Chapter 678 We were master and apprentice, you and me, the past
"Tai Shang Tai Xing, adapt to changes without stopping."
"Exorcise evil spirits and bind evil spirits, protect yourself and your life."
On Fangcun Mountain, the sound of Lang Lang reading and chanting scriptures could be heard, and it was quiet and peaceful. Hundreds of years have passed, and Bodhi, who was young at that time, still looks like a teenager now. His eyebrows are clear and bright, and they are only slightly longer than before. In addition,
, not much change,
Qi Wuhuo laid the foundation for him that day and traveled around the world for a year to establish his character.
After getting started, many classics were placed in Fangcun Mountain, with many explanations. But this young man saw the teacher’s final battle, knew what his teacher had done, and knew that he had to carry more things. He was young and clear, and his state of mind
He is clear and does not blame his teacher.
After the old man came to tell him everything, he felt happy that the teacher had not died.
Since then, he has been practicing hard on his own for hundreds of years, and finally achieved success.
Qi Wuhuo's lineage, inherited from the Taoist ancestors, values understanding the most. The Taoist mind has been laid down, and the method is behind him. As long as the understanding is enough, the mind is clear, and every move is the Tao, it is the supernatural power. You can take it for yourself.
Over the years, although I have continued to practice, I am not trapped alone on this square inch mountain.
His wife often visited him, and when he was in the real state, she once handed over to him the sword that his teacher used to have.
That was what the teacher used when he was young.
It is an ancient sword from a thousand years ago, and it is still the style of the ancient Shenwu Dynasty. The sword has a broad blade, and it has been used to kill people's luck. It is called the killer of thieves. It was originally a common thing, and then it ascended to the sky after Zhenwu attained the Tao.
After being bathed in the immortal energy, he was recast several times and completely transformed. The young man liked it very much.
Over the years, apart from practicing, I have also gone down the mountain from time to time.
He also often helped the people around him collect grain and grass during the busy farming season. If anyone got sick, the young Taoist would not hesitate to go to the rescue. Unlike the doctors, the young Taoist always only used spiritual herbs from the mountains.
He doesn't spend much money on medical treatment. When weaving bamboo baskets, his hands are very dexterous, even more agile than those women.
She is beautiful and often attracts the favor of young girls and young women.
The girl was affectionate, and always gave him a purse or something, but turned around and ran away with red face and ears. The older ones made some casual jokes, but it was a pity that the young Taoist was ignorant.
I understand, I just smiled quietly, which is a pity. It is said that I gave birth to such a good skin in vain, but it is like a wooden lump.
Other than that, I just go around and slay demons.
People in the town at the foot of the mountain all know that there is a young immortal on the mountain. He has remained the same for hundreds of years in spring, autumn, cold and heat, without any change. When the young Taoist came down the mountain, he often saw those grey-haired old men and old ladies.
Children tell stories.
It is said that the mountain behind the town is a sacred mountain, a fairy mountain. There are gods and immortals living on the mountain. There are always hunters and woodcutter who went up the mountain and lost their way. They saw fog in all directions and could not find the way up the mountain or the way down.
, I was in a hurry, but I already saw the crowd, but I walked out unknowingly.
So when these children were listening in a daze, they would warn them in a serious manner, telling them that they must be well behaved and not go up the mountain quietly, otherwise they would collide with the gods and be careful not to grow taller. These old people told them
While these stories were being told, the young Taoist priest carried a bamboo basket on his back and stood behind the shade of a tree, watching these old people tell the stories that their elders told them a hundred years ago.
The young Taoist stretched out his hand and tightened the basket on his back, looking at the white-haired people, and at the red-faced girl who had embroidered the whole night and handed him the purse, now an old woman with silver hair on her head and kind eyes.
, looking at the children and grandchildren surrounding his knees, he stood in the shade of the tree, the wind blew through the young man's temples and hair, his expression was gentle.
Cultivation outside the world is also practice when entering the world.
I had morning lessons today and recited the classics.
Wearing a blue Taoist robe, with dark wooden hairpins tying up his hair, he kicked two pieces of dead-noodle cakes into his arms, and went to the Daheng Mission Stone in the back mountain to open an altar and preach the Dharma to the spirituality of the mountain.
The abundant one taught the Dharma and the Great Way, then picked up his sword and walked down the mountain.
Hundreds of years ago, the final catastrophe has continued to this day, and it has not been completely cut off. During this period of time, all walks of life have worked hard to deal with the disasters of water and fire everywhere. Many of the catastrophes of cold and silence have been solved, but the catastrophe of heat and silence has been solved.
However, the calamity is still very serious and has already had serious subsequent effects.
The water level has risen, and disasters caused by tidal waves have occurred everywhere in the world. Water gods, mountain gods, and various sects in the world are working hard to control the water. Now Bodhi has received a summons, asking him to go to the East China Sea on his behalf to find the old man.
Senior Ao Zang was looking for something to control floods. In ancient times, the human race had already controlled floods.
Now it's just an ordinary thing.
The young Taoist soared through the clouds and mist, and went to the bank of the East China Sea. He went to the Dragon Palace and looked for the Dragon King. He understood the purpose of his visit. Ao Guang agreed and eagerly took the young Taoist's arm and pulled him to pay homage to the man who had been with him all these years.
When Ao Zang was recuperating from injuries sustained in the battle, Ao Zang handed this item to Bodhi.
This Taoist used the Qiankun Dharma in his sleeves to stop all these methods, and then he said gently:
"Thank you, senior."
The head of a huge blue dragon was found in the place of Guixu. It was as majestic as Mount Tai, majestic and ferocious, far more than dragon kings like Ao Guang. It was a pity that one of the dragon's horns was broken. It was small but majestic, adding to the ferocious color and dark golden color.
His vertical pupils swept across the young Taoist in front of him, and he seemed to be able to sense the majestic vitality in this young Taoist's body. He was slightly impressed and said:
"The foundation is good. It is indeed solid. It has not insulted the name of your teacher."
Seeing that the young Taoist still wanted to salute and thank him, Canglong shook his head and said in a confused voice:
"It doesn't have to be this way."
"You have different foundations. To a certain extent, your innate spiritual roots are the strongest. The flat peaches in the Peach Garden and the ginseng fruit in Wuzhuang Temple have to bow down in front of you. They also have the same origin as Buddha. Really.
, you have to be half a level above me in terms of seniority, so between us, we can just talk about it on our own terms."
"You came down the mountain this time for this thing. Are you going to heaven?"
The young Taoist said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Not only that, there is another great joy."
The young Taoist smiled warmly and happily: "Master's wife has been pregnant for hundreds of years. Emperor Wa told Yu Pindao that as a disciple of the teacher, it was appropriate to go to congratulate her. After doing this, she sent this stick to the Tushita Palace of Tianque, so that
After recasting it, the old gentleman will go to see the teacher before his palace."
Canglong sighed and said: "What kind of demeanor does the child of Zhenwu Zhentian Lingying Emperor and Dangmo Tianzun have? It's a pity, it's a pity that I have damaged my foundation after all. I'm afraid I have to wait until the child grows up.
Go and see him, go, go, I just hope that the child will not be affected by Fuxi."
Said so.
But the Canglong's eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him.
In my heart, I was worried that this child would be affected. After all, to some extent, this boy would also be the elder brother of Zhentian Emperor's child. There are similarities between elder brothers and elder brothers, but they must not have any differences with that guy Fuxi.
There should be sympathy and sympathy for each other.
A thought came into my mind, I just hope that the first child of that boy Wu Huo will not be a daughter, otherwise Fuxi will definitely affect this young Taoist who has a very high family background, a very strong foundation, and a lot of talent.
However, he did not say such words.
In order to avoid discovering Fuxi's "warm and familiar" appearance the next day.
The young Taoist said goodbye to this ancient old man and left this place again. He saw the tall and beautiful mountain peak outside the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. He liked it very much, so he held his head on the cloud, ate some fruits on that mountain, drank some mountain springs, and felt refreshed.
, just left in the clouds and mist.
After entering the human world, he slowed down his pace. He saw monsters running rampant along the way, and he killed them all with his sword. However, before he was about to ascend to heaven, he heard the voices of old men and young people talking in front of him, and they looked panicked.
, and the Qi of the innate gods and demons came.
"Innate gods and demons..."
At that time, most of the innate gods and demons were killed, and the rest fled individually. Although there have been several large-scale killings in these years, these innate gods and demons all have great magical powers, and it is not so easy to wipe them all out.
Over the years, young Bodhi has mostly dealt with these monsters when he came down from the mountain.
He immediately looked slightly stern and went forward with his sword in hand.
………………
"Run quickly, run quickly, Master!"
"Little guy, please stop making so much noise, your teacher's legs will be broken!"
"Alas!!!"
"Then why can't we outrun this guy behind us?"
"Because..." the old voice paused and said melancholy: "Because he has eight legs."
"!!!"
The rumbling sound came, and behind it was an innate god and demon that was somewhat similar to a spider. In other words, it couldn't be said to be an innate god and demon. This thing was at most just a creation of the innate god and demon, but for the master and the disciple,
This is also an extremely difficult thing to deal with.
"Little bald donkey, lower your head!!!"
The wrinkled old monk shouted.
The little monk next to him made a very standard fish attack, but a strong wind swept through him. The spider's front legs slashed across the front fiercely, tearing out a large arc of light, and the thick trees around it were cut apart in an instant.
Come on, it hits the ground, making loud noises.
The two monks turned pale with fright, looked at each other, and fell silent.
The old monk shouted: "Run!!!!"
He turned around and ran away. The little monk's eyes widened and he rushed over and grabbed the old monk's clothes. The old monk said: "You brat, why are you holding me? Go down and give me to the teacher."
Delay for a while, and when I get out, I will recite sutras for you to be saved!!"
"Wow, ah, ah, I don't believe it!"
"Teacher, you will definitely sneak away to eat meat buns!"
"Ah?! What, what kind of meat buns? I didn't eat meat buns. That was, that was a temple offering sacrifices to the five internal organs. This, this is a monk's business, what kind of meat buns..."
The old monk wanted to throw the young monk away, but the young monk locked the old monk tightly, but refused to let go. He decided that the master and the apprentice would prepare supper for the monster together, but even though he yelled like this
It was a small scream, but the spider demon kept attacking, causing the surrounding ground to crack, trees falling down with a rumble, stirring up countless dust, and the momentum was very scary.
But these two monks were peeing like shit and using their hands and feet, but they didn't lose even a piece of flesh.
The old monk got up in one go and held the young monk between his elbows. Looking at his age, he opened his legs and ran more swiftly than the older boy. He shouted while running.
He shouted loudly and said: "If you keep watching, you will have to find my two bald heads in the feces of this thing!"
The little monk shouted loudly: "Great Immortal, take action!"
Although he seemed to be scared to death, he also felt happy, as if he was being led to play by the teacher. Although this experience was very special, he also knew that the teacher would not really leave him behind. The god and demon was slightly startled.
, suddenly heard a sigh and the sound of a sword.
Immediately, his eyes went black, and his entire body was nailed to the ground, with all eight legs lying flat.
His eyes were wide open, with a lingering look of unwillingness in his eyes, but he saw a broad sword falling to the ground. Immediately, a blue-shirted Taoist fell from the sky, his toes lightly tapped on the hilt of the sword, his sleeves were rolled up, and he held a fly whisk and an ink hairpin.
Her hair is tied up, her expression is clear and handsome, and her eyebrows are flying.
On the blade of the sword, there are two big characters.
【Kill the thief】!
The heart of this god and demon froze, and a chill arose. He thought of a name that has gradually become famous all over the world in the past hundred years, and his pupils were waiting to shrink violently...
"The thief-killing sword is from Fangcunshan Bodhi."
"In the past three hundred years, I have wiped out all the demons, learned the three religions, and killed the true Taoists with Buddha nature."
How did I meet this embryo-killer!
The god and demon were frightened, but the young Taoist opposite did not hold back at all. He heard the sound of the sword rising to the sky, and the god and demon immediately disappeared into ashes. The young Taoist gently jumped down from the sword and swept his sleeves and robes.
The thief-killing sword whirled, turned into a stream of light, and flew into his sleeves.
The old monk patted his heart, got up, lifted the young monk up again, and dusted him off. Then he clasped his hands towards the young Taoist and said with a smile:
"The old monk has seen the great master of Fangcun Mountain."
"I can't be a real person."
The young Taoist replied gently, but when he turned around, he was slightly startled and saw the old monk's gaze. He was slightly surprised, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He nodded with a slight smile and said:
"It turns out we are old friends."
The old monk was puzzled.
But the young Bodhi recognized this man. He had seen this man in his previous life while traveling.
It is the golden cicada in front of the Buddha.
How many reincarnations is this time? So, is this little monk the reincarnation of the Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata?
No wonder these spider-like gods and demons stared at the old monk and refused to let go. The golden cicada in front of the Buddha and the reincarnation of the Buddha were unprecedented temptations for such insect-like demons. The young Taoist suddenly understood, and the old monk touched
Without thinking, I was murmuring in my heart, how did this great master recognize me?
It’s broken. Could it be that you took a fancy to something on me?!
This little bald donkey is more valuable than the poor bald donkey monk.
The old monk felt nervous, raised his hand and patted the curious little guy next to him, and said:
"What are you looking at? Quickly salute and say thank you."
The young monk blinked and looked at the young Taoist in front of him. For some reason, he felt an indescribable feeling of closeness in his heart. He saluted and said, "I have met the great master."
The young Bodhi looked at this little monk who was much younger than himself.
I felt the slightest similarity that seemed to reappear from the foundation.
The gentle expression on his face finally changed, and he became stunned.