There are heavy clouds and mist, and the sound of Sanskrit lingers.
Ji Liao and Xuan Tian passed through the clouds between the tops of the treasures. It didn't take long for them to reach the sky above the Tibasket Bodhisattva's dojo, and then they both fell down.
The top of the Golden Summit is extremely huge, and the square where Dharma is taught is thousands of acres in size. However, in the middle of the square is a huge palace. The door of the palace is wide open, and you can see through the open door. huge statue.
The sculpture was of a woman, but the woman was holding a flower basket hanging by her side in one hand, and her other hand was holding the flower branches in front of her with two fingers.
The woman has wings on her back and graceful curves, but she has a pair of bare feet stepping on the golden lotus. Her eyebrows are lowered, her manner is solemn, and she has a kind of compassion for all living beings. She is the Yin of the Basket Bodhisattva that Ji Liao is looking for this time. The golden statue of Mei Niang.
The statue is huge. From the outside, you can only see a corner of the statue, which is not very realistic.
Ji Liao and Xuan Tian glanced around and found that the square was empty. There were no monks like Hui Wu to guide them, but there was a lonely and desolate scene hidden under the shroud of precious light.
"Let's go and have a look in the treasure hall. If it's not there, let's go to the back hall to look for it." Xuantian smiled and walked towards the main hall.
It didn't take long for Ji Liao and Xuan Tian to arrive at the door of the main hall and stepped into the main hall. They found that there was nothing else in the main hall except the huge golden statue and the cauldron in front of the statue. Not even a single person could be seen.
"Why is there not even a novice monk here to look after the door?" Xuan Tian looked around and said in confusion.
Ji Liao looked up at the golden statue of Bodhisattva with Basket.
The Basket Bodhisattva also looked downcast, and his slightly opening and closing eyes seemed to be looking at Ji Liao.
Their eyes met, and there was silence for a moment.
"How come...it seems like..." Ji Liao muttered after a while.
Xuantian walked around the statue of the Basket Bodhisattva, and at this moment she came over from the other side of Ji Liao. Her green eyes blinked twice and her head tilted, "Who is it? Do you know him? ?”
Ji Liao withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly, "I don't know."
"I thought you guys knew each other." Xuan Tian rolled her eyes at Ji Liao and then asked, "Then what should we do now? Should we go to the back hall or wait here?"
"Go to the apse..."
"Oh my god, that boy Yan Ding was too cruel. Look, he hit me." Before Ji Liao could finish his words, he heard a cry of pain coming from outside the palace.
"Come on, forget it. Last time I gave Yan Ding a worse beating than you. It's not like you didn't see it." As soon as that voice finished, another voice followed.
"It's all the Great Elder's fault. We have to compete with Yan Ding. How can we be Yan Ding's opponent?"
"Stop talking, it's our fault for not living up to expectations."
"Hmph, that old bastard in Yanding Mountain doesn't do anything about human affairs, no! He doesn't do anything about tigers! Even though he won, he said that the two of us couldn't defeat Yanding together and ridiculed our great elder, you didn't Looking at the face of the great elder when he came back from the competition, I was scared to death."
Ji Liao and Xuan Tian in the hall heard the conversation between these two people clearly.
Xuan Tian arched her eyebrows, covered her mouth and laughed, "Hehe, it looks like someone is coming."
Ji Liao said nothing and looked at the open door.
The voices got closer and closer, and the next moment, two young monks in yellow robes were seen walking in from outside the temple.
Judging from the appearance of these two young monks, they are only eighteen or nineteen years old. However, they have a pair of fiery red wings on their backs, exuding the holy aura from the inside out. They are obviously from the Phoenix clan. people, and the auras on their bodies are not weak, and they have actually reached the realm of the spirit transformation stage.
"When you recover from your injuries, we..."
"Hahaha, why did you end up like this?"
As soon as the two young monks came in, Xuan Tian immediately covered his mouth and started laughing.
The two young monks paused and were slightly stunned. They did not expect that there would be two more people in this dojo where no one had ever come before. They swallowed back the words they were about to say.
I saw that one of the two young monks had a bruised nose and a swollen face. The monk's robes on his body were covered with dust. The footprints on them were particularly obvious. It was obvious that he had just been beaten violently.
The other little monk was much better. He supported the injured little monk and stared blankly at the two extra people in the hall.
"Where do these idle people dare to break into the Bodhisattva's dojo without being notified?" The uninjured young monk immediately let go of his companions and asked with a serious look on his face.
"Hey, this is the land of Buddhism. Why haven't I heard that you have to report to the Buddha and Bodhisattvas?" Xuan Tian replied immediately after hearing this.
"Uh...well..." The young monk hesitated.
The little monk with a bruised nose and swollen face tugged at his sleeves and said in a voice that was unclear from being beaten, "The great elder said that when someone comes to worship, they must first worship Amitabha."
"Ah! Yes, yes, Amitabha." The young monk woke up from a dream, quickly clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name to Ji Liao and Xuan Tian, "Amitabha, two fellow Taoists... uh... 2 Is this donor here to worship my Bodhisattva?"
Xuan Tian shook her head, and then she saw her body flash. The next moment she was in front of the little monk, she stretched out a finger and stabbed the little monk in the head.
"You, you, you, you, can you be more considerate? You have even forgotten Amitabha. Are you embarrassed to embarrass your Buddha like this?"
"Oh, it hurts. The young monk just forgot about it for a moment." The young monk was dizzy for a while. He took two steps back and begged for mercy.
"Tian'er." Ji Liao smiled lightly, called Xuan Tian, took two steps forward and smiled lightly at the two young monks, "Ji Liao is a member of the Feng clan, under the orders of the clan leader. Come find Senior Yinmei Niangyin.”
"People from the Phoenix tribe?"
The two young monks were startled when they heard that Ji Liao was from the Feng clan, and then looked them up and down.
The Phoenix Clan all had two wings after transforming into human form. When they saw that Ji Liao and Xuan Tian did not have the characteristics of the Phoenix Clan, they did not think about it. After listening to Ji Liao's words, he realized that Ji Liao And the breath of the Holy Spirit emanating from Xuantian.
"That's right, it's the aura of the clan. How come after transforming..." the little monk muttered, and then asked, "Hey, where are your wings? Why is your surname Ji? Why is it not a surname inherited from the clan?" "
Ji Liao chuckled lightly, "I am the acquired Holy Spirit. Before I transformed into a spirit, I was a human being."
"Ah! The Holy Spirit the day after tomorrow." The young monk was startled.
"How is this possible..." The little monk who was beaten badly also said vaguely.
Ji Liao smiled and looked at the two people opposite him without saying a word.
"Oh, my name is Yin Yang, and he is Yin Chen." The little monk introduced himself, and then pointed to the little monk next to him with a bruised nose and face.
"Nice to meet you!" Ji Liao said, and asked again, "I wonder where Senior Yinmei Niangyin is now?"
"The patriarch is resting in the back hall now. You come with me." Although Yin Yang was shocked in his heart, Ji Liao, a tribesman who had become a saint the day after tomorrow, but since Ji Liao said that it was the patriarch who asked him to come, he did not dare to neglect, leading Ji Liao and Xuan Tian walked out.
"Thank you!" Ji Liao responded and followed up.
Yin Chen, who had a bruised nose and face, was just about to follow him when Xuan Tian pulled him back and said, "Just stay there, look at the way you were beaten by others."
"Oh! Oh..." Gloomy said, covering his face.
The group of three people bypassed the front hall and walked slowly towards the back hall.
"When did you become a saint? Why haven't I heard of it?" Yin Yang, who was walking at the front, still couldn't help being curious and asked.
"More than 1,500 years ago." Ji Liao replied.
"No wonder I don't know you, otherwise I wouldn't have known about such a big event that the acquired Holy Spirit would join the clan." Yin Yang nodded, and then said.
"What do you mean, you've only been here not long ago?" Ji Liao asked.
"We just came here not long ago. Yin Chen and I came together, so it only lasted more than 1,800 years."
"Hehehe, why did you and Yinchen come here to become monks?" At this time, Xuantian on the side asked, blinking his beautiful eyes.
"Hey, it's a long story for a child." After hearing Xuantian's question, Yin Yang sighed, and then continued, "The great elder came to this small world a long, long time ago, eighteen hundred years ago. She suddenly said that staying here was boring and she didn't want to go back to the clan, so she chose two descendants from the clan. Yin Yang and I had just transformed into spirits at that time, and we were selected by the great elder and brought here."
"So you two are unwilling to become monks?" Xuan Tian asked.
"Of course, no one wants to come here. In the future, Yin Chen and I will still have to return to secular life and go home."
"By the way, who made Yin Chen look like that? It couldn't be the great elder you mentioned, right?"
"He was beaten by Yan Ding, a disciple of Wugui Bodhisattva." When he mentioned this person, Yin Yang immediately put on a bitter face and said helplessly.
"Why are they beating you? Doesn't your great elder care about you?" Xuan Tian asked in surprise.
"Actually, this matter was arranged by our patriarch." Yin Yang sighed, and then said, "Wuhui Bodhisattva is a senior of the Tiger Clan, named Yan Dingshan, and that Yan Ding is a descendant of their Tiger Clan. The eldest elder of our family has always been at odds with Yan Dingshan. The two seniors were reluctant to fight, so they took out their anger on us juniors. Yin Chen and I were often arranged to compete with Yan Ding. The key was that Yan Ding. The thief is so powerful, Yin Chen and I are no match at all, the beating Yin Chen received this time was relatively light."
When this matter was mentioned, Yin Yang became full of complaints, and his words were full of dissatisfaction with that Yin Mei Niang.
"Hahaha, it's so miserable for you two." Xuan Tian smiled with her eyes turning into a crescent moon.
"Hey, who says it's not the case..." Yin Yang sighed again.
