Chapter 1,770: Traveling west to the desert to ask questions, there is no way to pick up the Buddha Sword.
Western Region, Great Desert.
On the vast expanse of desert, the high temperature of the sun has left traces of people's footsteps, which are a series of hurried footsteps.
"No--"
The echoes of pain, when played in the desert, soon disappeared with the wind.
The source of the sound was still the hurried desert wanderer, an ordinary man wearing a star-patterned robe.
It's hard to say what specific features he has in his appearance, but he is holding a bronze mirror in his hand, which is very distinctive.
What is conveyed in the bronze mirror is the scene of the Gui Shi Tomb in the Southern Region.
"broken."
I don’t know what I heard or what I thought.
The man in the star-patterned robe put away the bronze mirror, stopped looking, and stepped more resolutely.
His speed is extremely fast.
Even though he didn't use any spiritual skills, the desert automatically shrank under his feet, and there were faint stars falling from the sky.
The man quickly crossed the desert.
There are not only large deserts in the Western Regions, but mostly deserts in the Western Regions, accounting for 99% of the total.
When you break through the desert or find an oasis in the desert, you are like the man in the star-patterned robe at this moment.
He suddenly took a big step forward, and the scene before his eyes changed, and he stepped from the desert into a deserted area.
The gravel is still here, but barren land can still be seen, and occasionally a few gray-green buds can be seen.
After a few more steps, we walked through the deserted area and came to the strange rock area.
There are rugged rocks here, and the terrain begins to get steeper. There seems to be greenery not far away, and it seems that there are "mountains" going up further.
Mountains represent trees, and trees represent vitality.
Where there are mountains in the Western Regions, they are mostly barren mountains, lifeless.
When the man in the star-patterned robe raised his eyes and looked into the distance, there was a touch of green on the steepest terrain in the distance.
"Buddha Sect..."
He didn't pause.
After a few steps, we walked from the strange rock area into the deep mountains and old forests.
Streams, springs, forest birds, and the fragrance of flowers... If the scenery here is compared with the deserts of the Western Regions, it is like heaven compared to hell.
When you turn the corner from a well-trodden path in the forest, you will see a small dilapidated temple in front of you.
In front of the temple stood a little novice monk who was taking a nap. He looked about seven or eight years old, leaning on a wooden stick and lowering his head little by little.
"Huh?"
He woke up suddenly, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the person coming in front of the temple.
"ah!"
The little novice called out.
He pushed the stick away suddenly and took two steps without moving.
Just as he turned his head and entered the temple door, his heels went in, but his head turned back again:
"Amitabha, this donor, please wait a moment."
When his feet came back, he dragged his head back to the temple. Even with the help of crutches, he pulled his feet back into the temple, running and shouting:
"Abbott! Abbot Youxi!"
"There are really people, there are really people waiting for us, come out and see, come out and see!"
The man in the star-patterned robe has a smile in his eyes, and his eyes are full of life.
There seemed to be a lot of people in the old temple, and there was some faint noise of commotion, but no one showed up.
"embarrassed--"
Suddenly at a certain moment, crows and birds flew in the forest, and the leaves rustled wildly.
The mountain road trembled slightly, and there was a thud at the temple door, as if something heavy had fallen down. When I looked up, I saw an old monk with a big belly.
The old monk didn't look bad. He was wearing a red cassock and a long jade string around his neck. His earlobes hung down to the corner of his jaw. He had a kind face and kind eyes.
"Amitabha."
After landing at the entrance of the temple and blocking the way, the old monk clasped his hands together, with a look of repentance on his face, and spoke first:
"If a friend comes from afar, I should treat him with tea."
"However, deep in the mountains and old forests, there is no food or rice, and the chairs and wood in the temple are old or withered. I hope that the distinguished guest will forgive me and cannot be invited into the temple. If you have anything, you can talk about it in front of the temple."
"Perhaps there is a pavilion in front of the forest, with a crude tea lamp placed there for guests to enjoy themselves."
After he reached out and pointed in a certain direction, he clasped his hands together again, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, muttering to himself: "Sin, sin."
The man in the star-patterned robe laughed when he heard this: "I am really thirsty. Monks don't lie. Is there really no tea in the old abbot's temple?"
When the old monk heard the sound, he could only sigh.
"Boom boom boom——"
At the right time, the sound of jars breaking and bowls cracking was heard in the temple, accompanied by the sound of grains rustling and rolling to the ground, as well as the sound of muffled sighs.
The old monk closed his eyes and said, "No more."
"This makes me look like I'm no longer human..."
As the man in the star-patterned robe spoke, he took out his bronze mirror and glanced at it, but had no intention of leaving. "Old senior, if you don't ask me my name, what's the point?"
"I am a guest from afar, and my relationship is as dust as the dust. The world is troubled, so don't be tainted by the ordinary mind." The old monk shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't really want to know.
The man in the star-patterned robe obviously didn't want to end his fate. He clasped his fists respectfully and said: "I have a skill in Xia Nangong. May I ask the abbot how to call him?"
The old monk covered his ears to express that he had not heard the name.
"Abbot Youxi, you really don't want to hear what someone from Nangong has planned for this trip. Maybe it will be interesting?"
"Once you enter the Buddhist door, all earthly connections are cut off, and all the passers-by are like smoke and clouds."
"Abbott, the wall of your temple is very short. I think a rabbit can climb over it by just kicking its legs."
"Nangong Donor, what is this behavior?"
The man in star-patterned robes who claimed to be Nangong Youshu narrowed his eyes and smiled.
He soon changed his face to a pious one, bowed his hands, and said very kindly:
"There are skills in Xia Nangong."
He emphasized it again and then continued:
"I came from the sinful land of the Southern Territory and wanted to teach the Heavenly Secret Way to the Western Territory, but I couldn't help but die along the way. I have no hope of life and I feel quite depressed."
"The ancient temple in the old forest on this mountain is full of vitality when I pass by it. Naturally, I feel very good about it, so I came here specifically to visit."
After a pause, the polite Tianji Warlock pointed to the temple door behind the abbot with a smile:
"I just met the novice monk in front of the temple. His face was rosy and his wisdom was perfect."
"Now the old abbot appears, his words are extraordinary and his knowledge is profound."
"It is expected that the beautiful bells and bells here can explain the meaning of Buddhism and the roots of Taoism."
"I have a delusional idea. Can I take the abbot's hand and go into this ancient temple to talk about it? Wouldn't it be nice for you and me to sleep together and talk about the great road?"
Abbot Youxi clasped his hands together, said "Amitabha", and said calmly: "This is a delusional thought, so let's just think about it."
"Huh?" Nangong Youshu was stunned on the spot.
As soon as he was silent, the whispers of the novice monks became noisy across a low wall in the temple:
"Hey! He wants to sleep with Abbot Youxi?"
"How do you sleep with your feet up, feet to feet? The bed isn't that big?"
"No, no, I like to sleep on my belly. Abbot Youxi's belly is getting soft, so it feels more comfortable to sleep on my belly, hehe."
"...Shut up, you all shut up!"
Then it became quiet.
Outside the wall, Nangong Youshu laughed for a long time, raised his hands and praised: "The old abbot is really extraordinary. His conversation has not returned to his original nature, but he has also returned to his true nature. Seriously..."
"He seems a little hypocritical."
The voice of the novice monk floated faintly from the entrance of the low wall, causing Nangong Youshu's voice to pause and his face to look a little more livid.
Abbot Youxi never seemed to blame the novices. He turned a blind eye to what was going on inside the low wall. He only glanced at the sky and said:
"It's getting late. Donor Nangong, please tell me what you have to say."
Nangong Youshu stopped beating around the bush now and said in a serious tone: "To be honest, I really have something serious to say, and it was entrusted by an old friend of the Buddha Sect."
Abbot Youxi's brows jumped, but there was no wave in his eyes: "Donor, please speak."
"Does the abbot know this sword?"
Nangong Youshu said and slowly pulled out a sword from his chest.
It was a giant sword, with a brilliant Buddha's light on the blade and golden aspiration flowing through it.
Abbot Youxi took a deep breath and closed his eyes:
"Buddha Sword, Angry Immortal."
"Exactly!" Nangong Youshu nodded, "Maybe the abbot sees the mystery of this sword?"
"Fake."
"Exactly!"
Nangong Youshu pinched it with his big hand, and the Buddha Sword Wrath Immortal cracked into pieces, and finally turned into light spots and disappeared.
He said with a sad face:
"An old friend gave me this sword, but I showed it as a shadow."
"Abbott, you need to be more considerate of me. Really, this sword cannot be unsheathed at will, let alone shown to others at will."
"Even if the abbot has said before, 'Once you enter Buddhism, all earthly connections will be cut off.' I guarantee that when I see this sword again, I will still have some ordinary thoughts."
"Maybe you are not born, but there is a lot of life in this temple."
Nangong Youshu looked embarrassed, and quickly revealed the golden seal:
"But the mark of this sword and the seal of wish power can be used as proof of someone's identity in Nangong."
"Abbot Youxi should lower his eyes and realize that someone like me in Nangong has no agenda for this trip, at least his intentions are not harmful to the Buddhist sect."
The golden seal is thrown away.
Abbot Youxi reached out and took it.
This seal is in the shape of a Buddha's hand seal with "putting palms together" and looks ordinary from the outside.
With a quick glance, one can detect that the Buddha's hand seal has the word "Buddha" engraved on the left palm and the word "resentment" engraved on the right palm.
"There is something to resent..."
Abbot Youxi looked sad, which made it even more difficult.
Nangong Youshu looked happy and said with a smile: "The abbot recognizes this thing. It's the best. Thirty years ago, he had a grudge against me."
He paused for a moment, his voice became compassionate, he clasped his palms together, and said piously:
"If the Buddha is sitting on the ladder to heaven and the world is overturned, he should carry his seal and go westward to ask if he is happy. Let's ask him like this..."
"The world is like this, and I, the Buddha, cannot enter it. If I, the Buddha, do not enter it, I cannot escape from this hidden world."
"The world is like this. I, the Buddha, choose to enter. I, the Buddha, choose to enter. It will be difficult to come back in a thousand years."
"Brother, what decision should you make?"
After saying this, Nangong Youshu raised his head and looked at the sky.
It was getting late, and the sun was already three in the sky. It was only then that it became clear that the abbot was just saying goodbye to the guests.
But it was not until sunset on the west mountain that Abbot Youxi, who seemed to have turned to stone, trembled slightly with his huge body, and said in a trembling and determined voice:
"Join the world."
"Join the world?"
Nangong Youshu asked seriously.
Entering the world is just like the Buddha's previous entry into the world. It flourished for a while, then declined and retreated. The sound of the Great Brahma Dragon came to an end. The sound of the Great Brahma Dragon ended?
And this time when I enter the world, I enter with joy, but will there be people like the Buddha who resents me?
"What if it doesn't end well?"
"It will not end well."
Abbot Youxi thought about it for a whole afternoon and seemed to have considered everything.
But Nangong Youshu, who was standing opposite him, had obviously been thinking about it for more than one afternoon:
"But if you know the brotherhood, can you care about the sect's friendship?"
"Have you ever thought, abbot, that your actions like this may help Yu Yu, but if you end up with the entire Buddhist sect, how can Yu Yu bear it?"
Abbot Youxi remained silent, his face turned ashen, as if he had expected it.
Nangong Youshu was aggressive and continued to preach: "Forgetting everything else, what should you do if you go to the Central Region to help out and you wake up with resentment, but you have been controlled by the Demon Ancestor?"
Abbot Youxi's body shook violently and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Why do you come to the crossroads where you have grievances? Why do you have an inverted pagoda erected? Why do you have an uncertain return date after waiting for thirty years..."
"Abbot Youxi, you have the answers to all of these."
Nangong Youshu spoke earnestly, and finally took the Buddha's hand seal from Abbot Youxi's hand, and his words became extremely sharp, with a sharp and chilling feeling:
"That day he advised me to bring this message, and there is a postscript at the end."
"If my senior brother chooses to 'join the world' and use this sword to ascend to the Buddhist sect, there will be no Buddha in this world."
Keng——
The sword roared.
Nangong Youshu pulled out the golden sword from his chest again, but this time, the sword became extremely ferocious, like a diamond with an angry gaze.
"Wrath Fairy..."
Abbot Youxi seemed to be more determined, saying: "The evil spirits will make the world miserable, and the people will not be able to survive."
Nangong Youshu held the sword and laughed loudly: "The Holy Palace turns a blind eye, how can you, a disciple of the Buddha's sect, have such a bodhisattva heart?"
"Don't judge my heart by others, and don't judge the filth of this world."
"Even if I block the road with my sword?"
Nangong Youshu raised the Buddha's sword to anger the immortal. When he looked around like this, he saw Abbot Youxi slowly shaking his head and saying sadly:
"Donor Nangong, you can't stop me."
As soon as he finished speaking, his cassock swayed and his white beard rose.
Abbot Youxi had a straight face and spoke softly before spitting out a golden relic of the Holy Emperor. The power of wish in his eyes was like lightning, surging high.
boom!
The whole mountain and forest shook violently.
The young monks in the ancient temple were so frightened that they backed away in panic.
"The fat-bellied abbot is angry."
"It's so scary. The last time I got pregnant... Hey, let's not talk anymore. Run, let's run!"
The Holy Emperor is happy and is demonstrating ahead.
Although Nangong Youshu was trembling, he did not retreat with his sword, his face was as determined as iron:
"Abbot Youxi, today you can either kill me and you can save the world; or you can cross the border with me and I can kill all the disciples of the Buddhist sect in the mountain."
"Your choice!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the trees around him rustled.
Under the dim sky, countless scarlet eyes seemed to open in the forest.
"What is that?"
A little novice monk standing at the entrance of the ancient temple opened his eyes wide. He seemed to have seen countless devils waking up in the darkness?
"How terrible!"
"Not sad, not happy, come and see, what is this, human?"
Two more young novices came to the door.
The scarlet eyes in the forest seemed to come out of them all. They were figures wearing star-patterned robes. It was estimated that there were no less than a thousand.
Some are old, some are weak, some are women and children, some are mediocre...
But without exception, their expressions were very stiff. Like the puppets, when their eyes woke up, they became almost humane.
"This is……"
The little monk Bu Le stood by the door and swallowed hard.
He had been out and had seen a lot, so he was even more frightened. He felt that even Abbot Youxi might not be able to catch so many monsters: