Chapter 69 My Buddha's Routine is Unique in the World
"The poor monk Dan Ming was born in Yeguo Temple two hundred and nineteen years ago, and he has been the abbot for nine generations.
Now, Yeguo Temple has become a demon temple, which is against the Tathagata's Dharma and should be destroyed in the world.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, we should coexist and die with Yeguo Temple."
"Hey, are you just going to sit down after a disagreement? No way..."
Zhou Yi was about to open his mouth to persuade, but was interrupted by Dan Ming with a smile.
"Fortunately, there are still holy monks in the world. In the future, the holy monks will kill demons and demons, and they may become the target of public criticism.
The poor monk will use his true power to help the holy monk conceal the secrets of heaven and prevent the conspiracy of the young people.
I only hope that the holy monk can survive all the kalpas, revive my Buddha, realize my Tathagata, and save all sentient beings!"
After that, Dan Ming ignored Zhou Yi and raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry.
The earth trembled and reverberated endlessly.
Then, his figure seemed to be stretched out like a beam of light, or like swaying smoke, becoming misty and hazy.
Gradually dissipated under the peach blossom tree.
Boom! A burst of thunder sounded!
The world in the mural began to topple, collapse, and disintegrate.
Mountains, rivers, and long streets were all torn apart, submerged by floods, and gushed out.
…
In the flickering hall, Zhou Yi looked at the faded and peeling murals in silence.
For a long time, I stroked Ye Ma's calf, but it didn't even reach the knee.
"Let's go."
He walked in front of him, and the night horse as huge as an elephant followed silently.
Neither one person nor one horse walked directly out.
Instead, he broke through the flood and walked quietly around the temple.
Just now we turned to somewhere in the southwest corner of the temple, facing the ancient artifact that was mottled and no longer spiritual.
After a long while, Zhou Yi put his hands together and whispered the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, if you can't even be called an eminent monk, then I'm afraid there really are no eminent monks in this world."
"However, if I want to return to secular life, I must obtain the approval of a senior monk."
"In this case, we can only... become a high-ranking monk."
"However, the cultivation of an eminent monk cannot be achieved by just finding someone to trick you."
"Buddhist temples are needed, Buddhist scriptures are needed, believers are needed, fertile land is needed, disciples are needed, the world of mortals is required to sharpen one's temper, one's mind needs to be clear, and there is a need to slay demons and revitalize Buddhism..."
As he spoke, Zhou Yi raised his head and looked faintly at the crescent moon high in the night sky that seemed to be smiling.
"So, if I want to return to secular life, do I have to rebuild Buddhism on my own?
My Buddha's routine is indeed unique and the best in the world.
The young monk admires him."
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The night is long and the mountain road is endless.
Zhuo Mengyuan, Fang Ziqi and other seven people, after parting ways with the farm youths who lived nearby, took the unconscious Zhuo Sanlang and Wei Youniang to look for the Zhuo Mansion guards guarding outside the temple.
Along the way, Zhuo Sanlang and Wei Youniang also woke up briefly, muttering "abbot" in a daze and saying some incomprehensible words.
Several people gradually came to understand that when the two of them were trapped in the mural, they had heard monks shouting about Buddha and chanting sutras, which turned into the power of great wishes and good deeds, which supported them in desperate situations until now.
In all likelihood, it was the abbot Dan Ming who was imprisoned by the scoundrels.
When we arrived at the big tree at the foot of the mountain, we couldn't see anyone.
Zhuo Mengyuan frowned: "Did you remember the wrong place?"
Fang Ziqi circled the big tree twice: "No, I remember this is the tree."
"Did you two ask anyone to follow you?"
"I'm so exhausted, I can't run anymore."
"Don't sit here, there are spirits in this mountain."
"Didn't the holy monk say that you can send someone to pick us up? Why not give it a try?"
When the word "Holy Monk" was heard, the nobles of the county were all in awe.
It seems that these two words contain some kind of indescribable power.
"I come."
Fang Ziqi stood up without hesitation.
He found a tangerine tree by the lake at the foot of the mountain, picked up a pile of stones, took off his belt and tied it up next to the tangerine tree.
Then, he stood up, straightened his clothes, his eyes seemed to be shining with some kind of divine light, then he took a deep breath and struck the orange.
"Yuqing!"
"Yuqing!"
"Yuqing!"
Zhuo Mengyuan, Zhao Haizhou and others accompanied Fang Ziqi and shouted into the lake.
Soon, a "dong" sound came from the bottom of the large lake in the distance, like a response.
Several people looked at each other with surprises on their faces, and they could see strong expectations and a hint of awe in each other's eyes.
Er, a large, exquisite and gorgeous boat sailed out of the night fog.
The sound of sheng, flutes, silk and bamboo floated faintly from the boat, it was melodious and elegant, not like the music played by human instruments.
The giant boat docked on the shore, and a tall warrior in green clothes with arms like two swords jumped out of the boat and invited everyone to get on the boat.
The seven people in the county knew that the other party was not a mortal, but they could barely calm down considering that both the giant boat and the warriors were sent by the handsome and compassionate holy monk.
Several people got on the boat, changed clothes and bathed under the waiters of the maid, had snacks, and rested for a while before entering the main cabin under the guidance of the samurai.
In the center of the cabin, which was as spacious as a palace, stood a middle-aged man in rich robes.
This man was tall and tall, with a dignified appearance, and a slightly yellowish curly beard, which made him look slightly familiar.
Fang Ziqi was the first to react and stepped forward to bow: "Your Excellency, are you not the boatman who sent us to the valley earlier?"
The other people came to their senses one after another and stepped forward to salute.
The Lord of Yuqing no longer tried to hide it, he smiled, brushed his beard and nodded, and returned the greetings one by one. He also chatted with everyone about the recent events in the world, and the conversation was very pleasant and enjoyable.
Tonight, he had originally designated a general to come with his sword to pick him up.
But halfway through the wine, some soldiers came down to report that the nobles from the county had arrived at the lake and were ready to find rocks to knock on oranges.
Lord Yuqing suddenly couldn't sit still.
Although it is only the most superficial river god summoning technique handed down from ancient times, it is not something that these ordinary people should know.
So, he personally sailed here, intending to find out what happened.
While chatting at this time, Lord Yuqing gradually understood what was going on, and couldn't help but feel a little weird and a little bit angry in his heart.
Sure enough, it was the young monk Yichen from Wenhe County who told them.
Doesn't he know that this is the secret technique of the Yuqing lineage?
How ridiculous!
"May I ask Mr. Huang, where is the holy monk now?"
"Yes, the holy monk had a conversation with Huang Gong when he was on the boat. Could it be that he had issued a decree that day to pick us up tonight?"
"Is the Holy Monk Yichen really just playing in the human world?"
"I wonder how many subordinates the holy monk has like Huang Gong?"
Holy monk?
Legal decree?
subordinate?
Oh my! How can this not be true?
Lord Yuqing's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, and his mind was buzzing. He couldn't talk anymore that day.
Damn monk, he is so vindictive. He is not satisfied with getting a piece of fallen armor. He also wants to borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha and ask me to sell favors for him!
He knew clearly that I would definitely send a boat to pick them up tonight, but he made a fool of himself and taught them the summoning technique of the Yuqing River God.
What a slippery little monk!
I don’t know what means were used to confuse this group of secular mortals!
Fortunately, the Ninth Princess didn't have time to elope with this scumbag monk!
"Ahem, everyone, please listen to me. You have all misunderstood. Things are not what you think. That monk is not a holy monk either..."
The leader of the Yuqing Kingdom is trying to clarify the facts and regain the dignity of his majestic river god.
But at this moment, he heard what Fang Ziqi and Zhao Haizhou were talking about in the last sentence, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Wait a minute! What were you two talking about just now... a white horse as huge as an elephant, with fire all over its body, that can pass through the mural?"