Chapter Five Hundred and Two Thousands of Miles of Sky, Sword Qi Vertically and Horizontally
Wutai Mountain is a towering peak in the mountains of Sichuan, and the temple is built halfway up the mountain.
It is a pure place of Buddhism, far away from the world of mortals. There are many monks, some who practice Buddhism and some who practice Buddhism.
In the first twenty years, those who practice Buddhism have profound magical powers. In the next twenty years, those who practice Buddhism have vast supernatural powers. The various reasons are simple and clear, and it is all up to the monks' own choice.
In the final analysis, it lies in the word "quiet".
But in the past few days, people on Mount Wutai have been a little restless, mainly because of the smell of meat coming from the Sutra Pavilion from time to time, which made the monk very hungry.
Not only that, Master Zunsheng, the abbot, has also been acting strangely recently. He strictly forbids his disciples from approaching the Sutra Pavilion. When ordinary people asked again, he scolded him with a straight face, saying that it was not the taste of greed, but the taste of Zen.
"Monks don't tell lies, how can the abbot tell lies with his mouth open? Junior brother, you grew up in the mountains and don't know what the smell is. I am different. When I was ten years old, I worshiped at the mountain gate and knew that it was the smell of meat.
There is someone eating soy sauce elbow in the Sutra Pavilion."
“What is sauce elbow?”
"Hiss Liu~~"
"Senior brother, don't just swallow your saliva. Is the braised pork elbow delicious?"
"It's not a question of whether it tastes good or not, it's the kind of...forget it, Buddha says it's unspeakable, senior brother can't harm you."
"I understand, it must taste great."
"Junior brother realized it on his own, but I didn't say anything."
"Come to think of it, who broke the precepts in the Sutra Pavilion? The abbot has been mysterious lately. Could it be him..."
"Junior brother, please be careful. If the abbot hears this, neither you nor I will be able to reap the rewards."
"Alas, the abbot has so much food to eat, but you and I can't even eat the good fruit. This Buddha is really unmotivated in his cultivation."
"That's not true. Just being vegetarian can make you energetic!"
"..."
The monks were talking secretly. Zun Sheng heard it and was anxious in his heart, but he had no choice but to pick a few and throw them into the solitary room.
Paper couldn't cover the fire, so he secretly brought meat into the mountains, knowing that sooner or later it would be exposed. What's more, the paper had never been wrapped in fire, for fear that the fire wouldn't burn strong enough, so he touched a layer of meat oil on the paper before burning it.
Every time the devil from outside the territory opens the doors and windows to eat meat, there is no wind outlet and a forced air outlet is built. The strong wind blows the aroma of the meat far away, so that every time it is meal time, there are many people who spontaneously sweep the floor near the Sutra Pavilion.
Monk.
Even if you can't eat it, it's good to smell it.
"The destruction of Mount Wutai is all the fault of the poor monk. The poor monk committed a heinous crime."
At noon, Zun Sheng quickly walked back and forth up and down the mountain. With a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper in his sleeve, he opened the door of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.
On the second floor, there are bookshelves scattered all over the place. The classic secret books that were originally neatly arranged are now being read everywhere. Liao Wenjie sat beside the desk and quickly flipped through a book of martial arts.
"It turns out that the master is here. What's for this meal? What new tricks did he give me?" Liao Wenjie didn't even raise his head, waved his hand to sweep open a row of windows on the wall.
Zun Sheng's eyes twitched, and he silently took out the roast chicken from his sleeve robe and placed it on the table.
Then I saw that the ancient Buddhist scriptures that I had specially placed in a conspicuous place were not moving. Instead, the secrets of the exercises had been read over and over. I couldn't bear it, so I persuaded him kindly: "Sir, all the exercises come from Buddhist scriptures, like yours."
The unwise behavior of buying a coffin for a pearl is really a matter of discarding the fundamentals and seeking the last.”
"It makes sense, but everyone has different pursuits. What you said is of no use to me."
Liao Wenjie quickly flipped through a secret book, held his hand horizontally in the air, and made a series of palm shadows: "You may not believe it, but I have heard the secrets of the Buddhist scriptures several times. Master Guanyin personally told me about the ten days and ten nights of Buddhism.
I have been exposed to too many things, and if I continue to study them in depth, I will become a Buddha."
Zun Sheng ignored it and just thought Liao Wenjie was bragging. He closed all the windows and pretended not to know: "It's strange. There is such a strong gust of evil wind. It can't disturb the purity of Buddhism."
"Master, don't play riddles here, and don't struggle. If you can close the window, I can tear down the wall. I am an alien demon, and I have no bottom line in what I do."
Liao Wenjie waved his hand and swept open a row of windows again. While eating roast chicken, he flipped through the martial arts classics with greasy hands and said irritating words: "The wind blows and the flag moves. It's neither the wind nor the flag."
, The reason why they can't keep their minds is not because the taste is greedy, but because their own minds are confused, what do you think, master?"
Zun Sheng: "..."
I think if I can't defeat you, how can I allow you to talk nonsense here?
"Master, I've said it before, you have been planted with inner demons by me, and you can't hide your thoughts from me. So next time you say something bad, don't hide it. It's stingy. It would be better to say it directly."
With that said, Liao Wenjie hooked his hand towards Zunsheng: "Don't be stunned, you should know that when I reach my realm, eating and drinking no longer matter to me. This roast chicken is bought to share with you."
"..."
"Eat it, didn't you chew yesterday's soy pork elbow until your mouth is full of oil?"
"No, poor monk. His face was full of tears."
Zun Sheng immediately blushed. He was threatened by the devil to break the precepts in order to guard the mountain gate. He was conflicted in his heart, and his merits are immeasurable. Therefore, it should not be considered as breaking the precepts...
should!
"Yes, yes, tears of dissatisfaction flowed from the corners of my mouth..."
Liao Wenjie chuckled, suddenly thought of something, and said dissatisfiedly: "I have been living in Mount Wutai for three days. There are beauties we promised, why don't you go down the mountain and grab some for me?"
This is too much!
Zun Sheng waved his sleeves angrily: "I'm sorry for your incompetence, but if you mention this matter again, I will crash to death..."
"After you die, I will strip off your clothes, throw the body into Yihongyuan, and announce to the outside world that the abbot of Mount Wutai died in the wind, making this ancient temple infamous overnight."
"..."
"Why are you still standing there in a daze? The devil is as tall as the Taoist. You can't beat me. Come on, I'll give you this chicken ass!"
"..."
Zun Sheng looked up to the sky and sighed loudly and shouted the Buddha's name: "This poor monk is incompetent, and he will break the precepts again today."
"It's just that you are obsessed with it. As long as you think that if you don't eat it, others will eat it. If you eat this chicken and you can transcend it, then there will be no psychological burden."
Liao Wenjie was talking about the fallacy of subduing the dragon, but Zun Sheng couldn't listen to a word of it. He suppressed the chill in his heart and swallowed the fishy food in one gulp.
"Does it smell good?"
"The stench is extremely bad."
"Hey, your words make the chicken die worthless. You are not a good monk."
…
Here, the two of them were eating chicken on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Over there, a few uninvited novice monks were sweeping the fallen leaves outside the Sutra Pavilion with brooms.
No, the fallen leaves have been swept away, they are cleaning up the floating dust.
Seeing this, Zun Sheng cried out again and again. The dust on his face was swept away, and the dust in his heart was covered with a thick layer. He really didn't know what to say.
At this moment, a monk quickly came to the Sutra Pavilion and was about to break in. Thinking of Zun Sheng's prohibition, he had to stop: "Abbott, Emeishan has sent a letter, which was personally written by the head Taoist priest Baimei.
Written by.”
"I see."
Zun Sheng secretly said that what was supposed to come would eventually come. He pointed a golden light and summoned a letter from the direction of the Main Hall. He spread it out in front of him and read it word by word.
Snapped!
Liao Wenjie raised his hand to push Zun Sheng away, and was about to raise his hand to get the letter. He thought that his hands were greasy from roast chicken and it would be rude to read people's letters, so he grabbed Zun Sheng's sleeve and wiped it back and forth several times.
After a while, he read the letter and threw it to Zun Sheng.
The latter didn't say anything, and didn't dare to say anything. He picked up the letter and read it. In fact, Zun Sheng was secretly happy that he could keep the devil in the Sutra Pavilion.
"Old Monster Youquan has been making frequent moves recently, and he seems to be planning to attack Mount Emei in advance. This time the demonic path is rampant and the righteous path has been suppressed. My heart aches. Master, do you have any good ideas?" Liao Wenjie said worriedly.
"..."
Zun Sheng was speechless and kept cursing at himself. What evil had he done that made the Buddha send such a demon to torture him?
Is it possible that he is the reincarnation of a wicked man from nine generations?
"Master, the letter contains a lot of nonsense. Who is the old monster from Youquan?"
"Youquan is a giant of the devil. He is sinister and vicious, and has done countless evil things." Zun Sheng explained.
"Really or not, can he be worse than me?"
"Big, it's probably possible."
Zun Sheng wiped the sweat from his bald head and secretly said that he is indeed a devil, the angle of competition and comparison is so alien.
Then, Zun Sheng talked about the achievements of the Youquan Blood Demon. Originally, there was no such thing as good or evil among the cultivators in Shu. With more people, different positions, and more grievances, there was naturally a distinction between good and evil.
All practitioners must pay attention to complying with destiny, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and cultivating their minds and deeds in order to pursue the path of immortality.
Over time, a group of heterogeneous monks felt that serious practice was too oppressive, so they went against the will of heaven and took other people's luck and luck, and even felt complacent about entering the devil's path.
Among them, there is the old monster from Youquan.
Thousands of years before the old monster Youquan became famous, he was surrounded and suppressed by the right way several times. He destroyed Huashan five hundred years ago and Kunlun two hundred years ago. He used evil means to enslave the souls of monks and strengthened himself step by step. Now he has single-handedly challenged Emei. Strength.
"It's so awesome!"
Liao Wenjie nodded repeatedly when he heard this and said in dissatisfaction: "No, I, Yan Chixia, pride myself on being no weaker than anyone else in my evil deeds throughout my life. I will never be compared to Youquan. Today I will exterminate the entire family in Wutai Mountain to prove the immortal power of the demon from outside the territory."
"..."
"Of course, it's not impossible to discuss. Master, if you go to the Emei Sect to steal some appearance symbols, and send top-notch female disciples to the Cangjing Pavilion, you can allow me to endure Youquan for a while longer."
Liao Wenjie said with a serious face: "Don't worry, I'm just sleeping. I won't use them as a furnace. If you get tired of them, send them back. It won't stain your reputation of Mount Wutai."
"Your Excellency, you are joking. If this is the case, it would not be a pity if Wutai Mountain was destroyed." Zun Sheng turned around and left. His mentality collapsed and he looked away unexpectedly.
Usually before leaving the Sutra Pavilion, he would deliberately wipe off the smell of meat on his body, but today he didn't even bother to cover it up. Even if a few monks sweeping the floor cast resentful glances at him, he glared back angrily.
Yes, I eat alone, and I still eat very deliciously, but I am the abbot, what can you do to me?
Not convinced?
Hold it in!
Liao Wenjie looked at the departing figure and gave a thumbs up. It was him as expected. He had trained a great monk so quickly. With such great achievements, it would be unreasonable not to give him a golden lotus when he meets the Buddha next time.
Also, the Buddhist side sent an eminent monk as a gift, and the Taoist side cannot favor one over the other.
Liao Wenjie looked in the direction of the Golden Summit of Emei. He would move to Mount Emei after he finished looking through the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in Mount Wutai. He heard that the female monks in this world chose Taoist companions for their carelessness and looked down upon sex.
He doesn't believe it unless the other party proves it with actual actions. If the facts prove that he is indeed wrong, he is willing to bow his head and apologize.
Zun Sheng left the Sutra Pavilion, ordered people to ring the golden bell, summoned the monks in Wutai Mountain, and wrote sutras blessed by Buddhism all over the mountain.
In terms of hard power, he knows that he is no match for Baimei, and Mount Wutai is far inferior to Mount Emei. The old monster from Youquan has reappeared after dormant for two hundred years, and his goal is to take Mount Emei. He will definitely not bluff. Faced with such a powerful enemy, Mount Wutai must
Be prepared to avoid regrets when disaster strikes.
As for the extraterrestrial demons who live in the Sutra Pavilion, Zun Sheng has no choice. He can join forces with other righteous ways to fight against the catastrophe of the old monster Youquan, but he has no countermeasures for the calamity of inner demons. He silently prays to the Buddha to show mercy and don't let the two demons.
The headache occurred on the same day.
…
That night, the black wind stirred up the waves, causing waves in the sea of clouds in Shu. A black mist came from the north and manifested into a skull as big as a mountain range.
People with intensive care disorders should use caution.
This skull, which is as big as a mountain, is made up of densely packed skulls. Each one has been engraved with demonic magic by the old monster Youquan and refined into a magical weapon that is like an incarnation outside the body.
Although it is not of the highest grade, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. When countless skulls are pieced together, the black wind that blows up is enough to shake the world.
Mount Emei, the sky is thousands of miles long, and the sword energy is everywhere.
The leader, Bai Mei Zhenren, appointed his first disciple Dan Chenzi as the vanguard to prevent the old monster from Youquan from committing another murderous crime, and also enlisted the help of Xuantian Zong, the only remaining disciple of Kunlun.
Dan Chenzi has the magic weapon 'Tianlong Slash', while Xuantian Zong holds the Kunlun sect's mountain-holding magic weapon 'Sun and Moon Golden Wheel'. Both of them are good at attacking and defending, and have strong magic power.
Then they were taken care of by Youquan.
Although Dan Chenzi and Xuantian Sect did not repel the old monster of Youquan, they still blocked it for a moment. Bai Mei summoned his disciples and led the two swords of Tianlei. The Seven Sons of Yunzhong and three hundred disciples with advanced cultivation defeated the demons.
The battle between good and evil is tonight.
When Emei's Golden Summit people left their houses empty and there were only a few gatekeepers, Liao Wenjie stepped out and appeared on Mount Emei where the golden light never burns out day and night.
He walked a few steps quickly and slapped the disciple on guard in front on the shoulder: "Junior brother, I have been practicing in seclusion for many days. I just heard the news. When I opened my eyes, everyone was gone. But what happened?"
"It's something big. Grandmaster is taking everyone there...wait, who are you?"
"It's me. Junior brother, why don't you even remember me?"
Liao Wenjie looked unhappy and said angrily: "Last time I said a few nice words for you in front of the Patriarch, but in the end you don't even remember who I am. You really piss me off."
"Ah this..."
The disciple blinked, slapped his head, and said honestly: "Look at my memory, it turns out it was my senior brother who was in front of me. No wonder, I've been training my brain stupidly lately."
"Well, I can see that you are indeed a bit stupid."
After saying that, Liao Wenjie's eyes widened and a red light flashed: "Junior brother, where are all the good things in Emei? If it's not troublesome, please show me the way."
"Yes, no trouble, senior brother, please come here."