All sentient beings despised Ma Yuan's "selfishness", especially the disciples of Jie Jiao, who stomped their feet and beat their chests with grief, feeling embarrassed for him.

Several Western sages looked on with cold eyes, but the ridicule and disdain in their eyes were particularly clear.

The voices of condemnation gathered into a sea, making Ma Yuan blush and feel extremely embarrassed.

He was a little helpless and coughed twice. Looking at the resource-rich white sand ocean, his heart was full of torment and entanglement.

Fight or give up, this choice is too painful.

"Oh, that's all!" Ma Yuan sighed lonely and lowered his head in grievance.

"With Manjushri Pearl and Jade in front of you, any time you choose a good ashram, you will be criticized by thousands of people and end up with a reputation of selfishness."

"However, I am not the only one who suffers. Everyone will be kidnapped by morality, so it doesn't matter."

"But the white sand ocean is the best dojo, I won't accept it!"

After a long time, Ma Yuan suddenly took a deep breath, calmed down, tried his best to put a smile on his face, and said.

"Sage, I'd better choose the Sanzheng Desert. After all, the white sand ocean is a place with rich waterways, which is not suitable for me."

After saying this, Ma Yuan's heart was bleeding.

He felt it was difficult to breathe, his chest was stuffy and congested, and he was in excruciating pain with stars in his eyes.

"Yeah, that's fine." Saint Zhunti nodded, and with a flick of his sleeves, the shadow representing the Sanzheng Desert suddenly disappeared from the scroll.

"Puxian, you choose." Zhunti said to Puxian who was standing on the auspicious cloud.

"Yes." Samantabhadra bowed his hands and came to the side of the scroll, but his eyes never left Manjusri.

When he discovered that Manjusri was a ghost, he was so panicked that he almost shouted out. His eyes were full of worry that was hard to put away.

He, Manjusri, and Cihang stayed together for several Yuan Hui sessions to warm themselves up. They cuddled up to each other like little animals abandoned in the wind and snow, and they were able to practice stumblingly until now.

Now, seeing Manjusri like this, Samantabhadra's heart was tugged.

When Ma Yuan saw this scene, his mood became brighter, and his grievances suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"It's such a joy, it's such a joy!"

"Manjusri, who doesn't know that Samantabhadra is your best friend? Now you are pretending to be noble and have tricked him by the way. Let's see how you get along with each other in the future."

"Even if Samantabhadra's chest is as broad as the sea, the ruined opportunity will always stay in his heart and become a sharp barb, and by the way, there is also the unlucky Cihang."

"Hahaha, there is reincarnation in the way of heaven, I will see how you end up!"

Ma Yuan tried his best to endure it and not laugh too loudly. Standing next to him, he suddenly felt refreshed.

At this moment, Manjusri's legs suddenly became weak and he collapsed directly on the auspicious clouds.

"Brother!" Puxian hurried over and helped Manjusri up. The cold ghost body in his hands made him feel uncomfortable and speechless.

"It doesn't matter." Manjusri was already dying, but he gritted his teeth and comforted Samantabhadra.

His face was pale and exhausted, like a dying old man, suffering from his last days.

"I am now in the form of a ghost. I will naturally become weak when eroded by the sun. I can just wait until I earn merit to repair my physical body in the future."

Manjusri's voice is very clear, but the creatures present are all above the realm of immortals, so naturally they can hear it clearly.

Especially the pharmacist, when he heard this, he almost went berserk on the spot, staring at the figure with blazing eyes, and roaring madly in his heart.

"This bitch wants to have sex for free again!"

Manjusri is a role model who is determined to restore the Gengdu Mountains. He devoted all his efforts to the West and is the most respected existence in the hearts of all living beings.

Now that his life is in danger, how can the West look on with cold eyes and chill the hearts of everyone?

As for earning merit in the future, that’s all just talk.

First, looking at his shaky appearance, how can he survive until the future?

Second, the Eight Treasures Merit Pool is exposed in broad daylight, and what is in full bloom is Western merit.

Thirdly, in full view of the public, Saint Zhunti had just shown his compassionate heart, how could he face death by refusing to save himself?

Sure enough, Zhunti said with a face like a spring breeze: "Samantabhadra, don't worry, Venerable Manjushri has worked hard and made great achievements. Now that there are difficulties, I, the West, will naturally do my best. There is a huge amount of merit stored in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, which can help Venerable Manjushri reshape his gold."

Body!"

"Thank you, saint." Puxian burst into tears of gratitude. He was about to help Manjusri go to Mount Sumeru, but he stopped him.

"Ahem, Puxian, you can stay here and continue to choose a dojo. I can go there myself." After saying that, he jumped off the cloud head stubbornly and staggered towards the top of Mount Sumeru.

"Lord Manjusri!" Lou Shan's old face was full of worry, fearing that Manjusri would fall and follow him closely.

Seeing this, other creatures followed Manjusri tacitly and spontaneously protected him.

Witnessing Manjusri's rebirth and feeling the pure true meaning of being born toward death in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool is much more real than watching the enfeoffment dojo here.

The disciples of the three religions all understood it tacitly, and watched Manjusri go away, and Samantabhadra was relieved.

Zhunti suffered a secret loss, but was helpless.

But after he thought for a moment, he laughed with interest.

"Junior brother, aren't you angry?" Jie Yin asked with some confusion.

"Senior brother, you look down on me." Zhunti's expression returned to normal, and he whispered to Jieyin.

"Whether he suffers a loss or is plotted against, Manjusri is always my Western venerable, and he is not an outsider. He arranges plans to lure sentient beings to restore the farming and reading plains. After the deed is completed, he will at least help you and me repay half of the debts owed to heaven. Such tricks are in

It's hard for me to do it when I'm at my peak, so why can't I give him some merit?"

"It's good if you can understand." Jie Yin twisted the treasure pillar, his voice was as warm as spring, his eyes fell on the pharmacist, and he felt a little disappointed suddenly.

"Oh, ordinary children share farm work and are rewarded with cakes and candies, not to mention Manjusri who is contributing to the West. Our disciples have been comfortable for too long. They only look at their own boundaries but do not know the vastness of the world. I hope they can learn from it.

Wake up and stop fighting among yourself."

At this time, someone was very unhappy.

Ma Yuan.

He looked at the back of Manjusri leading all living beings and leaving in a mighty manner, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

He wanted to roar, to shout, to call them all back.

"Don't go, you haven't condemned Samantabhadra yet, why are you just targeting me?"

"Manjusri, can't you just hold on for a while? It's abominable to fall down as soon as you say you're going to fall."

"Oh my God, the rest of us don't like to talk."

Those who follow Manjusri are ordinary creatures. They live unrestrained lives and do things based on their own preferences, so they speak as they please.

The number of creatures left behind is still huge, but they are all official disciples of Chan Jiao, Jie Jiao and the West.

Chan Jiao and Jie Jiao were new arrivals, they were confused and didn’t understand anything, so naturally they didn’t speak casually.

The Western venerables pride themselves on their loftiness and have many followers, but they are organized and disciplined. They stand respectfully behind without even making a small move.

Ma Yuan was filled with grief and anger, and he sat on the auspicious clouds without tears.

No one knew what he was thinking, and all eyes were focused on Samantabhadra.

Puxian was standing next to the scroll, picking and choosing, and suddenly pointed at a certain place and said, "Sage, please ask for the white sand ocean."

"Okay."

Poof!

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Oh my god, Venerable Ma Yuan vomited blood and fell from the clouds."

……

Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

The warm and bright sunshine is scattered here, and the gems reflect the magnificent colorful colors.

There is a lotus-shaped light with a golden base and a white belly, suspended in the mid-air, constantly rising and falling. Tens of thousands of round and huge transparent beads surround the light and flow slowly according to the movement of the stars in the sky.

The water in the pool is clear and pure, permeating with majestic aura, turning into strange phenomena such as birds and animals.

The green lion stood next to the pool, watching Manjusri's figure approaching from far away, and knelt down on the ground with great respect.

"Master, you are back."

Manjusri patted his head and stepped into the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

He sat cross-legged and invoked the Vajra Prajna Sutra to restore his physical body.

Ripples, with Manjusri as the center, are constantly rippling in the pool water.

The vitality surges endlessly like the Milky Way pouring back, suddenly washing into the body of the ghost. Countless flesh buds appear out of thin air and entwine with each other, condensing the body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only now did Manjusri have the energy to check his own situation.

His situation is not good, to be precise, it is very bad.

In the world of the heavens, the aura is still rich and majestic, but the world between heaven and earth seems particularly false, like a handicraft made of colored paper.
To be continued...