The Bukong Mountain assigned to He Xie is located among the peaks of Lingshan Mountain. It is inconspicuous. On the peak, the flowers and grasses compete with each other, and a temple rises from the ground. It is also golden and luxurious.
One hundred monks had already greeted the host at the door. They were all disciples assigned to He Xie by Western religions. When they saw He Xie, they called him "venerable" and were very respectful.
The plaque on the temple door is empty, obviously waiting for He Xie to nominate him personally.
He Xie thought for a while, summoned the Erlong Sword, and used the skill of sword control to carve the three characters "Buzheng Temple" on the plaque, and couldn't help but grin.
"Congratulations to the Venerable Master for opening a mountain and establishing a temple!" A hundred monks shouted in unison.
"There's a reward!" He Xie was in a good mood. He took out a box of gold bars from his Sumeru Ring and motioned to the nearby monks to distribute them.
In the next few hours, He Xie reorganized the internal affairs of Buzheng Temple, appointed several deacons and intellectuals, established rules in the temple, and appointed two young monks with red lips and white teeth as his attendants.
After a lot of work, He Xie began to retreat in the clean Zen room.
He did not rush to practice, but went through the whole thing from beginning to end, analyzing every detail in detail, and secretly noted down anything inappropriate or doubtful in his mind. This process lasted for nearly a day, thinking
He Xie's brain was about to explode before he stopped.
This is a dangerous world. Today, He Xie is walking a tightrope among several giants. If he is not careful, he will be doomed. He must plan every step of his journey and try not to leave any loopholes or loopholes.
Then, He Xie took out the golden light armor, and his spiritual consciousness invaded it. Suddenly, a series of formulas poured into his mind. This was the method of refining this magic weapon and its magical effects.
He Xie checked it carefully, and couldn't help showing a strange look on his face, his expression was gloomy and uncertain.
This Buddha - are you sure he didn't do it on purpose?
First of all, there is no doubt that this is a good treasure, but this treasure has two magical uses. One is in its primary form, turning into a shield to resist all magical powers and attacks; the other is turned into a tortoise shell to cover itself, which can be said to be terrible.
Avoid all methods.
To put it more bluntly, this thing will really turn into a turtle shell, and after activation, the limbs and head must be retracted into the turtle shell to achieve the ultimate defensive state.
I'm a great swordsman, what's the point of giving me a turtle shell?
The painting style doesn’t match!
He Xie felt a little entangled in his heart, but in fact it was just awkward.
This treasure must be refined and used. After all, having it is equivalent to having an extra life-saving trump card, although it is a bit wretched and ugly.
He Xie secretly swore in his heart that if he ever saw this golden light armor in its complete form, he would kill him to death and leave no one alive.
Otherwise, if he is called "Turtle Arhat" or "Senior Shrunken Head" in the end, will he still be alive?
bring it on!
He Xie started refining according to the instructions.
There is no time in the mountains, half a year flies by in the blink of an eye.
He Xie refined the golden light armor three months ago and now continues to practice and consolidate his realm.
Thanks to the fact that his fruition status has not been integrated with himself, his subsequent cultivation gains are not based on the fruition status. When his cultivation has reached this point, every small step he takes requires a huge amount of energy and energy.
Three or five years is considered leisurely.
If it is cultivation, it will take even longer.
On this day, He Xie's practice was interrupted, and the deacon came to report that a distinguished guest had come to visit.
"Taibai Jinxing, the good and evil messenger in heaven?" He Xie was very surprised. Since coming to this world, he has only had contact with some people from Western religions, not even Bodhisattvas and Buddhas. Except for the time when he killed the spider spirit, he could
It is said that he lives in seclusion and simplicity.
He couldn't understand why Taibai Jinxing came directly to his door.
As he kept thinking, He Xie did not neglect and ordered the monks in the temple to open the temple door wide. He also put on his cassock and went out to greet him in person.
As soon as I arrived in the front yard, I saw an old man with long eyebrows and beard standing in front of the door, holding a handle of dust in his hand, stroking his beard and smiling.
He Xie stepped forward quickly, clasped his hands and bowed in obeisance: "The noble envoy from heaven came to our temple, but the poor monk failed to welcome him from far away. It is a sin."
Taibai Jinxing laughed heartily and returned the greeting: "I have heard for a long time that the newly promoted Venerable Jingtan in Lingshan has perfect Buddha nature and perfect enlightenment. Now that I have seen him, I know that the rumors are indeed true. Venerable Bu Zheng has a bright future."
"The noble envoy praises me too much, but the poor monk is too embarrassed to deserve it." He Xie replied, "This humble house is simple and simple. If you don't want to abandon it, please move inside and use some fragrant tea."
"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey." Taibai Jinxing was not polite and walked inside with a smile.
The two of them entered the main hall. The monks served tea and snacks and quickly left behind closed doors.
At first glance, Taibai Jinxing looks like a long-sleeved, graceful and graceful figure with a charming smile. She chats with He Xie from east to west, laughing from time to time.
He Xie didn't bother to guess what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, he just smiled and chatted with him.
After making tea on the fifth day, Taibai Jinxing suddenly sighed and said: "The last time I went to the lower world was a year ago in the year of heaven. At that time, the Buddha's light was shining in Hezhou, Xiniu, and all living beings were healthy. I don't want to come back now, but there are demons running rampant.
It’s really sad that the people are in dire straits.”
He Xie's heart moved, and he secretly came.
Sure enough, Taibai Jinxing continued: "A few days ago, the Emperor Fengdu of the underworld went to the Lingxiao Palace and complained that the ghosts of Xiniu Hezhou in the past century had almost filled the Eighteen Hells. Even the city of Wanshi was overcrowded with ghosts and was unbearable.
Heavy burden. Sir, the west is a pure place, why is it like this?"
He Xie believed that Taibai had no need to lie to him, and from his observation, this was indeed the case.
Every county and mountain in Xiniuhezhou is guarded by demons, some of them are scattered demons, and most of them are disciples of the Western Sect.
These demons usually use any means to obtain incense. Although they are in Samana, they are still murderous and cruel, eating hair and drinking blood, and their true nature is revealed.
Regarding all this, the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Heavenly Kings and Arhats on this Lingshan Mountain seemed to be selectively blind and turned a blind eye.
He Xie asked himself that he was also a cold-blooded and cruel person, but after seeing all kinds of atrocities committed by demons with his own eyes, it was still difficult to contain the murderous desire in his heart.
Let’s not talk about the distant ones, let’s just talk about the seven spider spirits half a year ago. When He Xie entered his cave, he saw with his own eyes several human corpses hanging naked on iron hooks, disemboweled and burned like livestock.
Hair, guts removed.
There is also a plate of steamed human brains, fried human tendons with human oil, grilled human steaks on the stove...
What is simmering in the pot is heart and lung soup.
In such a hellish scene for Shura, He Xie even wanted to catch those seven spider spirits and kill them again.
No one who has lost their humanity will definitely not tolerate this kind of thing happening, but at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, this kind of harm to human beings has become a norm.
The Buddhas on Lingshan Mountain are compassionate and claim to save all sentient beings, but at the foot of Lingshan Mountain is hell. This has to be said to be a kind of irony.
