This time the troops were divided into three groups.
Xiao Bailong got the order from his senior brother, pretended to be a white snake, and entered Heifeng Mountain to find out the news.
Although the Great Sage was reluctant, he still went up to the sky and lurked in the clouds... The task assigned to him by the master was very difficult. If the Bodhisattva did not come, then forget about it, but if he did come... he should use it. What excuse is there for procrastination?
The master did not arrange an excuse for himself, nor did he ask.
At that time, the Great Sage just felt that if he had to ask the master for detailed advice on such a matter, wouldn't it mean that he, as a disciple, was completely useless and could not share the master's worries?
Headache.
Master is being reckless. If he really provokes someone powerful, I, Sun, may not be able to protect him.
Although it is said that Master followed the guidance of Guanyin Bodhisattva before going to the West to pray to Buddha and seek scriptures...how long has it been since the Tang Dynasty?
This will offend the Bodhisattva to death.
No matter how many mistakes this old monk makes, the Bodhisattva knows about it and just lets her handle her own affairs. Why should Master meddle in others' affairs?
Wukong sat in the cloud road and sighed. Could it be that the trouble he caused back then was also such a headache?
I also thought about the heartless words that my mentor said when he kicked me out of the school, and I felt a lot at the same time.
Grow up.
For a moment, the Great Sage felt that he had grown up and was no longer a naughty hozen.
...
Fahai sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, waiting for the old monk to harm him, so that he could take advantage of him and make him speechless and willing to submit to the law. This "law" is naturally not the law of the imperial court, but the precepts of Buddhism.
The old monk was also a sanctimonious person. He got the cassock by tricking him and hung it neatly on the shelf. No one was around at the moment, and the greed in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
Such a treasure, how can we only look at it for one day?
woo woo woo woo--
For some unknown reason, the old monk began to cry bitterly into his cassock. When the old monk cried, the other monks naturally became uneasy.
Monk Guangzhi was a confidant of the old monk. He had seen his elder's thoughts before. At this moment, he retreated and entered Elder Jinchi's room alone. He asked with concern: "Why is the patriarch crying in the middle of the night?"
He was asking knowingly.
Elder Jinchi secretly expressed his feelings and refused to leave any excuses in words, "I cry that I have no chance. I cry that I have lived for more than two hundred years and have never seen such a cassock. If I can wear it for a day, I will be dead." If you can close your eyes, your life as a monk in the world will not be in vain."
Monk Guangzhi still dressed clearly and pretended to be confused. He was also a good person. If he didn't hear Elder Jinchi's sincere words from his mouth, he would naturally not have the confidence to do anything. He followed Elder Jinchi's words and said: "Just wearing a cassock for a day will make you feel better." What's so difficult? I think Tang Monk is also a generous person. Let's keep him here tomorrow, and the Patriarch will wear him for one day. If one day is not enough, let's keep him for ten days."
Elder Jinchi squinted his eyes and looked at Monk Guangzhi for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Ten days is short, and half a year is not long. After all, he has to go west to obtain Buddhist scriptures. If he does, I will have to return this cassock to him... After all, it’s not yours, and it won’t last long.”
Monk Guangzhi lowered his head and his voice became a little lower: "Master, do you want a long-term plan?"
Elder Jinchi didn't say anything, just stared at Monk Guangzhi.
Monk Guangzhi was frightened by Elder Jinchi, and finally offered a plan: "It's easy for Patriarch to think long term."
"What do you have in mind?"
Monk Guangzhi said solemnly: "Kill him!"
As he spoke, Monk Guangzhi stretched out his knife and slashed it from top to bottom. "These two monks came all the way to the west. They must be tired and exhausted. When the disciples came, they saw that the lights in their meditation room were turned off. I am afraid they have been asleep for a long time." . The disciple went to find a few powerful confidants, took a gun and knife, opened the meditation hall, killed him, abandoned the body in the wilderness, and let the wolves eat... So what if he was an eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty? Not to mention the great monks of the Tang Dynasty. Can Tang know his whereabouts? Even if he knows, what can he do to us?"
"Once these two monks die, this cassock will naturally become a treasure handed down from generation to generation in our temple."
Elder Jinchi thought for a while and said, "That's inappropriate."
"Why is it inappropriate?"
"If we use swords and guns to get close to kill him... there will be quite a lot of movement. I can see that the Tang Monk is walking like a dragon and a tiger. His body is quite strong and does not look like an ordinary monk. Although the hairy-faced monk is short in stature, his movements are... He is agile and has a flexible body. If he takes advantage of the opportunity... he may be difficult to subdue for a while. If you think about it, it is such a long journey. If they dare to go on the road together, they must be capable. In case you fail to kill him. , but told him to hold it, it will be a disaster for all the monks in this courtyard." Elder Jinchi shook his head and said: "This plan is not appropriate, let's think of a more foolproof plan without using weapons."
Older gingers are more spicy.
Although this old monk is greedy, he is also very scheming.
Two hundred and seventy years have not been in vain.
Monk Guangzhi thought for a long time, and suddenly saw the dim candlelight at his hand, and his eyes became fierce: "Master, I have a plan, but I have to give up those three Zen rooms."
Elder Jinchi followed Monk Guangzhi's gaze and already saw the key, but still motioned him to tell him the complete plan——
Although the lights were turned off in the meditation room where Fahai rested, Fahai did not sleep.
In the past three months, he has not only picked up the cultivation base of his previous life, but also intensively cultivated Buddhist magical powers...Buddhist magical powers are basically no obstacles to the practice of Fahai, who is profound in Buddhism, and can even be said to be within his grasp.
The powers of Heavenly Eyes and Heavenly Ears have already been completed; the knowledge of Arhat's Golden Body and Divine Feet has also been introduced.
As for his mind, fate, and leaks, Fahai has put them aside for the time being and has not yet begun to practice.
To bite off more than you can chew, the last three items are not so urgent for Fahai and can be put aside for a while.
Now Fahai sees everything with his heavenly eyes and hears it with his heavenly ears. He sees and hears all the conspiracy and calculations of Monk Guangzhi and Elder Jinchi.
"Sure enough, I never wronged him."
"Hehehe, in order to get the cassock, he even sacrificed three Buddhist monasteries to burn me to death."
Fa Hai stood at the window and saw that basically all the monks in the Guanyin Temple were active, except for the young novice monks.
What a big battle.
So majestic.
Such a cruel heart.
The more Fahai looked at it, the more his heart sank. There were seventy or eighty rooms in the Zen monastery, leading more than 200 monks in total. That night they moved in a crowd to carry firewood. It only took a moment to move the Zen hall from front to back. Afterwards, it was surrounded by obstacles on all sides.
Fa Hai sat down in the meditation room. He wanted to see who this fire could burn tonight.
boom!
The torches ignited the firewood, and the flames shot up into the sky.
When Elder Jinchi and Monk Guangzhi saw the fire rising, they looked at each other and were overjoyed.
I saw the fire was fierce, but for some reason, a strange wind suddenly blew up. The fire that was only burning three Zen rooms suddenly took off, like a raging fire dragon, winding through the entire Guanyin Temple!
The Great Sage who was in ambush and on the way and the Little White Dragon who had just gone to Black Wind Mountain all saw something strange here.
The little white dragon couldn't tell. Looking in the direction, he knew that there was a fire in the Guanyin Temple. Youdao was ruthless to fire and water. Even though the master had deep magic power, what should he do if he was in danger?
He was immediately ready to go back to put out rain to put out the fire.
But at this moment, he saw a burst of black smoke coming out of the Batu Cave, and after landing, he turned into a big black man——
