On a special day, there was a saying:

There are thousands of postures, the first one is contraception, if the movements are not standardized, there will be half as many relatives.

When Xiao Bailong followed Jin Chanzi, he discovered another truth:

There are thousands of postures, the first one to be beaten, no matter how standardized the movements are, will make the relatives shed tears.

He felt that he would never see his father, queen and queen.

That poor monk is a devil.

He always turns into his original form, and then transforms into countless dragon shadows, flying around, matching the shape.

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The point is, that look is extremely shameful.

Xiao Bailong protested, obviously there are dragons in Buddhism, why should he be used?

Protests are ineffective and practice becomes more severe.

There are many aspects that Jin Chanzi studies, such as how the virtual reality of Tianlong changes, how to most effectively stimulate the vitality of heaven and earth, how to be the most handsome when flying out, how to be the most handsome when flying out, how to be the most handsome when flying out...

As a result, Xiao Bailong's work burden became very heavy.

Fortunately, at this time, the monster clan that slapped him before reached out to help.

Like a ray of light, piercing the dark world and falling down.

Little White Dragon wants to cry.

But I'm afraid of crying.

Finally, I was so tired that I curled up under a tree and fell asleep, snoring and snoring.

Huang Shang and Jin Chanzi were not tired. One was on the tree and the other was under the tree. They looked at the bright moon in the sky and felt that the moonlight tonight was so beautiful.

One has a three-piece alchemy furnace set, and the other has a naughty concave shape.

Huang Shang leaned against the tree trunk, took out a gourd he picked casually, and took a sip of the wine brought from the Wuji Kingdom: "It's a pity that you are a monk and follow the rules. By the way, were you in Lingshan when you were born?"

Jin Chanzi nodded slightly: "When I had spiritual wisdom, I was on the Bodhi tree..."

Sakyamuni became a Buddha under the Bodhi tree, and the Bodhi tree became a sacred tree in Buddhism. The golden cicada was transformed from a golden cicada on the tree, and he worshiped the Tathagata and became his second disciple.

Just as Confucius had three thousand disciples and seventy-two sages, Tathagata Buddha had many disciples and had ten main disciples.

In the world of Journey to the West, in addition to Jin Chanzi, there are also two other characters who appear, namely Gaye and Ananda.

Kassapa is Maha Kassapa, the great disciple of the Tathagata, and Ananda is Ananda, the seventh disciple of the Tathagata. These two are the ones who asked Monk Tang for "personnel affairs" and gave them to the Wordless Sutra after they failed.

, vividly and vividly expresses a truth that should not be passed down lightly.

Many truths can be deciphered from this, and the Tathagata also recognized the mystery, and also proved to the world that our Buddhism is definitely not a double standard.

You see, for ordinary people, we have to charge money, but for Tang Sanzang, a super pious Buddhist disciple, we still charge money.

Isn’t such a consistent standard worthy of love?

Love it, love it.

However, from the conversation, Huang Shang discovered that Jin Chanzi was somewhat dissatisfied with the situation of secular Buddhism.

As Di Yong said at that time, many monasteries in the world were burning names and colors to raise money and food in order to prosper their temples. There was not a single truly enlightened monk, which was really unbearable.

Jin Chanzi walked around, and was very angry at first. He kept arguing with the mortal monks, which made them unable to lift their heads, but it had no effect.

When the discussion on the Dharma failed, the monks did not make him change his past mistakes, they just avoided him and deceived him.

Gradually, Jin Chanzi became calm and free, and began to look for the answer behind it.

Why did Xiniu Hezhou, managed by Buddhism, become like this?

In addition to the spiritual mountain, can the true Pure Land Buddha's light shine on the world?

Huang Shang knew very well that he couldn't take the photo.

Where there is darkness, there is light; where there is black, there is white.

If everyone lives in a paradise world, then the paradise world will no longer be bliss.

It is precisely because people all over the world are suffering that there is a need to spread Buddhism and have pious beliefs.

However, Huang Shang didn't like to talk big truths to his disciples or friends.

For many things, if you are not in the game, you will never feel that way.

What others call consolation is just standing and talking without pain in the back.

The same is true with Buddhism.

So he just listened.

After Jin Chanzi finished speaking, he smiled at him and closed his eyes to sleep.

A monkey is riding on the tree, a dragon is coiled under the tree, and a monk is sitting in front of the tree. Dreams are endless, and stars hang over the plains.

…

A night of silence.

In the early morning of the next day, Xiao Bailong was shaken awake. He felt sore all over his body. He had never slept on such a hard bed, and his body smelled extremely unpleasant. It was like being crushed by dozens of diamonds in turn. Oops.

Oops, turn up the faucet.

In a hazy moment, I saw two figures in the distance. They were squatting by the lake and brushing their teeth. After having breakfast in the air, they came towards here: "Little White Dragon, get ready to fly to Flame Ridge!"

"Fly away...what are you going to do?"

Xiao Bailong suddenly woke up from his sleep. He was asking questions and running, but Jin Chanzi reached out and grabbed him, looked at him and smiled.

After a while, a white dragon flew into the sky, with Jin Chanzi and Huang Shang sitting on the dragon's head.

"Steady, steady!"

"Is the beard just for decoration? It can cover up the strong wind!"

Little White Dragon started work early, and with training, he became a flying dragon mount with tears in his eyes.

Just like that, Huang Shang and Jin Chanzi rode the ten-month-old baby dragon and flew towards the Flame Ridge.

But it was much faster than when we arrived. In less than a day, we reached the border of Flame Ridge.

There were still hundreds of miles to go before I could feel the heat steaming over me, and further in, it was even more unbearably hot.

Then I saw that the sky was all orange-red, and there were faint pillars of fire rising into the sky.

"Almost only the fire element is left in the vitality particles. Is it a desperate situation?"

Huang Shang's eyes narrowed.

The scope of this Flame Ridge is far less than that of the Flame Mountain, which stretches for 80,000 miles, but it has one outstanding point, and that is the concentration of power.

The Flame Mountain stretches too long, which invisibly reduces its power, so that there are people living dozens of miles away.

This flame ridge is only concentrated within a few miles, but the flames are highly concentrated. It is impossible to expect normal living beings to survive in hundreds of miles, let alone tens of miles...

"It's too hot, I can't get close!"

The first one to feel uncomfortable was naturally Xiao Bailong.

The Dragon Clan may not actually be of the water type, but the Dragon Clan in the Four Seas Dragon Palace has been living in the water for thousands of years, and has invisibly moved closer to Squirtle. How can they stand such intense heat?

Huang Shang and Jin Chanzi looked at each other, and they could see three parts of surprise and five parts of solemnity in each other's expressions.

There is something behind this Flame Ridge.

"??The mighty Tianlong,??All phenomena return to the seal,??The eyes of the sky are opened!"

Jin Chanzi's eyes immediately shot out two rays of light, and Xiao Bailong made a shameful pose behind his back, using his clairvoyance, to look into the mountains.

The beam of light shot through the clouds and flames. In Jin Chanzi's eyes, a bit of golden fire was like the rising sun, floating up and down the mountains, whirling and dancing.

In the golden fire, there are twelve giant flaming horses, with hooves like mountains and heads like horned dragons. Their manes of hunting fire fly thousands of miles, roaring and neighing, the sound shaking the world, pulling a golden carriage across the sky.

This scene flashed away, and the next moment the golden fire exploded, expanding into incandescent light, shaped like a celestial pillar, soaring straight into the sky.

Jin Chanzi groaned, feeling that her eyes were extremely sore, her body was shaking, and her tears couldn't stop flowing down.

He immediately closed his eyes, glaze Buddha light spread all over his body, and began to regulate his breathing.

Huang Shang looked solemn when he saw it, and while protecting him, he began to listen.

Nowadays, Jin Chanzi's Daoxing is much more powerful than him. Having learned from the past, he is more cautious and goes deeper slowly, without triggering the counterattack of the ray of light.

"Hey, why does this smell look like Wujueling?"

While Huang Shang listened, he twirled the iron rod refined from Qinyuan's tail thorn in his hand and put it on his shoulder.

This iron rod has not really taken shape yet. After all, the refining time is too short, and he is not a great weapon refiner. He relies solely on the pure energy of the inner elixir to refine it, making it like an incarnation outside the body and like an arm.

In this way, the aura of Qinyuan Demon Saint will remain, and it will be a great opportunity to understand it carefully.

With this foundation, Huang Shang also felt a similar tyrannical aura brewing deep in the Flame Ridge.
To be continued...