Over Chaoge City.
Thirty-three outer heavens, a shy figure with a big belly came through the void and entered the human world.
As soon as this figure entered the human world, human luck swarmed around him.
He said the Taoist number, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds were heard all over his body, and golden light shone out, instantly dispelling the fate of the world.
"What the saint said is true. The fate of the world is comparable to the three Taoist religions."
Say it.
He touched his big belly, and the magic power around his body converged, turning into a fat Taoist with a smile on his face.
As soon as the magic power of the fat Taoist was dispersed, the luck in the world around him also dispersed, and only some of it, like thin threads, disappeared into his soul.
"The calamity of the mortal world is really like gangrene in the bones."
The fat Taoist clasped his hands together, chanted Sanskrit sounds in succession, and golden light emerged from his body, eliminating the gossamer threads of luck entangled in his soul.
"This trip to the human world, I don't know how many years I have to be in seclusion."
The fat Taoist sighed and looked ahead. A majestic city stood between heaven and earth. He suppressed the shock in his eyes and blended into the crowd.
…
Chaoge City.
Wen Taishi Mansion.
Hearing that the Grand Master had been promoted to the position of Prime Minister, many civil and military officials came to congratulate him.
A door plaque that had been hanging since Wen Ding was carefully carried down by several people.
The door plaque was so heavy that the servants almost fell off the wooden ladder.
"Be careful! This was carved by the late King Wen Ding."
On the stone steps in front of the door, a bearded but handsome middle-aged man was startled and hurriedly tried to support him below.
Bang! ! !
result.
The door plaque really fell, and there was a clang, hitting him directly below.
"Young Master!!"
The old servants around were scared to death, and a group of guards quickly lifted up the door plaque.
"Be careful, be careful..."
Under the door plaque, a middle-aged man's alert voice came out. He was slapped to the ground by the door plaque, and he actually dragged the door plaque up with his face.
"Master, are you okay?"
When the old servant saw the middle-aged man with a bruised nose and swollen face, he was so frightened that he called the witch doctor.
The middle-aged man waved his hand and said nonchalantly:
"What's the point of a little pain on the flesh? Nothing is more important than His Majesty Wen Ding's authentic work..."
After that, he looked at the door plaque with the three characters "Prime Minister's Mansion" hanging on it, and praised with joy:
"As expected of the king, these three words are quite charming."
"Ahem...this is the writing of old Prime Minister Shang Rong."
The old housekeeper reminded me.
The middle-aged man laughed and didn't mind at all.
"The old prime minister's calligraphy is also very charming."
"This is the first plaque of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the world after the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."
"With this plaque, who dares not to give me Wentian face?"
"Ahem, I dare to ask... is this Mr. Xiaoge?"
Wen Tian, a middle-aged man, was admiring the three characters "Xiangguofu" when suddenly a fat Taoist with a big belly came over with a kind look.
He was wearing a green Taoist robe with wide sleeves and a large sack wrapped around his waist. His two gray eyebrows fluttered in the wind, and he was full of fairy style and Taoist charm.
Wen Tian touched his beard, looked at the fat Taoist carefully and said:
"Outlander?"
The fat Taoist was startled, then smiled and said:
"The poor Taoist comes from the West..."
Wen Tian responded:
"Oh, I'm from Xiqi. The gifts are placed in the west."
The fat Taoist looked at the courtyard full of congratulatory gifts. The smile on his face froze. After a moment, he continued:
"The poor Taoist is not from Xiqi, but from the West. I came here to look for him..."
"Not Xiqi?"
"Is it the human side or the Rong side?"
"Hey, it's all the same. I'm busy with my affairs right now, so I'll put aside the gifts and let's talk some other time."
The fat Taoist was about to speak when he suddenly saw a burly young man walking forward with his hands full of gifts, and said with joy on his face:
"My little brother has met Brother Wen Tian!"
"My father is busy and can't come here, so I prepared two extra small gifts to congratulate Uncle Wen on his promotion to the position of Prime Minister."
Wen Tian's face immediately put on a smile, he cupped his fists and said:
"Oh, dear brother, how is your health these days?"
Evil Lai smiled and said:
"My father is as healthy as ever."
Wen Tian praised:
"Uncle Fei Lian seems to have entered the court as an official in the same year as my father. I didn't expect that decades later, his appearance is still the same as before. I'm really envious..."
Badai's heart skipped a beat, and he laughed and said:
"My father only has good looks, but his body is no longer what it used to be."
Wen Tian laughed and said again:
"This young master from a well-known civil and military family in the Manchu Dynasty has now become our descendants. Only you and I can be considered brothers."
"It's really sad."
Wu Lai hurriedly said a few words, put down the gift, and walked away.
After Xilai left, Wen Tian smiled thoughtfully. He turned around and saw that Maitreya was still there, and said curiously:
"Brother, what else can you do?"
The fat Taoist was very patient and kept the smile on his face. Seeing Wentian, he clasped his hands together and chanted Sanskrit sounds from his mouth.
"I am a poor Taoist named Tushita Tianlonghuadong Maitreya. The donor has a destiny with me in the West. Is he willing to join my sect, worship me as my teacher, and follow me to the West to achieve enlightenment?"
After the fat Taoist finished speaking, bursts of golden light emitted from his body.
Everyone saw the golden lotus falling from his head, and a tall statue of a kind-hearted god appeared behind him.
next moment.
The faces of the guests who came and went showed fascination, and they were about to kowtow and kneel down, but were awakened by a sound of ridicule.
Wen Tian laughed loudly, glanced at Maitreya angrily and said:
"Do you think I'm sick?"
"The donor is in good health and has no disease."
Maitreya Taoist's kind brows showed a hint of doubt, and he looked at Wen Tian strangely.
This person obviously has no magic power at all, so why can he stay awake in the sound of his Sanskrit?
Wen Tian sneered:
"Since I'm not sick, then you are."
"Now the mountain gods from the three mountains and five mountains are rushing to Chaoge to ask for the title from the king."
"As the son of the chief minister of the cabinet, everyone respects me as Xiao Ge Lao. I take care of all the secular affairs on my father's behalf. The gods even want to give me gifts."
"You don't want to give me any gifts, but you still want me to worship you as my teacher?"
"Why is your face so big?"
"Get out of here, don't let me see you."
After Wen Tian finished speaking, a sincere smile suddenly appeared on his face, like spring breeze and rain, and he walked towards an old man who held his head high.
"Uncle Shang, why are you here in person?"
"Why don't you come and take a look at the door plaque that I wrote personally?"
Shang Rong stroked his beard and smiled broadly.
Maitreya still had a kind expression on his face, but there was a hint of coldness in the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with mana and he looked at Wen Tian.
He discovered that Wen Tian actually had a strong sense of human destiny wrapped around him.
"how so?"
"Wen Tian has no official position and is just a commoner. He is just called a small pavilion elder. How can he have such a huge fortune in the world?"
"No wonder the poor man's Sanskrit music couldn't save him for a while."
Maitreya Taoist was shocked and knew that this time it would take some effort.
The transforming power of the Western Buddhist Sanskrit Method is the power that the two saints understood when they made great aspirations to achieve enlightenment and become saints. This power does not require magic power to activate, and can even transform the destiny of the world.
As long as he uses the sound of Sanskrit to transform Wen Tian and let him go with him willingly, he will not be entangled by the fate of the world and will not be contaminated by the misfortune of the world of mortals.
However, the time it takes for the Sanskrit Sound to transform a believer is related to the person's luck.
Maitreya Taoist priest's Sanskrit sound can make ordinary people in a city kneel down.
But when you meet someone who is truly blessed with great luck, you won’t be able to give up until you talk about it for ten or eight days.
Miroku sighed and lurked among the crowd.
After a while, he saw Shang Rong and Wen Tian moving away from the crowd, took out the cloth bag wrapped around his waist, and followed them quietly.
After several muffled sounds, the two fell to the ground unconscious.
"We still have to use the crudest method."
Maitreya sighed, put the unconscious Wen Tian into a bag, and ran out of the city in one step.
Every time he took a step, strands of luck came from all directions and submerged into his soul.
I don't know how long it took, but Shang Rong woke up faintly.
Then, a shout made everyone in Wen Mansion feel tense.
"Come quickly, someone is beating someone!"
…
Half an hour later.
Grand Master Wen was sitting in the main seat in the middle hall with an ugly face. He held both male and female whips in his hands, his eyebrows were wide open, and his voice echoed over Chaoge City.
"What kind of villain dares to come to my house and kidnap someone!!"
