My baby is gone again

Chapter 101 Lu Xuan: Let Me Be Healthy, How Are You Developing?
In fact, Lu Xuan's decision was only based on careful consideration.

Although I don't know what Tianchong Temple is doing.

But if there is a real evil in the temple, he is still sure that he will solve it in time.

"When, when, when..."

The bell rang seven times in a row, announcing the start of the Buddha's birthday ceremony.

The disciples of Tianchong Temple passed down one after another vegetarian dishes. The dishes are exquisite and served on jade plates.

The chopsticks and soup bowls on the table were all carved from white jade, without any flaws.

Above the clouds, Da Neng chatted and laughed happily.

In the Buddhist kingdom, the common people enjoy themselves happily.

At Fengyangzi's table, a gray-robed master stood up, raised his glass and said with a smile:
"This banquet is held in Tianchong Temple today. It is also fate that we meet here. I would like to respect everyone."

This is the elder of Qichen Temple, his name is Liao Shan, and he has a mid-stage cultivation base.

"What Master Liaoshan said is absolutely true."

"We will go to the banquet together, and meeting here is fate."

"Extremely so."

Everyone agreed.

Feng Yangzi looked at all the great talents, then at the wine in his glass, and drank it bravely.

Uncle Patriarch said that there is a problem with vegetarian food, but vegetarian wine should be fine, right?
"Huh, good wine, good wine!"

An old man in a brocade robe put down his cup and praised:

"This wine has softness in its hardness, and hardness in its softness. It is obviously fierce and hard, but it has compassion and softness. It actually contains two characteristics at the same time...

Although this is the first time for the old man to drink it, he can feel that there seems to be Buddha's meaning in it, which is really extraordinary. "

"Senior Huanglong's eyes are like torches."

Master Yuding had an admiration on his face:
"This wine is brewed from the fruit of the Vajra tree in front of the Bodhisattva Hall in Tianchong Temple, and it takes the meaning of [Buddha has a compassionate heart, and also has magic spells].

If I'm not mistaken, the jar of wine we drank has been cellared for at least 300 years. "

The old man known as the "Yellow Dragon" is the person with the highest realm in the field, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of Mahayana.

He came from an ordinary family and was originally a woodcutter.

One day when he was cutting firewood in the mountains, he met a dragon and fell into a ravine. He got a chance from the dragon's corpse, washed the scriptures and cut the marrow, and embarked on the road of practice since then.

In addition, my surname is Huang, so after becoming enlightened, I was named [Huanglong Zhenjun].

Yu Ding is a good wine drinker, and he is also good at wine tasting. He talks about fine wines with eloquence.

The rest of the people also responded one after another, expressing their opinions and revealing their knowledge.

Feng Yangzi didn't interrupt, but took advantage of the time when the group of people were talking about business, and drank half a jug of wine.

He deliberately let go of his prohibition on alcohol, so as to refresh his spirits.

The two pillars of Daoyan Zong's face, Qingyangzi and Fengyangzi, these two brothers are a little socially afraid.

Qing Yangzi was slightly better, after all, he was the master of a sect, and he attended various meetings on weekdays, surrounded by a circle of Mahayana crossing tribulation monks.

I have seen a lot of big scenes, so I won’t panic too much when something happens.

Fengyangzi is different. He is mainly responsible for receiving visitors from the foreign sect, and he is always on his own territory when dealing with affairs. He has not as much experience as Qingyangzi.

As the saying goes, wine is strong and courageous.

Now that Feng Yangzi has had a lot of troubles, he feels a lot more at ease.

"Everyone, let me break the fast."

Master Shan laughed too.

"it is good."

"it is good."

The crowd responded.

Mrs. Liao Shan raised her jade chopsticks and stretched them towards the table, just as she was about to pick up a piece of pastry in front of her.

All of a sudden, a pair of white jade chopsticks fell like lightning, grabbing the target she had chosen before her.

Mrs. Shan said: "???"

She turned her head and saw that Feng Yangzi was holding a pastry in his mouth, with an awkward but polite smile on his face, muttering while chewing:

"Well, Pindao is a little hungry..."

Liao Shan smiled, thinking that Feng Yangzi had traveled a long distance and was hungry, so he didn't take this matter to heart.

Just when I was about to clamp another piece, I heard the sound of "Dang Dang Dang Dang".

The jade chopsticks touched the jade plate, and there were sixteen rings in a row.

Taking advantage of her turning her head, Feng Yangzi struck like a thunderbolt, pinching the entire plate of pastries.

The master of Qichen Temple was not the only one who was the victim.

True Monarch Yuding was about to stir up the plain noodles in front of him, a pair of chopsticks were inserted forcefully, the ends of the chopsticks rolled up, and the plain noodles in the bowl brought out the soup, which flew up in a spiral, and was sucked down by Feng Yangzi with a snort.

The fit man named Tantai wanted to pick up a bean roll, but before the chopsticks touched it, the bean roll was pierced through.

After several crisp sounds, the whole plate of bean rolls was skewered on the white jade chopsticks. Feng Yangzi wiped the soup on the plate like a skewer, and ate it clean.

Those who came to Tianchong Temple for the banquet were all big monks with names and surnames, so they naturally paid attention to etiquette.

Especially at this table, everyone, as a powerful person, should change cups, chat and eat slowly.

No one expected that Feng Yangzi, a hungry ghost, would be killed halfway, and within a short time, half of the vegetarian food on the dinner table would be wiped out.

Of course, there are still quick-response players on the court after all.

The majestic Mahayana period monk and the most senior senior Huanglong Zhenjun in the audience finally made a move!

Before Feng Yangzi, a monk of the Hungry Ghost Dao, he picked up a piece of plain goose!
The next moment, the chopsticks of the cultivator Feng Yangzi fell down, and the tip of the chopsticks touched the food selected by Huanglong Zhenjun!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Yangzi pressed the plain goose that had left the jade plate back!

The atmosphere in the field froze.

True Monarch Huanglong's face was slightly cold, and he thought that today's juniors really don't know how to behave.

When he turned his wrist, the jade chopsticks vibrated, and there was a faint sound of dragon chant.

The wind and thunder whizzed, and the two jade chopsticks seemed to turn into twin dragons. They opened their mouths wide and bit the plain goose on the plate!
Everyone in the field suddenly changed their faces, and everyone could see that True Lord Huanglong had already used his means at this moment!

He wanted to make Fengyangzi suffer!
Feng Yangzi became nervous, subconsciously bit the jade pendant in his mouth.

The jade pendant glowed, and a trace of magic power seeped out.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a thunder explosion on the plate, the thunder was like lightning, it turned into a guillotine, wrapped in immeasurable heavenly power, and fell down with a loud crash!

With a sound of "click", the two ferocious dragon heads were cut off with a single knife, and Zhenjun Huanglong's chopsticks were broken, and then from the front end, it was shattered inch by inch!

As soon as the muffled hum sounded, True Monarch Huanglong's face turned pale, his body was shaken out of the seat, and he backed up three steps in a row before barely stopping.

There was dead silence in the field.

"Clap" sound.

The chopsticks in Shan's hand fell to the ground.

Everyone looked dull, and some doubted their own eyes.

What did they see just now?
The deputy suzerain of Dao Yanzong, Feng Yangzi, a cultivator of Xuxu, used only a pair of chopsticks to blow away a great power of the Mahayana period?
Zhenjun Huanglong's arm holding the chopsticks was still trembling. He blushed and covered his arm:

"Fellow Daoist, why... why do you have to play around with me?"

Old Zhenjun was very wronged.

Isn't it just a bite of food?
As for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, come and slap my old man in the face?

Feng Yangzi tried to force a sorry expression.

But just now, with the help of the patriarch's uncle's hack, he pretended to be a wave of coercion.

Feng Yangzi was really in a happy mood.

【No, it can't be like this...】

Feng Yangzi took a deep breath.

After all, he is an old senior, and he is already bullying others by using the magic weapon of his patriarch and uncle.

If I laughed out loud at this time, I'm afraid the old man would faint from anger.

So he tried his best to suppress a smile, cupped his hands and said:
"Thank you, senior, for accepting... It's just that this table of vegetarian banquet, the younger generation can't give it up to you. As for the reason... Feng Yangzi will apologize to you in the future."

He dropped chopsticks like rain, and took all the vegetarian dishes on the table into his mouth.

In the end, they didn't even let go of the porridge in front of everyone, and drank it all down with one mouthful.

All the masters looked at his handsome figure with tons of tons, and were silent in thought.

Huanglong Zhenjun is already a monk in the middle stage of Mahayana, and Feng Yangzi knocked him out of the arena with only a pair of chopsticks.

Obviously, Feng Yangzi's cultivation is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface.

So how high is his real realm?

Late Mahayana period?Mahayana peak?Or... has entered the tribulation?
Is this the true strength of Dao Yanzong monks?

The hearts of all the great powers trembled.

The way he looked at Feng Yangzi was quite different.

………………

It is different from the peaceful and quiet VIP dining area.

In the Land of Ultimate Bliss below, the atmosphere is much more lively.

Many people praised the true Buddha, and ordinary monks chatted and exchanged cups and cups.

"Father, what is the dark stuff in this porridge?"

A little girl with braids looks at the things in her bowl.

Beside her, the middle-aged man thought for a while:
"Should it be preserved eggs?"

"Aren't monks forbidden to eat eggs?"

asked the woman next to her.

"It is indeed said in the Buddhist scriptures that all eggs are inedible, and all have children..."

The middle-aged man recited a few Buddhist scriptures:

"However, Tian Chongzhen Buddha started in the kitchen back then, so we should have a different understanding of this. What's more, the eggs we eat are all 'widow eggs', which can't hatch chickens, so they can't be considered killing."

Listening to the discussion between her father and mother, the little girl half understood, but she understood the word "preserved egg".

So she lowered her head and gulped down the porridge in the bowl.

Well, salty, it is indeed preserved egg porridge.

………………

above the cloud.

"It should be enough to eat."

The disciple presiding over the meeting looked at the scene below and clasped his hands together.

Su Zhai entered the belly of these people, and the real Buddha's birthday ceremony should also begin.

"When, when, when, when..."

The bell rang suddenly.

Whether it was the common people in the Buddha of Ultimate Bliss or the monks above the clouds, they were all taken aback.

Why is it ringing the bell again?

According to the habit of the birthday ceremony of the Buddhist scriptures in the past.

Every time a vegetarian banquet is held, there must be a three-day flowing banquet.

The bell won't ring until it's over.

The vegetarian banquet is over before the first meal is finished?
Both common people and monks looked in the direction of the bell.

A middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, showing a compassionate look on his face.

He is the abbot of Tianchong Temple and a disciple of Master Kongwen.

The middle-aged monk took a step forward.

A layer of Dharma light lit up, and the clothes on his body disintegrated and turned into fly ash.

And what melted together with it was his skin.

The face of the middle-aged monk deformed and melted like a fester, his facial features were sunken, as if the bones could not support it, and an eyeball fell out of the eye socket and hit the ground.

But the eyeball didn't bounce and roll, on the contrary, it hit the ground like a ball made of wet mud and rotted into a puddle.

Then the nose, the mouth, the ears...

The facial features are like clay bodhisattvas soaked in water, and they fall off by themselves without using hands.

The sticky and soft skin fell off, and a dark black substance appeared under the skin, replacing the muscles and bones.

The middle-aged monk's body melted, and within a short while, it turned into a pool of black mud, wriggling and rushing towards the mountain behind Tianchong Temple.

Someone saw the step where the living person melted into black mud, and couldn't help but bend over and vomit.

But what he spit out from his mouth was not the meal he ate just now, but a black jelly-like substance, just like a middle-aged monk.

"Father, you...your face..."

The little girl looked at her father in horror.

But the middle-aged man standing in front of her was also trembling.

Because he saw, on his daughter's little face, black threads like spider webs emerged and continued to spread.

It seems that it won't take long for this face to disintegrate and fall off along these cracks, and then turn into a puddle of black mud just like Kong Wen's disciple.

"Everyone, things are already moving in the worst direction."

Feng Yangzi got up and said.

Above the clouds, black lines began to appear on the bodies of even the strong ones with profound cultivation bases. They used their mana, but they couldn't expel it from their bodies. They could only watch their bodies being corroded and infiltrated bit by bit.

"...Thank you, fellow Taoist Fengyangzi."

True Monarch Huanglong was silent, then got up and saluted seriously.

Da Neng in the field already knew why Feng Yangzi wanted to prevent them from eating the vegetarian food at Tianchong Temple.

"Someone is already dealing with the source of the pollution."

Feng Yangzi cupped his hands, "I also ask you to take action to suppress the situation, so that they don't cause casualties due to panic and confusion."

"I'll wait to understand."

Everyone responded together.

The "suppression of the situation" that Feng Yangzi said did not just refer to the suppression of the situation near Tianchong Temple.

Today is the Buddha's birthday, and in the entire territory of Tianchong Temple, vegetarian banquets will be held in Buddhist temples of all sizes, which has a great influence.

Everyone also knew this truth, each chose a direction, resorted to means, and carried out suppression.

Those who eat at the same table as Feng Yangzi are at least mid-stage monks who can travel tens of thousands of miles with a single thought.

Their speed of action is naturally extremely fast, while using escape methods, while swaying magical powers.

In just a few breaths of time, the bodies of all mortals and ordinary monks in the territory of Tianchong Temple were fixed in place, unable to move.

The people of Tianchong Temple did not stop them.

Because they have the strength to stop their Buddhist practice, they have turned into black mud and flew towards the mountain behind Tianchong Temple.

Because in Kong Wen's plan, even if he is as strong as Huanglong Zhenjun, he should become a part of the black mud at this moment, just like his own disciples.

"Friend Fengyangzi..."

After Zhenjun Huanglong suppressed Heshan, he returned to Tianchong Temple.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Feng Yangzi looking in the direction of the mountain behind Tianchong Temple.

He followed Feng Yangzi's line of sight, and saw a huge mountain range, which suddenly flew up.

………………

"So it's here."

Lu Xuan raised the mountains with one hand, and saw the true face of the monster.

This monster has a slug-like body, like a mountain of meat piled up with many pieces of meat, the body surface is covered with dark green mucus, and the messy pieces of meat twitch, opening and closing, as if breathing.

Cheng Lingzhu followed Lu Xuan, feeling that this monster was disgusting.

Lu Xuan thought so too.

On the ground, there is jelly-like colloid flowing, the texture and color are the same as those of demons.

This is transformed by the monks of Tianchong Temple.

These black muds are attracted by the mother body, converging into creeks, converging into big rivers, and finally returning to the black sea.

They became them, and eventually he.

Roshan trembled, and his body made waves, as if celebrating his return to his mother's body.

The tendrils spread and grew out, and quickly hardened, turning into pitch-black sharp spears, stabbing at Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan stared down, and when his eyes sank, these fleshy whiskers crumbled and disintegrated, turning into powder.

He raised his hand to take a picture, and the soil on the ground rolled and condensed into a series of spikes, which easily pierced the monster's body.

The demon suffers from pain, its body shrinks and squirms, trying to break the spikes made of mud, but these seemingly ordinary spikes are stronger than fairy gold. They grow and form a cage of thorns. To block this monster inside.

Roshan instinctively felt the crisis, and under a burst of contraction and wriggling, a gap opened in its "abdomen", squeezing out the huge fleshy ball.

The fleshy ball opened like a petal, and the pale core was exposed to the outside world, shrinking and shrinking as if not adapting to the surrounding environment.

The core was cracked, and what emerged from it was a monster that no one had ever seen.

Buddha has 32 phases.

One foot is as peaceful as the bottom of a dowry, two feet are a wheel with a thousand spokes, three hands and toes are longer than others, four hands and feet are softer than others, and five hands and feet are connected to a net that is better than others...

22 The forty teeth are full, 23 The teeth are white and clean, and the roots are deep, 24 The four teeth are the whitest and largest, 25 The cheeks are like a teacher...

Thirty eyelashes are like a king of cattle, 31 white hairs between the eyebrows are like cotton wool, and 32 tops are made of meat.

Now, these 32 phenomena are all integrated into the same individual.

This is the "true Buddha" in Kong Wen's eyes.

However, because of Lu Xuan, He was born ahead of time and failed to fully develop.

The true Buddha with 32 signs stretches his body, and strange laws of heaven and earth form around him, and spread outward, beginning to pollute everything around him.

Lu Xuan's palm glowed, he stretched out his hand, and pressed down.

Pure white light lit up, covering the world.

After a few breaths, the white light dissipated, and neither the true Buddha nor the demon disappeared.

In the territory of Tianchong Temple, the people who participated in the Buddha's birthday vegetarian banquet also returned to normal.

Lu Xuan eliminated the source of pollution in terms of rules and completely purified it.

Zhenjun Huanglong looked at Tianchong Temple, which was missing a mountain, with a dazed expression.

Who was it that made the move just now?

All he could see was that the figure of that person was enveloped by light, and he couldn't see the ten feet around him clearly.

He looked at Fengyangzi, but the latter had a smile on his face and bowed in the direction of the mountain behind Tianchong Temple.

In connection with what Feng Yangzi said before, there is no need to worry about the source of pollution, and someone has already dealt with it.

In Zhenjun Huanglong's heart, there was a guess immediately.

Obviously, it was Daoyan Sect Master Qing Yangzi who took the initiative to slay demons and demons just now.

The deputy suzerain, Fengyangzi, can easily push back himself in the middle stage of Mahayana. As the authentic master of Daoyanzong, Qingyangzi is definitely stronger.

Behind the two, Master Yuding, Mrs. Liao Shan and others also had the same thought in their hearts.

Dao Yanzong Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, should not be underestimated!

………………

Tianchong City, inside the inn.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu sat opposite each other.

Lying on the bed next to it was a woman with a slim figure.

After Lu Xuan pulled out the back mountain, he found this person beside the monster.

He didn't know each other, but he could guess their identity.

It should be the "friend" that Chu Qian was talking about.

Fortunately, Lu Xuan went in time.

When he arrived at the scene, the woman was unconscious and uninjured.

Considering that the other party's experience last night should be quite dangerous and needs a lot of rest, he and Cheng Lingzhu did not wake up the other party.

"If it is put in the common sayings, this matter can be called... [Tianchong Temple True Buddha Case]."

Lu Xuan smiled slightly, and poured a cup of tea for Cheng Lingzhu and himself, "The protagonist of the story is naturally a cook, and...a heroine."

"The cook who went up the mountain to steal his teacher met a woman who sneaked into the temple in order to find her senior. The two teamed up to investigate and discovered a big conspiracy in the Buddhist temple."

Cheng Lingzhu took the words:
"The heroine asked the cook to go down the mountain first to look for reinforcements, but she was caught by the enemy. Fortunately, the cook tried his best to spread the news, and the disaster was averted in time."

She thought about it:

"These two are the protagonists of the story, so what are we?"

Without hesitation, Lu Xuan said:

"We are Taoist couples."

"You talk nonsense, but I'm serious."

Cheng Lingzhu blamed him, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"If you really want to talk about it, we are naturally the elders who visited secretly in micro-services, and Qingtian who arrived in time... It's just the kind that doesn't want merit."

Lu Xuan said with a smile.

"Then there are really many coincidences in this world. We happened to arrive at Tianchong Temple, Chu Qian and the two of them just happened to break through Kongwen's plot, and when they ran down the mountain for their lives, they happened to meet us who came to enjoy the flowers."

Cheng Lingzhu held his chin.

"It may not be a coincidence."

Lu Xuan turned the teacup in his hand:

"Don't forget, you are the saintess of Dushi Jianzhai, and I can be regarded as half of Dushi Jianzhai's disciple.

When the disciples of Dushijianzhai walk in the rivers and lakes, the probability of triggering various events is much higher than that of normal monks.

Even if they don't take the initiative to look for big events, big events will come to their door and happen around them.

This involves some theory of karma and luck.

"it seems to be like this."

Cheng Lingzhu raised his face, thinking about his experiences back then.

Transforming into a world, going down the mountain, being in danger, and then meeting him...

Now that he is alive again, after entering the world to practice, he is the first person he meets.

"What do you think?"

Lu Xuan looked at Cheng Lingzhu and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm thinking about some...karma and fate."

Cheng Lingzhu replied
"This is a Buddhist saying. It seems appropriate to talk about this issue on the site of Tianchong Temple."

Lu Xuan nodded, thinking that she was going to discuss with him.

"I am the saint of Dushi Jianzhai, I only believe in the sword in my hand, and I don't believe in the theory of fate."

Cheng Lingzhu said.

Lu Xuan gave a "hmm", and was about to say something, but Cheng Lingzhu pulled his hand over.

She took Lu Xuan's hand and looked at him with sparkling eyes:

"But now, I feel like, something is meant to be."

(End of this chapter)