Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Nine Since the Buddha is predestined, it should be saved
‘Now Wenhe County, including Guangyuan County, has fallen into the hands of young monks. Is it possible to build a temple here and recruit monks...”
In the small courtyard, after finishing half a day of practicing magic, Zhou Yi played with the leaves of elm leaves and fell into thought.
More than a month ago, during the night interrogation of hundreds of ghosts at the City God's Temple, some foreign ghosts tried to incite a mutiny.
Zhou Yi naturally knew that they came from surrounding counties and were also the eyes and ears sent by the other Netherworld County Lords in Guangyuan County.
He used the shadow-tracing technique with elm leaves to track these ghosts back to the underworld in their respective counties. He was very satisfied with what he saw and heard.
After the Netherworld County Lords learned that the City God of Guangyuan County went to the execution ground in person and had a close relationship with the great king who lived in seclusion in Wenhe County, they all restrained their minions and ambitions, clamped their tails, and did not dare to act rashly again.
At this point, the dust has settled in the underworld of Guangyuan County.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but have some thoughts.
After all, his purpose is just to train a great monk.
It’s just permission to return to secular life.
There may not necessarily be eminent monks in small temples in the county.
But the birth of a truly eminent monk cannot rely solely on a small temple.
He needs to be familiar with Buddhism, know Buddhist scriptures, travel the world, see through the world of mortals, and save the common people.
Today's general environment still doesn't allow it. No matter how powerful his external incarnation is, he is just the city god of a county.
On the Jiannan Road, there are a total of seventeen counties parallel to Guangyuan County, and there are a total of twenty-three counties in the Tang Dynasty in China. This does not include overseas dependent countries, the Western Regions Protectorate and other places.
Therefore, above the Fucheng God, there are also the Daocheng God, the Capital City God... not to mention the executors of the order to kill monks from both the demon and ghost realms, such as the Chaos Dao Alliance.
"So, the answer is... not yet."
Under the strong wind, Zhou Yi faced the sky and sighed softly.
Although his heart is urgent, he also understands that he is not strong enough, and the territory controlled by the incarnation is not broad and solid.
Although he doesn't want to live forever, but the king of the underworld in a mere county is far from becoming a reality.
Perhaps, we have to wait until one day? The underworld and the dead souls in the underworld that I can see? Hundreds of ghosts and monsters? They all bowed towards the south and shouted, "Great King."
At that time, it is the best time to start building temples and train eminent monks.
"Stop, stop? How many dishes are there? It's so crazy."
Zhou Yi lowered his head and laughed at himself.
But I already had concerns in my heart.
First, travel around the world, look for things that are related to Buddhism, and find ways to improve your own Buddhist realm.
Secondly? To rectify the underworld and develop the city god? Try to use the clone to gain a slightly larger territory in the underworld of Buddhism.
Both hands must be grasped, and they must be hard.
The sound of footsteps could be heard in the distance.
Two figures appeared out of thin air in front of Zhou Yi's eyes along with the rhythm of their steps.
The next moment? Zhou Yi was slightly startled.
"Xu Kunhe...that's Kong Dongliu?
Amitabha? What did this young master do? He actually shaved off his hair??"
…
In the small courtyard, Xu Kun and Kong Dongliu stood side by side.
There was a load of souvenirs in front of him, including winter food, as well as skin care products such as lip balm and wax to prevent cracking due to cold and dryness.
The young master took action, and it was definitely a luxury brand from Chang'an. Zhou Yi was indifferent, but the maid on the side was delighted and secretly happy.
Kong Dongliu's father had already completed the task of announcing the decree. After recovering from his illness, he returned home and returned to Chang'an to report on his work.
However, Kong Dongliu tried every means and insisted on staying.
For Zhou Yi, he still said good morning in the morning and greetings in the evening, a small gift every three days, a big gift every fifth day, and insisted on punching in.
Zhou Yi originally estimated that if the weather gets colder in a few days, Cheng Menlixue's drama will begin.
Unexpectedly, I still underestimated Mr. Kong, a troublemaker.
"Master, don't blame Brother Xu, it was his disciples who forced him to come and pay homage!
After that night, the disciple learned from the pain and decided to stay away from women, bid farewell to the world of mortals, and take refuge in my Buddha!
The disciple knows that Master's indifference and ruthlessness over the past month are all testing the disciple's determination!
Therefore, I decided to sharpen my will and eradicate the roots of dust!
I hope Master will take you in!"
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In the small courtyard, Kong Dongliu was kneeling proudly. His bald head was obviously shaved hastily, with patches of green and black patches, and some stray hairs visible to the naked eye.
Beside him, Xu Kun was blushing and embarrassed.
Although he was once recognized as the little bully in Wenhe County, he had done a lot of messy things in the past, but after meeting Kong Dongliu, he realized that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world.
When Kong Dongliu appeared in front of him early this morning, dressed in white, with his head bare, bare feet, hands clasped, and muttering something, he simply became a Buddha.
Under the tree in the courtyard, Xiangzhu rarely and quietly swept the fallen leaves. He stared at his feet without squinting, his cheeks twitching, and he resisted the urge to burst into laughter.
Chen Chi, who was studying at the entrance of the courtyard, would glance at the half-bald young man from the corner of his eyes from time to time, feeling full of surprise in his heart.
Kong Dongliu waited for a long time and saw that the monk closed his eyes and meditated, but did not speak.
His heart skipped a beat, he jumped up, ran to Xiangzhu's side, took the broom, and held it across his chest.
"Today, I will start serving tea and water, doing laundry and sweeping the floor, and serve my master!"
After coming back to her senses, Xiangzhu rolled her eyes and grabbed the broom: "Hey, this is my job. Bald man, you go on your way."
Kong Dongliu looked slightly embarrassed, laughed twice, looked at Chen Chi at the door, and ran over quickly.
Chen Chi, who had always been a little slow, reacted quickly this time. He bent down and covered the book tightly: "Young master, I don't need you to help me read the book."
Kong Dongliu scratched his head again and looked around in the courtyard.
Before he could find his next target.
Zhou Yi's cold voice sounded, "That's enough, Mr. Kong. This small courtyard of the little monk can't accommodate a great god like you. Please come back. Besides, the little monk never likes people with playful smiles and joking around."
Kong Dongliu's body trembled slightly, he turned toward Zhou Yi, made a plop, and knelt down on his knees.
"Disciple is serious! Disciple has decided to give up on women..."
Zhou Yi interrupted calmly: "That's your own business. The monk will not take the blame. Also, if you want to be the ultimate sage, you can enter the palace."
Kong Dongliu was stunned, gritted his teeth, and kowtowed desperately: "This disciple is sincerely converting to Buddhism. For this reason, he has cut off all his hair and cut off his retreat. Please ask the master to take you in!"
After saying that, he stopped talking and banged his head with his head. Within a few blows, his head was bruised and bloody.
Zhou Yi looked at the stubborn Mr. Chang'an in front of him, and the indifference on his face softened slightly.
No matter how hard-hearted, ruthless, and rock-hard he was, he was finally moved when he saw Kong Dongliu's persistence.
More than a month has passed.
Based on Xu Mansion's conditions, everything that should be made up must be made up.
Therefore, this Master Kong should no longer be in "sage mode".
He sincerely worships the Buddha.
It's a pity that I have just established my first small base, and it's not in the human world yet.
The reconstruction of Buddhism is still in its infancy and must be low-key and low-key!
At this time, aristocratic young masters like Kong Dongliu, who were ranked among the top five princes in Chang'an City and below, went to Wenhe County, and after returning, they suddenly burned incense at home and worshiped the Buddha.
The goal is too obvious.
In short... Before you were born, I was born, and I was already old after giving birth to you. It's not that I don't have the Buddha's destiny, but it's not the right time.
But since we have a predestined relationship with Buddha, we should save it.
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name and sighed softly.
"That's all, stop kowtowing and let your tortured head rest. The young monk has something to say to you."