"A sneeze, a sneeze!"
"think!"
"The poor monk wants it too!"
Jiang Liu rode the white dragon horse and sneezed twice.
When he first climbed out of the warm spring, Jiang Liu was enveloped in the radiance of Buddha nature. Who in the world dared to say that he was not a holy monk?
But... after all, it has been raised for decades now.
The body is back to normal.
As the saying goes, a wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, and a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit.
How can we get rid of the diseases we have contracted after following the Lord of Disaster for countless epochs? I've been like this my whole life. I don't need to quit, and I can't.
I’m afraid you still don’t understand the term “eating the marrow and knowing the taste”.
The master and apprentice walked slowly and leisurely for several years.
Finally we arrived at Huanghuaguan.
The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord has been waiting for a long time.
Seems extremely enthusiastic.
"Holy monk, holy monk!"
"Please come in and take a look."
Although the title of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord is scary, he has never harmed any living beings, there is no trace of blood in his body, and he practices Xuanmen Taoism, so he feels good about himself and will not expose his secrets.
"It's okay, I'm tired after walking for several years, so I'm going to bother the temple owner today."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Jiang Liu followed the Bai-Eyed Demon Lord into Huanghua Temple.
The layout inside the temple is very Taoist.
"The holy monk is tired after walking all the way. Tea, wine and food have been prepared in the main hall. Please take a rest."
"Is there anything to eat?"
"That's really great."
Master Jiang Liu and his disciples entered the main hall, and the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord prepared all vegetarian meals.
Suddenly it felt boring.
Just eat something.
"I remember when I was in Chang'an, I went to Mount Huashan as my teacher and buried a big rooster in the snow on the top of Mount Huashan. Within an hour or two, the rooster was covered with centipedes." Jiang Liu recalled that year.
The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord sneered in his heart, "Chickens are the natural enemy of centipedes. If you bury the rooster in the snow, centipedes within a hundred kilometers will come to take revenge. Ha, this guy is not bad..."
The Bai-Eyed Demon Lord was just thinking in his mind when he heard Jiang Liuyan again.
"The big rooster has been bitten by a centipede and is poisonous. Naturally, it cannot be eaten. Centipedes are a delicacy in the world. They are wrapped in noodles and fried in hot oil. They are charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Not to mention how fragrant it is."
"Wucao! This monk has a way to kill himself!" The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord is actually a giant centipede. Listening to Jiang's rumor about exploding centipedes, the anger in his heart has already risen to the sky.
The Bai-Eyed Demon Lord accompanied him with a smile, "This is the vegetarian wine brewed by Pindao. Holy Monk, please try it."
"good!"
"Oh ho, where are the red dates?"
This red date has absorbed enough water and looks crystal clear, exuding bursts of fragrance. It is so charming that I am reluctant to bite it.
"Well, it's so sweet and delicious, just like Nayuki."
Seeing Jiang Liu's master and disciples drinking poisonous wine and eating poisonous dates, Bai-Eyed Demon Lord simply stopped pretending, "Hahahaha! You bald donkeys have been fooled!"
"This is a poisonous wine that has been refined for thousands of years by poor Taoists. If Daluo Jinxian is contaminated, he will lose all his magic power!"
"From now on, you and I will stay in Huanghuaguan and grind for poor Taoists!"
"You poor donkey can rest now!"
"Hahaha... Karma!" The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's laughter stopped abruptly.
"What's wrong? Why are you okay? Your face is even more rosy?"
"Wu Cao...why do I feel so dizzy?"
The Bai-Eyed Demon Lord is not afraid of his poisonous wine, but he is afraid of the Albizia Julibrissin Soup.
"poisoned?"
While breathing, Jiang Liu's master and disciples were all knocked down.
Hongyan led the sisters out, and first gave the senior brother an antidote.
He glanced at his disciples and said, "Lock them all up."
"Take him to the wing."
The acacia poison in junior high school only caused the muscles and bones all over the body to feel weak at first.
When it comes into contact with the skin of the opposite sex, the toxicity will spread.
Obviously, Jiang Liu, who had absorbed the half-step Hunyuan Daluo from Cicada, was pretending.
"It's actually them? What do they want to do?"
Jiang Liu was taken to the side room.
"Why are you taking off your poor monk clothes?"
"Be bold!"
"No! It really can't be done!"
"The poor monk is a good monk, the kind who sits calmly in his arms!"
"Unless...you can't help it."
…
The situation has changed for one hundred and forty years.
Huanghua Temple has been closed for 140 years, which is more than twice as long as before.
One hundred and forty-five years.
With a rosy complexion, the Seven Beauties left the wing with satisfaction, and hid in the mountains with their senior brother.
Before leaving, I wanted to help Sun Wukong detoxify everyone.
Opening the door, four of them, the monkey, the pig head, the black bear, and the horse, were playing with unexplainable small squares.
"Ah? You're not poisoned?"
"To be honest... we were not poisoned at all, but the teacher wanted us to be poisoned. Therefore, we were not poisoned, but we were also poisoned. You... can you understand?"
…
"Let's go, let's go see the teacher."
Sun Wukong and others rushed to the side room.
I saw the neatly dressed teacher lying on the soft couch, motionless.
An expression of ecstasy.
"Wrigley! Why is the teacher's breath so weak?"
"It feels like...the origin has dried up?"
The plan to learn the scriptures has not been completed, we have not reached Lingshan Mountain, we have not yet defeated the Buddha's Prisoner's Sutra, and the teacher is about to die?
Sun Wukong, Xiao Bailong, Zhu Bajie, and Black Bear were in a panic.
"This is how to do?"
"Inform Buddhism quickly!"
The closest one is Guanyin Bodhisattva.
A ray of Brahma light fell, Guanyin rushed to Huanghua Temple, and saw Jin Chanzi looking like her source of energy was about to dry up, with a horrified look on her face, "Is there a kidney problem?"
"Why is his origin almost exhausted?"
"We were poisoned at Huanghua Temple. The teacher may have fallen into their trap and drained us of our essence."
"Please ask Bodhisattva to save the teacher!"
Avalokitesvara is the protector Bodhisattva whom Jin Chanzi collects scriptures from.
If Jin Chanzi dies, it will declare that the Buddhist scripture-retrieving mission has failed.
The supreme anger of Jie Yin and Zhunti is beyond the imagination of Guanyin.
Guanyin looked horrified and quickly used the quasi-sage magic power to transport it into the body of Jin Chanzi Buddha.
But Jin Chanzi's Buddha body is like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled.
No matter how much mana comes, it can be absorbed completely.
"Bodhisattva, my magic power is not enough, and the source of the teacher is almost exhausted."
Guanyin was extremely panicked and hurriedly used the power of her origin, and the pure origin poured into Jin Chanzi's body.
If there is a reading note at this moment, you can see it.
During the source charging, the energy is 10%…20%…50%…90%…99%.
Charge 99.9%... Charge 99.99%... 99.999%.
It's obviously just a little bit close, but the signs of the source of exhaustion in Jin Chanzi haven't disappeared yet.
There were fine beads of sweat on Guanyin Bodhisattva's handsome forehead.
Again... Shuang has lost most of his origins and cannot be saved anymore. If he saves them again, it will affect his future foundation.
"Wukong, go to Buddhism for help!"
"yes!"
Not long after.
Manjusri, Samantabhadra, and Wei Liusun arrived. Seeing that the golden cicada's origin was exhausted, they looked horrified, "This..."
"Brothers, please stop talking and save Jin Chanzi as soon as possible!"
"If the source of the golden cicada dries up, we will all suffer!"
"good!"
The three great Bodhisattvas hurriedly performed Dharma to save him, and sacrificed their origins and transported them into the body of the Golden Chanzi Buddha.
The original charge is 99.99999%.
Even though the four great Bodhisattvas had consumed their immense origins, they still could not stop the depletion of Jin Chanzi's origins.
"Quick! Send it to Lingshan!"
In the Great Leiyin Temple.
The pharmacist, Ran Deng and the three thousand Buddhist disciples all used their original power at the same time and rushed towards Jin Chanzi.
Only Baopao sat quietly on the lotus platform, "Jin Chanzi...this guy...is pretending to be decent?"
"Losing Yuanyang? Not even one ten thousandth of it was lost. This wave of absorbing the origins of Buddhist monks... is simply making money."
"He's so shady, so shady."
