Chapter 249 I love carrying a pole too much
The three of them walked faster, and the wind and sand enveloped them.
Sha Wujing did not restrain his aura, but symbolically covered the appearance of the three people, and then walked towards Zhuangzi openly.
The Golden-winged Dapeng Diao asked, "Master, shouldn't monks be compassionate?"
Sha Wujing shook his head slightly, "The poor monk has never caused more killings. Panhuan Cave If the donor restrains the murderous intention in his heart, he will naturally be able to live in peace.”
"If the murderous intention enters the mind, the poor monk will only give you a small punishment but a big warning."
Shen Lian's mouth was wide open, and he and Bago looked at each other.
You call transcendence a small punishment but a big commandment, right?
However, if you think about it carefully, the three apprentices in the original work were indeed not good people, and many monsters died in their hands on the way to learn the scriptures.
“That’s it, Master, my disciple has learned a lesson.”
"Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people."
The Golden-winged Dapeng Eagle saluted respectfully, and after muttering a few times, the Buddha's light emitted became stronger, and the healing of the injury accelerated.
Shen Lian hesitated to speak, and silently closed his mouth after a long time.
I always feel that Sha Wujing has brainwashed the Golden-winged Dapeng Eagle for hundreds of years. Even if the golden hoop is removed, the latter's character may be irreversible.
Speechless all the way.
.........
There is a stone tablet outside Zhuangzi, where the green-haired lion monster is banned, named [Qingzhuang].
Obviously it is also a building created by Sha Wujing's taboo.
Panhuandong spent far more energy in Qingzhuang than in the capital.
Shen Lian noticed that the ground and walls were covered with a layer of patina, forming mysterious patterns, and the rising demonic energy turned into a magic circle.
He knew only a little about the formation, but he could tell that the formation in Panhuan Cave was at least used to trap demons who had practiced the Tao for ten thousand years.
As expected, one of the seven lions under the Nine Spirits Yuansheng Seat is in Qingzhuang.
Shen Lian suspected that Panhuan Cave came here for the green-haired lion monster.
Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng likes to be a teacher, and with his magical power [ancestral worship] he needs to procreate many heirs, so he will inevitably be interested in the green-haired lion monster.
“The one sitting in Qingzhuang is not the snow lion. The snow lion’s purpose is most likely to be the Dharma of the Middle Vehicle.”
While Shen Lian was thinking, the three of them had arrived within a hundred meters of the main gate of Qingzhuang.
Sha Wujing has no intention of slowing down. With every step, the wind and sand will become more intense, and the Liusha River will be choppy.
The golden-winged roc eagle has been seriously injured and has not recovered, but it is not comparable to the ordinary ten-thousand-year-old demon. With its wings on its back, it is already ready to go.
One person and one bird deliberately lag behind a few meters.
Shen Lian suddenly realized the joy of carrying a pole.
No wonder the Sha Monk in the TV series has the same line over and over again, "First and second senior brothers, the master was captured by monsters."
"No, no, no!"
A heavy wailing sounded, "Fu Li, you promised me not to let the damn corpse monk come to Qingzhuang, how dare you break your promise!!!"
"The third brother Dapeng has been converted, Fu Li, you are still waiting. What? Kill him!”
The green-haired lion monster was trembling, especially when he saw the golden-winged roc eagle with its Buddha face, an indescribable fear surged into his heart.
Compared with death, losing oneself is undoubtedly more suffocating.
If...if I face the corpse monk directly, I will definitely end up with the same fate.
"Brother, Master has said that you and he are destined to have a master-disciple relationship. Why bother to resist? Traveling to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures is a great merit."
"Gong... merit... "
The green-haired lion monster stopped talking. He was really frightened by the golden-winged roc eagle.
He noticed that the Golden-winged Dapeng Eagle had fallen into Sha Wujing's hands, and understood that Sha Wujing was ready to convert the three demons of Shituoling, so he contacted Panhuandong immediately.
I didn’t expect that my conversion would be so complete.
Roar! ! !
A deafening roar of a lion came from the depths of Qingzhuang.
“Corpse Monk, if you don’t want to be an enemy of Panhuan Cave, it’s better to let the green-haired lion monster go, otherwise the ancestor will not let you off lightly!”
Sha Wujing clasped his hands together and showed some pity on his face, "Donor, please tell Jiuling Yuansheng that the green-haired lion monster is destined to be a poor monk."
"The green-haired lion monster is willing to worship the ancestor. From now on, It’s the Eight Lions..."
"Hey."
"Donor Fuli, why bother?"
Fuli stood ready, his eyes falling on the golden-winged roc. On the body.
The body and soul of the golden-winged roc carving has not yet recovered, so it does not pose much of a threat. The corpse monk's Taoism is a bit unclear, but at most he has lost one clone.
Zu Weng would be furious if Fu Li knew that he returned empty-handed and unscathed.
“Amitabha.”
Sha Wujing let out a long sigh and stepped into Qingzhuang. There was no response from the magic circle. Most likely it was because Qingzhuang was in the ghost realm.
Shen Lian stopped in front of the door and looked at the smoky Qingzhuang.
There were two to three hundred Panhuan Cave disciples present, all of whom were at the sixth level of Yuan Dan or above, but they had already been frightened out of their wits by Sha Wujing.
Shen Lian does not intend to go deep into Qingzhuang, and he must have the consciousness to watch a play.
He found that the alchemists in the village were covered in metal rust, and their teeth and claws were made of bronze. The Taoist inheritance was good at rust poison.
Fuli, one of the seven lions, feels like a bronze-headed iron lion.
“Hey, there is another acquaintance.”
Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and found that there were [Qing Zhenren] from the Snow Lion lineage mixed in the crowd.
Qing Zhenren was the eight-level magician who was stationed in Guan Mansion when Snow Lion was refining Wusheng Law Ninja. He had a simple encounter with Shen Lian.
The wind and sand crackled on the ground, and the alchemists had no idea what they were about to face.
"It probably won't take long."
Shen Lian looked around and yawned boredly.
As long as Jiuling Yuansheng does not come, Fuli alone cannot threaten Sha Wujing.
To Shen Lian's surprise, the Panhuandong disciples showed an inexplicable... readyness to act when faced with master and apprentice Sha Wujing.
“Interesting, shouldn’t they be afraid of Senior Brother Sha?”
“To be honest, Senior Brother Sha’s image is not a good one. "The wind and sand covering the three people were affected by the Panhuan Cave magic circle, and gradually faded away, leaving Sha Wujing's shriveled body looming.
The bright red cassock seemed to be made of flesh and blood, with arms emerging from the ribs.
The golden-winged roc eagle followed closely behind.
His appearance is full of Buddha nature, but he has the appearance of a demon. His eyes are full of appetite, and the beak with a gap is constantly dripping saliva.
Only Shen Lian was ordinary, leaning in front of the Qingzhuang door drinking and having fun.
The alchemists were talking a lot, but they did not show any fear.
After observing Sha Wujing and the Golden Winged Dapeng Eagle for a long time, they came to the conclusion that although there were two more pilgrims, the danger was not great.
There have always been rumors of "Prayers" in Shituoling, which refers to the mummy Buddha wandering in the dream capital.
No one knows the origin of the scripture collectors, except that a batch of scriptures is sent every forty years.
The various forces have already figured out the taboos of Buddhist scripture seekers.
The scripture collector seems to be the protector of Buddhism thousands of years ago. Even if he turns into a demon, he must abide by the Buddhist rules and precepts and must not kill.
More than a dozen times the true scripture has been released, but no one has taken the initiative to take action.
“Since the scripture seeker is here, it means that the true scripture is nearby!!!”
“Without the interference of other forces, wouldn’t we be able to get it at our fingertips?”
“The true scripture is there! Where's the Dharma?"
No one paid attention to why Sha Wujing came to Qingzhuang. Unknowingly, their Niwan Palace had a few more grains of dust-like Buddha sand.
"Take good care of Master Qing! He is of the lineage of the Snow Lion, we must not let him transmit thoughts!!"
The expressions of the alchemists became distorted, and their greed overwhelmed their Taoist hearts.
Fu Li had no time to pay attention to his disciples and focused on Sha Wujing.
“Let me go!”
Qing Zhenren was sweating profusely, trying to break away from the Fuli alchemist who was surrounding him.
"Wake up, everyone is looking for death, please understand..."
Qing Zhenren stared at Shen Lian, who was talking and laughing with Bage, only a thin layer of wind and sand was left. layer, the exposed figure is somewhat similar to Li Huan.
But more like... Shen Lian.
I have seen the portraits of living immortal Buddhas in Panhuan Cave, and I can’t be wrong!
No wonder Li Huan, who has pure blood, appeared out of thin air. He was just pretending to be Lu Zu. Shituoling was probably his thousand-year plan!
If an immortal Buddha reincarnates consciously, he usually arranges some backup plans.
Now it’s time to close the net.
That’s why the green-haired lion monster is so frightened, so whenever the emperor of the Tang Dynasty changes, the yellow-tusked old elephant will repeat the act of hanging himself.
Apparently he was hanging himself to avoid the pilgrims.
Qingzhen's uneasiness became more and more intense.
At this moment.
He heard the alchemist beside him shout incredulously, "It's the true scripture!"
The two ends of the pole carried by Shen Lian emitted bright Buddha light, and the handwriting had already digested the feathers, making several Xing Zhen Sutra is about to take shape.
Boom.
There are two words in it that seem to be separated from the paper at any time.
"The Dharma of the Middle Vehicle..."
The alchemists looked at each other, their greed no longer suppressed.
They rushed towards Shen Lian. It was an opportunity to become a land god. Even without refining, they could get a huge amount of resources.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Master Qing fled towards the side door in a panic.
Out of the corner of his eye.
With a playful expression on his lips, Shen Lian turned sideways to examine the pages of paper, and soon found the paper recording the Dharma of the Middle Vehicle.
He frowned, feeling a little unbelievable in his heart.
“The Middle Vehicle Buddhism is the word [Prajna].”
“Is there any mistake? The Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra ranks at the forefront of Buddhism. Historically, it was the Mahayana Buddhism that Monk Tang obtained from the scriptures. .”
"Prajna is considered the middle vehicle of Buddhism, so what is the Mahayana of Buddhism?"
Shen Lian was carrying a pole and wanted to catch up with Sha Wujing.
Passed by hundreds of famous alchemists.
They stood there in disbelief, with a walnut-sized hole between their eyebrows.
"Uncle Master, if you have another chance to punish me with a small punishment or a big warning, just call me."
The golden-winged roc eagle licked its beak, savoring the taste of hundreds of human brains. I didn't expect that human brains filled with evil thoughts were so delicious.
"The old saying is true, when a person is evil, he is no longer a human being, but an animal."
"Animals are naturally edible."
Shen Lian's scalp was numb, as if the golden-winged roc eagle had opened another door.
One mouthful and one uncle has affected my decent image to some extent.
Shen Lian skillfully put away the corpses.
"Uncle Master, there is a person who has escaped without any evil thoughts in his heart. Do you want to arrest him?"
"No, let him go."
Shen Lian glanced at him With Qing Zhenren's back, Shituoling naturally becomes more chaotic, and the various forces have their own evil intentions to take the opportunity to advance to the fifth level of Bone Blade.
"Brother, the scripture has been conceived. Junior brother, can I study it."
"Except for the old elephant with yellow tusks that the Middle Vehicle Dharma wants to attract, the rest all belong to you."
As Sha Wujing spoke, he turned into a hundred meters again, and suddenly there were two people, one big and one small, coming from the depths of Qingzhuang. A lion roared in great astonishment.
Shen Lian flipped through the pages of the book, just waiting for the alchemy furnace in his dantian to grow.
“It’s comfortable.”
(End of this chapter)