As all the phantoms of the Buddhist scriptures were thrown into Chen Luo's soul, the Zen Buddha Avenue shook for a moment, and everything returned to calm. Along with the light on the manuscript, it dimmed and fell on the desk again, returning to its original state.
Chen Luo looked up. Although he was across the roof, he could feel that Tiandao didn't seem to have any expression.
"That's it?"
Chen Luo thought he would make some big move, but he didn't expect that after brewing for so long, there wasn't even a surprise.
"Over there in the Netherworld..." Chen Luo closed his eyes, sensed his own incarnation, and learned that the Buddha's light was overflowing in the central Pure Land, especially Ksitigarbha, showing the Buddha's Dharma.
But that was it, no further action was taken.
Chen Luo frowned slightly: I have obtained this sutra, what else do you want?
Could it be...
Then, Chen Luo sighed softly.
The four masters and disciples are still in their 80s, one difficulty away from "returning to truth", and "Journey to the West" is still two chapters away from being finished!
You have to finish writing all the functions of this scripture before you can see it, right?
Tiandao, you are really stuck!
OK, I’ll write!
I can always write it!
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At the same time that Chen Luo was writing "Journey to the West", he was in the southern wilderness and Weihu Mountain.
Feng Bugui looked at Feng Feifei and frowned slightly.
"Retreat?"
"I remember that Nanzhi just came out of seclusion not long ago. Why is he in seclusion again?"
Feng Feifei said calmly: "Azhi felt the blood pulse shock, so he decided to retreat again."
Feng Bugui stood up and slowly walked towards Feng Feifei. The momentum in his body was released, causing turmoil in the space around him.
Feng Feifei was fully vigilant, and she felt that Feng Bugui's cultivation seemed to have taken a step further.
"You...have reached the Desolate Bone Realm?" Feng Feifei looked horrified. You must know that Feng Bugui was promoted to the Ancestral Demon and entered the First Ancestor Realm a few months ago. How could he enter the Desolate Bone Realm so quickly?
The four realms of the ancestral demon: First Ancestor, Desolate Bones, Desolate Veins, and Desolate Souls.
Don't look at it. When Chen Luo wrote Journey to the West before, it seemed that only the Wild Soul Realm was valuable. But now in the Southern Wilderness, about 60% of the ancestor demons are still in the first ancestor realm.
After all, what Chen Luo writes about is the potential of bloodline, and how much it can be redeemed depends on each person's luck.
Even Feng Feifei is considered a prodigy of the Tiger Clan. Feng Bugui is nearly a year older than Feng Feifei, and he has only just lost his bones after practicing so far.
To be fair, if it were not for Feng Nanzhi, Feng Bugui could indeed be called the first genius of the Tiger clan in thousands of years.
"The bloodline path before Huanghun is like walking on a plain river to me." Feng Bugui stood in front of Feng Feifei and said, "Feng Feifei, you are the one teaching Nanzhi's practice."
"At this time last year, she was already the pinnacle saint."
"With such a noble bloodline, why haven't you entered the ancestral realm yet?"
"Why are you in retreat so many times?"
"Is it because you didn't teach her well? Or is there something wrong with her?"
Facing Feng Bugui's question, Feng Feifei's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Practice has its own destiny."
"Nanzhi's goal is not to be promoted to the Ancestral Demon, but to become an Emperor Demon that surpasses the past!"
"Before the ancestral realm, there is no harm in being cautious!"
Feng Bugui's eyes shrank slightly, then returned to his seat and sat down: "I know that the white tiger is incomplete."
"The elders proposed that Nanzhi practice dual cultivation with me after the Ancestral Demon Realm. It is a good thing for her and the Tiger Clan."
"I won't let her down if I don't return home."
"She was raised by the fox in Qingqiu since she was a child, and her mind is still a little pure and kind."
"You can give me some advice on weekdays."
Feng Feifei snorted lightly but did not reply.
Feng Bugui didn't take it seriously. He waved his hand and a porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.
Feng Bugui threw the porcelain bottle to Feng Feifei and said, "There are twelve drops of ancestral demon blood in it, which I got from hunting other ancestral demons these days."
"They are all blood essence suitable for the White Tiger bloodline. This is my apology for the last dispute in the Stone Palace!"
"If you come to me again when she is promoted, I will force out a drop of Qiongqi's blood as a guide to help her advance!"
Feng Feifei accepted the porcelain bottle and nodded: "I will tell her."
Feng Bugui looked at Feng Feifei again and said, "Nanzhi...is not in retreat in her ancestral land."
Feng Feifei chuckled lightly and did not respond.
Feng Bugui narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, nodded: "If you have any questions, come to Yihu to see me."
"It is inconvenient for other elders to take action, but I, Feng Bugui, have no worries!"
After saying that, Feng Bugui stood up, waved his cloak behind him, and walked out of the stone hall.
Looking at Feng Bugui's back, Feng Feifei's face turned grim. He held the porcelain bottle containing the blood of the ancestor demon in his hand. After a long time, he sighed deeply and disappeared.
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"Take it, I don't want it!" Feng Nanzhi said calmly in Chaoyunzu Star without even looking at the porcelain vase, "My majestic empress, when will I need him to present treasures!"
"If I really need blood essence, Chen Luo will do it for me... Huh, I don't even need his blood. When will it be Feng Bugui's turn?"
Feng Feifei reluctantly put away the porcelain bottle of essence and blood, looked at Feng Nanzhi cutting baby clothes "clumsily", and shook her head.
"I will buy these things..."
"It's different!" Feng Nanzhi picked up the small clothes he had sewn and looked at them. He said with a soft face, "The child's first clothes must be made by the mother."
It's just that the little baby clothes have nothing to do with beauty. They are roughly the shape of two pieces of clothes and then sewn together.
Embroidering flowers and plants was too troublesome, so Feng Nanzhi directly sealed some of the plants and trees' souls into them.
Feng Feifei handed Feng Nanzhi a glass of spiritual fluid and said, "It's just...how are you sure that the little guy will be born in human form?"
The wind stops in the south:?(°?°)?
"Yes! She is my Feng Nanzhi's child, she must be in the shape of a tiger!" Feng Nanzhi quickly took another piece of fur, "I will sew another one..."
"Azhi, is this fur at the level of a great sage?" Feng Feifei felt a little tired, "The baby has just been born, so I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand the pressure from above, right?"
"How could my Feng Nanzhi's child... Okay, let me change."
"Feng Bugui has been promoted to Desolate Bone." After a moment, Feng Feifei said calmly.
Feng Nanzhi paused for a moment, then continued cutting. Just when Feng Feifei was about to say something else, Feng Nanzhi said, "I have a feeling..."
"The baby is about to be born."
"One month at the earliest and three months at the latest."
"When she is born, please Azu, please take care of her..."
"I will try my best to advance to the ancestral realm!"
"I am of the White Tiger bloodline, I will not fall behind Feng Bugui!"
"As long as I'm here, the Tiger Clan can't change the world!"
"It's just now...Azu, let me do what a mother should do."
After saying that, Feng Nanzhi continued what he was doing and started sewing new baby clothes...
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The next day.
In Zhongjing, wake up to the teahouse for breakfast.
The storyteller was foaming at the mouth on the stage, narrating the content of the ninety-eighth chapter that had just been released.
Although there are no demons or ghosts in this chapter, whether it is the loss of the physical body of Ling Yundu or the ordeal of the wordless scripture, it all makes the listeners' eyes light up.
When the storyteller finished this section, there was a rare cry of "shame on the literati". The tea guests still stayed at their seats and started talking in small groups.
"Only by taking off the human body can one become a Buddha?" An old man twisted his beard and asked, "I don't know what it means, but it makes sense."
"In my opinion, it should be the theory of 'knowing the mind and seeing the nature' in Shaolin Zen." A Shaolin warrior clasped his hands and said, "There is also a mind-centering ape and a horse in the mind in martial arts, which is quite consistent with the 'heart'. "
"You have to tell me. Chen Zhuguo's martial arts came from the world of mortals and went back to the world of mortals. When I was lucky enough to see Chen Zhuguo's first attack on Tianmen, he once said that no matter the demons, Buddhas, gods, and ghosts he wrote, they were all heartwarming!"
"Speaking of which, in the Earth Immortal Avenue, which is a branch of martial arts, there is also a saying that Tao is the heart." At this time, a Hongchen Sword Immortal with a sword on his back and walking on the Earth Immortal Avenue said softly, "The so-called being in the human body is God is the so-called heart. So if you teach people to cultivate the Tao, you will cultivate the mind. If you teach people to cultivate the mind, you will cultivate the Tao."
When everyone heard this, they immediately looked at the Taoist. During this period, there were many Shaolin warriors, but the mortal swordsman was still rare.
"Brother Taoist, I'm sorry, but you don't know the taboo of my brother's name? If you have some free time, can you go to the humble residence to discuss Taoism after listening to the book?" A middle-aged warrior said with his hands in hand.
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"I am Bei Feng. I came from Dongcang and want to go to the Southern Wilderness. I came to Zhongjing to pay homage to Master Chen. I have no time to talk about Taoism. I hope you can forgive me."
Beifeng had just signed up for his number, and in an instant everyone around him turned to look at him sideways.
Sad wind? That sad wind in Dongcang City?
That Taoist Master Beifeng who entered martial arts from Taoism?
This is a famous martial arts genius!
At this time, an old man in Confucian robes suddenly said to Beifeng: "Master Beifeng, I have a question. If you see Chen Zhuguo, can you ask him for me."
Beifeng nodded quickly: "Of course I am willing, please elaborate, old man."
"Both Zen and Earth Immortals have theories on cultivating the mind that came from the world of mortals. Why does Confucianism not exist yet?" The old man sighed softly, "Confucius said Chengren and Mencius said righteousness. These are the ways of saints. I am old and stupid, and I would like to ask. Ask the worldly Confucian scholar about the way of mortals."
"I have the heart to be benevolent and upright, but it was a time of life and death. But on ordinary days, how should I hold my heart?"
Everyone fell into deep thought after hearing the old man's question.
Beifeng stood up, bowed to the old man and said, "I will turn this question to Master Chen. As for whether Master Chen will answer it and how to answer it, I dare not make a conclusion."
"It's okay! Just ask if you want!" The old man smiled, "I will pay for your tea, so I can repay you..."
High in the sky, Su Poxian frowned, and his eyes fell on the old man who woke up in the morning teahouse. Yan Baichuan beside him also smiled helplessly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Han still has this side!" Su Poxian said.
"Well, after watching the latest episode of "Journey to the West", Mr. Han became anxious." Yan Baichuan's figure appeared next to Su Poxian, "Let's not talk about martial arts. Even Zen and Earth Immortals have clarified the way of the heart. Only among the Confucian sect, Chen Luo has been slow to give his views on how to enter the world."
"What if martial arts are thousands of miles away, and the Confucian sect will not be able to benefit!"
"But you can't pull off your face and go to the door to ask."
"This is the only way!"
Su Poxian looked around and said, "He has already asked this question to more than 600 people in his seventy-two incarnations in Daxuan territory."
"Let them come to Chen Luo for advice."
Yan Baichuan was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Su Poxian.
"Shameless!" the two said in unison.
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At this time, in Anguo Gong's mansion, Chen Luo didn't know that he was being taken care of by the half-sage again. He had breakfast and went back to the study.
It’s time for the final kick, hurry up and cum!
"Chapter Ninety-Nine: After ninety-nine counts, the demons will be extinguished, and three or three steps will fill the path and return to the root."
Chen Luo wrote the title of the penultimate chapter of "Journey to the West" on the paper.
Logically speaking, after writing the ninety-eight chapters yesterday, he should have continued on and finished Journey to the West in one breath. However, Chen Luo found that as the shadow of the scriptures entered the sea of his soul and the Zen Buddhism path was turbulent, his soul became tired. I couldn't stand it anymore.
Therefore, this time was postponed until today.
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It is said that after Tang Monk and his disciples finished studying the scriptures, the Eight Great Vajras of Lingshan were ordered to take Tang Monk and his disciples to fly to the Tang Dynasty to preach the scriptures. However, Guanyin Bodhisattva discovered that Tang Monk’s KPI... no, it was a disaster, and it had not been completely overcome.
There are only eighty difficulties, and one difficulty is still missing.
So Guanyin Bodhisattva sent someone to notify Didi's driver, Bada Jingang, to abandon the passenger in the middle of the journey and throw the Tang monk master and disciple off the cloud.
There is no way, there is always an inexplicable connection between numbers and the way of heaven, such as the numbers of seven, seven, nine, and nine.
Dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction.
The master and disciple of Tang Monk were thrown directly to the bank of Tongtian River, and happened to meet the white turtle spirit, the god of Tongtian River, who they had helped back then. The white turtle was overjoyed to see Tang Monk and his disciples returning from Buddhist scriptures, and took the initiative to carry them across the Tongtian River.
During this period, Bai Yu talked about old things, saying that he had asked Monk Tang to ask the Buddha when he would achieve enlightenment.
As a result, Tang Seng’s reaction was: (;?Д?i|!)
The poor monk forgot!
The white turtle immediately became angry and threw Tang Seng and his disciples into the river together with their salutes.
Tang Monk accepted his mistake and didn't care, so he asked Sun Wukong and others to fish the salute and the scriptures ashore. However, he encountered a demon who snatched the scriptures and was beaten away by Sun Wukong.
At this time, the scriptures were already soaked, so the four masters and disciples had to arrange to dry the scriptures. As a result, part of the scriptures stuck to the rocks, resulting in incomplete scriptures.
At this point, the last difficulty is finally over.
…
When writing this chapter, Chen Luo changed it slightly again.
It was the pseudo-Buddha who wanted to seize the scriptures and secretly attacked Tang Monk and his party. The Eight Great Vajras were attacked by the pseudo-Buddha and lost their fragrance. Only then did Tang Monk and his disciples fall from the clouds and fall to the bank of the Tongtian River.
As for the part about the white turtle, I had no choice but to keep it without asking.
In the end, when the evil demons took over the sutras, they naturally changed to the pseudo-Buddhas to take over the sutras.
Anyway, I have been blamed for the whole book, and this is not the last chapter.
At the end of this chapter, the Eight Great Vajra caught up with Tang Monk and his disciples again, and once again the fragrant wind blew them up in the air, heading straight towards the Eastern Tang Dynasty!
…
After finishing writing this time, Chen Luo flicked his wrist.
Compared to the last time, there were so many scriptures, and this time there was nothing major, so Chen Luo didn't feel tired, so he dipped his brush in ink and continued writing.
The finale of "Journey to the West"!
Chapter 100: Return to the East, the Five Saints come true!
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