Chapter 25: Gurgling Golden Lotus Stream in the Alpine Mountains
The sharp blade turned into bubbles and disappeared, and Jin Chanzi said with twinkling eyes.
"My Taoist friends care about the West, why bother pretending to be ignorant? Wouldn't it be better to be honest with me?"
Manjusri paused and looked at Jin Chanzi: "I can't protect myself from the calamity. I just want to get through it safely and don't want to cause trouble for myself..."
Jin Chanzi stopped Manjusri's words and stretched out her hand to signal him to sit down and talk.
Manjusri sat on the back of the turtle again and heard the sigh of the golden cicada: "Manjusri, you have wisdom and understanding, but you are defeated by the structure of your heart. You have the courage to give up your practice and start over, but you dare not take drastic measures.
I have to find a new way and stare at my own one-third of an acre of land all day long. How is this different from before?"
"I know what you are worried about. You are afraid of attracting the saint's thunderous wrath. You are afraid that your realm is too low and you will be suppressed everywhere. You are afraid of being pushed out of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation to die, hahaha." Jin Chanzi shook his head with a wry smile and patted Manjusri.
shoulders. "You worry too much."
"What do you think the Two Saints of the West do? They sit quietly on Mount Sumeru, waiting for you to surrender, and hide in the corner to calculate the victory or defeat? No, every fellow sect who cares about the West will be protected, and their talents will be allowed to flourish.
, abilities and ideas will bloom freely in the West, not to mention your destiny of great wisdom."
"There are two saints in front of you supporting, inspiring, and looking forward to it. All eyes are on you, so you can fly high. You must have confidence and energy in your heart, and I, the glow on the wings, can make you fly higher.
Farther."
Jin Chanzi showed the majesty and indifference of a superior, and extended his left palm to Manjusri.
"The overall situation has been decided, do fellow Taoists still hesitate?"
Manjusri raised his brows, with a smile in his eyes, and stretched out his right palm to pat him over.
"Good!"
At dawn the next day, Jin Chanzi left Ermu Mountain.
Winning Manjusri into his camp is the biggest gain from this trip to the East.
What Buddhism emphasizes is great perseverance, great wisdom, and great opportunity, but those with perseverance are all living beings in this ancient world, and those with good fortune are those who are famous for their merit. Only those with great wisdom can fight both sides in the whirlpool of struggle and seize countless opportunities.<
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What's more, if Westerners become Buddhists in the future, they can only enter Mount Sumeru if they are enlightened by the light of wisdom.
Winning over this person will give you an advantage.
Jin Chanzi has a decisive character and never makes empty promises. He left two treasures to Manjusri, a green bamboo and a relic, as a sign of win over.
The slightly moist green bamboo exudes a special fragrance, which penetrates into Manjusri's nose faintly.
This kind of fragrance is elegant and quiet. When you smell it carefully, the freshness of the vegetation slowly penetrates.
"The frost is flowing in the sky and the winter wind is blowing, and the phoenix chicks are floating in the blue sky under the bamboo. Could it be the cut-blue diabolo!" Manjusri's eyes were full of expectation, and he tempered his spiritual power with his fingertips and tapped lightly on the bamboo joints.
Buzz~The surface of the green bamboo is blooming with lavender light.
"It is indeed it." Manjusri's eyes were bright and he gently peeled off the outer shell of the green bamboo.
The Luojiadong Diabolo is the sixth slender and hollow section from bottom to top. The aura condenses into a purple crystal stone inside, which can be used to seal spells and pass them on.
The emerald green bamboo was peeled off by Manjusri and scattered dust like fireworks, revealing the purple crystal stone wrapped inside.
The crystal is so bright that it feels cool to the touch when Manjusri holds it on his fingertips. After gently crushing it, it turns into smoke and goes into the seven orifices.
Spell-Check Luck.
In the heavens, the pearly brilliance of dawn flows, and the endless gray aura appears out of thin air.
The green grass is shady and windless, and the gray breath condenses into a 100-meter-long winding path, appearing in the west of the grassland.
Manjusri's robes swayed, and his eyes suddenly turned azure, like water ripples quietly filling the corners of his eyes, making them look particularly mysterious.
Rumble~
He looked up at the sky, and suddenly wind and clouds surged around him, and the sound of flowing river came from the void.
Waves of fairy music sounded from the void, and the soft murmur turned into arms, gently blocking Manjusri's shoulders.
Tall mountains suddenly appeared, exotic flowers and plants bloomed, ancient trees and vines grew wildly, and it was full of spring.
The green bamboo is as bright as jasper and grows at the foot of the mountain. It is three feet high and pure and flawless. At the top of the mountain lies a strong golden bull that keeps chewing and often exudes a rich white air from its nose.
The stream gurgled like a silver jade belt, winding down the mountainside, and the crabs, jellyfish, and toads inside were jumping for joy.
Inside the mountain, the golden nine-grade lotus blooms quietly, and the petals of illusions form a surging ocean, full of auspiciousness and blessings.
Manjusri narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the magnificent mountain scenery above his head.
This is his luck.
The high mountain is the transformation of Wutai Mountain, the dojo, which symbolizes Manjusri's long luck. He stands firm in the wind and waves like a mountain. The plants and flowers on the mountain represent his long life and upright manhood.
The golden bull lying on the top of the mountain was transformed by his disciple Jin Zha. The gesture of chewing back is to repay Manjusri's teaching kindness. The misty white air is the destiny of heaven.
Now, Jin Zha is fighting in Xiqi, and the evolution of his luck is not obvious. In the future, when Jiang Ziya divides the gods and Jinniu's luck is turbulent and treacherous, that will be the true revenge of his master.
As for the creek, it was transformed into a cold wave bottle, corresponding to the three groups of the sorrow toad, blue and white crab, and pink crystal jellyfish that Manjusri currently raises.
"The Mingzhizhu and Qingzhou are dead objects that cannot produce luck. The ten thousand poisonous seahorses are enslaved spirits and will not manifest into luck phenomena in the mountains. Those fairy music sound full of warmth and joy, symbolizing my
Now my heart is focused on the West and the other party has responded. There are two roots of green bamboo luck, but the one was used by the tiger, and the nine-grade golden lotus~"
Manjusri looked at the nine-grade golden lotus inside the mountain, feeling a little melancholy.
This should be Zhunti's handiwork.
The methods of the wise saint are mysterious and unpredictable, how can he prevent them?
Manjusri stepped off the turtle's back, and the money turtle immediately rolled over and turned into a skinny old man, bowing to him with a smile.
"My lord."
Manjusri nodded, suddenly reacted, and stared at Jiang Han. "Are you an informant from the West?"
"Sir, you are indeed smart." Jiang Han quickly knelt on the ground respectfully, "During the Lich Tribulation Period, the old man was cared for by the Saint before he could stand out in the Demon Court. After the Saint attained enlightenment, he followed the example of Patriarch Sunlight."
Sunlight Bodhisattva, the left side attendant of the Medicine Buddha Glazed Buddha, the supreme Bodhisattva of the Glazed Heavens, whose dharma name is Sunlight Shining All Over.
Manjusri sneered, and there was a frightened look in Sunlight Bodhisattva's eyes.
"It turns out it's him."
Jiang Han's face is full of flattery, flattery and flattery, without any trace of the charm of the great Zhidao demon in the past.
"Sir, I have been rooted in the East for thousands of years, and I can find out every little bit of news. As long as it is useful, you can just give me your orders."
Manjusri gently played with the relic, his eyes filled with the misty scenery of Ermu Mountain.
"Help me investigate a Demon Court general, his life story, hobbies, interests, and rumors."
"My lord, please tell me your name. I will do my best."