Wutong forest.
Dozens of Chen Luo's manuscripts were lined up, surrounding the Azure Dragon Emperor in the center.
The Qinglong Emperor swept his head full of baby ginseng with his soul and took a deep breath.
Whether the aging reputation can be maintained depends on this.
Jian Jia stood not far away and watched nervously.
Emperor, it doesn't matter if you can take down the ginseng fruit tree, don't damage Xiao Luo's manuscript.
At this time, a gust of wind blew out of thin air in the sycamore forest.
As the wind blew up, the manuscript fluttered and spun around the Azure Dragon Emperor.
Immediately afterwards, colorful lights lit up on the manuscript, and the cyan light kept flashing, as if summoning something.
At this time, the thirty ginseng fruits that were sleeping on the head of the Azure Dragon Emperor all opened their eyes.
"Go, go!" Emperor Qinglong muttered silently. The sycamore tree behind him shook slightly, and thirty sycamore leaves fell, suspended in front of thirty ginseng fruits.
Some ginseng fruits looked curious, opened their arms and legs, and jumped onto the sycamore leaves. The sycamore leaves immediately carried the ginseng fruits and floated to a manuscript.
Then, it waved its little arms and called the other ginseng fruits to come down.
After a while, more than twenty ginseng fruits fell from the head of the Azure Dragon Emperor, riding on the sycamore leaves, floating to the sky above the manuscript, bathed in the colorful light of the manuscript.
But in the end there were still a few ginseng berries left. They frowned, turned around, and hugged the branches tightly without letting go, letting other companions call and just ignore them.
The Qinglong Emperor narrowed his eyes, and with a thought in his mind, he immediately forced out a few drops of his essence and appeared in front of the ginseng fruits.
Those ginseng fruit noses moved and turned their heads. When they saw the origin floating in front of them, they all drooled. Then they let go and went to chase the origin energy. Wutong Ye took the opportunity to catch them and quickly sent them to In the seven-color light of the original manuscript.
"The first step is completed."
When all the ginseng fruits were safely separated from the Qinglong Emperor's head, circles of circular patterns suddenly appeared under the Qinglong Emperor's feet.
After this pattern appeared, it expanded rapidly like ripples on the lake. In the blink of an eye, this circle of pattern covered the entire ground of the Wutong Forest.
"This is..." The great sage in the forest stepped on the circle pattern and suddenly felt the vicissitudes of time.
"It's the emperor's growth rings!" Jian Jia explained.
Immediately afterwards, these growth rings were quickly recovered, and at the moment when they completely overlapped, Emperor Qinglong suddenly took a step back.
In front of Jianjia's eyes, two Azure Dragon Emperors appeared.
One is the one who is retreating. At this time, he has returned to the appearance of the ginseng fruit tree before grafting, and the other is the one with an afro.
"Ahem..." The Azure Dragon Emperor who retreated coughed, raised his hand, and stretched his hand towards the Afro-head Azure Dragon Emperor. The Afro-head Azure Dragon Emperor immediately turned into wood and turned into a big tree again. And it grew rapidly, turning into a towering giant tree in an instant, with lush branches and leaves, and streams of life emanating from the trunk of the big tree.
"Emperor!" Jian Jia rushed forward quickly. At this time, the Qinglong Emperor smiled and waved his hand.
"It doesn't matter."
"It took me ten years to give up my body and free myself from this ginseng tree."
"worth!"
As he spoke, Emperor Qinglong waved his sleeves, and the ginseng fruit that was originally running and jumping on the manuscript was immediately picked up by a gust of wind and hung back on the ginseng fruit tree.
The next moment, the manuscript was neatly folded and suspended in front of the Azure Dragon Emperor.
The Azure Dragon Emperor lightly stepped on the ground, and branches and vines suddenly grew on the ground, forming the shape of a chair in a blink of an eye. The Azure Dragon Emperor sat on it, looking at the newly grown ginseng fruit tree in front of him, and glanced at the ginseng fruits. Then, with a thought, these manuscripts fell into Jian Jia's hands.
"Have you made it clear to that stinky kid?"
"Stop writing about weird spiritual roots of heaven and earth."
"At least don't use the wooden body assigned to him by the old man to write it."
"I am too old to bear the trouble."
Jian Jia smiled and put away the manuscript, nodded and said, "I made it clear."
"Xiao Luo is an obedient child."
"Is he obedient?" Emperor Qinglong snorted softly, leaned back comfortably on the chair, and sighed, "Finally... hmm?"
Halfway through Emperor Qinglong's words, his eyes that were almost closed suddenly opened again. He turned his head and looked to the west.
"Emperor, what's wrong?" Seeing the emperor's expression, Jian Jia asked nervously, "What happened?"
Emperor Qinglong looked solemn and said calmly: "Netherworld, something has changed."
…
Netherworld, the pure land whirling in the center.
The center of the Pure Land, Daleiyin Temple.
At this time, in the Great Leiyin Temple, many Bodhisattvas and Arhats were sitting in order. There was a great Bodhisattva explaining Buddhist scriptures. Golden lotus shadows descended from the sky and fell into the bodies of these disciples.
The Buddha's light shines everywhere, soft and warm.
Even if the great road does not exist, there is a way of compassion in everyone's heart.
Tathagata Ksitigarbha, who was sitting on the Golden Lotus throne, had his head lowered and seemed to be in a deep sleep.
However, all Bodhisattvas and Arhats are accustomed to this.
Suddenly, Ksitigarbha Tathagata shook his body, and then fell down from the lotus platform for no reason.
Many Bodhisattva Arhats had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and they all cast spells to catch it. Even the great Bodhisattva who was preaching directly lit a golden lotus and appeared out of thin air to catch the fallen Ksitigarbha Tathagata.
Everyone looked at him with nervous expressions on their faces.
It is not a good sign that the Tathagata fell from the lotus platform.
The previous two generations of Tathagata both died shortly after falling from the lotus platform.
But they still have traces to follow. They were injured after breaking the demon. Why did Ksitigarbha Tathagata do it?
Only a few Bodhisattvas in the Five Decline Realm probably knew something about the situation, and their expressions were even more worried.
At this time, Ksitigarbha Tathagata slowly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, traces of blood appeared on the left side of his body, and spread rapidly, rendering the Duan Yan Dharma like a ferocious demon.
"The White Lotus Demon Buddha has colluded with the sea of blood to invade my dharma!" Ksitigarbha Tathagata spoke softly, and it seemed that every word was extremely difficult to say.
"Go quickly...invite the Buddha..."
"King Fengdu..."
After the words fell, Ksitigarbha Tathagata's open eyes slowly closed again. He sat cross-legged again, his whole body emitting immeasurable light, and the flowers of wisdom around him emerged out of thin air, all blooming.
The expressions of all the monks present changed drastically.
Emit immeasurable light, receive immeasurable awareness...
This is the vision of the Tathagata entering the realm of life and death.
In the main hall, strong Buddhist rhymes emerged one after another. This was the appearance of many great Bodhisattvas, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.
"One line!" said the great Bodhisattva before.
A group of Bodhisattvas quickly came out of the procession, clasped their hands together and said, "Disciple is here!"
"Go to Dafeng quickly!"
"Disciple, take command!" After the words fell, the monk's clothes fluttered and the figure disappeared from the spot.
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Netherworld, Dafeng Imperial City.
Linhuang, who was refining the avenue, suddenly frowned and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Shangguan Wan'er, who was guarding at the side, changed her expression greatly and rushed to Emperor Lin's side: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
Linhuang slowly opened his eyes and shook his head.
"Nothing, the avenue was hit."
"Dao Impact?" Shangguan Wan'er heard this and thought for a moment, as if she had thought of something, "Over there at the White Lotus Pure Land..."
"Yes." Emperor Lin nodded, "They have united with the Blood Sea..."
"I can still handle it, I'm just afraid there will be trouble over there in the Central Whirlpool Pure Land."
"Is Chen Luo back?"
Shangguan Wan'er shook her head: "Not yet."
"Call back!" Emperor Lin looked solemn.
"Yes." Shangguan Wan'er nodded, "I'll go right away!"
With that said, Shangguan Wan'er stood up and walked out quickly.
…
At this moment, Fangcun Mountain.
Chen Luo rubbed his wrist.
Sure enough, I was lazy before, but now I can pay off my debt by making up for it.
When I first wrote "The Biography of Jigong", I was worried that exposure would lead to revenge from Buddhists in the Western Regions, so I only wrote one and a half chapters before stopping.
There was nothing I could do. Although the Confucian and Taoist sects were definitely protecting me, I was too weak at the time. With only six thousand miles of cultivation, I really couldn't withstand any eventuality, so I still focused on being steady.
Now, hey, as long as the Bodhisattva doesn't take action, one of them will be the chirping of the magpies on the tree, and two of them will let you and your wife return the house.
Even if the Great Bodhisattva is really dispatched...
Do you know what the meticulous and meticulous Huihui Skynet is made of?
This is the heart of Confucianism!
Bro, bro, have you read The Analects of Confucius?
Let me tell you a little bit——
It is a joy to have friends from far away: it is so joyful to have friends from far away come to die.
If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening: if you hear your traces in the morning, you can die in the evening.
Now that he has come, let him be in peace; now that he has come, let him be buried here.
Look, they are all the crystallization of wisdom.
But now Chen Luo rewrote "The Biography of Jigong" and found that it was too long.
I have been writing this for two days, and I have only finished two-thirds of it. I still have to keep working hard.
That’s right, Chen Luo doesn’t plan to spread the story in a serial format for “The Legend of Jigong”. The biggest way to spread a story with this kind of content is to just throw out the whole book and let it spread naturally.
"Feilai Peak", "Fighting Crickets", "Eight Demons Lian Jidian"...
The common people will naturally pick out the short stories that touch them the most and pass them on by word of mouth.
"Da Xuan Min Daily" was too formal and would have a sense of alienation. What he wanted was the effect of viral promotion, which was exactly in line with Jigong's down-to-earth image.
To put it simply, this means accurate user portraits, clarifying product pain points, empowering with stories, converting user private domain traffic, improving retention and repurchase rates, in-depth marketing across all links, developing a matrix approach, and opening up ecological closed loops. Seize the traffic outlet of Mahayana Buddhism, compete for the sinking market, and develop silent audiences!
Can you tell me this about Buddhism in the Western Regions?
Watch me defeat magic with magic!
Chen Luo retracted his thoughts and continued to write, intending to write further.
Fortunately, "The Biography of Jigong" is a book from Six Thousand Miles, otherwise the power of chaos in his body would not be enough to consume.
Speaking of which, after writing this book, I can receive the Book Spirit again.
The last time I received a book spirit was a long time ago.
There is no way, "Journey to the West" is too long, and it is nine thousand miles away, so it cannot be written quickly.
However, Chen Luo still had some guesses about the book spirit of "The Biography of Jigong".
It's probably...
Forget it, don’t guess, just write it down and you’ll know.
Just as Chen Luo was about to put pen to paper, he suddenly felt dizzy in his head.
It wasn't Shangguan Wan'er's silver needle call, but the exhaustion of her soul.
Chen Luo then remembered that he seemed to have stayed in the human world for too long this time.
If it hadn't been for absorbing the power of Haoli Mountain's rules before, I might not have been able to hold on long ago.
"Go down first and replenish your strength." Chen Luo put down his pen. Since this mental fatigue has already sent out a signal, it is best not to force yourself.
You can write the book later, your life is your own!
Chen Luo immediately called the mastiff Lingling, and after explaining something, he lay down on the bed again and closed his eyes.
The soul returns to the underworld!
…
"stop!"
The moment You Ming opened his eyes, Chen Luo saw Shangguan Wan'er walking towards him with a silver needle. He quickly shouted and sat up from the bed.
"Are you awake?" Shangguan Wan'er also regretted that this time she didn't get a single injection.
"Get dressed quickly, His Majesty is looking for you." Shangguan Wan'er quickly picked up the coat beside the bed, as if she was going to help Chen Luo change. Chen Luo didn't think much, and immediately got up and put it on, still asking questions. : "Where's my sister?"
"Her Royal Highness the Princess is out." Shangguan Wan'er helped Chen Luo organize his clothes while pointing to a jade slip on the table, "That was left for you by Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand and sucked the jade slip into his palm. The power of the soul invaded the jade slip, and Chen Xuan's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Xiao Luo, I'm going out."
"I told you before that my father trained a disciple in the Netherworld. He rescued me from the White Lotus Pure Land and directed me to Haoli Mountain."
"I'm going to meet him. It's just that he has a weird temper and doesn't want to reveal his name and whereabouts, so I won't be able to take you with him."
"Will return later."
"This trip is worry-free, don't worry."
Chen Luo understood and put the jade slips away. Then he looked at Shangguan Wan'er: "Sister Shangguan, what do you want from me, uncle?"
At this time, Shangguan Wan'er had already finished arranging Chen Luo's clothes, and said with a serious face, "You will know after you go there."
"It's a big deal!"
Hearing this, Chen Luo also put away the smile on his face and quickly walked out of the bedroom.
…
"You're back, how is everything in the world?" Linhuang nodded slightly when he saw Chen Luo and motioned for Chen Luo to sit down.
"Everything is fine." Chen Luo replied and frowned.
Although Linhuang put makeup on his face, it was still obvious at a glance that he was a little weak.
"Uncle, what happened? You were fine when I left." Chen Luo asked with concern
Linhuang shook his head gently: "I called you back just to talk to you about this matter."
"The White Lotus Pure Land is united with the Blood Sea."
Chen Luo asked doubtfully: "So?"
At this time, Shangguan Wan'er came over with some pastries, placed them in front of Chen Luo, and explained: "King Fengdu, you don't understand the sea of blood."
"The current sea of blood is the part that remained after the five generations of Tathagatas were cut off."
Chen Luo nodded. When the Tathagata of the Five Dynasties entered the Netherworld and used the Buddhist Avenue as a sword to cut through the sea of blood, it was only then that the Buddhist Avenue was taken away by the devil and the White Lotus Pure Land fought for its way.
"For many years, both I, Dafeng, and the White Lotus Pure Land have stayed away from the Blood Sea." Shangguan Wan'er continued, "Because the original intention of the creatures in the Blood Sea is to be in harmony with the Tao."
"Whether it's His Majesty's Great Way of Life and Death or the New Buddha's Way of the White Lotus Pure Land, they want it all."
"Feeding on the avenue?" Chen Luo asked curiously.
Linhuang shook his head: "It doesn't count as feeding on the avenue, but fusion."
"They become part of the Tao, and they can strengthen the Tao with the connotation of the sea of blood itself."
"However, the meaning of this sea of blood has both the intention of heavenly demons and the heart of the Tathagata. Buddhas and demons are mixed together. Once they get involved, it will inevitably affect the Dao itself, and even the sea of blood may take over the Dao again. So we and others are all It means not touching it, and even trying every possible means to limit the sea of blood!"
When Chen Luo heard this, he nodded slightly. He could already guess the current situation.
"Now, Master, your path of life and death has advanced by leaps and bounds with the blessings of Wangchuan and Haoli Mountain. Seeing that the pursuit of White Lotus Pure Land is hopeless, you chose to join forces with the Sea of Blood?"
"That's right." Linhuang nodded, "It seems that after passing Wangchuan and Haoli Mountain, they don't dare to think about the Netherworld again."
"The sea of blood has become their new choice."
"While the White Lotus Pure Land is growing stronger, they can also attract the meaning of the sea of blood and attack my avenue, which will have the effect of increasing and decreasing."
"They are not afraid of being picked by monsters from the blood sea. It seems that White Lotus Pure Land is really desperate!" Chen Luo snorted coldly and asked, "Is there a way to deal with it?"
Emperor Lin shook his head: "There is nothing we can do against the sea of blood."
"The creatures in the sea of blood are endless and can be killed endlessly."
"Only in the Central Pure Land, those monks have the way of compassion in their hearts. Whenever their time comes, they will plunge into the sea of blood and eliminate part of the sea of blood with their own way."
"For countless years, the outer edge of the blood sea has shrunk by nearly ten feet. This is the result of countless Buddhist disciples feeding the blood sea with their bodies."
When Chen Luo heard this, he clenched his fist unconsciously and remained silent.
"If my guess is correct, the one that will suffer the most from the combination of White Lotus Pure Land and Blood Sea this time should be the Central Whirlpool Pure Land."
"After all, they are the main force in dealing with the sea of blood."
"I think they may need outside help."
"Looking at the Netherworld, the only thing that can give them external power, besides my road of life and death, is your road of mortal world. I want to stick to the road and not be affected by the sea of blood, so only you can make a difference."
"So I called you back early."
Speaking of this, a trace of guilt appeared on Linhuang's face: "I'm sorry, originally this was our responsibility."
"But if the Blood Sea and the White Lotus Pure Land completely complete their cooperation, and the creatures in the Blood Sea can rely on the Buddhist avenue of the White Lotus Pure Land to go to the human world without suffering from heavenly calamity, there will be a catastrophe in the world."
"After all, the sea of blood never dries up, and the monsters never end!"
"So, work hard..."
When Chen Luo heard this, he chuckled and shook his head.
"Uncle, there is no need to say this."
"In ancient times, Buddhism has been stationed in the Netherworld for thousands of years. You have led the civil and military forces of the entire dynasty into the Netherworld for hundreds of years."
"Isn't it for the joy of the world and the lights of thousands of homes?"
"When it comes to hard work, you are the ones who really work hard."
"I'm fine. I'm just afraid that my ability is limited and I won't be able to help."
"But if you have a little enthusiasm, you will shine a lot. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, regardless of which generation."
"Besides, do you think we look like the Beat Generation?"
Looking at Chen Luo's sincere face, Emperor Lin smiled happily and patted Chen Luo's face affectionately.
"The human race... is so good!"
At this moment, a small yellow doorman walked quickly to the door and shouted loudly: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the Bodhisattvas from the Central Whirlpool Pure Land are asking to see Your Majesty and King Fengdu!"
"The Bodhisattva Thich Nhat Hanh made it clear: One hundred thousand fires are urgent!"
Chen Luo and Linhuang looked at each other. Linhuang put away the smile on his face and looked majestically at the small yellow gate where the order was delivered.
"Xuan!"
Tribute to Chongqing.
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(End of chapter)
