Chapter 210 Master, Master, the big thing is not good
The mountain gate where the Pure Land Sect is located is located on a gentle spot on the mountainside.
With the lush famous mountains behind, you overlook the prosperous city that was gradually developed and established in the plain area below the mountain. And between this mountain and the prosperous city, there is a river winding through. In the pavilion outside the temple
From the platform, looking down you can see the river flowing through the city.
The leader of the operations team is a middle-aged man. There is his ID on the table, and he looks a bit young in the photo.
He is a descendant of the Zhang family, Zhang Liling, a direct descendant of the Tianshi Mansion. He has been descending from the mountain to slay demons for seventeen years.
At this moment, I looked at the scenery below and exclaimed:
"The scenery here is quite nice. It makes me want to come here to become a monk and take care of myself after I retire."
The old monk's eyelids drooped and his tone was gentle:
"Dharma has no door. If Donor Zhang is determined to leave Longhu Mountain and become a monk here, the poor monks will welcome him."
Zhang Liling laughed, waved his hand, and said:
"No, no, no."
"If I do this, my old man will be very angry to death. To be honest, he is not very strong. I am not too scared. I am just afraid that the Heavenly Master will be soft-hearted and come down the mountain. Master, can you handle him?
No, I will come if I can bear it."
As he spoke, his eyes lit up, he patted his thigh and said:
"How about I tell Tianshi directly and you help him? Let me tell you, Tianshi has been staying up late every day playing games recently, and his ranking has been falling down every day. He can hardly climb up. He definitely can't play.
Yes, you have advanced cultivation and boundless Dharma, so there must be no problem."
"How about I help you find a matchmaker and you can try to go to Longhu Mountain?"
Zhang Liling looked sincere.
The old monk was silent for a moment, awkwardly picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said silently:
"Amitabha."
"The donor was joking, how virtuous and capable is the poor monk? Can he compare with the heavenly master?"
Zhang Liling did not continue this topic and said with a smile: "Master is not poor. How can he be called a 'poor monk'?"
"I looked at the master's tea set. It must be a treasure from the official kilns of the Song Dynasty. There are not many in the world, let alone this set. There are four tea cups, each one is different. If one is missing, it will be lost.
It's ruined. This tea set should cost at least 1.8 million yuan, but if it costs more, it's useless."
The old monk said calmly: "This tea set is only a gift from the pilgrims. The poor monk only uses it. It is no different from an ordinary cup."
"A poor monk can bear the simple food and food, and a poor monk can also enjoy the wealth and prosperity, but everything is in vain. On the contrary, it is the benefactor's appearance."
Zhang Liling's face was filled with admiration and he said: "High, it is indeed high."
"Then if I throw this cup, Master should just treat it as the spring breeze blowing in my face, right? After all, it's all for nothing."
He tossed the tea cup casually and saw the flesh on the old monk's cheeks twitching.
The quilt was thrown up and down several times, but Zhang Liling could always hold it firmly. Finally, he caught the tea cup with a smile, stopped throwing it up, and asked casually: "Master, how many years have you been on this mountain and you haven't come down?"
, Now that the demons are dancing outside, isn’t it the time for Buddhist disciples to slay demons? If we don’t come down from the mountain, how long will it take?”
The old monk shook his head and said: "Of course the poor monk is also contributing to this matter."
"Oh? Why didn't I see it?"
The old monk said calmly: "The little benefactor is doing external magic, subduing and eliminating demons, while the poor monk is correcting his karma. He recites Amitabha Buddha thousands of times every day, prays for the blessings of the people in the world, and even performs ascetic practices to save the deceased from reincarnation.
, allowing demons to take form is an immeasurable merit, and it is the supreme Mahayana.”
Zhang Daoling paused and said not only mockingly but also sincerely:
"The master is indeed... the Dharma is profound."
The monk clasped his hands together and gave an airtight answer, saying: "It cannot be blown by the eight winds. Sit firmly on the lotus platform."
"The poor monk has not gone down the mountain for fifty years."
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Zhang Liling was not discouraged. He smiled and continued to talk nonsense with the old monk, trying to find out what he was talking about. After drinking a pot of tea, the old monk finally felt a little tired of dealing with it.
He relieved himself and went out, called his disciples, took out a mirror engraved with countless Buddha patterns and handed it over, saying:
"Go and cast magic with this mirror, go see the Great Thunder Sound Temple, and report to the many Patriarchs and Buddhas."
"Let's get the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain down first."
The young monk bowed and said:
"Yes, I will accept the abbot's decree."
Then he respectfully took the Buddhist mirror and left in a hurry. The old monk also calmed down, recited Buddhist scriptures in his heart, said a few lines about Amitabha, and walked calmly into the pavilion. During this time,
, Zhang Liling also ordered the disciples who came with him to investigate the situation in this temple.
When the old monk came over, the two of them knew clearly that the other party had arranged something secretly, but they both had warm and polite faces, and the atmosphere was even more polite when they talked.
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The monk, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, hurriedly walked to a side room.
Then he took out the Buddhist mirror, arranged his clothes, washed his hands and face, and then he dared to wipe the Buddhist mirror. He chanted Amitabha with all his heart, and then he saw water ripples on the surface of the Buddhist mirror. He had also seen the Pure Land of Lingshan in the past, and the great
The gold and stone of Leiyin Temple are the steps, and the white jade is the purity of the ground, so the face is more respectful.
A picture appears on the mirror.
The monk spoke: "Excuse me..."
The monk's voice stopped suddenly, his face was confused, his eyes widened as he looked at the scene in front of him, and he couldn't say the words in his mouth.
I only saw that the pure land of Naling Mountain had long been turned into a mess. The golden and stone steps were smashed to pieces, and the floor of the lotus platform made of white jade was also smashed up. Those majestic Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were all in a mess.
Seeing Manjusri Maitreya running around with his head in his arms, Vajra Arhats begging for mercy over there, white jade conchs smashed everywhere, golden beams and jade pillars lying left and right, falling flowers from the sky being trampled into mud, and golden lotuses from the ground being kicked into powder.
It is a pure place in the spiritual mountain of Buddhism, but it looks like the world was in a period of disaster and famine.
The 100-foot-long giant Buddha in the middle had already been grabbed by its collar and struck all over its head with an iron rod.
In the middle of this chaos, a white-haired monkey with a furry face and a thunderous mouth laughed and beat wildly.
The water flow surged and almost completely flooded the Pure Land Great Leiyin Temple.
The young monk was stunned and subconsciously murmured:
"This...Journey to the West?"
Then he realized that what he was holding was not a tablet, but a magic weapon. What he was looking at was not Journey to the West, but what was happening in the Holy Land of Lingshan at this moment. He was stunned for a moment, and his mind was buzzing, and he was about to turn around.
I went back to report to the abbot, but I didn't expect two young men to walk in at the door, with smiles on their faces.
"Little Master, this is our first time here and we are not familiar with this place."
"Can you help lead the way?"
The monk still had some free time, and just as he was about to refuse, two members of the action team who came over to investigate the Pure Land Sect issue had already come over. One was from Qimen Bagua, and the other was from Nanyang Zhugemen.
He had a unique footwork and was so fast that he couldn't react. He stood next to the monk one on the left and the other on the right, and said with a smile:
"Little master, what are you looking at?"
"It's quite beautiful."
The monk was not able to protect him with insufficient means. The Buddhist mirror was clearly seen at once. The two members of the action team were originally in high spirits, but when they saw what happened on the mirror, they lost interest. One of them smacked his lips and spoke in a tone of voice.
Regretfully said:
"Oh...it turns out to be Journey to the West."
I thought it was a second-class walking skill.
In addition, the martial arts monk also had some regrets, but after taking a second look, he became interested: "Huh? This Journey to the West was quite well shot. It just turned the havoc in the Heavenly Palace into the havoc in the Lingshan Mountains. No, it was a flood.
The Jinshan drama was also added? It’s kind of interesting.”
The Taoist monk sneered: "Another weird tailor."
But after a casual glance, I couldn't put it down. I was fascinated by it and couldn't help but said: "But this Journey to the West is really good. Which version is it? Why haven't I seen it before?"
"The special effects and the fighting scenes are just like the real thing."
"Yeah, tsk, this fist is quite powerful."
"Damn, that's awesome, I'll shoot you right in the head!"
“Can this thing pass the review even if it’s photographed?”
“Perhaps it’s just because it’s too realistic and it’s not available online.”
The two members of the special operations team were full of amazement. They were among the more outstanding young people, and they were all also good at martial arts. This violent aesthetic of punches and fists almost made them unable to take their eyes away.
Yi Zuo sandwiched the young monk in the middle and stared at the new version of Journey to the West without blinking.
So the monk in the middle could only watch helplessly as his ancestor and the Buddha were being slashed by the monkey, and his body could not stop trembling.
A god is nothing more than a created god.
The other is the legend of the oldest myth.
The monk was covered in cold sweat, racking his brains to leave, and said: "These two donors, the young monk still has some things to do... Yes, I am anxious, I am anxious, the young monk is a little anxious, I want to go to the toilet."
The Taoist monk suddenly nodded and said apologetically: "Sorry, we two didn't see it."
"I'm so sorry."
"Little master, go quickly."
The monk breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave.
The Wumen monk grabbed the Buddhist mirror and said smoothly:
"The two of us are here to watch this section, little master, please go back quickly."
The smile on the monk's face slowly solidified little by little. The Wumen monk casually pulled the Buddhist mirror back. He looked at the monk in surprise and said:
"Little master, aren't you going to the toilet?"
The monk was silent for a long time and said: "Hold it, hold it back."
The martial monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted his shoulder and said:
"I understand, I understand, this kind of exciting and exciting scene has nothing to do with it, and I have to hold it in to finish it. Haha, I didn't expect you, young master, to be of the same mind, but you are also, look, in this version of Journey to the West
The great sage really beat me so hard, I don’t know who Wu Zhi is, he’s really awesome.”
The Wumen monk pointed at the picture excitedly and began to explain.
The monk was crying and looking at the white-haired monkey in the picture, carrying an iron rod wildly and hitting the bald heads in front of him one by one. The picture was extremely decompressing and stimulating, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
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Fortunately, this "drama" is relatively short.
The two monks from the action team were still interested and told the monk that if there were resources, they would share them with them. The young monk had already been living like a year, so he had no time to think about anything else. He held the Buddhist mirror and walked towards the pavilion.
Run away.
The abbot of the Pure Land Sect had looked at him early, but he felt that he was too embarrassed, and he was in such a hurry and panic. He was about to be exposed. His eyes were unhappy, but he still apologized to the smiling Zhang Liling and stood up to greet him.
, took him to a quiet place, scolded him, and scolded:
"What's going on? You're so flustered. What if someone sees a problem?!"
"Come on, what happened?"
The young monk had already had his wits about him. Hearing this, he hurriedly took out the Buddhist scriptures and said mournfully:
"Abbott, it's not good."
"Grandmaster, Grandmaster and the others are being held down and beaten by a monkey with a furry face and a thunderous mouth!"
Abbot of the Pure Land Sect: "??!"
He raised his hand and hit the monk's head, and couldn't help but cursed:
"Monks don't lie."
"Are you telling me about Journey to the West?!"
PS: Today’s update is about 3,000 words and 400 words per chapter. Just like what I said yesterday, I’ll take a leave of absence and only update once.
By the way, I will adjust my schedule and go to bed early. I hope I can update early tomorrow~