Watching the Alchemy Crow go away, Wu Jie was silent for a long time, then shook his head and returned to Wubo Cliff.
As soon as he landed, he saw a golden Buddha light flying in front of him. In the light, the old man's voice came out, but it was Master Wangku, the elder of Sheshen Pavilion, asking him to come and talk.
Wu Jie naturally did not neglect the elder's invitation and hurriedly followed the Buddha's light to the Bodhisattva Hall in the Sacrifice Pavilion.
The Bodhisattva Hall is the longest part of the Sacrifice Pavilion open to the public. It houses the eighteen great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism. The one in the center of the eighteen statues is naturally the origin of the Sacrifice Pavilion, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Master Wangku is the disciple of Wangsheng Arhat. He has practiced for nearly ten thousand years and has reached the pinnacle of the Buddhist Vajra realm. He is only one step away from achieving Arhat status and gaining immortality.
But this step is very difficult to take. Among the fourteen eminent monks of the Wangzi generation in the Sacrifice Pavilion, so far, only Wangsheng Arhat has taken this step. The rest have all passed away and disappeared in the years.
Master Wangku has white eyebrows and white beard, but both his eyebrows and beard are a little sparse, and his face is covered with age spots. It can be seen that his life span is almost over. However, he does not care about this, and smiles easily and kindly.
"Little friend Zhifei, you just blocked the path of the Demon Refining King in the sky, which was not a wise move."
Wu Jie knew that the confrontation and conversation in heaven just now could not be hidden from the eminent monks in the Sacrifice Pavilion - among other things, Master Wangsheng, who had attained Arhat status, must have had a way to know everything that happened at that time.
What he did was neither secret nor shameful, so he just smiled and sighed softly.
"Good words can never persuade someone with a stone heart. The Demon King has made up his mind, and there is nothing I can do about it."
"I don't understand. My little friend, you and I, Sheshen Pavilion, have no connection or friendship. You have never even had a vegetarian meal. Why do you stand up for me, Sheshen Pavilion, again and again?
To persuade those demon kings who want to harm us?"
Wu Jie smiled: "I will use the Great Movement Array to go to Xingpan Mountain to visit the Yujing Sect. This great formation was built and maintained by your sect. By using the great movement formation, I am borrowing the favor of your sect. I can have the opportunity.
If I do something for your sect, I will feel much better."
"Not afraid of hatred, not forgetting kindness, it is indeed the style of a famous family." Master Wangku praised, "I see that your escape method is as fast as lightning, and it is faster than imagined. Could it be the legendary fighting spirit that shocked the world?"
The method of escape from divine thunder
Wu Jie was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to be noticed so easily. He could only smile and nod, admitting the matter.
"It turns out he is from the God of Fighting." Master Wangku looked solemn, "But I don't know why my little friend came to such a remote place as Wuboya? Is there some kind of monster here?"
"Actually... I was just passing by..."
"Haha, just passing by is a fate," Master Wang Ku said with a smile, "But, since I am just passing by, why do you need to be involved in the eternal grudge between our sect and the demon dragon?"
"When I do things in my life, I only ask whether I should do it, not anything else." Wu Jie answered calmly, "I have heard the bad reputation of the demon dragon Beifeng countless times in Wubo Cliff. Thousands of years ago, this demon dragon Beifeng had a bad reputation.
The dragon comes from the Star Sea Realm and does all kinds of evil in Wanshi Mountain. The number of monks and monsters swallowed by it alone is tens of thousands, almost all of them.
The entire Wanshi Mountains were plunged into terror. In this situation, the noble sect Wuming Arhat, Kuchen Arhat and Wei Mang Arhat stepped forward resolutely, regardless of the fact that their own skills were not conducive to fighting and fighting, and regardless of the tragic wind.
The ancient dragon species has great power, and after a fierce battle with it, it was finally suppressed under the Ksitigarbha Buddha's seal..."
"Monks should be merciful. If all sentient beings are in trouble, I will bear it myself. Although the three patriarchs passed away because of this, it is still what we should do." Master Wangku sighed, "The demon dragon has great magical powers and has almost stepped into the world.
It has reached the realm of Dongxu. If the three Patriarchs had not set a trap and used the Buddha's seal to suppress it, we still wouldn't be able to deal with it just by relying on the power of our Sacrifice Pavilion."
"Since then, the demon dragon has often used the dragon's roar to notify the demon clan in Wanshi Mountain, claiming that if anyone can help him regain his freedom, he will donate 30% of his essence and blood to help him achieve immortality."
Wu Jie said, “There are quite short-sighted people among the demon clan, knowing full well that this demon dragon has broken the Buddha’s seal.
If he did it, his life would be ruined, and he might not be able to benefit from it. But driven by the desire for profit, he came to Sheshen Pavilion again and again... If I didn't encounter it, that would be fine. Now that I have encountered it, I can't stand by and watch. Otherwise, the Taoist heart will be uneasy.
I’m afraid it will be difficult for me to make further progress in my cultivation.”
Master Wangku nodded slightly, understanding what he meant. After being silent for a while, he said, "Do you know that my senior brother Wangsheng meditates at the Buddha's seal all the year round, reciting Buddhist teachings to slay the demonic dragon, and once made an oath,
If he doesn't transform into a demon dragon, he won't fight with others... If he really fights those demon kings, the situation will be extremely unfavorable."
"I know, but master, do you know that if a fight breaks out, at least half of the monks on Wubo Cliff will help?"
Master Wangku showed compassion on his face and sighed deeply: "This is exactly what I am worried about."
Seeing that Wu Jie was a little confused, he explained: "Over the past ten thousand years, the demons from Wanshi Mountain have organized large armies to besiege Wubo Cliff several times. Although they were repelled by the immortals each time, they suffered heavy casualties each time.
Although the demonic dragon was suppressed by the Buddha's seal and could not move, it could still see the scene outside the Buddha's seal with its magical power. Every time it saw such a scene, it would smile and couldn't help but be happy."
"Alas... seeing that something like this is about to happen again, I feel like my heart is being twisted."
Wu Jie was silent, not knowing how to persuade him.
After a while, he suddenly had an idea and asked if he could go see the demon dragon Beifeng?
"I have some special methods, maybe I can give this dragon a hard blow and beat its arrogance," Wu explained.
Master Wangku didn’t think that Wu Jie, a monk who had not even built the body of heaven and man, could have enough means to threaten the demon dragon Bei Feng. But it was fate, so he didn’t object, so he brought Wu Jie here.
In the back mountain of Sheshen Pavilion, we saw the legendary Arhat who forgot his life, the legendary Ksitigarbha Buddha Seal, and the demon dragon Beifeng who was suppressed under the Buddha's seal.
It's interesting to say that Ksitigarbha Buddha's seal is actually a word formed by Buddha's light, which is about several feet square. Under the Buddha's light, a black dragon is pressed to the ground, unable to move; and outside the Buddha's light, there is a treasure.
Spiritual characters continued to rise from the solemn monk's body, flying into the Buddha's light and landing on the demon dragon.
Those spiritual texts contained extraordinary power, but they had little effect on the dragon. At most, they showed a bit of impatience, and instead sang obscene songs in an off-key voice.
Seeing the appearance of Master Wangku and Wu Jie, Wangsheng Arhat did not react. Instead, the demon dragon Beifeng showed a playful expression and shouted in a sharp and hoarse voice, like a cat's claws scratching an iron piece: "Young Wangku boy,
Are you sending blood food to a certain family?"
It was about to taunt a few more words, but it quickly stopped, with a look of surprise and fear in its eyes.
A small lightning spear appeared in Wu Jie's hand. He held the spear and looked at the demon dragon coldly.
"If you don't want to get shot, just shut up."
From this moment on, Demon Dragon Beifeng finally closed his mouth and did not dare to speak again.
