The first cause of all realms

Chapter 646 Buddha, Dragon Slaying!
Lanke Mountain is tall and majestic, looking at it from a distance, it looks like the ridge of the sky.

But it is not just a mountain, but a mountain range, stretching for an unknown amount, and there are countless temples in it.

The ancestral land of Zen Buddhism is Dachan Temple, but for thousands of years, Lanke Temple has the most incense, the most believers, the most temples, and the most monks.

At this moment, just before dawn, the night is gloomy, there is no moon, only a little bit of starlight, the huge Lanke mountain range, like a giant beast with countless tentacles, mysterious and dangerous.

At the top of the mountain, there is an ancient temple, a giant Buddha, and an old bodhi tree.

In addition, there is an old monk and a young monk.

The old monk was wearing a gray robe with a sad face, and the young monk was wearing a moon-white robe. In the night wind, both of them were looking at the mountain.

"30 years ago, Xu Wenji wrote a letter to govern the country, and the court was shaken. The peerless general, Zhao Wang Zhang Xuanba of the Western Mansion led the army,

Zen Master Guangjue was defeated and almost collapsed, so he had to hand in the subduing magic pestle, and hand over all the fields, gold and silver, and tenants..."

Looking down at the disrepaired or collapsed temples in the mountains, the old monk's face became more and more sad:
"In the past 30 years, sixty-seven out of ten temples in Lanke Mountain have been abandoned, and they are still decreasing year by year..."

Speaking of this, Hui'an let out a long sigh:
"You have been looking for a long time, but can you count how many temples there are in Mount Lanke?"

"The disciples are not counted."

Su Ming clasped his hands together and replied calmly:
"But it should be no less than [-] rooms..."

Huian looked sideways:

"Then you are here?"

"Look at people."

"Watch people?"

Hui'an was startled, and then looked down the mountain.

In the night, there are countless black spots in the mountains and forests, and they are heading towards the temples all over the mountains. As these black spots move, candles are lit in each temple.

"It's just some pilgrims, what's so good about it?"

Hui'an was a little taken aback.

Pilgrims, in fact, are the believers at the foot of the mountain. Every day before dawn, they will go back and forth to many temples in the mountains, bring incense candles and ingredients, and replace many monks to light candles, burn incense, carry water, cook, clean, and do laundry...

However, this has been a tradition that has lasted for thousands of years, and it is like this every day, rain or shine, so much so that he did not expect that the 'Buddha son' he accepted was watching these.

"Lanke Temple is located, and there is no one in the nearby mountains lower than a thousand feet. An ordinary believer who has no martial arts and has to carry a heavy burden, going back and forth, with quick legs and feet, who knows the way, probably takes a day and a night..."

Su Ming said softly.

"I never noticed that."

Hui'an shook her head slightly, but said in a deep voice:

"Su Ming, you are now a disciple of my Lanke Temple. It is the right way to chant scriptures and worship Zen, to teach scriptures and to practice martial arts. Don't pay attention to small things."

As he said that, Xu was afraid that he would think wildly, so he added another sentence:
"These pilgrims are all good believers in my Buddhist sect. This is their wish and their livelihood. Don't let your imagination run wild..."

"Master said, this disciple understands that these pilgrims make a living from this. If there is no such a livelihood, maybe the whole family will lose their livelihood, it's just..."

Su Ming sighed:

"It's just that I really don't understand why the monks in the temple are full of energy and strong, but why do they even have to do small things like lighting candles, burning incense, carrying water, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry."

From Qingzhou to Lanke Temple, he walked for six years. During the six years, he saw the lawlessness of officials, the robbery of the strong Liang, and the death of someone who sold his body to bury his father in the wilderness.

This was a miserable world that he had never heard of or seen before leaving Heishan City.

The further he walked, the more confused he became.

He originally thought that Lanke Temple would be relieved when he came to this holy place of Buddhism, but what he saw and heard was completely different from what he thought in his heart.

Mount Lanke is high, majestic and beautiful, among which there are thousands of magnificent temples, thousands of Buddha statues, or white stone carvings, or clay sculptures plated with gold, which is magnificent...

Tens of thousands of monks live on the high mountain, chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha, participating in Zen and practicing martial arts. The momentum is huge, just like the scene of a holy place.

But in the mountains and below the mountains, there are hundreds of thousands, millions of peasants who work day and night to provide for them with flesh and blood. For generations, they are called believers, but they are actually serfs.

There are also great monks who enjoy themselves wantonly, worshiping Buddha and preaching scriptures during the day, and consecrating and consecrating their sons at night.

Under the solemnity, Nurgle hides filth...

"you……"

Hui'an heard the meaning of his words, wanted to scold him angrily, but thinking about his current status, the anger disappeared, and sighed:

"Participating in Zen and paying homage to the Buddha is a major event. If you stick to trivial matters, you will inevitably get dusty. Moreover, believers are willing to get close to the Buddha's land. How can we stop it?"

"Amitabha."

Put your palms together and recite the Buddha's name, Su Ming is noncommittal.

"Zen Master Guangjue appointed you as a disciple of the Buddha and poured his heart and soul into it. Now, the Buddha's meeting is coming soon, so don't talk nonsense and make people taboo."

Xu felt that what he said was a bit heavy, and Hui An added another sentence:
"If you feel that this matter is inappropriate, you can discuss it with the Great Chan Master in private after the Buddhist meeting. At this moment, stick to your heart and never be impulsive."

"Originally..."

Su Ming murmured, with shame on his face:

"You are right, disciple, you should stick to your heart..."

"Um?!"

Hui An was nodding, but suddenly realized something was wrong:
"You, what are you going to do?!"

"Master, you know that Jialan is the guardian god of Buddhism, but do you know what kind of law Jialan protects?"

A faint golden light overflowed from Su Ming's body, soft but strong, it pushed the old monk Hui'an ten feet away, and the moon-white monk's clothes fluttered in the strong wind.

"Su Ming, don't make mistakes!"

Hui'an's face suddenly changed.

He raised his breath and charged, but he couldn't get rid of the 'Great Vajra Power' in front of him, so he had to sternly reprimand him.

"Jalan is the god who protects the Dharma, and the Bodhisattva with an iron face and selflessness..."

In the tide of golden light, Su Ming's original dignity was dispelled by his angry eyes. He looked at the dark mountain nest, at the temple lit by candles:
"Ask me Buddha, today there are evil spirits polluting my Buddha land, corrupting my Buddhist teachings, distorting scriptures, stealing temples, and deceiving believers, what should I do..."

"Su Ming don't..."

Hui An's eyes were about to split open, and his voice became hoarse.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that this disciple who had followed him ignorantly for more than ten years had already become an existence that he could not even fathom.

He regretted greatly in his heart, but he couldn't stop it at all, but he could only watch the golden light rushing backward like a waterfall, turning into thunder and roaring, tearing up the night and echoing in the mountains:
"Subduing the devil!"

"Subduing the devil!"

"Subduing the devil!"

……

……

Call ~
When he opened his eyes, he was still in a closed wooden house. When he closed his eyes, the first thing that emerged was still the boundless sea of ​​stars. In the dark, he could perceive the star that corresponded to him.

Just wait for yourself to wipe it carefully and polish it slowly before it can be ignited.

"Fate map!"

After more than a year of searching, he finally found it today. Yang Qiu couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help but think of his old man.

The old man's unusual luck made him puzzled.

He himself has six purple lives, and he doesn't have such amazing luck...

As his thoughts turned, he began to think about the old man.

The old man is content with the status quo, and he is not very diligent in practicing martial arts, let alone the mysterious and mysterious way of immortality. What he has done these years, related to his rank, seems to be creating people...

and many more!

"The Dao fruit of the old man is Yu Yin! Creating a human seems to be in line with his supernatural powers, and..."

Yang Jue's eyes suddenly lit up:
"The fire dragon, the sun's refined iron, the three killings of scattered people, and even the first broken knife, this seems to be the shadow of the old man?!"

This thought flashed by, and he couldn't help but shudder, thinking of something, he turned back and took out the picture of the clear water and cold pool from the mustard space.

There was no response to his message, as if at the other end of the picture scroll, the Taiyi Sect had really cut off the inheritance.

"Is it really broken?"

A touch of regret flashed across his heart, and Yang Jue's gaze swept away, and he had already found what he wanted.

From Xu Shengyang, Xu Pingsheng to Gan Shanyue at the end, most of their messages were about venting their unspeakable emotions when they went out, but among them, naturally, some experience in practice was also indispensable.

What he found at this time was the conversation between Xu Shengyang and Lu Sheng.

【That monkey is really ferocious. I still remember that when we first met it, it was just an ignorant and fierce little hozen. Unexpectedly, it has grown to such a degree in a short period of time...】

[He acts violently and flamboyantly, but this is precisely the proof that he has no distracting thoughts and is in line with his own rank and supernatural power. Those who always practice the Tao will naturally get the fruit of the shortcut.

This is the essence of Immortal Dao, you are not ignorant]

[Having said that, I still feel envious.Like a monkey, the Three Altars Sea Meeting, along the way, is extremely dangerous, but words and deeds can be short-cut, a year of practice may be better than you and me for a hundred years]

【Practice the way and get the fruit. They have this kind of heart, so they will always be disadvantaged.You and I have thousands of worries, even if we force ourselves to pretend and act, it will not be the right way after all]

【You can act for a day, but you can't act every day...】

……

When I first saw this passage, Yang Ji couldn't understand it very much, but after getting some insights left by many supernatural power masters in the fate map, I figured out a little flavor.

"Without distracting thoughts, in line with one's own rank...Practice the way, get fruit...Deduce, pretend..."

"Fit, fit..."

After chewing on the conversation between the two, and comparing it with the old man, Yang Qiu came to an astonishing conclusion.

"Words and deeds in line with one's own rank, supernatural powers, are the true meaning of immortal cultivation?!"

Yang Qiu didn't know whether this conclusion was correct, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, but he changed his mind and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Kuixing is the god of catching ghosts and subduing demons, but in this world, how can there be ghosts and demons?
After the death of Duan Qilong and others, it was the soul that was taken away by him, and the only thing he had ever come into contact with, which was related to the devil, seemed to be only Qi Gang...

"I have the dragon-slaying skill, but there are no dragons in the world?"

The excitement subsided, and Yang Ju put away the map of the clear water and cold pool.

His mind was a little distracted, he took out the black iron broad beans to swallow, and at the same time took out the black stones in the mustard space to absorb them, and practiced the Yuan Magnetic True Body Art.

In the next few days, Yang Ju didn't go out again, and practiced quietly. Soon, it was the day to fight Qi Daoguang in Vietnam.

　The two-hour power outage in the early morning killed me, but fortunately, I got out of a chapter. Next, I have to speed up the progress!

　
(End of this chapter)