Suppressing the anger in his heart, Qiushouxian could only show respect to Manjushri Bodhisattva.
"Humph, I guess you still know the truth."
Manjusri sneered and glanced at Qiu Shouxian, then waved his hand.
Wow!
The surrounding world was instantly imprisoned.
Even if the princes, generals and ministers of the Wuji Kingdom came, they would not be able to see the scene here.
"Huh?" Suddenly, Qiu Shouxian was startled. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Manjusri, showing a look of surprise.
"Why is Manjusri's cultivation so weak?" Qiu Shouxian thought to himself.
He didn't notice it just now, but now Manjusri suddenly cast a spell, and the fluctuations in his magic power spread out, and he finally noticed it.
"That's not right. The last time I saw Manjusri, he was still in the late stage of Quasi-Saint. How come now...he has actually fallen to the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and is even weaker than me."
Qiu Shouxian felt very incredible.
He is Manjusri's mount, a green-haired lion, and his cultivation level is at the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal.
Now it is discovered that his mount has a higher level of cultivation than Manjusri.
If that's the case, then instead of just being Mao's mount, wouldn't it be better if I just let Manjusri be my mount?
But just thinking about it, who knows if this is Manjusri testing himself?
Seeing Qiu Shou Xian being so respectful, Manjusri immediately asked: "The Buddhist pilgrims are coming soon. Have you made arrangements for the disaster you plan to create for them?"
"Reporting to Bodhisattva, everything has been prepared a long time ago."
Qiu Shouxian bowed and continued: "According to the plan, the real Black Chicken King is imprisoned in the Dragon Well of Baolin Temple, under the care of the Dragon King of that well, waiting for the scripture collectors to rescue him and bring him back to confront me."
"At that time, I will show my true form, fight with them, and the disaster will be completed."
"Very good." Manjusri nodded.
"Bodhisattva, I won't die, right?" Qiu Shouxian raised his head and looked at Manjusri.
Manjusri shook his head slightly, "You are not weak in cultivation, how could you die? When the time comes, you only need to fight with them, and I will appear at the right time to mediate, and the disaster will be completed."
Qiu Shouxian said no more.
"Okay, you can wait patiently for the pilgrim to arrive. I will observe in secret."
After saying this, Manjusri flew into the sky.
In a sense, Manjusri did not dare to stay here for even half a minute.
After encountering the Zhuxian Sword Formation twice before, Manjusri was now frightened. He was afraid that if he didn't leave, if the Zhuxian Sword Formation appeared again, it would be the end of him.
Seeing Manjusri leave and the imprisoned world around him disappear, the Immortal Qiu Shou immediately transformed into a fake King of Black Rooster and walked out of the garden.
the other side.
After a leisurely journey, Lin Xian and a group of disciples finally entered the border of Wuji.
A few days later, we arrived at Baolin Temple.
This Baolin Temple is the national temple of Wuji Kingdom and has the supreme status in Wuji Kingdom.
Of course, Baolin Temple has another identity, that is, the person enshrined here is Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Manjusri Bodhisattva enjoys the incense here.
Just like the previous Guanyin Temple, which only worshiped Guanyin.
Looking at the gate of Baolin Temple not far away, everyone paused for a moment.
Jin Chanzi walked up to Lin Xian, pointed forward and said: "Master, in front of you is Baolin Temple. Didn't you say that we can never help Buddhism complete the disaster? I think we can just bypass Baolin Temple?"
Lin Xian glanced at Jin Chanzi and couldn't help but smile.
This Jin Chanzi is getting smarter and smarter as he follows me, and he knows how to fight against Buddhism.
However, Lin Xian did not intend to bypass Baolin Temple directly.
After all, the innocent King Wuji is still imprisoned in Baolin Temple.
"Jin Chan, didn't you make an oath before that on this journey to the west, you would burn temples and demolish towers whenever you encountered them?" Lin Xian said.
Jin Chanzi's eyes suddenly lit up.
"I understand, Master." After saying that, he strode towards Baolin Temple.
The crowd followed closely behind.
After just a few steps, Lin Xian heard the voice of the system in his mind.
【Ding! The detection of the host triggers a new plot. The green-haired lion with the horned head is the mount of Manjushri Bodhisattva. It was subdued by Manjusri during the Battle of the Gods. Now, according to Manjusri's instructions, he pretends to be the king of the black-bone chicken in this country, waiting for the arrival of the host. Please make your selections below. 】
[First, kill Qiu Shou Immortal. Qiu Shou Immortal, as a disciple of Jiejiao, is willing to be the mount of Manjusri of Chanjiao. He really deserves to die. Kill him to set an example and reward Fu Xiqin. 】
[Second, subdue the Qiu-shou Immortal. Back then, Manjusri relied on his advanced cultivation to forcibly suppress the Qiu-shou Immortal. The method was really despicable. The host should rescue the Qiu-shou Immortal from water and fire and reward him with an Ancestral Dragon Pearl. 】
Lin Xian's eyes showed surprise.
Fuxiqin and Zulongzhu are both supreme treasures.
But he was most concerned about this Qiushou Immortal at the moment.
For him who knew the story of the ancient times, he naturally knew that the Qiu-headed Immortal was the Green-haired Lion, one of the seven immortals who served as the disciple of the Jie Sect and the leader of the Tongtian Sect.
During the Battle of the Gods, the seven immortals accompanying him arranged the Tai Chi Liang Yi Four Symbols Formation.
Originally, the Battle of Chanjiao was foolproof, but the shameless Second Sage of the West intervened and relied on the power of the saint to help Manjusri and others.
As a result, the formation was broken, and the Qiu Shou Immortal was subdued by Manjusri with a demon rope.
Lin Xian hesitated and did not make a choice in time.
After all, with more and more disciples around him, Lin Xian also began to pay attention to their conduct.
So far, the apprentices he has accepted are all pretty good.
Lin Xian needs to further observe the character of this Qiu Shou Immortal.
We arrived at the gate of Baolin Temple.
Jin Chanzi stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Soon, a monk opened the door.
"You are..." The monk looked at Jin Chanzi, and then looked behind him. When he saw a group of monsters, he immediately showed a look of horror.
"monster."
The monk was so frightened that he immediately closed the door.
Jin Chanzi chuckled and reached out to block it.
"Young master, you are not very kind. What happened to the monster? Can't the monster become a monk by eating fast and chanting Buddha's name?" Jin Chanzi sneered.
"Go, go, go, the monster is so cruel that you can't be a monk."
The monk still wants to close the door.
Jin Chanzi stepped forward and kicked the door open with one kick, causing the monk to stumble.
"Huh, shameless."
Jin Chanzi walked in.
"You..." The monk was horrified and immediately shouted: "Come on, a monster has broken into the temple."
After hearing the sound, within a moment, a group of monks came running over with sticks.
"Buddhism is a peaceful place. You crooked monsters have defiled the holy land. Why don't you leave quickly?" the abbot walked out.
Jin Chanzi frowned and shouted: "What nonsense? The poor monk is a monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty who was sent to the West to learn scriptures. How can he be a monster? And the poor monk is so handsome, you actually call me a crooked melon and a cracked jujube?"
The abbot was frightened by the aura emanating from Jin Chanzi.
"I...I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about them." The abbot pointed at the black bear spirit and others behind Jin Chanzi.
"I treat you as a mortal monk with mortal eyes. Those are my brothers and this is our master." Jin Chanzi pointed at Lin Xian and said.
"Are you really the Holy Monk of the East?"
"It's guaranteed." Jin Chanzi exuded a breath to disperse the surrounding monks, and stretched out his hand to grab the abbot's collar, "hurry up and arrange a superior guest room, otherwise the poor monk will send you to the west to meet the Tathagata Buddha."
The abbot was so frightened that he immediately arranged for monks to greet him.
