Immortal wind and deceit: the secret scriptures of the seven chapters of Xuanjun at the beginning Chapter 129 The Great Mercy, Great Compassion and Wonderful Sound Bodhisattva
Chapter 129 The Great Mercy, Great Compassion and Wonderful Sound Bodhisattva
When Wu Qiudao came to Tongxin Temple again, he saw this scene.
A group of weird mandrills wearing the heads of various animals were shaking their heads in the ruined temple and reciting strange ancient poems.
"The sea water is vast, and the earth is flowing alive. The sky is descending, shining down on the earth below. The hair is cold and the hair is standing tall, and the heart is full.
Fresh in the sky, the horse is as high as the sky. On the night of the moon, I am calm and steady. The great man returns, and the sky and the people return!"
Wu Qiudao jumped down from the flying sword and asked curiously: "What do you mean by reading this?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" The mandrills were so frightened that they shouted at the top of their lungs. They felt that their heartbeats were about to be stopped by the sudden appearance of the Kunlun Immortal. Mainly, the five mandrills who died here were this one.
They were panicked when the immortal killed them.
Wu Qiudao looked at the seven or eight screaming mandrills and said, "That's enough, it's so noisy! If you make any more noise, I'll cut it down with my flying sword! I ask you, what are you reading?"
Several mandrills looked at each other and recommended Mao Sheng, who had dealt with the immortal before, to go out.
Mao Sheng swallowed, and then explained that they were now performing the first seven salvations for the five dead mandrills. Then, because everyone believed in the unity of all things, they recited a song to pray to the gods.
A hymn for returning home soon and bringing glory to the earth again.
Wu Qiudao frowned. He vaguely understood the ancient myths of this strange world. This person who unites all things is not among the three righteous gods today. He is either an evil spirit who pretends to be the Supreme Lord, or he is excluded by the current heaven.
Lost six days old ghost.
But these mandrills themselves are the evil spirits of each town, and it is difficult to say that they will be deceived by other evil spirits; then they are a group of remnants of the old world, the kind of cultists who pray for the return of the old gods all day long!
From this point of view, the "Shuo Ren" mentioned in this poem are the so-called "Six Heavenly Ghosts" in this world. They are probably similar to the old rulers in the Cthulhu Mythology who will cause trouble when they return.
He is an active promoter of world destruction.
Thinking of this, Wu Qiudao no longer had sympathy for these mandrills who were pretending to be weak, so he secretly sprinkled some Liqi bean powder on them. As long as he was not found to have deliberately wiped it off, within a month or two, the bean puppets would be able to
Find them by smell.
Mao Sheng asked tremblingly: "I don't know why the Immortal is here this time. If there is anything we can do to help, the Immortal will not hesitate to ask us to climb mountains of swords and seas of fire!"
"
Wu Qiudao nodded: "It's not urgent. I heard the deceased Pan Xianweng say that you are all doing harm to one party, and you are worshiping in a place that harms people's lives. Isn't this true?"
Several mandrills were so angry that they cursed the dead Pan Xianweng, but faced the Kunlun Immortal, they did not dare to argue for a moment: "Immortal Rong, I and a few others used to be ignorant and invaded the place. It is true, but since then
After being taught a lesson by the immortal, I will never dare to cause trouble again!"
But no, a man here was just beaten and killed by a swordsman. It was too late to hide and avoid the limelight. It had just been seven days, and there was no time to cause trouble. The few mandrills really didn't lie.
"That's right." Wu Qiudao smiled, "You should correct your evil ways and no longer harm the people, but I won't give you a chance to survive and insist on killing them all. Isn't it appropriate?"
Several mandrills shook their heads like rattles and said, "It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate!"
Wu Qiudao raised his flying sword and sharpened his nails. Things happened one after another recently, and he didn't even have time to take care of his nails. He sighed: "But the people of Shuzhou have been tortured by you. If I don't teach you a lesson,
, isn’t it appropriate either?”
They suddenly realized that the Immortal was about to draw a path, and they shook their heads: "This is even more inappropriate!"
Mao Sheng took the lead and asked: "I wonder how the Supreme Immortal thinks it would be appropriate for us to learn a lesson?"
After Wu Qiudao polished his nails, he said: "I don't ask too much. You eight mandrills swear to the great road that you will never harass the place or harm people's lives. Otherwise, you will be abandoned by heaven and earth! Then another one will jump out and take the punishment.
Die as a warning! Is this fair?"
The mandrills looked at each other for a few times, and then jointly recommended Mao Sheng to be the scapegoat. They held Mao down and couldn't move. However, Wu Qiudao didn't buy it, saying that they would not learn from the bullying of the weak by bullying the weak.
The lesson must be fair, just and open!
They had no choice but to take turns in the guessing game, and the one who lost in the end was not Mao Sheng, but Guan Kou Shen.
When the Guankou God saw that he had lost the guessing game, he was so scared that he did not dare to rush towards Wu Qiudao. Instead, he pushed away the other mandrills and fled away desperately. Just when it was about to rush into the forest, a flying sword struck him.
The tip of the sword thrust out of its throat.
With a "swish", the flying sword was sucked back into Wu Qiudao's hand. The Guankou God lay on the ground and covered his neck. He slowly crawled over and kowtowed to Wu Qiudao, hoping that he would spare his life, but Wu Qiudao was as hard-hearted as ever.
Iron, just let the other mandrills take a good look at what will happen.
Wu Qiudao was still angry. Guankou Shen, who was slowly dying, jumped up and sat on the tall clay mandrill statue in Tongxin Temple. He lowered his head and looked down at the remaining seven mandrills and asked:
"Did you know that there is a kind of white-haired mandrill?"
The seven mandrills were startled when they heard this. They raised their heads and asked, "Where did the Supreme Immortal hear the saying about this white-haired mandrill?"
Wu Qiudao shook his head and said: "I didn't hear it, but I personally fought with a white-haired mandrill for a long time. His body was like iron, and he had the magical foot power to break through the air. Neither of us could do anything to the other.
We can have a temporary truce."
"After thinking about it, I found that the white-haired mandrill looks very similar to you. Except for being taller and stronger, and with white spots on its monkey hair, everything else seems to be carved from the same mold as you. If it weren't for the different coat colors, I really can't tell you apart.
who is it!"
The seven mandrills looked at each other, and then the monkey said: "To the Immortal, we are not questioning what the Immortal said, but this White Ape Mandrill is also a legendary existence among our mandrill tribe."
Oh? It looks like there’s something going on! Wu Qiudao said quickly, “Please tell me in detail!”
These mandrills explained that in fact, their mandrill family is not the original species of Zhu Xia, but a heterogeneous species from outside the sky.
Wu Qiudao frowned and asked: "The thirty-sixth level of Taixu Fairyland?"
The mandrills nodded, yes, it was Shanghu Ruan Letian in the Eighteen Heavens of the Color Realm. It was a desolate dimension.
It is no better than the prosperous desert land. There is no sun, moon or stars in the sky above. It is filled with a twisted and weird endless thick fog, while the ground is a desolate gray plain with no rolling mountains and river valleys, only seeping out from the ground from time to time.
of sewage.
Due to lack of food, the mandrills of Shanghui Ruan Letian wailed and prayed day and night in the thick fog, but it only brought them endless disappointment and pain. Until one day, the sound of pain that echoed all day long in Shanghui Ruan Letian attracted
A god of music.
The Great Merciful and Compassionate Musical Bodhisattva, the Wonderful Sound God!