Chapter 363: The horse is lost, the eagle flies over the sorrowful stream and the white dragon flies
[Reminder: Heavenly Court’s 80,000 navy troops held military exercises in Us Tibetan Kingdom. 】
[Tip: Chechiguo Zoo is crowded with visitors.]
[Reminder: The worship of Saiguo Buddha has caused light pollution.]
[Reminder: The Bon Festival held at Xitian Dailein Temple ended successfully.]
I originally planned to see what the opponent was doing, but he seemed to let his doomsday elements develop on their own and did not perform any operations. When I was rummaging around on the interface, I accidentally found some irrelevant information that reminded my sister that she could not give voice prompts.
After flipping through a few pictures with gusto, I found that monkey No. 0 suddenly realized what he was doing and ran back to the monkey group.
[Tip: ‘Simian Flu’ has infected hundreds of monkeys in Huaguoshan and is expected to develop explosively. 】
[Tip: ‘Simian Flu’ has already infected thousands of monkeys and will spread faster and faster. 】
Well, sure enough, this is the normal speed of transmission between monkeys
Well, since you have worked so hard, let me give you some rewards.
[Tip: ‘Simian Flu’ has successfully evolved to ‘cross-species transmission’, and infected monkeys will be able to communicate with other species.]
Set a small goal, first control the Huaguo Mountain. As for the entire Aolai Kingdom... there will always be hunters who go into the mountains to hunt and are teased by the monkeys.
——Year 1——
Looking south to Buzhou, five hundred miles west from the western border of the Great Zhou Kingdom, there is a small country named "Hami". It is one of the countless vassal states of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Its country name is because it provides the most things to the Great Zhou Dynasty every year.
It is a "Hami Melon" and was given by the Queen of Zhou Dynasty.
In the southern border of Hami, there is a continuous mountain range with complex and dangerous terrain that cannot be cultivated and cultivated. It is called "Snake Pan Mountain". The only water source in the mountain range is a wide and clear mountain stream. When birds pass by, they mistakenly think it is the sky and fall into it.
The water is also called "Yingchou Stream" by the mountain people of Hami.
That day, a man and a horse appeared in front of Yingchou Stream.
There was nothing special about the horse. It was just an ordinary yellow gelding without a saddle or bridle. But the man seemed to be a wandering monk, about seven feet three inches tall, with a kind face and tender skin. He was wearing a gray monk's robe and had two feet.
Old monk shoes, a tiger skin apron around his waist, bare hands, nothing long, only a package on his back.
When he drove the horse to the water to drink, the monk began to recite the mantra for rebirth on it for no reason.
"Namo Amitabha Ye Duotagadu Ye, Duo Di Ye Ta Amitabha Vi——"
Before the horse was full of water and the monk finished reciting the incantation, there was a sound of splashing water, and a silver-white dragon poked its head out of the stream, opened its big mouth and swallowed the yellow horse directly. After swallowing, it seemed
He smacked his lips without saying anything, and turned his big shining silver eyes to look at the monk on the shore.
The monk broke the incantation and did not panic or run away. He just stood there and looked straight at the white dragon.
"What did I just eat?" Bai Long asked, his voice as clear as a girl's.
"A poor monk has the strength of a yellow horse," the monk replied.
"Oh." Bailong shook his body and threw some gold and silver jewelry out of nowhere and landed in front of the monk: "Sorry, I admitted the wrong person. According to the rules, I will pay a hundred times the compensation."
"Whose rules?" The monk asked with interest without touching the gold and silver.
"My dad... no, it's my brother's rule," Bailong replied: "If you bring food to me specially, you will give them ten times the profit. If you accidentally eat something that is not for sale, you will pay the owner a hundred times the compensation."
"What if it eats people?" the monk continued to ask.
Bailong had a strange expression, as if he heard some incredible question: "Will you eat rocks or dirt?"
"If necessary, I will." The monk smiled.
"That's incredible." Bai Long blinked and decided to give up the exchange: "I'll pay you the compensation anyway."
She flicked her tail and dived directly back into the pool, but the monk neither picked up the gold nor moved away, but waited motionless.
After a while, the water surface boiled again, and what emerged from the water this time was a crimson horned dragon that was more than four or five times larger than the previous white dragon. It fell to the shore, stared at the monk, and uttered a loud voice like thunder: "May I ask?
Master's Dharma name? What kind of advice do you have to seek out our brothers and sisters?"
He couldn't help but care. After his sister returned to the Dragon Palace, the shadow of the monk would appear whenever she spoke. The key was that she couldn't see it herself. Although it had no specific impact, it made him, as an elder brother, quite upset.
If it's a mess, just come up to the water and find a way to solve the problem.
"The poor monk Jin Chanzi came from the Great Zhou Dynasty in the East and went to the West to argue against the Buddha and comment on the scriptures." The monk clasped his hands and responded.
The red dragon was stunned for a moment: "Not to mention what you mean by 'resisting the decree', shouldn't the purpose of going to the West be to 'worship Buddha and seek scriptures'?"
"I am the Buddha, why do I need to worship? The scripture is wrong, why do I ask for it?" the monk who called himself Jin Chanzi replied.
"Hahaha, I can see it. You guys are probably here to find the bodyguards. Are you worried that you will be beaten to death on the road because of your sharp tongue?" The red dragon laughed, but did not see any movement. The golden man in front of the monk
The silver has disappeared, replaced by a pavilion, and the red dragon also transformed into a handsome young man wearing a silver helmet and walked into the pavilion.
"I am Ao Lie, the third son of Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, and I am my seventh sister Ao Yu. This place is my summer palace in the West Sea," the red dragon who turned into a son said: "Although the dragon clan has a long life span, it is often wasted on nonsense.
Yes, but there is no reason to be easy on others. I can give you a cup of tea to convince me."
"The poor monk Jin Chanzi is the reincarnation of two disciples of Tathagata Buddha in the West," the monk said: "Because he questioned the master's integrity at the Bon Festival, he was sent to reincarnation, but he did not lose any memory."
"It's not surprising. I still remember that my dragon body didn't look like this." Ao Lie picked up the tea bowl on the stone table in the pavilion without paying much attention.
"Master was preaching at that time, saying that there was a woman who was breastfeeding her baby. She first killed the mosquitoes biting the baby, and then drove away the old dog that was eating her leftovers." Jin Chanzi said: "Master said,
'The woman didn't know that the mosquito was the reincarnation of her mother, the old dog was the reincarnation of her father, and the baby was the reincarnation of her enemy.' The Buddhas present at the time said that this story meant that one should let go of haters, and some said that this was the response to reincarnation.
Some people say that one should seize the present moment and ignore the past life.”
"Oh..." Ao Lie thought for a moment and couldn't figure out the point: "What did you say?"
The golden cicada said: "The poor monk said, 'Three Realms, Five Elements, Six Paths of Reincarnation, Nine Netherworlds and Ten Categories, there is no such coincidence. It must be Master deliberately arranging it for the sake of his own safety.'"
"Pfft!" Ao Lie sprayed the tea.
"The poor monk said again, 'This incident shows that all saints are like ants. If they encounter strange misfortune, it must be arranged by others. You cannot accept your fate. You need to find ways to improve your own realm. One day, you can get revenge.'
Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together and said, "Then the poor monk was slapped down by Master with a big hand seal."
"You..." Ao Lie stopped drinking tea: "I don't know much about the principles in Buddhist scriptures, but your views sound completely contradictory to them?"
"Master has said that the poor monk will be given ten lives to return to the West. Every time he fails, he will lose 10% of his memory. If he fails ten times, he will personally take the poor monk back. Even if he regains his Buddha body, his idea will be complete.
Disappear." Jin Chanzi nodded.
"The way you debate is really special..." Ao Lie picked up the tea cup again: "But it's not enough to convince me."
"What if the poor monk said that if we go to the West together, we can solve donor Ao's own problems?" Jin Chanzi said.
"What do you know?" Ao Lie drank up the tea, put down the tea bowl, and stared at Jin Chanzi with a pair of golden vertical pupils.
"I don't know anything. As the poor monk said before, any strange things are arranged by others, and can only be solved by improving one's own realm." Jin Chanzi picked up the tea bowl instead: "Almsgiver Ao's kind of 'igniting and igniting by oneself'
The strange ability to burn all pearls, crystals and jade is useless even if you hide in this remote palace. Everyone knows that the Jade Emperor likes to reward dragon orbs the most. Although Donor Ao kept a low profile and avoided most of the rewards, but
One day I will burn those things directly in front of the envoy who gave me the reward, violating the laws of heaven."
"If Donor Ao protects the poor monk and goes to the West, the poor monk can continue to debate the Dharma with the master, and you, the donor, can get a Buddhist title of 'Eight Heavenly Dragons'. Even if it cannot solve the problem of burning things randomly, you can still use it as a excuse.
An excuse to refuse any reward from the Jade Emperor."
"Let me think about it for a moment..." Ao Lie folded his arms and frowned, lost in thought.
"As far as the poor monk knows, there are many mountain spirits and ghosts along the way. Your love, the poor monk means your sister, you can enjoy them as you like." Jin Chanzi added.
"Let's go with this bald uncle! Dad-brother!" A white dragon flew out of the eagle's melancholy stream, transformed into a girl carved in pink and jade, jumped straight into the pavilion and threw itself on Ao Lie's back.
"Hmph, it seems that you know me very well," Ao Lie snorted: "As promised in advance, I will only protect your safety. You can't instruct me to do things. In addition, you will never use the dragon body or change
A mature horse for you to ride."
"If you need Almsgiver Ao to give a ride to the poor monk, just use the form he is in now." Jin Chanzi followed the good example, but Ao Lie always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence.
"The most important thing," said the Third Prince of Xihai: "Although I promise to protect you, my sister Ao Yu's thoughts are above all else. Even if she says to leave you and go back to the Dragon Palace, I will do it."
"That's natural," Jin Chanzi nodded: "There is no reason why Donator Ao would turn against his family just because he wanted to be with the poor monk."
These words sounded more and more weird, and Ao Lie frowned: "Anyway, you stay here for a while, I will buy some horses and notify the merchants who have been delivering food here all year round to stop."
"If Donor Ao's business were gone, would their family be in ruins?" Jin Chanzi asked.
"Hmph, the wealth I threw to them is enough for them to be rich for five hundred years." Ao Lie put his arms around Ao Yu, flicked his robe sleeves and flew away.
