Under the bodhi tree, an old man and a young man picked up their cassocks, bare their arms, drank heavily, and ate meat. They looked like a gangster in the secular world, and their cheerful laughter spread for tens of miles.
"Old man, tell me honestly, where did you get the magic pill?" Tianjiu suddenly asked after half an hour.
"Eh? God Transformation Pill? No! There is no God Transformation Pill in Kyushu Realm!" Old monk Po Chen replied while eating.
"Impossible! How can you successfully transform into a god without the Soul Transformation Pill? Do you think I am still a novice in cultivating immortals? Don't be nervous, I don't want more, three or five pills are enough!"
"Hmph! Don't say three or five, not even one! To tell you the truth, the old man didn't use the God Transformation Pill to transform into a god at all! Believe it or not! The old man heard that transforming into a god turns into a mortal first, so he threw away all the high-level stuff.
He has nothing but a storage bag. If you don’t believe me, just take a look!" Old monk Pochen said, taking out a greasy gray storage bag from the tattered cassock around his waist, opening the mouth of the bag, clatter.
In one fell swoop, pour the entire contents of the bag to the ground.
One hundred mid- to low-level crystal stones, three to five mid-level magic weapons, ten five-bone bone breaking pills, and finally a set of new cassocks.
"Damn it! Old man, you are so poor! You even keep these five-bone bone-breaking pills as treasures. I think back then, no one cared about this stuff in Huachen, who was so poor, so I got one.
We have wholesaled 10,000 crystal stones. Alas, it looks like these dozens of pots of Drunken Immortal Wine have been wasted, and you can’t even recoup the cost. Then tell me, what’s the secret to transforming into a god?” Tianjiu
He glanced at the dilapidated old man in front of him and bared his teeth.
"What's the trick... Well, I need to be a novice sweeping the floor, get beaten more, and learn how to beg..."
"Old man, if you keep talking about these nonsense ideas, I will pluck out all the white hairs under your mouth!" Tianjiu said harshly.
The old monk Pochen blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "My dear, this is what the old man does. You have seen it. There is no secret. It's been a thousand years. Otherwise, the old man will break up with you day by day from beginning to end."
pull?"
"Stop! Stop! You are cruel, old man, just don't tell me, don't offend me! I will give you this meal of wine and meat, you can get it yourself from now on, I won't serve you anymore!"
As Tianjiu spoke, he raised his head and fell to the ground. Above his head, the breeze blew, and a few Bodhi leaves rustled.
"No, sir! The old man really doesn't have any tricks. He is almost dead. He walked through the gate of hell once. If you hadn't pointed me out, I might have died by now. I don't know how.
It’s the same thing! Except for sweeping the floor outside the gate, I’m sweeping the floor here. Except for the cat sleeping in the tree, I’m just sitting under the Bodhi tree to enjoy the shade..."
"Eh? Under the bodhi tree?" Tianjiu suddenly stared at the small tree above his head, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
"Forget it, old man, since you don't know anything, I won't force it. But I ask you one more thing, and you must tell me honestly!"
"Tell me, if the old man knows, he will definitely not hide it!"
"Do you know that Master Ku Ye?"
"Kuye?" Old monk Pochen was stunned and stopped drinking.
"That's right, it's Master Ku Ye who died near the Immortal Sect, the master of the Eight Zen Peaks, and a legendary figure in Famen Temple six hundred years ago. Don't tell me, or you won't know his deeds!"
"Oh, Kuye, I know, I know! This guy is just as perverted as you are. He has mastered all the classics, history books, astronomy and geography, and all kinds of heaven-defying magic tricks. Except for the one that destroys the sky, he doesn't know how to do it.
Even the golden body of the Holy Buddha is a great achievement, but it is a pity that when he gave birth to a baby, the heavenly calamity and celestial phenomena were too great, so he was declared a monster of heaven by the immortal sect inspectors, and was played to death by the powerful ones."
"Hey~! Is he really dead? Does he have a successor? Why is there no disciple in Eight Zen Peak?" Tianjiu frowned slightly.
"How can the monsters of the Heavenly Dao still have descendants? They were all killed. All the more than 10,000 disciples of the Eight Zen Peaks were abolished and thrown back to the secular world. As of now, I'm afraid not a single one is alive. Even this guy's
Not even a single relic is left. Alas, God is ruthless! He accidentally turned into a monster!"
I don't know when, the night has shrouded, Tianjiu looked at the stars in the sky, a sharp light appeared vaguely in his eyes.
Old monk Pochen was not aware of the subtle changes in Tianjiu's eyes. He was still chewing on his spirit pig leg with relish, and drank large gulps of Drunk Immortal Wine. Dozens of empty wine bottles were already piled up on the ground.
Another hour later, the old monk Pochen fell into the pile of rocks and fell into a deep sleep. Tianjiu smiled evilly, stood up, and walked several times along the small bodhi tree. After thinking for a moment, he held
There is an extra purple broken knife...
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A golden stream of light fell silently on the top of Bachan Peak, and Tianjiu's figure slowly appeared.
Eight Zen Peaks are hundreds of miles in circumference, with giant trees stretching to the sky and decaying grass all over the mountains. Half of the peak is gone, as if it has been chopped away by the sharp blade of a divine weapon. Looking from afar, the entire Eight Zen Peaks are like a dead cemetery.
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Tianjiu stood quietly on the top of the peak, feeling the same kind of atmosphere that also came from that blue planet.
"Alas~!"
An extremely weak sigh passed into Tianjiu's consciousness.
"Huh? Is there someone?"
Tianjiu was shocked, and his eyes that had been closed suddenly opened. Huge spiritual consciousness shot out in all directions, covering hundreds of miles in an instant. After a few hundred breaths, he moved slightly, stepped out, and disappeared from the peak.
above.
A pile of rocks more than three feet high was scattered in front of a hill, surrounded by giant trees that were hundreds of feet tall. A large hole several meters square was hollowed out at the root of a giant tree. The big hole was dark and filled with rich moisture.
, at first glance, it looks like a wild beast’s lair.
Tianjiu hesitated for a moment, then followed the faint starlight and walked into the cave like a cat.
A stone table, a stone chair, and a stone couch are stuffed into the cave one foot deep. An old man is sitting cross-legged on the stone couch. The old man's eyes are sunken, his cheeks are shriveled, and his skinny hands are still shaking violently. His white hair and beard,
He was not ordained. He seemed to sense Tianjiu's arrival and tried hard to open his cloudy eyes.
"Amitabha! I have met the master!" The old man grinned slightly and forced out a dry smile.
"Old man, is this your cave?" Tianjiu looked around and said with a smile.
"Oh, it's not a cave, it's just a place for the little old man to stay. The little old man is a mortal. Apart from knowing a little kung fu and cultivating immortality, he knows nothing about it."
"Oh? You're not a monk from Famen Temple?" Tianjiu asked in surprise.
"Who is the master? I have been guarding this place for a hundred years, and you are the first one to take the initiative to see me! In the past, those monks and the little old man took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and they were all very bored, as if I were
Like a scourge." The old man said, a glimmer of light appeared in his dim eyes.
"Haha, little monk Wuchen is the master of the Sixth Zen Peak. I passed by this place occasionally and heard your sigh. I was curious for a while, so I came to explore and disturb the old man."
"It turns out that you are truly an eminent monk! I'm going to kowtow to you, little old man!" The old man finally showed a look of horror and bowed tremblingly, wanting to kowtow to Tianjiu.
"I can't do it, I can't do it! Old man, the young monk is not an eminent monk, and he hates others kowtowing to me the most. In fact, strictly speaking, I am not a monk, but I just have Buddha in my heart, so I came to Famen Temple to worship. I don't want to be ignored by Famen Temple.
The abbot caught his eye and became a monk with a flat head. Haha, old man, why are you guarding this place alone? And you will be guarding it for a hundred years."
"Alas~!" The old man shook his head lonely, looked carefully at Tianjiu dozens of breaths, finally nodded, closed his eyes, and there seemed to be a teardrop hanging in the corner of his eyes: "The little old man is about to die. I was prepared to die.
There is no need to explain anything. I don’t want to meet an eminent monk from Famen Temple when I am about to die. Buddhism talks about fate. Since the master and the old man are destined, the little old man will tell me the obsession in his heart. After that,
, the little old man can safely go to the underworld and be reincarnated."
Tianjiu swallowed his saliva and waited for the old man's next words.
"It starts with my ancestor, Wu Ming. Seven hundred years ago, he also went to Famen Temple to become a monk. He was once a guard guard at the entrance of the Eight Zen Peak. He had a middle-stage Jindan cultivation level.
, I went out to the temple on errands, and I didn’t want to run into my childhood playmate, so I drank and got into trouble, and violated the lust and caution..."
"Lust, caution?! A drunkard monk?!" Tianjiu exclaimed. Seeing the old man's embarrassed expression, he quickly laughed and said, "Old man, please don't mind. In fact, this kid is also a drunkard monk, and he is registered in the Holy Buddha City.
Yes, hey, you and your ancestor are talking to each other!"
The old man nodded and continued: "My ancestor was actually plotted by the female playmate, the old grandmother, in order to let the ancestor return to secular life and marry her. Alas, everything was in her plan. The ancestor was punished, and the commandments
The academy will abolish his cultivation, and he will not be able to return to Famen Temple forever..."
"Hey, it's interesting, but this Discipline Academy is very ruthless and will abolish cultivation at every turn." Tianjiu shook his head.
"Isn't that right? At that time, the ancestor was despairing and wanted to die. But at this moment, Master Ku Ye, the master of the Eight Zen Peaks, came forward to protect him. At least, he only abolished the first level of the ancestor's cultivation and preserved his foundation. He allowed
After a hundred years, you can return to the temple to practice, and you will also give the ancestor a golden robe and tell the ancestor to take it with you to practice. From then on, the ancestor left the Dharma, and also started a family and business in the Holy Buddha City. He married a wife and gave birth to a son, named Zi.
And feel at ease."
"Master Ku Ye is not bad, he is quite humane and has the air of an eminent monk!" Tianjiu nodded slightly.
"Unfortunately, six hundred years ago, changes occurred again. Master Ku Ye heard that he had committed an offense and was killed by the Great Immortal. He also implicated all the disciples of the Eight Zen Peaks. The disciples of Man Peak were killed and crippled. In the end,
It has become this barren mountain today. Alas, what a great master could he have committed? He must be punished so severely. What a sin! My ancestor’s sentence expired three years after the incident.
So he resolutely abandoned his home and returned to the temple, where he became the only mountain-watching monk on the Eight Zen Peaks. He guarded it for three hundred years, and finally passed away here."
"Huh? Wait, old man, it's strange. Very few people know about Master Kuye. How did your ancestor know about it?" Tianjiu frowned slightly, seeming to realize that something was a little strange. (To be completed.)