Museum of Demons

The mountain gate where the Pure Land Sect is located is located in a gentle place on the mountainside.

Backed by a lush and famous mountain, overlooking the bustling city gradually developed and established in the plain below the mountain, and between this mountain and the bustling city, there is a river meandering through, in the pavilion outside the temple From the platform, looking down, you can see the scene of the river flowing through the city.

The leader of the operation team was a middle-aged man, his ID card was on the table, and he was still a little young in the photo.

It is a child of the Zhang family, Zhang Liling, a direct child of the Tianshi Mansion, who has been down the mountain to slay demons for seventeen years.

Looking at the scenery below, he exclaimed:

The scenery here is pretty good. It makes me want to become a monk after I retire.

The old monk drooped his eyelids and spoke softly:

There is no door for Dharma. If Master Zhang wants to leave Longhu Mountain and come here to become a monk, the poor monk is very welcome.

Zhang Liling laughed, waved his hands, and said:

No, no, no.

If I do this, my old man will be furious. To be honest, he is not very strong. I am not too scared, but I am afraid that the old master will come down the mountain because of his soft ears. Master, can you hold him? No, I’ll come if you can bear it.”

As he spoke, his eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh, and said:

Why don't I just tell Tianshi directly, and you give him a hand? Let me tell you, the old Tianshi has been playing games lately every day, and his ranking has dropped every day. He is almost unable to climb up. He must not play Yes, you have a high level of cultivation and the boundless Dharma, so there must be no problem.

Why don't I match you up, and you always go to Longhu Mountain to try?

Zhang Liling looked sincere.

The old monk was silent for a while, took a sip of tea in embarrassment, and said silently:

Amitabha.

The benefactor is joking, how can the poor monk be able to compare with the heavenly master?

Zhang Liling did not continue this topic, and said with a smile: Master is not poor, how can he be called a 'poor monk'?

I looked at the tea set of the master. It is a treasure in the official kilns of the Song Dynasty. It is not very popular in the world, let alone this set. There are four tea cups, each of which is different. If one is missing, it will be fine. It’s ruined, this set of tea sets should be worth 1.8 million if it’s less, but if it’s too high, it’s useless.”

The old monk said indifferently: This tea set is just a gift from the pilgrim, and the poor monk just uses it. It is no different from an ordinary cup.

The poor monk can enjoy the simple tea and light food, and the rich and prosperous poor monk can also enjoy it, but everything is empty, but it is the benefactor's appearance.

Zhang Liling was full of admiration, and said, Tall, it really is tall.

Then I dropped this cup, Master should just treat it like a spring breeze, right? After all, it's all empty.

He tossed the teacup casually, and saw the flesh on the old monk's cheek twitch.

The cup was thrown up and down several times, but Zhang Liling was always able to borrow it steadily. In the end, he caught the teacup with a smile, stopped throwing it up, and asked casually: Master, how many years have you been on this mountain without going down the mountain? , Now the demons are dancing outside, isn't it the time for Buddhist disciples to subdue demons and eliminate demons? If you don't go down the mountain, when will you wait?

The old monk shook his head and said: The poor monk is naturally also contributing to this matter.

Oh? Why didn't I see it?

The old monk said indifferently: The little benefactor is doing external work, subduing demons and eliminating demons, but the poor monk is practicing karma, chanting Amitabha Buddha thousands of times every day, praying for the blessings of the world, and even practicing asceticism to save the dead. , Letting demons take shape is boundless merit and virtue, and it is the supreme Mahayana.

Zhang Liling paused, not knowing whether it was ridicule or sincerity:

Master really is... the Dharma is profound.

The monk clasped his palms together, answered airtightly, and said: Eight winds can't move you, sit firmly on the lotus platform.

The poor monk has not gone down the mountain for fifty years.

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Zhang Liling was not discouraged, with a smile on his face, he still flirted with the old monk, chatting about things, trying to find out what happened, after drinking a pot of tea, the old monk finally felt a little tired of coping, and made excuses He relieved himself and went out, summoned his own disciples, took out a mirror engraved with countless Buddha patterns, and handed it over, saying:

Go ahead, use this mirror to cast spells, go to see the Great Leiyin Temple, and report to many patriarchs and Buddhas.

Get the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain down the mountain first.

The little monk saluted and said:

Yes, the disciple received the decree from the abbot.

Then he took the Buddhist mirror respectfully and left in a hurry, and the old monk also settled down, recited Buddhist scriptures in his heart, said a few words about Amitabha, and walked into the pavilion calmly. , Zhang Liling also ordered the disciples who came with him to check the situation in this temple.

When the old monk came over, the two of them clearly knew what the other had arranged secretly, but they both had warm and polite faces, and the atmosphere of the conversation was even more polite.

……………………

The monk, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, hurried to a side room.

Then he took out the Buddha mirror, tidied up his clothes, washed his hands and face before he dared to wipe the Buddha mirror. He chanted Amitabha Buddha intentionally, and saw water ripples on the surface of the Buddha mirror. He had also seen Lingshan Pure Land in the past. In Leiyin Temple, the gold and stone are the steps, and the white jade is the cleanness and ease of the ground, so the face is more respectful.

A picture emerges on the mirror.

The monk said: I...

The monk's voice stopped abruptly, and his face was full of confusion. Looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened, and the words in his mouth could not be uttered immediately.

I saw that the place in the pure land of Lingshan Mountain had long been turned into a mess, the gold and stone steps were knocked into pieces, and the floor of the lotus platform made of white jade was also smashed up. Those solemn Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were all in a mess. Seeing Manjushri and Maitreya scurrying around with his head in his arms, and Vajra Arhats begging for mercy, white jade snails smashed to pieces, golden beams and jade pillars falling from side to side, smallpox being trampled into mud, and golden lotus from the ground being kicked into powder. It is a pure place in the Lingshan of Buddhism, but it is like a year of famine in the world.

The hundred-foot-high Buddha in the middle had already been grabbed by the collar, and with an iron rod in his hand, he knocked his head full.

In the midst of this chaos, a white-haired monkey with a furry face and a thunderous mouth laughed and beat.

The water flow was turbulent, and it almost completely flooded the pure land Daleiyin Temple.

The little monk was stunned and murmured subconsciously:

This... Journey to the West?

Then he realized that what he was holding was not a tablet computer but a magic weapon, and what he was looking at was not Journey to the West, but what happened in Lingshan Holy Land at this moment. I went back to report to the abbot, but I didn't expect two young people to walk in the door, smiling all over their faces.

Little master, we are here for the first time, and we are not familiar with this place.

Can you help lead the way?

The monk still had time to spare, and was about to say no, when the two members of the action team who came over to investigate the Pure Land Sect issue had already come together, one was gossiping about Qimen, and the other was from Nanyang Zhugemen. With unique footwork, the speed is too fast to react, one left and one right leaned next to the monk, and said with a smile:

What are you looking at, little master?

It's pretty nice.

The monk was not capable enough to protect him, so he took a look at the Buddha mirror clearly. The two members of the action team were originally in high spirits, but after seeing what happened in the mirror, they lost interest. One of them smacked his lips, and his tone Regretfully said:

Oh... so it's Journey to the West.

I thought it was a second-class skill for walking.

The other Wumen monk was also a little bit regretful, but after a few glances, he became interested: Huh? This Journey to the West is quite good, it just turned the havoc in the Heavenly Palace into a havoc in the Lingshan Mountain, no, it's a flood of water Jinshan's drama is also added? It's interesting.

The Taoist monk sneered and said, Another tailor.

But after a casual glance, he couldn't let it go. He was a little engrossed in watching it, and couldn't help saying: However, this Journey to the West is really good. Which version is it? Why haven't I seen it before?

This special effect, this fighting scene, is just like the real thing.

Yeah, tsk, this fist is powerful enough.

Fuck, awesome, headshot directly!

Can this thing pass the trial after being photographed?

Maybe it's because it's so realistic that it doesn't exist online.

The two members of the special operations team were full of surprises. They were considered to be the outstanding group among the young people, and they were also the ones who also practiced martial arts. One right sandwiched the little monk in the middle, and looked at the new version of Journey to the West without blinking.

So the monk in the middle could only watch his patriarch and Buddha being cut by the monkey, and couldn't stop shaking for a while.

A god is nothing but a created Buddha.

The other is the legend of the oldest myth.

The monk was sweating coldly, racking his brains to leave, said: Here, the two benefactors, I still have some, some things... Yes, I am anxious, I am anxious, I am a little anxious, I want to go to the toilet.

The Daoist cultivator suddenly nodded, and said apologetically, Sorry, the two of us didn't see it.

I'm so sorry.

Little master, go quickly.

The monk breathed a sigh of relief and was about to withdraw and leave.

The Wumen monk grabbed the Buddhist mirror and said casually:

The two of us are here to watch this paragraph, little master, you go and come back quickly.

The smile on the monk's face slowly froze bit by bit, the martial arts monk casually pulled the Buddhist mirror back, looked at the monk in surprise, and said:

Master, aren't you going to the toilet?

The monk was silent for a long time, and said: Hold it, hold it back.

The Wumen monk froze for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said:

I understand, I understand, this kind of exciting and exciting scene, there is no pee point, I have to finish watching it, haha, I didn't expect you, little master, to be a fellow, but yes, look, in this edition of Journey to the West The great sage really played hard enough, I don't know who Wu Zhi is, he's really awesome.

The Wumen monk excitedly pointed at the screen and began to explain.

The monk was crying, watching the white-haired monkey in the picture presumptuously holding an iron rod, and knocking on the bald head one by one.

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Fortunately, this 'story' is relatively short.

The two monks in the action team were still full of ideas, and they both told the monk that if they had resources, they would definitely share them with them. The young monks had already spent their days like years, so there was no time to talk about other things, so they hurriedly fell to the pavilion with the Buddhist mirror run away.

The abbot of Pure Land Sect looked at him early on, and felt that he was too embarrassed, and he was in such a hurry and flustered that he was going to be exposed. His eyes were unhappy, but he still apologized to the smiling Zhang Liling, and got up to meet him. , Pulled to a secluded place, then scolded and scolded:

What's the matter, so flustered, what if you see the problem?!

Well, what happened?

The young monk already had six gods and five masters. Hearing this, he hurriedly took out the Buddhist mirror and said in mourning:

Abbot, it's not good.

Patriarch, Patriarch and the others are being pressed and beaten by a monkey with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth!

Abbot of Pure Land Sect: ??!

He raised his hand on the monk's head, and couldn't help shouting:

Monks don't tell lies.

Are you telling me about Journey to the West?!

PS: Today's update, 3,000 words and 400 words per chapter, just like what I said yesterday, please take a leave of absence, there will only be one update.

By the way, adjust your work and rest, go to bed early, hope to update early tomorrow~