Chapter 627: Is he stupid? Are you smart?
In a dark room.
Master Zhikong tried his best to make the question gentler, but the man covered his wet crotch and huddled in the corner. After answering a question, he couldn't help but look at the figure in the corner with a frightened face.
The young man in black clothes sat quietly on the wooden chair, his eyes wandering, seemingly absent-minded, but every sound of his fingertips tapping the table made the man tremble, and then he quickly turned his head and stared at Zhikong, wishing he could take it out. To prove that what he said is true.
Shen Yi is not interested in the Bodhi Sect.
Mainly because I don’t understand it.
He quietly stared at the altar in the gap in the wall, looked at the kind-faced rat-headed statue, and gradually fell into deep thought.
Master Zhikong is a practitioner comparable to a seventh-grade true immortal. If he were placed in Hongze, his status would be equivalent to that of another Shi Ren. He has the power of life and death of countless creatures, but he acts as immature as a child.
Falling in Shen Yi's eyes, it made him feel slightly frightened.
The reason is simple.
Shen Yi found that she was slowly letting down her guard because of what she saw and heard just one day after coming out.
It's like refugees from a war-torn land suddenly rushed into a peaceful and prosperous era. For a moment, I didn't know whether it was myself or this prosperous era that was at fault.
I can't understand anything and I can't understand anything.
Just like this statue in front of me.
Shen Yi knew a lot about the power of incense and wishing, but he really couldn't understand that no matter how low the realm of evil spirits that Zhi Kong could hunt down personally, they couldn't be lower than the Tao realm, right?
Such a powerful being went to the households of Jianyang Prefecture to preach alone?
Not even as good as the river god he met in Qingzhou.
What effect can this little bit of incense and willpower have on them?
Or maybe, in fact, what they were asking for was not the power of incense... Shen Yi suddenly remembered the light yellow mist he had swallowed when he saw Master Zhikong begging for food.
That's all, when I get the technique, I'll ask this Bodhisattva practitioner for advice.
Seeing that Master Zhikong had finished asking, Shen Yi stood up, stretched out, gently rubbed the ring on his hand, and walked out the door leisurely.
Now that he had someone to ask for, he finally had the intention to do something.
After all, even though he carries more than 20 million years of demon life, he can't just sit there and live in vain. Looking at the world outside, it's not easy for him to earn some demon life.
Of course, you have to look at the specific situation. If it's too dangerous, forget it.
"He is indeed a habitual criminal. He can deceive people without even blushing."
The female Ziyun Sect disciple grabbed the jade token on the table and muttered something dissatisfied.
Pretending to be a messenger from the gods is something that no ordinary person can do, let alone someone who is so familiar with it and has done it countless times.
"Say less."
The male disciple sighed. It was obvious that they had worked hard to find this aura, but now it seemed that Master Zhikong still had no shadow of themselves in his eyes, and all the credit had been taken away.
They didn't ask for any reward, they just wanted to make a friendship... Hey!
It's a pity that the young man is obviously not a good person, so it's better not to offend him, just to suffer a dull loss.
"Dear donors, please stay."
Master Zhikong comforted the couple and then took steps to chase them out.
First, he clasped his hands to the Taoist priest of the Ziyun Sect to thank him, then quickly came to Shen Yi's side, and said with a soft smile: "Thank you, friend Shen Xian, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do, but pretending to be a police officer is a big taboo, if it's because of If this move brings any trouble, the imperial court will come to see it, and it will be recorded on the young monk."
"..."
Shen Yi glanced at the master in surprise.
He originally thought that the other party would criticize a few words, but he didn't expect that he was not a flexible person, and he was also quite loyal.
Instead, he suddenly remembered an old friend he had met in Boyun County.
"It's okay to take people's money and do things for them." Shen Yi retracted her gaze and tapped her chin.
"All people are miserable and can easily be deceived by others. The fault is not with them, but with my senior brother." Monk Zhikong sighed and said as he walked: "My senior brother has achieved the status of a practitioner and wants to go to the Immortal Court to work. , but unfortunately, because of his ugly appearance, he was squeezed out by another senior brother..."
"In a rage, he stole the practitioner's status and sneaked down to the mortal world."
However, Monk Zhikong didn't notice that when he mentioned the word "Walker", Shen Yi was groping for his fingers and quietly stopped. He simply threw away the idea of trying to make some effort and pretended that it was nothing. Happened.
After confirming the look, you are someone you can't afford to offend.
And from what I heard, it was still a matter within the Bodhi Sect, so I couldn’t participate.
No matter how little Shen Yi knew about the outside world, he at least knew that the Bodhi Sect was one of the three sects. In other words, this was one-third of the Immortal Court.
"May I ask Master, what is the status of a practitioner?" Since she didn't plan to participate in the follow-up, Shen Yi shamelessly asked in advance.
"..."
Master Zhikong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the other party was a loose immortal who had no apprenticeship.
He just lacks experience, not completely ignorant of worldly affairs. After hearing these words, he understood what Shen Xianyou wanted.
For Sanxian, this knowledge is something that can only be obtained after spending many years, traveling to many places, and doing some hard work for the immortals.
Zhikong shook his head, turned around and handed out an envelope to the two people from the Ziyun Sect: "This is what the couple just gave to the young monk. Through this thing, we can find the trace of that person, thank you both. ”
The Taoist couple forced themselves to smile and nodded. Seeing the familiar appearance of the traveler and the Sanxian, they now only expected to do some hard work.
After explaining the business, Monk Zhikong turned around and tried his best to introduce it in more understandable words: "The so-called practitioner's fruition status is probably the same as the Taiyi Dao fruit of the Xian family. In terms of strength alone, it is comparable to Fifth-grade immortal official.”
"In the Bodhi Sect, if you want to obtain the status of a practitioner, you must first worship at the door of the Venerable, pass the test, and successfully obtain it, then you can become a practitioner under the Venerable's throne... In our teaching, for this kind of practitioner, Walker, there is another name.”
"Call me Arhat."
Shen Yi listened carefully and whispered: "How to pick the fruit?"
On the land of China, it is extremely presumptuous to easily inquire into the secrets of the three religions.
But since Monk Zhikong had planned to speak, he had no intention of hiding anything: "Read the scriptures thoroughly and go through the calamities with peace of mind. The number of calamities required is different depending on the level of the practitioner."
"The seventy-two levels of fruition are like the Dragon and Tiger Sutra that my senior brother stole, which is ranked 31st. No matter how good your xinxing is, you need to go through at least eighty-one kalpas. The more advanced you are, the more kalpas you need. More.”
"What is a calamity?" Shen Yi was like a child who didn't understand and didn't care about embarrassing things at all.
"One calamity equals 129,000 years."
Monk Zhikong expressed emotion: "When you enter the world in the flesh, you don't need to ask what calamity is. When the time comes, the fruition status will naturally be achieved."
"So..." Shen Yi's eyelids twitched and she re-examined the monk in front of her: "Can you live for tens of millions of years?"
"How is it possible?" Master Zhikong opened the conversation, and he did not hold back as before, and even rolled his eyes: "Going through the physical calamity, this is all the old history. According to the elders in the sect, in the past Cultivation requires finding various ways to extend life span, and even reincarnate continuously to make up the required number of tribulations.”
"As for now."
Master Zhikong took out the dirty cold steamed buns from his arms and chewed them: "Everything in the world gathers the power of the wishes of all living beings. If we are willing to pray for the people and suffer, we can add the power of our wishes to overcome the calamity of our hearts." ”
"The heart is a virtual thing, and it lasts for thousands of years."
After the words fell, Shen Yi finally felt a sense of enlightenment.
Many things that were not understood were suddenly explained.
Regardless of what Master Zhikong said so eloquently, to put it bluntly, these monks were dissatisfied with the time and worked hard to find a shortcut.
Isn't it just a calamity? The 129,000 years that I endured alone are considered one calamity.
Then if I am capable, I will endure more hardships and bear the hardships for those mortals. If one person takes five hundred years, two hundred or so people will be equivalent to one disaster. No wonder...these immortals are willing to stay quiet and have the power to turn mountains and seas, but they are content to be rain-praying messengers and teach their children immortals in the divine dynasty.
What they call the power of wish is not the overwhelming imperial energy that envelopes the divine dynasty!
It's just that some people rely on begging, and some rely on cheating.
Even after experiencing what happened to Hong Ze and seeing how Qinghua collected so many merits, Shen Yi could still come up with a third, more convenient and less humane way.
He didn't believe that other monks could not think of it.
"..."
Shen Yi slowly slowed down, and a question suddenly came to his mind.
Can’t you finish all this royal energy?
If there are too many Monkeys and Immortals, and all the imperial energy is eaten up, will China under the Human Emperor still be as dominant as it is now.
Grandma's.
Shen Yi patted his forehead. It was difficult for him to protect himself, but he still had the leisure to think about these things.
However, if we can get hold of the Dragon and Tiger Sutra and attain the Dragon-Tiger Arhat status, let alone Immortal Court, will there be a chance to resolve Ziling's matter?
Shen Yi turned his attention back to Master Zhikong.
Gee, no wonder they all want to get close to the disciples of the three religions. This is simply a huge treasure house.
"Master Zhikong, here we are."
At this moment, the Taoist monks of the Ziyun Sect stopped in a desolate suburb. Under the shroud of imperial energy, the effect of their Qi-seeking techniques was extremely suppressed. The man even took pills to bless him. Only then did I find him.
Monk Zhikong looked around and found that many people had gathered vaguely here, all looking wary.
Especially after seeing a bald man approaching, many people looked at him with hostility, then got up and dispersed.
Monk Zhikong was not angry at all and sat quietly on the ground.
As night fell, fires started to spread, and the four figures were gradually submerged in the sea of people.
A slightly warm wind blew from the hill, dispelling the chill from everyone.
"The light shines brightly."
With a whisper, all the torches were immediately extinguished, but the surrounding area became much brighter.
The crowd gradually stood up, and the gentle breeze blowing from the mountains actually carried little bits of spiritual light, which remained on everyone's clothes.
"Master..."
The expressions of the Ziyun Sect Taoist couple instantly became much more solemn.
They looked at Monk Zhikong in surprise.
This is clearly an authentic Bodhisattva method. Where is the evil? !
Are you kidding me? Even with their background in the Ziyun Sect, they dare to pursue a big shot from the Bodhi Sect?
"Don't worry, you two. I swear on my life that this matter will never involve you."
"Now that the person has been found, I would like to ask the two immortal friends to leave quickly and avoid getting hurt."
Master Zhikong sat cross-legged. As he spoke, the tattered clothes on his body began to ripple slightly, a layer of golden light slowly emerged from his skin, and his entire face became calm and intimidating.
"When the young monk has finished handling this matter, I will definitely thank you both."
In the faint fluorescent light shrouded in the night, this thin body was as bright as the sun, shocking everyone around him and staggering away.
After hearing this, the two Ziyun Sect Taoist monks felt a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean it that way...Hey, I hope the master can be considerate."
It is indeed impossible for them to offend one Bodhisattva disciple because of another Bodhisattva disciple.
What's more, when it comes to the dispute between practitioners, they are definitely not something they can join in the fun. To put it mildly, someone could crush them to death with just one slap.
"Master, take your leave." The two of them turned around and left without any hesitation.
I was even a little lucky in my heart. Fortunately, there was a habitual criminal who came out to steal the limelight. This kind of credit... should be left to this senior Sanxian.
"Friend Shen Xian."
Zhikong stood up, took out a wrinkled manuscript from his arms, and handed it to Shen Yi: "You can go too, this trip has been rewarding."
"..."
Shen Yi took the transcript without being too polite.
As the boy from the Earth Temple said, in the realm of loose immortals, it is indeed a bit unsatisfactory to hunt down evil spirits in the divine dynasty.
With the character of Master Zhikong, it would be a burden for a monk of his level to stay here.
Rather than grinding and moaning here, it would be better to find a place to learn this technique as soon as possible.
He just pretended to be a policeman and got the skills to break through the seventh level. He may never encounter such an outrageous business for the second time in his life.
"Take care, Master."
Shen Yi nodded slightly, turned and left.
When the three of them walked away, Monk Zhikong felt relieved, stretched out his palms, and protected the people here with his spiritual light. Then he jumped up and turned into a golden stream of light and roared towards the top of the mountain!
When he landed, he was already standing at the door of a ruined temple in the mountains.
The monk casually reached out and found a long, round stick in his palm.
He raised his left palm and saluted towards the temple. The childishness he had felt among ordinary people instantly faded away completely. He looked like a god and a Buddha: "Zhikong asked Senior Brother to come to Islam with me for the third time to accept my sins. This time, it's really There will be no next time.”
There was silence in the temple. After an unknown period of time, a hunched and wretched figure finally walked out.
He was also dressed as a monk, but with an ugly rat head and a very long beard, which made him look a little disgusting.
It walked slowly in front of Zhikong, raised its head, and sighed: "Look at you, you are so beautiful, but you don't go to the Immortal Court to be an official, you are a fool."
"Senior Brother Lingguang." Monk Zhikong tightened his grip on the long stick and took a deep breath.
In an instant, the stick struck down like thunder in the air, but stopped the moment it touched the forehead of the rat demon.
It wasn't that the monk was merciful, but the rat demon actually sat on the ground casually. Not only did he have no intention of resisting, he even put his fingers on his forehead.
"I'm so bad at walking, I really can't defeat you."
"There is indeed no next time."
"Because you chase me one more time, I will make you feel guilty once. I want to see how many lives your shoulders can carry."
The rat demon pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth, stared at Monk Zhikong with a smile, and said silently: "Stupid dog."
As the words fell, it exerted force with its five fingers and actually crushed its own head.
The entire body instantly turned into a clay sculpture and scattered all over the ground.
"..."
Monk Zhikong stared at the pile of rubble at his feet, turned around suddenly, and without saying a word, he ran down the mountain like a madman!
(End of chapter)