Gao Cuilan never expected that the other party could be like this. The immortals she heard about were not like this. Most of them were obviously unreasonable barbarians.
In the past, there were reports of monks killing people at will, so some people were still hostile to monks. However, the greed in human hearts could not stop wanting to gain the power of monks.
"It's late at night."
Mo Ranchen was playing with the Wuji stick in his hand, calmly waiting for something.
"Aren't you going to save her?" Bai Muchiu suddenly appeared next to Mo Ranchen out of nowhere and asked for no reason.
"People's words are scary, people's words are scary." Mo Ranchen shook his head and sighed.
The Wuji stick at the fingertips changed in countless ways, and its speed became very fast in Mo Ranchen's hand. However, this time it did not arouse the spiritual energy of the world, because Mo Ranchen's heart was very calm, so calm that he was not afraid of life and death.
Early the next morning, Mo Ranchen and Bai Muchiu left Gaolaozhuang together.
Gao Taigong has already set up a mourning hall, and the entire Gao family compound is filled with an atmosphere of sadness, because Gao Taigong's only daughter hanged herself.
The fate of women is often like this. Mo Ranchen doesn't know what happened to Gao Cuilan in the original work. However, if someone married a pig demon like Gao Cuilan, in the end, the pig demon actually became a monk.
Maybe she would be beaten down by rumors, and nothing would change even if she left Gao Laozhuang. Miss Gao probably chose to leave voluntarily because she knew this.
On the way, Bai Muchiu thought about Gao Cuilan, who was also a woman, and lamented her fate, and sympathized: "I heard that the husband she married was a pig demon. Later, the pig demon became a monk and said that he was going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. It was really unbelievable.
ah."
"However, I guess there won't be any infatuated demons in the demon clan. It's impossible to expect him to make up for Miss Gao. Ordinary people in such a world will ultimately be as useless as others."
Along the way, we encountered some jungle beasts. They seemed to be spiritual. When they saw Mo Ranchen and Bai Muchiu, they left consciously, or simply avoided them, not daring to come forward.
"Ahead is the border of Uzbekistan. I heard that there is a Buddha Mountain here. There is a Zen Master Wuchao in the mountain who has profound Buddhist teachings. I just don't know if he is still there?"
This is the benefit of cultivating immortals. Tang Sanzang and his party traveled for several months, and Mo Ranchen arrived in less than half a day.
A young novice monk walked down the mountain. He had a delicate face and beautiful eyes, which made people wonder what relationship he had with Zen Master Wuchao.
"The donor is late, the Zen master has already returned to Lingshan Mountain." After the young novice said the monk's standard line "Amitabha", he looked gentle and elegant.
Mo Ranchen was curious. The Buddhist disciples could speak so calmly when they met him. Was it because the disciple was not qualified enough to recognize Mo Ranchen, or because the Buddhist disciples did not really regard him as an enemy.
It's probably both. There are still some people in Buddhism who don't want to be enemies with Mo Ranchen.
"It doesn't matter, I didn't come here to see Zen Master Wuchao. I just came here, so I should at least meet the master. Is the young monk the guardian of the pagoda?" Mo Ranchen nodded, as gentle and elegant as ever.
"No, the young monk has already planned to leave here and go to Lingshan to worship Buddha." The young monk shook his head.
"I have a good temperament. I hope that when you go to Lingshan, you can be granted the title of an envoy Arhat, and Bodhisattva will stop thinking about it. It is too far for you. However, there are a few monks in front of you who are seeking scriptures from the West. If you hurry up, follow and worship.
If I take that holy monk as my teacher and work harder on the westward journey, I might be able to have a chance to seek the Bodhisattva status." Mo Ranchen laughed teasingly.
The young monk also smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for the advice, donor. However, Buddhism pays attention to fate. The holy monk came once and the young monk missed it, which means that the young monk has no fate with that holy monk. The young monk just cannot force himself to come."
"The fact that you are chasing after you now to become a disciple shows your perseverance. Why doesn't that holy monk accept you?" Seeing them talking to themselves, Bai Muchiu couldn't help but ask.
"Thank you for your kindness, but the Buddhist predestined relationship is like this. No matter how much you force it, it will not help. Emptiness is form, form is emptiness. Monks have all four elements empty. Why does the young monk force himself to become a Bodhisattva?" The little novice monk looked grateful to Bai Muchiu.
Mo Ranchen knows that there are many young monks like this in the world, and it is impossible to obtain a Bodhisattva status by just meeting one. As for Arhats, there is no chance. Think about the background of Tang Sanzang's master and disciple.
They all came down to earth to be gilded, so they could get those positions given by the Buddha.
Bai Muchiu didn't understand because she was extremely talented and had a high status in Kunlun, so she couldn't understand the pain of the people at the bottom.
Mo Ranchen, who has stepped on shit, is not lucky. He has not completely transformed from an ordinary person to a disciple of a saint. He is just like an ordinary person. His status has suddenly risen sharply, and his heart has become somewhat swollen. But recently,
I am aware of it, so I can make myself appear more low-key.
Of course, it's useless. On the surface, Mo Ranchen is approachable, but in his heart he still looks down on other people.
"Little monk, when do you plan to hit the road?" Mo Ranchen said with a faint smile.
The little novice monk smiled and said, "Now."
Bai Muchiu, who didn't take the matter too seriously, saw that the two of them seemed to be "happily talking to each other", so he started to think about it and said to the novice monk, "If it's not in a hurry, we can go together."
"If the donor doesn't mind, the young monk is willing to go with them." The young novice said impatiently, as if he just wanted to go with them.
This monk, whose name is Yuanyuan, looks a bit like an elder. I don’t know if he is several thousand years old.
Mo Ranchen didn't ask anything. It was a bit awkward to be surrounded by a few people of ancestral age. Fortunately, there are no years in cultivating immortals. Most monks don't actually remember their own age.
Because this thing is really useless. Maybe decades have passed by just taking a nap. At this time, if you want to know your age, you have to calculate it carefully, but it is impossible. Every time you take a nap, just count it, right?
Walking on the road, Bai Muchiu felt a little bit more humane. Bai Muchiu was always curious about Buddhist things. After all, he was a Taoist and should have been well protected since he was a child. He just came out of the mountain and came into contact with the monks. They had no hair and looked different, so
, I am somewhat uncomfortable with having a bald head.
After listening to Yuan's lectures on Buddhist scriptures for several days, one day, Bai Muchiu curiously asked, "Liao Yuan, you have been studying Buddhist scriptures for so long, what is the use of that stuff?"