The heavens start from Maoshan

Without waiting for him to speak, Zhang Heng waved his sleeves: "Dream!"

Swish! !

The surrounding scene changed again.

The holy monk Gui Jie looked around, not far away was the gate of the mountain, and beside him stood his younger brother and sister.

"Brother, don't you want to be a monk, we can't bear you."

The holy monk Guijie was in a daze when he heard the cries of his younger brothers and sisters.

boom! !

There was a bang in the mind of the holy monk Guijie.

He remembered that when he was 12 years old, his father was put into corvee labor and had to dig canals.

My father is weak and sick, and his bones have always been bad. If he went to dig a canal, it would be easy to go and difficult to return.

It happened that young novice monks were recruited on the mountain, aged 10 to 12, not to mention food and housing. If someone sent the child there, they would return 600 Wen.

So he gritted his teeth and sold himself to the mountains.

I got six hundred Wen, and asked my younger siblings to take them home, and used the money to exempt my father from corvee, while I stayed on the mountain all my life.

"This is..."

The holy monk Guijie is not Fahai.

He didn't open his heart to Zhang Heng, and Zhang Heng's dream skills were not enough to confuse him, so he quickly came to his senses: "This is a dream!"

The holy monk Guijie was about to break his dream.

The next second, I suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "A Jie!"

"A Jie?"

The holy monk Guijie was stunned for a moment.

Such a familiar name, why does it sound so familiar?

Yes, Li Jie is my common name, my mother always called me A Jie when I was young.

back.

In sight, a woman in her 40s and [-]s came crying and hugged him in her arms.

tick...

Tears hit his face, and the monk Guijie wanted to reach out and push his mother away, but the outstretched hand hesitated in mid-air.

"Ah Jie, why are you so stupid, you became a monk, how can mother still live!"

The mother hugged the holy monk who had returned to robbery, and burst into tears.

The holy monk Guijie's eyes were full of bewilderment, and he said, "Mother, I haven't seen you for 100 years."

After finishing speaking, he sighed again: "Although I know this is a dream and everything is false, I still can't bear you. I sold myself to go up the mountain when I was 12 years old, and then went down the mountain. It has been 20 years since you and my father passed away. My younger brother also left as a soldier, and his whereabouts remain a mystery, while my younger sister married an old man who was eight years older than her. Before she was 30, she was already so skinny that she didn’t look like anyone. These are the regrets of my life.”

"What nonsense, your father borrowed money from Mr. Jin, which can be used to pay off the corvee. You don't have to sell yourself to the monk anymore."

The mother pulled the Guijie monk back and said, "Come home with me."

The holy monk Guijie hesitated a little, but finally nodded: "Okay, let's go home."

Step by step, the holy monk Guijie followed his mother towards home.

When I got home, I saw that my father had already borrowed the money.

There is peace again in the oppressed home without corvee.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye, and the holy monk Guijie didn't go to the mountain, nor did he think that it was a dream. He stayed at home wholeheartedly, took his younger siblings to pickle wild vegetables and pickled cucumbers, and then sold these things to the monks on the mountain.

Someone asked him why his pickled wild vegetables and cucumbers were so delicious.

The holy monk Guijie always smiled and said nothing. He sold himself to the mountain at the age of 12 and stayed in the Fire Engineering Institute for six years. Later, he was transferred to the lecture hall because of his ability to pickle cucumbers.

In the blink of an eye, it is a few years.

At the beginning, pickled cucumbers and wild vegetables were sold on the mountain. After saving some money, the holy monk Guijie started a pickle restaurant, and then turned the pickle restaurant into a vegetarian restaurant.

Others' vegetarian dishes are bland and tasteless.

The vegetarian dishes of the holy monk Guijie can make the taste of big fish and meat.

One store, two stores, ten stores.

Guinanlou, a civilization of vegetarian banquets, soon blossomed everywhere, and the life of the Li family became prosperous.

My father became the head of the village, and my mother had more than a dozen people to take care of her.

The younger brother went to school, and although he didn't win the exam, he also spent money to buy a fat job as an eighth-rank supervisor.

The younger sister is even better. She is married to the son of the prefect of Shun'an, and she walks with wind.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spit out.

The holy monk Guijie opened his eyes, and his whole body was limp on the ground like a deflated balloon.

aside.

The holy monk of disaster supported him, with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Junior brother, what kind of magic spell have you fallen into to make you like this?"

The holy monk Guijie shook his head: "It was I who broke my Buddha heart and forcibly stayed in the dream, not blaming others."

The holy monk who returned home did not understand what he meant.

The holy monk Guijie said with a smile: "I have a deficiency in my heart, and I have never been able to overcome it. Today I face up to my original heart, and I have a dream, and I have no regrets!"

Done.

A ray of spiritual light flew out from the top of his head and went straight into the nine heavens.

The Holy Monk Guinan hurriedly checked, and saw that the Holy Monk Guijie had passed away, and there was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Chapter 2 Twenty: Silky

"died?"

Zhang Heng was stunned.

I know that Zen Master Gui Jie is a first-class master in the world, it is easy to disturb his mind with dreams, but it is very difficult to kill him in dreams.

His dream technique has not yet been completed, so it stands to reason that it does not have such great power.

But Zen Master Gui Jie died. What's the situation, the old monk's silver spear and wax head are useless, or is it that his dream skills have increased again?

"People who are not strong-minded or have shortcomings are most likely to be restrained by dreams. The old monk has a lack of state of mind."

Zhang Heng wanted to understand what was going on.

Dream art can make people face their hearts.

Speaking of sinking, if you have no desires or desires, you will not sink into dreams.

Apply the next game template.

'You are attacked by Zhang Heng's dream technique. "

'If the willpower is lower than 30, you will be forced to sink and never wake up again. "

'If the inner regret value is greater than 50, it will trigger the world-weary effect: [Music in the dream, don't think about it. ] You will not want to wake up. "

'Dao heart value greater than 80 will not be affected. "

'Willpower greater than 80 is not affected. "

'"The priority of this judgment is high, and it is not affected by low- and middle-class spirit protection, body protection, soul protection treasures and spells."

Everything in the world belongs to it.

This genus is the genus of belonging, the genus of attributes.

There will also be mutual generation and restraint between spells.

Among the Buddha's voice and Dao's voice, there are spells that can restrain dream spells.

Take the great sun lotus flower and lion's roar seal as an example, this seal can alert the mind and frighten the soul, and those who fall into a dream can wake up soon after being roared by it.

Therefore, it is very difficult to eat all over the world with just a certain spell and one trick.

Take Journey to the West as an example.

Journey to the West No.70 three chapters: Love is poisoned by old hatred, and the heart is destroyed by evil spirits.

In this episode, a fairy named Baiyan Mojun appeared. This fairy is the senior brother of the seven spider spirits in Pansidong.

What about combat power?

The great sage is radiant and strong, while the demon is courageous.

Holding a sword in his hand, he fought with Sun Wukong ten times before falling down, thinking to himself: "This monkey is so powerful, I really want to lose him by two points just based on martial arts."

Needless to say, a monster who can fight the great sage well.

Zhang Heng thought, if the Great Sage is compared to Guan Yu in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, then the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord must at least be at the level of Zhang Yun.

This level is not low. According to this calculation, the Bull Demon King can be regarded as Zhang Liao.

But what about the result.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon King saw that he could not defeat the Great Sage, so he showed his Hundred-Eyes and used his natal magical power of golden light and yellow mist.

The golden light is bright and the yellow mist is dense.

The Great Sage opened his fiery eyes, but felt pain in both eyes, and could not distinguish north from south, east from east.

Wanting to escape, the golden light shrouded him like a golden bell, and all the rays of light came at him. The great sage who hit him was impatient, his muscles were numb, his body was in pain, and his bones were exhausted. He could only turn into a pangolin and dig a hole to escape. After the birth day, I felt helpless, so I could only sit on the ground and cry bitterly.

Look at it this way.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch is powerful, with a fresh move, the great sage who beat him lost all his will to fight again.

But as soon as the soldiers are moved, please come to the old mother Pilan Po Bodhisattva, the old mother of Uori Xingjun [the priesthood is: Sichen Xiaoxiao, one of the 28 constellations, the rooster god], use the sun golden needles that Uori Xingjun practiced from the eyes , Breaking the spell of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch in one stroke.

Why is this so, chickens eat centipedes, it is only right and proper.

So Zhang Heng knew very well that although the dream technique was good, it was not worth indulging in.

Don't just think that you can be invincible just because you have learned two powerful spells.

It must be known that a strong man has a strong man, and every mountain is still as high as another.

Those great immortals who know two powerful spells, are not considered powerful, and have no shortcomings, are really happy and free.

"Fahai, I think you are also a member of the Buddhist sect. I didn't want to hurt your life. Now you and others have caused my junior brother to die in vain. The friendship between the four great bodhisattvas cannot be taken into account today."

Seeing that Gui Jie dies, Zen Master dies.

Zen Master Gui Nan blushed, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Set up the formation, the wisdom sword cuts the heart!"

Manjusri Bodhisattva is known as the Great Wisdom Bodhisattva.

Its image is riding a green lion and holding a sword of wisdom.

This sword can cut off all troubles in the heart, and can also cut off all suffering in the world. It is a four-kill sword that kills the heart, nature, spirit, and thought. It is both compassionate and cruel.

The Great Formation of Wisdom Sword Slashing the Heart, according to legend, was taught by the Bodhisattva himself, and it is the great formation for protecting the mountain.

This order was issued, and all the monks responded in unison, forming wisdom seals with one hand and sword fingers with the other.

"Great Power Heavenly Dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha."

Fa Hai also knew that Zen Master Gui Nan was going to be serious, so he hurriedly activated the little purgatory. For a while, red lotus blossoms fell from the sky to the world, and the water of the underworld was surging on the ground.

"cut!"

A huge sword crossed Purgatory, and the light of the sword split into two slashes towards Fa Hai and Zhang Heng respectively.

"Good come!"

Zhang Heng flipped his hands.

Heart like dual screen, there Chien knot.