Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 467 466. Pot?No, it's Jiang Hu

Historically, Xuanzang went to Tianzhu to retrieve the scriptures, completely subverting the status of Hinayana Buddhism in China's Shenzhou with his own power, and indeed brought Buddhism to another realm since the Tang Dynasty.

As for Li Zhen... I dare not say that I am a scholar who is proficient in Buddhism.

Before crossing over here, he was a very firm and firm atheist.

Atheists don't believe in God.

More trust in hardworking hands.

The same is true for Li Zhen.

But he also has a positive attitude towards religion.

The Chinese nation has the strongest and most unreasonable cultural assimilation attribute in the world. The so-called cultural identity is the summary and inheritance of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and the wisdom of the ancestors for thousands of years.The beliefs spread on this land, based on the wisdom of the ancestors, may have different teachings, but in the final analysis, they hope that the world will become better.

The most intuitive difference is that in some western myths, gods always like to descend to earth to help suffering mortals.

But what about the gods on the side of the celestial dynasty?
Go down to earth, reincarnate, become a hero, lead people out of suffering.

This is the essential difference.

The gods of the Celestial Dynasty people have no form, because the form is mortal.

After time travelling, it is true that he has more respect for the world, but he still believes that no matter what religion, everyone always wants to make this world a better place.

But the scene in front of him overturned his cognition more or less.

Let him clearly understand one thing...

"Ah, it turns out that the current Hinayana Buddhism... unexpectedly has such evil methods."

At the same time, another idea came to mind.

What about the so-called Mahayana Buddhism?
Mahayana Buddhism...what the hell is it?Just a few scriptures brought from Third Brother?Or……

other?

Tell the truth.

It's pretty wicked.

The master of the free environment is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others.

What everyone is fighting is whether the divine sense is pure, and whether the control over the Qi of heaven and earth is subtle.

And what is the first element of pure spiritual thoughts?
No matter what the situation is, you have the confidence to believe in yourself.

This self-confidence will drive the divine sense, and the divine sense will fully exercise the thoughts in the heart with the qi of heaven and earth.

People who can come to the free environment, dare not say how talented they are, but at least they are all people with firm minds.

but.

Is it this kind of determined person who actually started killing each other in the scriptures recited by the monk?
The ability of Bodhi Temple...

Would it be too wicked?

And in the midst of this surprise, the winner has already been decided among the three.

The short guy was the worst and was the first to be stabbed to death.

The tall man has fierce swordsmanship, but in the final analysis, all his skills are focused on agility.

Although the buddy in the middle with a physique was fighting, but that buddy had thick blood and high defense. After nearly fifty moves, he came up with a move of burning jade and stone in exchange for injury.

The physique buddy punched the tall swordsman in the heart. Following the torn rags in the back of the heart, the swordsman's hand dropped and let go of the long sword that cut the opponent's throat.

Same as that short swordsman.

There is a kind of... such a compassionate smile on his face, as if everything in the world falls on the flower in his hand.

Smiling, with flowers, left this world.

ended.

Blood, tick tick.

The sound of scripture chanting stopped, and the eyes of the monk turned into compassion again, step by step, walking in front of the burly thief.

The thief's eyes grew darker, but the clarity and reason in his eyes returned.

When he just regained consciousness, he was still a little confused, but immediately the pain came from the sword marks on his body.Before he could cry out in pain, the monk with his back against the scorching sun, like a shadowy mountain, appeared in front of him.

Pain turned into shock.

And after the astonishment, comes the fear.

Want to run away quickly, want to run away, even... want to beg for mercy.

But before he could speak, the monk grabbed him with one hand and lifted him up.

The monk in the white robe looks so handsome.

A born Buddha, a bhikkhuni who taught the twelve precepts, possesses the six Buddhist teachings, and sees the future with his eyes.

All kinds of compassion can be found in these extremely calm eyes.

But he was the only one who could not be found, the sinner who had soiled the monk's hands.

"Great... Master... Compassion..."

Breathing became more and more difficult.

Because of the squeeze of the palm, blood oozed from between the monk's white fingers.

No sorrow or joy.

Venerable Kassapa said: A fool cannot be saved.

The venerable is very wise, but the little monk is not as good.

However, it is known that the evil of treating human life as worthless has no way of turning back.

If you can't let go of the butcher's knife, you can't become a Buddha.

Namo, Amitabha...

"Snapped."

Just when the monk is about to exert himself!

Suddenly, a hand clapped on his shoulder.

"Okay, if you pinch it again, you will kill him."

Li Zhen appeared in front of him.

This time, the qi supporting the monk's arm was broken, and the monk couldn't hold the weight, causing the killer to fall to the ground again, opening his mouth in vain, wanting to take a big gulp of fresh air.

But his throat was broken.

Being able to survive until now is already a credit to the body that has been tempered and tried hard to make up for it.

Ignoring Xuanzang behind him, Li Zhen looked at the man in front of him and shook his head slightly, pointing to the side:
"The injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner. You have also seen it. My monk read some scriptures. He was the one who did it, and he was the one who cut you down. You still have to go to him to get revenge, you know? It has nothing to do with my monk. If you don’t believe me, take a look, this monk looks clean, so rare~”

Pointing to the temperatureless corpse, the Taoist gave a ridiculous explanation.

"..."

The man seemed to want to say something.

But the unstoppable blood had taken away all his strength.

In the end, his eyes were completely dimmed, numb...

He fell to the ground and did not move.

"Tsk."

In the blink of an eye, three lives were left here.

Even Li Zhen felt a little speechless.

But death is dead, and things in the rivers and lakes will be resolved in the rivers and lakes.

There are so many people who are neither deaf nor blind, and the three killers wanted to bully an unidentified weak woman, but in the end they encountered a hard stubble.If you die, you are not good at it.

To put it bluntly, even if the government was informed of this matter, the government would not care about it.

You solve your own affairs in the arena by yourself.

Standing up, looking at the monk whose hands were still dripping with blood, Li Zhen rolled his eyes:
"Okay, go and see the beauty that your old hero saved."

As he spoke, he took out the handkerchief that Hongying got from her the night he met the Yinyang family on the Luoshui River, and handed it over.

I don't know what this handkerchief is made of, but it's very useful.

No matter what kind of stain it is, it can be wiped clean with water.

I forgot to return it before, and it just happened to be used at this time.

"Wipe the blood clean, don't you think it's dirty?"

"..."

Looking at the handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms, Xuanzang did not refuse. After taking it, he wiped his hands and clasped his hands together:

"Amitabha, there are all sentient beings who will be reborn in bliss, and will see the Tathagata with the three lights..."

"..."

Looking at the bald donkey who had just killed someone and started to recite the supernatural scriptures, Li Zhen rolled Hao Cishi's big eyes, and ignored him with a handkerchief.

My good fellow, you were the one who killed, and you are the one who is saving now.

Kill and bury a dragon?

This service is too good.

With absurdity, he walked to the girl, and seeing that she was still unconscious, Li Zhen turned to look at the monk who continued to chant scriptures.

There was a deep helplessness in his eyes.

Could it be that Pindao is just a piece of shit?

Wherever you go, will you attract flies?

Pooh!
With a wave of his hand, the golden light picked up the unconscious woman like running water, and stuffed her directly into the carriage.

Back under the awning, he rinsed the handkerchief with the water in the teacup, and spread it on the table to wait for it to dry in the shade. He waved to the steward beside him who was already looking dumbfounded.

"Uh... big... my lord... no... Daoist..."

The steward who had barely reacted to the scene in front of him stuttered until now.

Li Zhen didn't care about it, and said directly:
"Bury the corpse. Then go and ask the boatmen who are eating, we have to cross the river. Oh yes, you heard these too, right? The killer of the Blood Mist Academy."

The steward's face turned pale.

Nod:
"The next official should report to the imperial court, and please come to support the head catcher..."

"Need not."

Li Zhen waved his hand:

"If this group of people really come to trouble you, it is impossible to guard against them by sending a headhunter. So, you can release the news after a while... Well, let's say that the murderer is a friend of Xueyou Ji. If you want to take revenge... go find Xue You Ji asked about our whereabouts. Do you understand?"

"...???"

It can be seen that the manager is obviously a little confused.

Even in my heart, I was still thinking about how this hapless bastard named Xue Youji has offended you, and I don’t want money to pour dirty water there.

But he nodded and remembered the name.

"Well, hurry up and get to work."

Li Zhen waved again.

After the steward left, he looked at Xuanzang's back with helplessness in his eyes.

He wasn't afraid to make trouble for Xiao Xixi.

Before leaving, she said with a smile that this time, she was looking for her master Xue Yinke.

Needless to say, the status of Blood Hidden Guest in Blood Mist Academy.

Does anyone really dare to make trouble with Xiaoxie?Not necessarily.

And since Li Zhen left the news about this matter, it is reasonable, if these three people have a backer, they have to go to Xueyinke and Xiaoxixi to ask.

Although Xiao Xixi seems to be unreliable in doing things, he is actually very sharp in mind.

Once they heard that a monk and a Taoist made it together, they would definitely guess that they were with Xuanzang.At that time, there is no need to even stop them, just tell the other party that the monk who murdered is a disciple of the three gods in the Bodhi Temple, and Xuanzang, who is rumored to be the most promising to become a Buddha in 500 years, is enough.

From Pegasus City and the schools of thought, Li Zhen learned that this river and lake is a river and lake that emphasizes "love" and "room".

He didn't believe that it was just a simple assassination... Or, even if the girl in the carriage was a relative of the royal family, Blood Mist Academy would not dare... Or there was no need to offend Bodhi Temple.

Because the risk and benefit are not directly proportional.

As for whether he himself will be angered by the Blood Mist Academy...

Are you kidding me?
Pindao is a disciple of Xuan Junguan.

Gee.

look.

On the Journey to the West, those who die are always little monsters who have no background.

Those with a background, even if they make a mistake, the big deal is to go back and be a cow or a horse for others.

What is this called?
This is called rivers and lakes.

(End of this chapter)