At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Ji drove the car he bought and appeared at the gate of his alma mater, Tancheng No. 3 Middle School.
To be honest, Tancheng No. 3 Middle School is just a very ordinary high school in Tancheng City.
The teaching staff is average, the student pool is average, and the teaching quality is naturally average.
The infrastructure, of course, is not much better.
Xu Ji remembered that when he was in school here, every winter, he would stamp his feet from the cold while sitting in the classroom.
The bed in the dormitory is just an iron frame with a wooden board on top.
The water in the faucet always smells like rust.
The students didn't dare to drink at all, and they didn't even dare to use dishes and chopsticks.
In the food in the canteen, the rice is always half-cooked and the meat and vegetables are always either too salty or too bland.
My family is in good condition, so I never eat in the cafeteria.
Instead, he went to the restaurant owned by the canteen owner to order food.
Xu Ji is one of them.
With such conditions, Tancheng No. 3 Middle School will certainly not be able to attract any outstanding teachers or students.
The enrollment rate is naturally appalling.
The number of students admitted each year has never exceeded twenty.
As for famous schools?
If you can produce one a year, it is already a high-profile event.
The poor students like Xu Ji who passed the three-level exam are the main theme of the students of No. 3 Middle School.
In the parking lot, park your car.
Xu Ji looked up at the familiar school gate and smiled softly: "It's still the same!"
The school gate is still rusty, and even the guard in the security room still looks the same familiar figure, just a little older.
But at the school gate, a banner has been put up.
"Warmly welcome Mr. Xu Ji, a well-known alumnus of our school, to return to school!"
Xu Ji looked at it and smiled, feeling a little happy in his heart.
"Sure enough!" He thought in his heart: "I am still a mortal!"
Wealth and honor do not return home, but they are like walking in fine clothes at night!
Even now, even Xu Ji is not exempt from the vulgarity.
Pretending to be X is a widespread need of human beings.
Just like, the same basic needs as respect.
He strode up to the school gate and knocked on the guardroom window: "Uncle Lin, long time no see!" Xu Ji smiled, showing his neat white teeth.
The old guard, whose hair was frosty white, raised his head, looked at Xu Ji, and rubbed his eyes carefully.
The young man in front of me is clean, sunny and warm.
Looking at him, the old guard was inexplicably reminded of the morning sunshine.
Vibrant and bright.
"You are?" He wondered.
"I'm Xu Ji!" Xu Ji said with a smile: "Uncle Lin, have you forgotten? Back then, when I skipped class, you even caught me!"
The old guard immediately stood up and wiped his hands.
The shadow of the boy who skipped class in his memory overlapped with the shadow of the young man in front of him who seemed to be bathed in sunshine, like the spring sun.
"Xu Ji..."
"Mr. Xu...that's not right...that's not right..."
"Leader Xu!" The old guard was a little excited.
Something happened to a big shot in No. 3 Middle School, which bombarded the entire school for more than ten days.
People from the Education Bureau, the district, the city and even the province came to No. 3 Middle School to investigate.
Both inside and outside the words mentioned a student who graduated from No. 3 Middle School.
Xu Ji.
As a result, the young man who had been forgotten by many people returned to people's attention.
His memory has been continuously strengthened and beautified amidst waves of concern and inquiries from visitors.
Skipping class?
How can it be called skipping class?
It is obvious that during school, he actively participated in social activities independently, did not stick to the textbooks, and jumped out of the textbooks!
Poor academic performance?
How can you say that the performance of outstanding alumni is poor?
No one would be stupid enough to explore such a thing.
Instead, I keep looking for all kinds of shining points.
What about being polite, good at communicating, and kind-hearted...
In short, the god-making movement had quietly begun in No. 3 Middle School.
From the principal to the janitor and the aunt who works in the cafeteria, everyone is consciously participating in it and constantly expanding the content.
Of course there are benefits!
Xu Ji's former class teacher was promoted to the teaching director in just a few days, and even registered with the city bureau.
All teachers, without exception, have been promoted to professional titles.
Even those who have only given classes have solved the problem of staffing!
In the face of the real and tangible benefits, the entire No. 3 Middle School now just wants to praise this 'famous alumnus'.
What's more, this 'famous alumnus' is also a philanthropic boy!
One donation is a small goal!
Top three middle schools receive financial allocations for several years!
Of course the old guard was excited.
"Boss, welcome! Welcome home!" He immediately opened the door and picked up the phone: "Principal Wang, Leader Xu is back!"
Suddenly, the entire No. 3 Middle School was boiling.
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Leader Tongtian returned to Biyou Palace.
A golden lotus bloomed from the surface of Biyou Palace, and a shadow of the Buddha sat on the golden lotus.
"Amitabha!" The Buddha said with a lotus in his mouth, bowed his head and said, "I have seen my fellow Taoist!"
The leader of the Tongtian cult laughed when he saw it, returned the salute, and said: "Mercy! Mercy! If Amitabha Buddha is not sitting in the central world, why did he come to Pindao Dojo?"
The one who comes is the Buddhist body cut out by the leader of the Western religion to guide the Taoist. It is also the body of cause and effect that guides the saint to achieve enlightenment: Amitabha!
And it is the true form of Amitabha Buddha!
That phantom is not a phantom, but a real thing!
This is the result of the great aspirations of the Western saints.
The great wish that the Taoist Master made in the past years for enlightenment is not fulfilled, and Amitabha Buddha will no longer be true.
The Taoist body of a saint will always be flawed.
Therefore, it is reasonable for Western religion to be regarded as a "side sect" by Taoism.
A sage cultivates Hunyuan, generates yin and yang by himself, is true and not empty, opens up the void, entrusts Tao and fruits, performs the cycle of the five elements by himself, and generates the universe and eight trigrams by himself.
But the saints in the West are not like this.
Just like the Amitabha Buddha in front of me.
He is not real!
Just false!
As long as his ambition is not fulfilled.
Then, this Amitabha Buddha will always be the Amitabha Buddha in the mouths of Buddhist disciples and the Buddha in the scriptures.
He can only appear in the Three Realms, and cannot even set foot in the Three Realms.
What's fake is fake.
Never step into reality.
Because when truth and fiction coexist, then one of them must disappear into thin air!
Therefore, all the four Taoist saints have secretly thought about the possibility of designing a way to attract the Buddhist incarnation of the two western saints to enter the three realms.
So, does this mean that the saint can be surrounded and killed?
And let the two saints of the West completely fall from the holy position and even become ashes?
Of course, this is just an idea and a possibility.
No one has ever tried it, and no one will try it.
A saint who is forced into a desperate situation, if he wants to die, even if he snaps his fingers, he will be turned into ashes, but at this moment, he can still shake the three realms.
Saints would never consider or conceive of the option of cornering another saint.
The gain outweighs the loss and is too dangerous.
Amitabha Buddha folded his hands and sighed: "If the poor monk doesn't come here in person, how can he show his sincerity?"
Having said that, Amitabha raised his head and looked directly at the leader of Tongtian: "To be fair to fellow Taoists, this poor monk is here to resolve the cause and effect of the past with fellow Taoists!"
"In the past, during the catastrophe of becoming a god, fellow Taoist disciples were unfortunately robbed. Although the poor monk and Junior Brother Zhunti were offended, it was God's will!"
"Over the years, my fellow Taoist disciples, in the West of the Poor Monk, have not treated me like disciples or guests, but they have never lacked courtesy!"
"So far, none of my fellow Taoist disciples in the West have been killed, which is proof!"
"He is worthy of being the Lord of the Central World and the incarnation of the Western Cult Leader!"
Amitabha Buddha lowered his head, endless Buddha light circulated, and just said: "The saint is unkind and treats all living beings as stupid dogs!"
Of course he understood what Tongtian Cult Master meant.
But he doesn't care.
In the past, Western religions traveled from the south to the continent and to the east from China, seeking alms from countless fairy mountains and spiritual veins.
He also kidnapped a large number of loose cultivators and intercepted his disciples.
There are countless sordid things in it that are hard to describe.
However, saints are different from others.
Just like he said that saints are unkind and treat all living beings as stupid dogs!
As long as the saint needs and is willing.
All living beings in the three realms, from the highest to the quasi-sages, the emperors and kings of the heavens, to the lowest common people, birds and beasts, are all like ruts.
All are fake.
They are all made of clay, woven with grass and trees, and decorated with gold and stone.
The difference is nothing but refinement and roughness.
Immortals, Buddhas and gods also view mortals in this way.
One day in heaven is one year on earth.
Immortals and Buddhas have a dream, and the world has already changed.
Everything in the past has disappeared, and everything in the present will sooner or later cease to exist.
Therefore, immortals and Buddhas do not care about mortals.
In the eyes of saints, they are all the same whether they are immortals, Buddhas or mortals.
Equality, fragile, difficult to survive.
No matter how exquisitely decorated a cud dog is, it will decay in the course of time.
In the end, they are no different from mortals, decaying and disappearing together.
In the past, there were three thousand guests from Zixiao.
Today, there are less than a hundred.
In the past, when the Xia family was at its peak, the quasi-sage was the prime minister above the temple, and the golden immortal was the minister between the emperors.
Now, everything has been blown away by wind and rain.
this is the truth.
The reality of time, the reality of the three realms.
It is also the view of heaven and earth in the eyes of a saint.
Leader Tongtian laughed even louder. He looked at Amitabha Buddha and said, "Fellow Taoist is merciful. If this is the case, then the poor Taoist will send all the disciples of fellow Taoist into a great calamity..."
"I wonder if you can still be the same as you are now?"
Amitabha Buddha sighed: "If the disciple of a poor monk is ridden with evil obstacles, the cause and effect is profound, and it is destined to be a disaster by God's will, the poor monk has nothing to say!"
"Besides..."
Amitabha Buddha advised with earnest words: "When will the injustice be repaid?"
"Please, fellow Taoist, please don't remember the small grudges of the past!"
"Fellow Taoists, you should make long-term plans and consider Taoism!"
Master Tongtian held the Qingping Sword and smiled even more wantonly.
As the saying goes: Different ways don't work together.
The avenue leads to the left, and the orthodox ideas run in the opposite direction.
There is nothing to talk about.
The way of the West is empty and empty.
See emotions as a burden and regard the world as a fearful path.
The same is true for Western practitioners, those monks who have not even attained Arhat status.
He didn't want to talk to Amitabha.
It’s useless to say it!
But if he doesn’t say it, his thoughts are unclear!
He then said, "Fellow Taoist, you have a sharp tongue, and you can talk about the events of the past so lightly!"
"But it's hard for me to agree with this!"
"My Taoist friends regard him as a rotten dog, but poor Taoists think it is true!"
"I don't care what my Taoist disciples are like!"
"But every one of Pindao's disciples is real and full of flesh and blood!"
"Not to mention, even from the perspective of fellow Taoists..."
Master Tongtian gently stroked the scabbard of the Qingping Sword, and the golden wheel bloomed on the back of his head. The Immortal-Zhuan Formation was covered above his head, and thousands of sword lights bloomed, and he said with murderous intent: "How can I blame the tortoise spirit of this poor Taoist sect?"
"The turtle spirit has not exhausted its vitality and its merits have not diminished..."
"Even based on the opinions of fellow Taoists, she should never die! She should not have a disgraceful ending!"
"Why was the turtle spirit captured by fellow Taoists, but ended up in ashes?"
Amitabha prayed with his hands together, knowing that no matter what, this public case could not be avoided.
Back then, behind the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the disciple of the Intercepting Cult, the Holy Mother Turtle Spirit, fell into his hands, and he ordered the White Lotus boy to be included in the spiritual treasure.
The original intention was to bring it back to the West and convert the Holy Mother Turtle Spirit into a Bodhisattva taught in the West.
In this way, the merits and luck of the human race can be distributed, and the layout of the future Western religion can be laid.
Unexpectedly, he was harmed by the mosquito Taoist who was born in the sea of blood. The flesh, blood, merits, and cultivation of the Holy Mother Turtle Spirit were all sucked up by the mosquito Taoist.
Even the soul and true spirit were shattered!
What's even worse is that the mosquito Taoist took advantage of the chaos to escape into the Western Pure Land Merit Pool, and sucked away the third level of the twelve-level golden lotus containing merit in it!
As a result, the innate treasure has flaws from now on and can never be perfect again!
The saint almost vomited blood!
The mosquito Taoist has since disappeared.
In the past thousand years, I have led the Saint to the Nine Nether Sea of Blood many times, and even tried to extract the whereabouts of the Mosquito Taoist from the mouth of the Styx.
However, nothing was found.
Although Styx is blocked in his old nest of blood sea, as long as the blood sea does not dry up, he will be immortal.
Not to mention forcing him to question, even trying to restrain him is very troublesome!
The size, breadth, and depth of the blood sea are far beyond imagination.
There are also the bones and dirty blood of three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, boiling, rolling, and disturbing in it.
Even if the Holy Saints and the Zhunti Saints were brought in, suppressed in the Blood Sea, and operated for countless years, it would still be difficult to grasp everything in the Blood Sea.
Now, facing the cross-examination of Tongtian Cult Leader.
Amitabha had no choice but to bow down and say: "Fellow Taoist, every grievance has its own debtor, and those who harm Taoist friends and beloved disciples are the mosquitoes in the sea of blood and evil!"
"The poor monk is also following this beast, but it is difficult to find its trace!"
“I’ve exhausted the sea of blood, but I still can’t find its shadow!”
For Western religions, apprehending the Mosquito Taoist is the most important thing after opening up the world of Whirlpool and the eighteen levels of hell.
After all, the twelfth-grade Golden Lotus of Merit and Virtue has lost its third grade!
If it cannot be retrieved, that innate treasure, the object of Western religion that suppresses luck, will never be perfected.
"The poor monk can only promise to his Taoist friends that if he finds Taoist Mosquito, he will inform his Taoist friends as soon as possible!"
"also……"
Amitabha Buddha said: "In addition to the evil mosquito Taoist priest, in the past, the boy Bai Lian in front of the poor monk's seat was also responsible for dereliction of duty, negligence, and incompetence..."
"If fellow Taoist blames me, then the poor monk can order Bailiantong's body to suffer disaster!"
The leader of Tongtian Cult looked serious.
A boy is the face of a saint!
He is also the most confidant person next to the saint.
According to the general unspoken rules, no matter what, the boys around the saint will not be robbed, let alone be fine.
No one would dare to have any crooked ideas about the boy/mountain beside the saint.
Now, Amitabha says that Bai Lian can be doomed?
Leader Tongtian has to be careful, there is a scam in this!
There is even calculation.
Since when did Western religion become so easy to talk to?
How could Jingyin and Zhunti be such a generous person?
