed drastically and they could no longer maintain it.
Gujing Mubo's mentality.
Of course, it was impossible for them to pray to the Buddha at this time to expel their seven emotions and six desires, because the nine-headed insects arose in a fight, and their huge bodies swooped down, knocking all the temples to their knees.
Amidst the smoke and dust, two figures stood quietly in the distance, watching the chaos. They were Li Yan and Xiaoqian.
Xiaoqian watched with great interest and was surprised: "I didn't expect these nine-headed insects to really cause such a big disturbance. Did those Arhat Bodhisattvas turn a blind eye?" Li Yan said: "I hope they will show up..."
Xiaoqian knew that if the Buddhist Arhat Bodhisattva showed up, there would be clues to the whereabouts of Xiaobailong, Bajie, Wusheng Old Mother and even the Tenth Palace Yama. She rolled her eyes and said, "Young Master, last night, asked the little turtle to guard the mount.
Child, accidentally fell asleep and was sneaked out by the Nine-Headed Insect, in order to lure the Bodhisattva to show up?"
Li Yandao: "There still have to be cutscenes."
Xiao Qian asked curiously: "But the master's cultivation level has already enabled him to make calculations with his fingertips and to know before and after. How could his mount be accidentally lost? Isn't it obviously intentional?"
Li Yan raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Xiaoqian didn't understand that this was a sense of ritual.
Only when the mount accidentally goes out and turns into a monster can people know that this is the world of Journey to the West.
When he took care of it, he allowed the Nine-Headed Insect to have a certain degree of freedom in doing other things except not to kill. However, when the critical moment came, he still came to take charge personally to prevent the monster from really going wild and hurting innocent people.
The Nine-Headed Insect could faintly feel the intimidation of its master's aura and did not dare to cause trouble. It used cloud energy to hide its body and specifically targeted the Daxinglong Temple. Otherwise, if the behemoth appeared above the capital and the nearby people saw it, the entire capital would be in chaos.
But even so, the Buddhist cultivators here are suffering terribly, and monasteries from all over the world will naturally come to support them.
I don't know when, a red curtain rose in the northern sky. When I got closer, I realized that it was actually a cassock flying from the sky. Many monks were standing on it. The leader of the old monk had a kind face and held a Zen staff.
calm.
The Nine-Headed Insect is very concerned about the movements in all directions. He still has fresh memories. During the fighting outside Bibo Lake, Erlang Shen suddenly led the Meishan brothers to join the war. They couldn't defeat them in the first place, but they came to fight in a group. Who can bear it?
Seeing the group of monks in cassocks arriving, the big demon also transformed into a human body with a bird's head. He held a spear and pointed it from a distance: "Everyone who comes has a name!" The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk is enlightened.
Why do you have such delusional thoughts and come to my temple to create right and wrong?"
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The nine-headed insect said coldly: "I am a demon. Isn't it natural to oppose monks like you?"
The old monk shook his head: "I, the creatures of Dongzhou, are not greedy and will not kill, nourish their energy and submerge their spirits. Although the monsters have little luck and live in the wilderness, they should respect heaven and worship the Buddha. What you are doing now must be deceived by thoughts of calamity, so you can recite this
My Buddha’s name eliminates thoughts of calamity!”
The Nine-Headed Insect sneered and said: "I have my own master, so why should I recite your Buddha's name? Let me see the real chapter!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the big demon hovering around the cassock launched an attack. Its huge figure came and went nimbly, shuttling like lightning, wrapping the monks in a criss-crossing attack. It was majestic and arrogant.
As a result, another group of monks were struggling to support them. Even with the protection of cassocks, they were retreating steadily and were difficult to match.
Xiaoqian's excitement disappeared and she gradually became puzzled: "Have these Buddhist cultivators become so weak because they haven't conquered demons for a long time? Can they really suppress demons like this?"
Li Yandao: "You still remember that when we went to sea, we saw Japanese practitioners who were not good at actual combat. I thought at that time that it was because the practitioners were generally peaceful and had less fights. Now it seems that they may be influenced by this place."
Xiaoqian's complexion changed: "So, these two false continents are constantly eroding towards the southern continents, and the Japanese country is the first to bear the brunt?"
Li Yan nodded: "When the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon Guangli Bodhisattva explored the fog, he found that the fog sometimes contracted and sometimes spread, but in the end it spread slowly outward, indicating that the erosion was indeed advancing slowly, and the Japanese country was indeed closest to the fog.
All kinds of strange things happening in the world will be explained...here it comes!"
Xiaoqian immediately became serious: "Is Arhat or Bodhisattva coming?"
Li Yan said: "The emperor of this world has arrived."
Not far away, groups of guards arrived to protect an imperial chariot. Behind the curtain, there was a figure sitting in it, observing the outside world. It was the first time I saw such a panicked scene among Buddhist cultivators.
For the first time, he discovered that there was something that the eminent monk could not do. This person was both happy and panicked. However, if monsters were rampant, his own safety would be endangered. The person waited for a while and found that it was really difficult for the monks to conquer the monster.
He hurriedly ordered his left and right: "Pujiao, go back to the palace!"
But at this moment, with a loud bang, the wall of the main hall of Daxinglong Temple shook feebly and fell down.
"Help!"
There was an exclamation in the temple. The Buddhist monks in cassocks had expressionless faces. Seeing that the helpless monks who were unwilling to leave were about to be buried under the collapse, a beam of light suddenly fell down and enveloped the Buddhist temple.
The Nine-Headed Insect, who had been arrogant and domineering just now, first froze in shock, then loosened his hands, and the spear fell to the ground with a bang: "Master!"
Under the shocking attention of all parties, a figure bathed in golden light descended from the clouds and said coldly: "You monster, you are wild and untamable. You escaped while the Taoist boy was sleeping. Fortunately, it didn't cause a big disaster. Don't worry about it."
Come back with me?"
"Excuse me, old man, but I realize my mistake!"
The nine-headed insect rolled on the ground and turned into a strange bird.
Li Yan floated on the bird's back and raised his palms to salute the monks.
The old monk looked confused. On the one hand, he was confused by the identity of the visitor. He looked like a Buddha but was not a Buddha. He couldn't tell where he was coming from. On the other hand, he was surprised and could only clasp his hands together: "Amitabha, thank you, the immortal, for saving me!"
At the same time, a bald head emerged from the imperial chariot in the distance, and a middle-aged man stepped out.
He was wearing a five-color woven gold cassock, which was somewhat majestic. However, the desire for power between his brows destroyed the indifferent air of practice. At this time, his fiery eyes were watching the departure without blinking.
The back view: "We must invite that master, no, that god, into the palace!