Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Manna Grotto.

Shi Shengjialan took the "Vulture Lighting the Lamp" from Shanshui Lang's hand and confirmed that it was the handwriting of the Buddha.

Everyone listened to Shan Shui Lang's narration of the matter again, and Xi Xueyi also confessed that Gui Prison sent Zuo Qiumo to undercover Xi Ru to steal Wanchi Huangyan.

"I see……"

Combined with the words of Avalokitesvara in recent months, the complete plan of honoring the Buddha gradually appeared in the mind of Sakyamuni.

Jialan stared at Shanshui Lang who was relaxed after delivering the Buddhist scriptures, and felt sorry for him having the same fate as himself.

The Buddha is compassionate, and Jialan does not want Shanshui Lang to die in ignorance.

So he harmoniously said: "In "The Legend of the Vulture Lighting the Lamp", in addition to the soul consciousness of Zhang Qiu Wuqi, there is also a sacred seal of the spiritual vulture. This sacred seal was also left by the Buddha to repair the holy energy hidden in the void. ."

"Well, then it has nothing to do with me, right? Say goodbye."

Shanshui Lang packed up his book basket and prepared to leave Xihuang Buddhist World.

"Wait a minute."

Jialan walked up to him and bowed deeply: "In the past, the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagle, and Mahasattva used his body to feed the tiger. Today, in order to bring about the disaster of Jingping Ghost Prison, the Buddha has promulgated a thousand-year plan, and please benefactor to fulfill it."

"What are you talking about?"

Shanshui Lang was confused, but Xue Yi and Dharmawe Vajra heard a clue.

Xie Xueyi asked in a deep voice: "I escorted this person here, and I have the responsibility to take him back. Please ask Sheng Heng to explain clearly, what is the plan of respecting the Buddha?"

"One life for another, please forgive Jialan for being ruthless. If Zhang Qiu is to be resurrected in no time, Shanshui Lang must die."

"What! You lied!"

Gusu Huanjian was still looking around at the scenery, but when he heard these words, he jumped up as if he had stepped on dog shit.

"Buddhas don't lie."

Xie Xueyi asked again: "The Buddha kept Zhang Qiu Wu Qi's soul in order to resurrect him one day and break the seal of the ghost prison that swallowed Shou's evil mouth."

"Of course."

"Hmph, Gusu returns the sword and I don't believe that you monks are all full of scheming. I want to resurrect my friend, but I don't want to kill this little scholar in vain."

Xie Xueyi stopped Gusu from returning the sword and interrupted, then asked: "What happens after the seal is broken?"

"I'm sorry, the rest are matters within the Xihuang Buddhist Realm, and they are responsibilities that we must bear. Jialan can guarantee that we will not live up to Shanshui Lang's sacrifice."

"no!"

Tie Xueyi, who had always been gentle, refused.

On the contrary, Shanshui Lang was stunned. It turned out that he did not die at that time. It was not really saved by the Buddha, but the Buddha wanted to leave him to die now.

Gusu Huijian scratched his head and said distressedly: "Although it's a life-for-life exchange, I can't do this kind of thing. My friend's soul is still there, so I'll find another way to resurrect him."

"Amitabha."

The conversation was not very pleasant, so Xie Xueyi left immediately: "We are temporarily staying in Youxiantai. If we need to contact you for something, Sheng Heng can send someone to Youxiantai, please."

"please."

Jialan respectfully sent the three people in Xue Yi outside the Manlu Grotto. When he saw them leaving, he and Dharmawe Vajra came to the void of the Lingjiu Pagoda.

After being possessed by the eight-faced ghosts for a long time, both the pagoda and the Void Palace were filled with ghost energy and turbid air flowed across them.

Shi Zhijialan held the "Vulture Lighting the Lamp" in his hand, but made no move.

"The Holy One?"

"Ok?"

"Why not open the Buddhist scriptures and release the holy seal?"

"Ruo Jialan's prediction is true. Once the Holy Seal is released, the Shanshui Lang's destiny will come to an end, in exchange for Zhang Qiu's indefinite return." "This?"

Dharmawe Vajra put his palms together and sighed.

Just when Jialan was having trouble making a decision, a powerful voice came to the West Buddha Temple.

"Once a hero draws his sword, another ten years of calamity will befall the common people. Luo Hou comes to visit Sheng Heng, please see him."

"Huh? Lord Wu is here, and Jialan is far away from us."

Shi Shengjialan put away "The Legend of the Vulture Lighting the Lamp", left the pagoda, and rushed to the mountain gate to greet him.

This time, only Luo Hou came, with his hands behind his back and a leisurely attitude, as if he was traveling leisurely.

"Sheng Heng, why don't you show your eyebrows?"

Luo Hou's previous visit to the Xihuang Buddhist Realm was, of course, to solve the ghost prison issue once and for all. As soon as they met, he noticed the worried look on Shi Zhijialan's face.

Looking at Dharma Vajra again, he also looked awkward.

"Please go to the Manlu Grotto and tell us more."

Dharmawe Vajra withdrew, and Luohou followed Shi to Jialan to the Manlu Grotto. The two parties sat down, and Jialan told Xi Buddha and Xi Ru what happened recently.

What worries him is not his own life, but the involvement of Zhangqiu Wuqi and Shanshui Lang. Zhangqiu Wuqi is an important part in breaking the seal of the ghost prison, but he really can't make this determination if he has to sacrifice the scholar.

"Wujun killed the eight evil gods, and he was truly a hero in this difficult situation. It's a pity that Jialan couldn't accomplish this extraordinary feat like Wujun."

"Holy Heng, forgive me for being frank, this clever plan to respect the Buddha is just to exchange a son for a son, to sacrifice the West Buddha and the Sword Clan in exchange for the possibility of completely solving the Yama Ghost Prison. The risk is too high."

"If we don't use this strategy, we must strengthen the seal so that the ghost prison will never come out."

Jialan's face became even more worried, and he added: "It's just that Gui Prison has obtained the Wancha Desolate Rock, and one of the three seals has been removed. Thousands of years later, like the eight-dimensional dragon head, the seal will loosen, and Gui Prison may not be able to break the seal." And out."

"It is indeed possible."

Luo Hou took the initiative to release the dragon head and return it in exchange for Baqi's rebirth, thus completely solving the doomsday disaster. This initiative made Shi Shengjialan admire him.

The plan of respecting the Buddha is the same.

This is also the reason why Jialan accepted the words of Guanyin in recent months without any hesitation and used his own head to break the third seal.

Luo Hou said calmly: "To break the seal of Tun Shou's evil mouth, Zhang Qiu may not need to be resurrected indefinitely."

"Do you have any good ideas, Mr. Wu?"

"Master Shengheng, I have always disagreed with the practice of exchanging sons for sons. The lives of our opponents are not as valuable as our own, right?"

"Sacrificing one's life to be kind, Jialan has no regrets."

"That's all, let me handle the matter of sealing the Ghost Prison. When the time comes, you can follow me and kill the Ghost Prison."

Shi Zhijialan's eyes lit up, remembering the legendary son of God.

"Does Mr. Wu want to use Death to cross the border?"

Luo Hou smiled proudly: "Whatever is useful, just use it. Besides, in this small ghost prison, a few flies hit the wall. There were buzzing, a few shrill sounds, and a few sobs. It's not easy for ants to exaggerate the country because of the locust tree, but it's not easy for a cricket to shake the tree. .”

"What does it mean?"

"The poem of a great man tells us that the enemy is just a paper tiger, so why bother to scare yourself."

"Jialan has learned a lesson."

This time Wu Jun came back, and for some reason, Jialan felt that Wu Jun was obviously different from the last time he saw him. He had a more heroic and transcendent aura, like the wind breaking through the waves, swallowing the sky horizontally.

As for what he said, Jialan had not read it in any classics, but he found it endlessly memorable.

Unknowingly, Jialan was infected, and the worry on his face gradually disappeared, and he returned to a clear sky and an open mind. (End of chapter)