I have a role in the heavens

In the Chenghuang Temple, a down-and-out scholar was telling stories about myths and legends to a group of children.

"But the Jiuhua Emperor descended on the clouds and said that this monster was his gatekeeper beast and had sneaked into the lower realm. He also asked a few nobles to take him back to the cave and discipline him strictly!"

The scholar's face was withered and yellow, and he pretended to look at the group of naughty children in front of him. He stopped here and said to these children.

"Okay, if you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation."

The children were all disappointed, but they also knew that the scholar would not talk anymore. Only one urchin asked a question that he did not understand.

"Sir, is it true that monsters from the gods and bodhisattva's family only need to be strictly disciplined if they eat people, and other monsters will be killed?"

The scholar was stunned, not knowing how to answer. After telling stories for so many years, this was the first time he was questioned like this. He was a little confused for a moment, but after listening to the child's words, he felt something he had never felt before in his heart. Indeed, As the child said, monsters with backers will still be forgiven even if they commit sins.

Children are innocent and uncontaminated by worldly affairs. They see the problems that adults take for granted. Just as the scholar was about to explain, he suddenly heard the loud sound of water and the huge movement of the embankment collapsing.

The river rolled and flowed eastward, passing through the mountains and plains thousands of miles away. The embankment in front was washed away by the river, and the white waves smashed the water gate. It poured into a city, swept away many people, and turned the prosperous world into a water town. There are tragedies of families being broken up and people being killed everywhere. Fathers lose their sons, wives lose their husbands, children lose their mothers. The atmosphere of grief and despair condenses into dark clouds, covering the sun, strong winds roll up, and the waves are ruthless.

One after another, the escaping lights stand in mid-air. The exterior scenes of this place are either rescuing people, retreating water, or repairing the forbidden laws of the city. Each of them stirs up the heaven and earth, showing extraordinary power.

Wow! The water surged, and a woman struggled in the turbid flood water, holding a wooden basin with both hands. In the basin was a crying baby under one year old.

The flood became more and more rapid, and the waves came one after another. The woman gradually became unable to support her body, her body became heavier, and she was getting cold. She was about to drag the tub down and make it overturn.

The woman gritted her teeth. Motherly love is great, and she pushed the wooden basin away with all her strength. Her longing eyes were swallowed up by the flood. There was only one thought in her mind, hoping that the strong men on the high-altitude exterior scene would rescue her child as soon as possible.

Such tragedies happened in many places submerged by floods. Although there were many powerful people in the exterior scene and the control range was wide, they could rescue many victims at one time. However, due to the lack of treasures and equipment that could hold people, it was difficult to take care of all the people at the same time, resulting in heavy casualties!

A man in a broad robe and long sleeves took a deep breath in the exterior scene. Seeing this tragic scene, his own Hou Tu Dharma appeared behind him. He clenched his fists, gathered all his strength, and struck down fiercely in the air.

boom! The fist absorbed Wuji's energy, became bigger and bigger, and hit the embankment hard, cutting off part of the surging flood. The earth squirmed and rose rapidly, not only repairing the collapsed parts, but also climbing up, trying to block the flow of water.

"No, why are there floods in this season?"

Jiang Zhiwei had doubts in her heart, took a step forward, and appeared high in the city from thousands of miles away. At this moment, the flood suddenly surged, the waves parted, and a monster dozens of feet long emerged. It had a body like a snake, four legs, and a small horn on its head, just like a dragon!

The dragon's mouth opened, and the water surged into the air, turning into a whirlpool, trying to swallow up the exterior scene of the wide robe and large sleeves alive. It turned out to be a big monster causing trouble!

Jiang Zhiwei suddenly felt enlightened. She waved her left hand and opened her cuffs. The sky and the earth suddenly became dark. The victims of the flood flew up one after another and threw their sleeves into their robes. All the land submerged by the flood was left except for the dragon.

Seeing the power of Qiankun in his sleeves, Jiaolong knew something was wrong. He twisted his huge body and tried to escape deep into the river.

Jiang Zhiwei held the White Rainbow Sun Sword in her right hand and slashed it down gently. The sword's light was bright and the sword separated the river, trapping the dragon firmly in it.

boom!

Jiaolong just entered the water, but found that the river parted, revealing the riverbed at the bottom of the river. He hit the ground with his head, feeling dizzy, and then felt the void surrounding him layer upon layer, like a cage and shackles, weighing him down and making him breathless. Come on, I tried all my strength and used many magical powers, but I couldn't break free.

"Great Immortal, Great Immortal, have mercy on me!"

Jiaolong rolled his eyes and suddenly acted like he was begging for mercy. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. He was no match for the handsome Confucian scholar who appeared in front of him. In order to prepare to save his own life, he naturally needed to follow the procedures and move out of his background to pass the exam.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at the mess in the city below and felt that many lives had been lost. Her pretty face was extremely gloomy, her starry eyes glowed with cold light, and she said coldly with murderous intent.

"When these innocent people begged for their lives, you didn't seem to listen."

Jiaolong heard that Jiang Zhiwei had strong murderous intentions and knew that begging for mercy was useless. He snorted coldly and said confidently and forcefully.

"I am the mount of the Great Wisdom Monk of Hanchan Temple. I sneaked out of the temple while he was in seclusion, and that is why I accidentally caused this mistake. To deal with me, the law enforcement monk of Hanchan Temple has come forward to deal with me. There is no need for you to step in and do it for me. Do you want to offend Hanchan Temple? "

"The Great Wisdom Holy Monk is a disciple of Maitreya Buddha and one of the four great holy monks in the real world. If you want to kill me, you must carefully consider the consequences!"

Jiaolong secretly crushed a collar and conveyed the news without any fear on his face. He glared at Jiang Zhiwei with lantern-sized eyes, as if the other party was the culprit of the flood disaster.

Jiang Zhiwei smiled coldly, with a sinister expression on her pretty face, and scolded angrily.

"Buddha Maitreya is the Buddha who saves the world and is compassionate. How can he support you, a monster who harms the world?"

Seeing that Jiang Zhiwei's will was firm and unshakable, Jiaolong couldn't help but shuddered in his heart and said hurriedly.

"Buddha Maitreya doesn't care, but the Great Wisdom Sage does. The last time I sneaked into the world of mortals, my blood was worthless. He also took me back. It was just a punishment for me to face the wall and think about it for hundreds of years. You, you, what do you want to do?" What?"

Jiang Zhiwei was too lazy to listen anymore and planned to take action. She clenched the sword in her hand to kill this sinful dragon and seek justice for the innocent people.

At this moment, the glazed Buddha's light flashed in the void, and a white lotus flower stood out, slowly bloomed, and turned into a lotus platform. On top of it sat a young novice monk with red lips and white teeth, but with a strong aura.

As soon as the young novice appeared, he stopped Jiang Zhiwei's move and shouted loudly.

“Please be kind to the donor!”

Seeing the little novice, Jiaolong pretended to cry bitterly and complained to the little novice.

"Senior Brother Haijing, save me quickly! He wants to kill me!"

The little novice monk Haijing's face darkened, he pointed at Zeguo below and scolded this evil dragon.

"Look at the good things you have done, and how many sins you have carried on your body. It is difficult to make up for it this time. The poor monk will not be able to let you go first!"

After pretending to scold Jiaolong, the little novice turned to look at Jiang Zhiwei, sighed, and said helplessly.

"This benefactor, it is the mount of the great and wise holy monk of Hanchan Temple. It was a demon king who caused trouble in the past. His wild nature is difficult to tame, so he made many mistakes. Alas, it was also Hanchan Temple's lax discipline and the poor monk's sins that led to his death. He sneaked out of the temple, please give him to a poor monk, take him back to the temple, and discipline him strictly so that he will not dare to do evil again."

"Just strict discipline? Did this person die in vain?"

After the flood receded, Jiang Zhiwei pointed expressionlessly at the mess below, with countless casualties and human tragedies.

The young novice monk Haijing recited Amitabha and sighed with compassion and solemnity.

"The deceased has passed away, but it is still a living creature. How can the donor take a life out of revenge?"

"We, Hanchan Temple, should hold a water and land ceremony here to save those who died in vain and allow them to enter the Pure Land early. And it will also perform good deeds and make up for its sins with a useful body. Isn't this better than killing it directly?"

"That's right!"

Jiaolong nodded frequently with a proud smile on his face, thinking to himself that Senior Brother Haijing was indeed sharp-tongued.

Jiang Zhiwei pondered for a moment, seemed to be compromising, her attitude softened a lot, and she asked hesitantly.

"Isn't this the first time it has escaped from the temple?"

"Yes, it is Hanchan Temple's fault. I will discipline you strictly in the future."

Haijing admitted frankly and repeated the tone just now, as if strict discipline could be used instead.

Jiang Zhi suddenly showed a smile, bright and bright, but with endless chill. She clenched the magic weapon in her hand, slashed it out, and shouted loudly.

"The evil dragon has appeared again and again, and many innocent lives have died miserably. The sins are serious. Since you Hanchan Temple can't teach well, I'll discipline them for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the void cage around the dragon suddenly shrank, and countless small and bright sword lights shone, slashing the huge body of the dragon, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, thousands of cuts, Lingchi torture,

"Ah, help..."

Jiaolong only had time to shout out, before the layers of flesh and blood had been cut clean. The blood spilled to the bottom of the river, leaving only a white skeleton, suffering from all kinds of pain and torture. The residual obsession echoed, with disbelief and horror. .

"He actually doesn't give face to Hanchan Temple at all! If he doesn't give face to Hanchan Temple, he doesn't give face to the holy monk Dazhi. If he doesn't give face to the holy monk Dazhi, he doesn't give face to Maitreya Buddha!"

The little novice monk's eyes narrowed into a slit, with a cold light flashing. He glanced at the dragon's bones and stared at Jiang Zhiwei. The evil energy gathered and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became very heavy. He took action half a beat too late and failed to stop it in time. There were ripples, and the fire of anger was born, and he said with an extremely cold voice.

"You are so cruel and you don't have any compassion at all!"

"It has become dead. If I recite the salvation scriptures a few more times and do more good deeds for it, won't it be able to make up for it? Isn't it the same compassion?"

There was a sarcastic smile on Jiang Zhiwei's pretty face, she clenched the hilt of the sword tightly with her fingers, taunting the little novice in a sinister manner, and used her spear to attack her shield.

Haijing was suddenly speechless. He was unable to refute because of Jiang Zhiwei's words. He raised his finger and pointed at Jiang Zhiwei, as if you were making trouble unreasonably.

"Could it be that the young master wants to punish me? How can you avenge a living life for the dead?"

The sarcasm in Jiang Zhiwei's eyes became even more intense. She stared at the little novice monk Haijing with a half-smile, feeling extremely disgusted in her heart. Such sophistry could actually come from the mouth of a compassionate monk. What kind of practice do they practice? Buddha, what path do you practice?

The good sutras that are compassionate and save all sentient beings have been distorted by them and have become a protective umbrella and amulet for certain demons and people!

The little novice monk calmed down his emotions and became solemn. He looked at Jiang Zhiwei with a solemn expression and said righteously.

"The donor is too murderous and likes to fight violence with violence. Why not go back to Hanchan Temple with the poor monk and face the wall for ten years to dispel this hostility?"

The young novice monk changed his strategy. Seeing that he could not defeat Jiang Zhiwei, he wanted to take him back to Hanchan Temple and suppress him. This is a typical example of showing off his muscles and wanting to be strong.

Jiang Zhi shook her head and smiled, seeing the flood receding, her sleeves and robes opened, and figures flying out and falling lightly in the city. She did not dare to go to Hanchan Temple alone, who knew what kind of revenge she would encounter, she said in a deep voice.

"My little master is in trouble. There is a saying in Buddhism: saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! You see, I have saved so many lives. I don’t know how many pagodas protect me and dispel the hostility. Why do I still need to go to Hanchan Temple?" Facing the wall?"

"Strong words!"

Hai Jing's face was cold and gloomy, he dismissed Jiang Zhiwei's words and scolded him.

"My strong words are no match for you, little master. I'm too lazy to argue with you, so just let it go!"

Jiang Zhiwei looked slightly cold, glanced at the unreasonable little novice monk, transformed into an escape light, protected by divine weapons, and left the place in an instant.

The little novice monk Haijing was about to make a move and wanted to stop Jiang Zhiwei, but he remembered that Jiang Zhiwei had easily killed the dragon. He knew that his strength was not as good as Jiang Zhiwei's, so his face changed gloomily for a while, and he left in anger.

On this day, Jiang Zhiwei was flying in the void, and the light was shining. Suddenly, her heart moved. She stopped, looked around, and felt a faint sense of danger. She took a step back, and one step was a thousand miles away.

Seven monks appeared in front of them. The leader was Hai Jing. The remaining six monks had glazed skin. They were either Arhats or Bodhisattvas. They had great strength and powerful aura. They were blocking Jiang Zhiwei's path. They were coming from bad intentions.

"The great and wise holy monk asked the benefactor to go back to Hanchan Temple to talk."

Each of the six Bodhisattvas and Arhats opened their right hands, holding a fragment of a golden talisman in their palms. Each fragment had a word written in Sanskrit:

"Om!"

"Well!"

"Woolen cloth!"

"Bah!"

"mum!"

"Hum!"

"Mantra?!"

Jiang Zhiwei felt awe-struck in her heart. She didn't expect that the Hanchan Temple was actually so big. One of them sank to the bottom of the sea, and she felt that something was wrong.

Six Sanskrit characters light up at the same time, blooming with immeasurable pure light, and floating with many golden ten thousand-character Buddha seals. In the pure light, the character "Om" suddenly transformed into a golden-white Buddha, sitting cross-legged in lotus position, with all the beautiful appearances, wearing a five-Buddha crown on his head, and his whole body decorated with necklaces and jewels. He held the index finger of his left hand in his right hand and placed it on his chest. , forming the wisdom fist seal, the light of the Buddha behind the head is shaped like a pure moon, perfect and flawless, shining all over the heaven and earth, just like the shadow of the Great Sun Tathagata.

The remaining five Sanskrit inscriptions also manifest the Buddha's figure respectively. One is blue in color, clear with glass, and has the seal of the Immovable King in his hands. Buddha and I are not two, and have surrendered for three generations. This is the Eastern Akho Buddha. One has a golden body, with his left hand clenching his fist, and his right hand spread out. , drooping naturally, with five fingers stretched, forming the wish seal, it is the Tathagata of the South. One statue is iron-green in color. The left hand holds the corner of the clothes, and the right hand is raised in front of the body, shoulder-to-shoulder and outward, like pushing a door, but the fingers are naturally relaxed, It is the Tathagata Achievement of the North who is bound by the fearless seal. He has a golden body with immeasurable light and is tied on a nine-grade lotus platform. His perfection is immeasurable. He is Amitabha Buddha, the Lord of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in the West.

The last word "Hum" turned into the appearance of a huge golden Buddha, whose face was blurred. Depending on the person, it was full of indescribable and indescribable feelings. It seemed to be the Tathagata Buddha who was the master of Lingshan in the past and suppressed the Great Sage Qitian. , the writer of the six-character mantra, the creator of Tathagata's divine palm, the only transcendent person in heaven and earth who has achieved the Tao and Fruition!

The six phantoms of the Buddha, each according to their position, surrounded Jiang Zhiwei in the center. They stretched out their right hands one after another, either using the supreme magical power of the pure land in their palms, or the diamond shining all over, cutting off all the ties, leaving nothing behind, or stretching out the wish seal to pray for universal salvation. All sentient beings may have impermanent behaviors and see the three lives, subtly affecting time, or Nirvana and silence, everything is perfect, or they may enter the dream of concentration and transformation, and the world will be born!

Up and down, left and right, front and back, the six Buddhas opened their lips at the same time, emitting a majestic and solemn sound that shook the void and echoed for eternity.

"Om!"

"Well!"

"Woolen cloth!"

"Bah!"

"mum!"

"Hum!"

The sound shook the true spirit, six different palm prints came together, the pure light merged, the dream universe and the pure land in the palm became one, seeming to be connected into one, suppressing Jiang Zhiwei.

Although Jiang Zhiwei didn't understand what she had that made Maitreya, the future Buddha, covet him and mobilized such a large array, she didn't dare to be careless. As soon as the six Buddhas appeared, she shook her body and transformed into The Supreme Sword Lord has his feet on the earth's fire and wind and water, and carries the weight of the void on his back. Above his head is the Supreme Wuji Qingyun, holding a magic sword.

Qingyun is chaotic, and it seems like a Taoist sitting cross-legged in the depths. There is no top, no bottom, no past and no future. The only thing that defies logic is that it is supreme, supreme and sacred. He is the true Taoist, transformed by the true spirit of Jiang Zhiwei. The essence of the Taishang Sword is that Taishang Taoist's eyes suddenly opened, and the world suddenly became dark, making it difficult for the immeasurable light and perfect light of the six Buddhas to shine through.

Jiang Zhiwei seized this opportunity, and the chaotic light hanging down from Qingyun merged into the white rainbow penetrating the sun sword. She took a step forward suddenly, and the sword light suddenly slashed out, gently floating, hazy, and merged with the prominent illusory long river, majestic He slashed forward, slashed towards the back, and slashed towards every Buddha, completely violating the normal rules of sword use.

Wherever the sword light went, everything suddenly slowed down. There were slight leaks in the seals of the six Buddhas before they were completely encircled. A glimmer of hope emerged. This is the mystery of the Seven Swords of Jie Tian. Jiang Zhiwei seized the opportunity and jumped , blended into the fleeting gap, and escaped from the suppressive range of the six-character mantra.

The escaping light broke out of the barrier made of golden swastikas. Before Jiang Zhiwei could have any other thoughts, she saw a great Bodhisattva sitting in the white clouds, whose body was as clear as the pure moon. He seemed to be the Great Wise Monk. He spoke with a smile on his lips, always filled with joy.

"Donor, please wait."

Before he finished speaking, the right hand of the wise monk was already under the head cover. Jiang Zhiwei suddenly felt that the world around him had changed. There were pools of merit and bodhi trees everywhere, and white lotus flowers everywhere. They were holy and pure.

Jiang Zhiwei's consciousness unfolded, but before she could move, she saw white lotus blossoms blooming and turning into lotus pedestals. On each lotus pedestal, there was the same clear and pure Bodhisattva sitting cross-legged, making a grand and ethereal sound from his mouth.

"Flowers bloom and meet me!"

At this time, Jiang Zhiwei's heart moved, and she looked behind her with her consciousness. She saw white lotus flowers surrounding a majestic Mount Sumeru. On the top of the mountain, there was a fat golden Buddha with a smile sitting upright. The thumb and index finger of his right hand were connected, making a gesture of holding a flower. , smiled.

"I've seen him!"