Lingji Bodhisattva, who was far away in the horizon, trembled all over, lifted up the staff to cover up its shape, and named it the Flying Dragon Staff. It was originally the dragon-hiding stake used when subduing the Yellow Wind Monster and hurried to Huangfengling.
At this time, the Huangfeng Cave had been completely burned by the torturers, and all the little demons were killed, leaving no one alive.
But Bajie and Aowu had already joined them. The torturer took out the demon pill and ignored Zhu Bajie's performance and said, "Master, this is the monster's demon pill. The princess gave it to you."
"Can you use this thing?"
Sun Xingzhe smiled and said: "Master, although I have the body of an ape, I practice the authentic Xuanmen Taoism. This thing is the result of the cultivation of goblins and others, but it is useless to me and the Eight Realms."
"Aowu is a divine beast dragon. It has its own dragon cultivation secret method, so it should be considered useless. Master should keep it."
"That's fine!"
Feeling the surging power in the demon elixir, Tang Sanzong put it away and said: "Since this matter is over, let's leave here."
Tang San's funeral didn't know which giant Buddha would be attracted from the Buddhist side, so he had to run away before anyone came.
Several people said yes, packed up their packages and hurried on their way.
Bixiao saw that Tang San was so beautiful that he couldn't even pull his eyes out, but he despised it in his heart, what's the point of looking good, it's just a pustule?
If that Jiang Liu came here, he would probably be able to kill the monsters in this true fairyland without even using a single sword.
Oops, this is really killing me. Why are you comparing that annoying person with this pustule again? Bixiao was so embarrassed. Seeing that their master and disciple were getting ready to set off, he suddenly became anxious.
She came with a mission this time and vowed in her heart to teach Jiang Liu a lesson, but Tang San was the best candidate.
Although the pustule monk had a low level of cultivation, the two disciples had some abilities.
Moreover, as the second disciple of the Tathagata, a person chosen by heaven to learn scriptures, his background is sufficient.
"Jin Xing, then Tang San is leaving, I'll go say a few words!"
"Don't panic, someone from the Buddhist side should be here soon. If you go down at this time, you will inevitably run into us. Let's wait and see!"
Bixiao thought about it for a while. The yellow wind monster was killed by Long Ji, but it was inappropriate for the Buddhists to put suspicion on him.
Although she is not afraid of Buddhism, she just feels uncomfortable taking the blame for others for no reason.
"coming!"
Li Changgeng used a technique to cover up the auras of the two of them, and couldn't help but feel confused when he saw the visitor.
This is really an unknown Buddhist!
"Fairy Bixiao, do you know this person?"
Bixiao took a closer look and said with disdain: "After so many years, there is still no progress. Isn't that Manjusri's dragon escape pile?"
Only then did Li Changgeng see clearly the magic weapon in the man's hand. It was indeed a yellow wooden stake with a golden dragon coiled on it, locked by three golden rings, and a golden lotus underneath.
It is Manjushri Bodhisattva's famous magic weapon, the Dragon Dungeon, also known as the Seven Treasures Golden Lotus.
Bixiao's disdain was justified.
Back then, in the Nine-bending Yellow River Formation, Sanxiao once captured the second and third generation disciples of Chanjiao in one go.
The heads of the Twelve Immortals of Chanjiao were even cut off with three flowers on top, the five qi in their chests were eliminated, and thousands of years of cultivation were destroyed.
It's a pity that Yunxiao had too many concerns at that time and thought of the friendship between his fellow disciples, so he didn't kill him ruthlessly. Otherwise, if the structure of the heaven had to be rewritten, there would be no Bodhisattvas like today.
This also aroused the murderous intention in the heart of Yuanshi, the Great Heavenly Lord, and he personally broke the formation with his own hands. Qiongxiao and Bixiao fell on the spot and were killed by Yuanshi.
Yunxiao was pinned down by the Supreme Being on Qilin Cliff. As for how he later fell and went to the Conferring God Platform, he might have some hidden secrets.
It's a pity that they both belong to the Xuanmen lineage, but they eventually turned against each other. There was no winner except the Heavenly Court and the Western Sect, and the ending was very sad.
Li Changgeng touched his beard and said with a smile: "Manjusri is one of the four great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism. How could he personally go out and gild his own trumpet?"
Little did he know that there were also undercurrents surging within Buddhism. The complicated disputes between locals and outsiders, Mahayana and Hinayana, and other complex personnel and doctrines had already reached a heated stage.
Especially recently, Guanyin, who is also one of the four great Bodhisattvas, has shown faint signs of establishing his own company with the secret support of Heaven.
Among the few people who had converted to Western religions together, he and Samantabhadra were the only two who made no progress under the eyes of Tathagata, and were suppressed by Kassapa and Ananda. They were so anxious!
This wave of Ananda's clone's wool will not turn white or turn white!
As one of the four great Bodhisattvas, I just want to make some progress. Is it wrong?
Tang San's master and disciples had already left. Listening to the performance of the Eight Realms, Tang San's funeral said with a smile: "This time, the Eight Realms killed the tiger spirit, and the torturer invited foreign aid. All credit is given."
"I will make a note of it, you are indispensable for the year-end benefits!"
Sun Xingzhe didn't care much about the comparison, but he was overjoyed to kill the eight realms. He could only moan and dissatisfy, but he was unable to speak and snorted several times angrily.
Tang Sanzhan slapped his head, "Aowu, you are worried about me, and you have merit. I will also remember it for you!"
Aowu then rubbed his head with brother Sanzang with satisfaction.
I saw Lingji Bodhisattva lowering his cloud head and calling to stop the traveling masters and disciples.
"Ahead of us is Tang Monk who is going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?"
Came so fast!
Tang San Burian had no choice but to pause, turned around and saw an unknown Bodhisattva, clasping his palms together, "This poor monk is Tang San Burian, what advice does this Bodhisattva have?"
"Let me ask you, there is a fairy called the Yellow Wind Monster here. Have you ever met him?"
"met!"
"What about the monster?"
"It's cooked!"
"Ready?" Lingji Bodhisattva looked confused.
"Yes, to be precise, after being killed by my disciple, he turned into ashes and was sent to the west to meet my Buddha!"
"Inform the house rat, it's out of control!"
Tang Sanbian pointed at the still smoking Yellow Wind Cave, showing a sad expression, and there was a faint smell of meat wafting out in the wind.
It's not that Tang San's funeral changed to a vegetarian diet. Earlier, Zhu Bajie said that since everything was already roasted, it would be better to eat before leaving, but Tang San's burial yelled at him.
"If you dare to eat that disgusting thing, don't follow us."
It takes a lot of courage to eat a big yellow-haired rat, but he hasn't even talked about it to that extent.
Killing the eight realms can only be given up in anger!
"How brave! How dare you kill that yellow-haired marten?"
Lingji Bodhisattva felt his blood surge, he felt dizzy, and almost suffered from high blood pressure.
I wanted to plate it with gold, but I didn't expect that even the yellow-haired marten raised by Tathagata was folded inside. Lingji Bodhisattva couldn't help being shocked and angry.
Sun Xingzhe sneered: "The monster captured my master and wanted to eat him. Is it wrong to kill him?"
When Tang San was buried and the executioner stopped, he asked, "What is your name?"
"Lingji Bodhisattva!"
"Oh, never heard of it!"
Seeing that Lingji Bodhisattva's blood vessels were about to bulge again, Tang Sanzong waved his hands and said, "But it doesn't matter. I want to ask, is this monster raised by you?"
"No, that is where I, Buddha Tathagata, sit..."
"Um?"
Everyone stared at him. Lingji Bodhisattva was shocked and quickly changed his words.
"Well, that monster stole the scented oil from the glass cup in front of my Buddha Tathagata's seat. He was afraid of being caught by Vajra, so he fled here and took over the mountain to become his king. I remember that it is not easy for him to practice, so he ordered me to take care of this monster here!"
"Oh, so you're the one taking care of this monster?"
Tang Sanzian's tone was serious and he shouted loudly, "Lingji, do you know your guilt?"
Lingji was startled by his loud voice, but he realized it immediately and said angrily, "What crime are you guilty of? Tang Monk, please don't spit on others!"
"I, Buddha Tathagata, ordered you to guard this monster here, but you neglected your duty. You deserve death!"
"Do you know that this monster has taken over the mountain here and is king, turning dozens of miles around into a monster cave, and killing many innocent people?"
"This..." Lingji Bodhisattva was speechless.
"Do you plead guilty?"
"No, this may be some misunderstanding!"
"Misunderstand?"
"My two disciples also have a wide range of friends. They can go to heaven and hell. So I asked my disciples to go to the South China Sea to report to Guanyin Bodhisattva and explain everything here!"
"I want to see if anyone cares about such a tragic thing?"
"If the Buddhist monks and monks protect each other, huh, then there will be the underworld and the Lingxiao Palace in heaven. The poor monk will not believe that there is no place for reasoning in these three realms!"
Li Changgeng, who was in the distance, raised his palms and said with a smile: "Wonderful! I, Old Li, have worried too much. Although this Tang San is a little bit older, his momentum is not inferior to that of my brother Jiang."
"The magical power of the tongue that blossoms into a lotus flower is truly inherited from Buddhism!"
"No wonder he has some skills as a Buddhist scripture learner, but he is not a Buddhist. What is the situation?"
"No matter what, this matter is settled!"
Bixiao looked at Tang Sanzong in confusion, why did he look so lowly and in need of a beating, so familiar?
