Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 116 Demon Elimination Conference!

The thunder sounded in the sky, and the sky was clear just now, but after a while, it was cloudy, with lightning and thunder.

One after another lightning strikes, like thunder swords cutting the sky into pieces, rainwater pours down from the gap like waterfalls, splashing on the ground, creating water mist and dust, and gunpowder smoke.

Zhao Tiehe frowned, his breath was filled with the smell of dry soil and rain, which made him rub his nose in disgust, "Jiang Li, isn't it just a small temple, we rushed in and captured the abbot Lao Deng directly, Get down on the board, if you don't believe him, he won't tell the truth!"

Under the rain, an ancient temple more than ten miles away is surrounded by mountains, which is antique. Although it is far away from official roads and villages, but the only small road leading to the outside of the mountain, you can see many people carrying bamboo baskets and holding coriander poles Mi Xinmin, holding an umbrella, walked resolutely towards the Wukong Temple in the pouring rain.

There are also believers who fulfill their vows, wearing straw mats and bamboo hats, walking in the mud with three steps, one worship and nine steps, one kowtow, devout and solemn.

"If this Wukong Temple is really just an ordinary temple, why would I have to borrow you from the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies!"

Jiang Li was holding an umbrella, at the edge of the forest, quietly watching the ancient temple at the foot of the mountain, the slanting rain soaked half of his clothes, he suddenly missed Jiang Xinyu's huge iron umbrella magic weapon.

The big demon Heigou absconded with an umbrella, and his whereabouts are still unknown. Most likely, he went to find the demon king Yunxi who stole Pandi's remains. I don't know if there is still a chance to see him again.

It's not that he misses the black dog, but the Pandi's remains on the black dog, which can obviously increase the effect of Taoism cultivation, has amazing magical powers.

"What's so special about an ancient temple? My dad walks darts all the year round. I almost have the impression of some small-scale sects and Taoist sects in Dazhou, but I've never heard of the name of Wukong Temple. It's just some The wine and meat monk is just cheating some good men and women of incense money!"

Zhao Tiehe didn't take it seriously, "But everything is under your arrangement. Even if I become a monk, it's better than going back to the military governor's mansion to suffer!"

"Then what's the point, the rain has subsided, let's continue on the road!"

Jiang Li put away his umbrella, got on his horse, and galloped towards the ancient temple down the mountain.

The rain in early summer comes as soon as it is said, and leaves as soon as it is said. Before the people and horses reach the halfway up the mountain, there are beams of light falling from the cloudy clouds.

"Hey, hey, there's no reason for a young man to run in front of the young master, Jiang Li, you have to do your best to act!"

Zhao Tiehe yelled, and quickly patted his horse to catch up. The two rushed up the winding path in the mountains, one behind the other.

"Doorbolt, did you come here as well? The masters in the temple have boundless mana power, and the Bodhisattva Buddha will respond to every request. It is really the blessings cultivated by our ancestors in the eight villages!"

"That's right, my daughter-in-law has been infertile for three years, and she only read scriptures for three days and three nights in the temple, so she gave birth to a fat boy for me!"

"Congratulations, the incense in your family's ancestral hall can continue for another generation, and Zhuojing also asked Zhuo Jing to offer incense in the temple. In ten years, six money-losing goods were born, and none of them had handles. It was a waste of my day and night hard work. Day after day!"

"Majestic and precious place, stop talking foul language, don't offend the gods, I ask for a merit pill to treat my child's illness, the disease that the doctors in Shengjing City don't like, the great monks can cure it with a single precious medicine!"

On the small road that only allows two people to walk side by side, there is an endless stream of believers who come to pray for blessings, and they all believe in the fulfillment of the Buddhist teachings of Wukong Temple.

"Jiang Li, this temple is probably not serious!"

Zhao Tiehe had a strange expression on his face, and he leaned into Jiang Li's ear and whispered: "My father once walked a dart and passed by a big temple. The incense was very strong, and it was also the most effective way to seek a child. My father came out to release water at night, and jumped on the roof with his skills. I wanted to peek at it. The little lady who is chanting scriptures in the Buddhist hall, guess what..."

"Have you met a human-eating female monster?" Jiang Li asked with a smile.

"There are no monsters in this world, it's true that they can't eat people!"

Zhao Tiehe sighed and said, "It's the monks who are doing those shameless things. My dad was so greedy, he wanted to pretend to be a monk to do that good thing the next night, but he was caught by the monks, and the escort escorted him. I ran away without even bothering to take it away, causing me and my mother to eat sweet potatoes for three years!"

"Ah, this..." Jiang Li shook his head, "Your father told you all this?"

"That's not true. The old man was drunk once, accidentally slipped his tongue, and yelled that I won't be able to bump into a monk? My aunt gave me a good beating, and the shoveling of charcoal was discounted!" Zhao Tiehe smacked his lips.

"..."

Zhao Tiehe may have been in the military governor's mansion for too long, and now he is like a chatterbox, heartless, and never thought that he might have a brother he had never met.

After a while, the two came to the ancient temple, and Zhao Tiehe just stopped chattering.

Above the entrance of the temple hangs a well-regulated golden plaque, Wukong Temple.

The handwriting is majestic and dignified, but it cannot be read carefully. The writing power is limited, and it is not even as neat as Zhao Tiehe's handwriting.

"The two benefactors came from afar, but they are rare visitors."

At the gate of the temple, there stood two thin monks, their robes were washed white, and there were a few patches on the cuffs, welcoming and sending off believers who entered the temple to pay homage and fulfill their vows.

A monk saw Jiang Li and the two coming on horseback, with strange eyes, he stepped forward to meet him.

"Master, my young master went to Shengjing City to visit relatives. He strayed into Treasure Land because he strayed off the road. At this time, it was getting late, and he might not be able to make it to Shengjing. He wanted to stay overnight in Treasure Land. Is it noncommittal?"

Jiang Li got off his horse, took out a few pieces of silver from his bosom, and said with a smile, "A little offering, I hope Master will accept it!"

"No, monastics don't accept money, don't touch it, don't touch it!"

The thin monk quickly waved his hands, his arms close to his chest, as if the broken silver in Jiang Li's hand was poison.

"Brother, Wukong Temple is a true pure Buddhist gate. It is a holy place for ascetic practice. If you have rice noodles, vegetables, and salt, it is the best. It doesn't matter if you don't have it. The masters don't pay money, let alone sell incense!"

An old farmer tremblingly untied the basket behind his back, and offered three to five catties of rice and a small bag of salt with both hands.

As expected, the skinny monk accepted it with joy on his face, without any resistance.

"Wukong Temple accepts blessings widely, and the two benefactors want to spend the night, please come with me!"

Putting the offerings in a wooden barrel aside, the skinny monk sang, and led Jiang Li and Zhao Tiehe into the temple.

The temple is not big, although it has been cleaned spotlessly, it is full of old and dilapidated atmosphere.

The window frames, wooden doors, and stone steps of the Buddhist hall are full of signs of knocking and mending.

The two vajra statues on the left and right of the entrance have lost most of their paint color, and they look a little gloomy in their might.

In the small front yard, believers from neighboring villages were kneeling. Cigarettes curled up and fireworks filled the air.

In the Buddhist hall, three golden Buddhas are sitting on the lotus, and six or seven monks are faintly chanting scriptures.

"Wukong Temple is not comparable to the big temple in Shengjing City. There are 21 monks in total, and there are also three travelers who make orders. The house is a bit cramped. The two benefactors can only share one room!"

The skinny monk led the two of them to a room in the backyard, clasped his hands together, "The poor monk's Dharma name is righteous, you two can ask for anything if you need it, our temple does not eat after noon, if you two are hungry, you can go to the kitchen There are yams prepared for pilgrims in the steamer, just take it yourself!"

"There is Master Lao!"

Jiang Li nodded, sent Zhengxin to the door, then returned to the room and closed the door.

"Jiang Li, the gardener won't lie, it's the first time I've seen such a poor temple when I grow up!"

Zhao Tiehe scratched his head, "If this is not serious, I'm afraid there will be no decent temples!"

"I think everything here is suspicious!"

Jiang Li sat in a chair and meditated, recalling all the scenes he encountered after entering Wukong Temple.

Simple monks, dilapidated temples, pious believers, and the Buddha who responded to every request.

If such a scene appeared in the remote countryside of various provinces and counties, everything would be reasonable and there would be no flaws.

But here is Shengjing.

If such an ancient temple really existed, wouldn't the people and dignitaries in Shengjing City not know about it?
But since Jiang Li saw the Wukong Temple from afar, all the believers he met along the way were villagers from nearby villages and towns.

This is very unreasonable.

"I'm going out for a walk!"

Jiang Li got up, opened the door and went out. He first went to the kitchen to get a few steamed yams, put them in his arms, and came to the front yard of Wukong Temple.

Although it is approaching the afternoon, there are still many believers who come to worship the Buddha and offer incense, kneeling in the courtyard and the Buddhist hall, praying and chanting.

Under the courtyard wall to the west, there are also believers sitting cross-legged in the shadows, enjoying the cool and resting.

Jiang Li mixed in the crowd and walked into the Buddhist hall. The three Buddhas sat high on the lotus, with kind brows and kind eyes, half-downcast eyes, overlooking the common people. Although they were made of clay, they had a vast and peaceful atmosphere.

Jiang Li looked up, and in the altar in his mind, the light cluster of the soul trembled slightly, and the golden pages also vibrated slightly.

"Although these Buddha statues are made of mud, they have a power similar to divine thoughts attached to them. It must have been worshiped by the nearby villagers for many years.

"Just like the statues of the Chinese saints and sages in the Confucian Temple, they will gradually give birth to their own vague consciousness, which can be regarded as a power of faith, but this power is not pure, and it is mixed with a lot of desire and greed!"

Jiang Li looked at it for a while and found nothing else, so he took three sticks of incense from the monk beside him and put them in the incense altar.

He turned around and walked out of the Buddhist hall, came to the shadow of the west wall, found an empty seat and sat down, took out a few yams from his bosom, peeled and chewed them leisurely, and watched quietly.

"My little brother looks unfamiliar, he doesn't look like a local!"

Sitting next to Jiang Li was a dark-skinned middle-aged man, not tall, with thick calluses on his thin palms, and he seemed to be a nearby villager.

"My son and I were going to Shengjing City to seek refuge with our relatives, but we accidentally went astray, and stayed here for one night!" Jiang Li smiled.

"No wonder, Wukong Temple is only known to people in our eight villages, and it is rare to see outsiders come here to worship!" said the middle-aged man.

"Brother, I have been walking all the way, and everyone said that this Wukong Temple is very effective. It is omnipotent to pray for children to cure illnesses. I thought it was a big temple, but I didn't expect it to be so shabby!"

Jiang Li curled his lips and said: "It is completely incomparable with the temples in our Xiangyang Prefecture. The abbot presides over his own courtyard, which is much larger than this Wukong Temple. I think it is a vain name, just copying what others say. Otherwise, why don't you see the believers in Shengjing City?" Come and worship and rebuild the temple!"

"Young man, Wukong Temple kindly took you in, why do you have such a face!"

The middle-aged man's complexion changed suddenly, and he said very displeased: "What do you know, there are no real monks in the temples outside, but they are all liars who swindle incense money with sweet words.

"The masters of Wukong Temple don't accept money, let alone fame. They never allow us to spread the word to each other. They just want to be ascetic monks who don't care about world affairs and practice peacefully!"

"It's just that I don't have any real magic power. I've seen many temples along the way. There is an eminent monk who can smash ten stone slabs with one palm, and can fly seven or eight meters high in one leap!"

Jiang Li stretched out his hand to compare, "As far as I said, can the monks of Wukong Temple do it?"

"What kind of mana is that, it's just the means of martial arts!" The middle-aged man sneered: "The masters of Wukong Temple have true Buddha Dharma!"

"Isn't it bragging!" Jiang Li looked indifferent.

"Hey, you kid!"

The middle-aged man stood up abruptly, he looked at Jiang Li, his eyes flickered, he seemed to be hesitant, but finally said: "Forget it, I didn't want to argue with you, but I can't stand anyone doubting the compassion of the masters." Means, tonight, the masters gathered at the back of the temple to hold a demon-elimination meeting to eradicate demons, if you don’t believe me, come out and see!”

"Exorcism Conference?"

Jiang Li's eyes flashed, and then he sneered: "How can there be monsters in this world? It's probably Wukong Temple's bluffing. I've seen this kind of tricks a lot!"

"Hmph, whether it's true or not, you can tell at a glance. Originally, only we people in the Eight Villages knew about this matter, but the magic power of the masters is absolutely true. It's no big deal if you have one more!"

The middle-aged man said angrily: "But after you read it, it's fine, don't talk nonsense to the outside world, if the masters know, they will be angry!"

"Hey, what are real monsters and fake monsters, what do I have to do with you? My young master told me about the tricks of magic sticks that you don't sleep at night. The girls in Nuanyu Pavilion are all goblins!"

Jiang Li jumped up from the ground, slapped his butt, and walked towards the backyard of the temple without looking back. The angry middle-aged man stood there and stared.

"huhuhuhu"

In the backyard of Wukong Temple, Zhao Tiehe was shirtless, his fists were like flying shadows, his figure flashed and moved, and his set of Taizu's long fists was fierce and vigorous, with extraordinary momentum.

Six monks from Wukong Temple were standing aside watching, applauding from time to time, watching with gusto.

Zhao Tiehe was born in the Escort Bureau, and his martial arts roots are very solid, and he was personally trained by Huangfu Mu Chuan. Among the same batch of military officers, he is also extremely outstanding, not inferior to the children of aristocratic families.

With this set of Taizu Long Fist, his status as a child of a wealthy family is completely confirmed.

"Ah Jiang, where have you been? I asked you to go to the kitchen to find something to eat to satisfy my hunger. How did you run away without a trace!"

Seeing Jiang Li walking back unsteadily, Zhao Tiehe lost his posture, his face darkened, and he cursed harshly.

He uttered suddenly, the sound was like thunder, and the roof tiles in the entire backyard trembled.

"Amitabha!"

The six monks were also taken aback, sang the Buddha's name, and then lined up to the front yard.

"Hey, let's see if my son's posture has that flavor!"

Back in the room, Zhao Tiehe laughed loudly.

"Don't talk about the monk, I was taken aback!"

Jiang Li shook his head helplessly, and immediately said in a low voice: "Tonight, the monks are going to hold a demon-elimination meeting in the mountain behind the temple. I'll go and have a look. You stay here as a cover for me."

"Exorcism Conference!"

Zhao Tiehe's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, reluctantly said: "You came to me because you want me to be a tool!"

"Otherwise? When you reach the innate state, let's raise the conditions!" Jiang Li said with a smile.

"Heaven again!"

Hearing this, Zhao Tiehe had a bitter expression on his face: "I originally wanted to take the exam for the general banner. In the future, I can become a thousand households, be considered a general, and be able to show off in front of my children and grandchildren. How did I know that I came to Shengjing? As soon as I started Become a thousand households, be forced to practice martial arts every day by your adoptive father, and have to read the military scrolls written by you, it's really not as comfortable as a general banner!"

"If you really don't want to be a thousand households, I can go and talk to the Holy One for you!" Jiang Li said with a straight face.

"It's unnecessary, it's unnecessary, we can't be ignorant of good and evil, let the Holy One and foster father down!"

Zhao Tiehe waved his hands quickly, and he refused more firmly than the monks of Wukong Temple.

With the sunset on the western mountain and the bright moon hanging in the sky, the Wukong Temple also fell silent as night fell. The believers who offered incense gradually left. In the whole temple, only the Buddhist hall and a few houses in the backyard were lit with weak lights.

Jiang Li gently opened the door, the moonlight fell on the ground, the whole backyard was silent and desolate, only the intermittent chant accompanied by the sound of wooden fish knocking, gently lingering.

Jiang Li changed into the coarse sackcloth that the peasants used to wear. He jumped over the wall of the courtyard silently, and walked towards the back mountain like a ghost.

Passing through a low dense forest, the front is suddenly bright, and countless torches are faintly seen flickering, and there are 2000 people gathered in the small mountain depression.

The believers held torches and surrounded them layer by layer.

In the open space in the center, twelve monks in shabby robes sat on the ground, forming a circle, facing the center of the circle, and meditating on scriptures.

The Buddha beads in the hands rotated with the chanting, and the cadence of the Buddha's voice lingered in the sky. The believers looked devout and fanatic in their eyes.

An old monk over [-] years old dressed in cassock, walked to the center of the circle and stood firm, with a kind face, kind eyes, and a compassionate heart, and said loudly: "My Buddha is merciful, and he saves the world with kind thoughts, but it is a troubled time and demons are rampant. , Difficult to save, the Buddha conquered demons and became enlightened, and purified the world, which is also a supreme merit!"

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!"

The believers shouted in unison and fell to their knees in unison.

"Today there is a black demon appearing in the world, lurking in the world, plotting evil, will do things against the heavens and justice, and poison the world. Wukong Temple eliminates the demon today and kills and injures the living. It is only to protect the peace of the people in the eight villages. I alone suffer the crime of killing!"

The old monk said loudly: "Come on, bring that black monster up!"

"The black demon is coming, get out of the way!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and soon eight strong young men were seen carrying a wooden cage to the center of the open space.

"woooo"

In the cage, a pair of fierce eyes the size of copper bells opened fiercely, with a fierce light, like a body the size of a calf, struggling apart, and the wooden cage was crumbling.

The Xinmin around were so frightened that they yelled and backed away again and again.

With the help of the flames flickering around, Jiang Li looked intently, and saw the animal shadow in the wooden cage with black hair as ink, almost completely hidden under the night, and couldn't see what it was.

"Everyone, don't be afraid, with my eminent monk from Wukong Temple sitting here, this black demon will not be able to cause any trouble!"

The old monk raised his arms high to stop the commotion of the believers, squeezed the formula with both hands, and shouted softly, a purple light flew out of his hands, and hit the animal shadow in the wooden cage.

"Well, you monster monk, you dare to design and murder this big monster, you are so brave!"

In the wooden cage, the black animal shadow suddenly opened its mouth, spitting out human words, swearing, with a bad attitude and full of hostility, "I didn't provoke you, I just hid in the grass for a few days and ate some chickens and ducks. What!"

"Why is this guy!"

Jiang Li was taken aback for a moment, although the animal figure in the wooden cage was much bigger, but there was no second dog monster that could make such a cheap voice.

"Hmph, you're hiding in a villager's house, sneaking around, stealing chickens and ducks, what kind of evil are you going to do? Do you want to suck men's blood to help you refine your human nature, or do you want to confuse women and do that shitty thing!"

The old monk was righteous and strict, "I set up a magic circle to arrest you, why did I make a mistake? Could it be that I waited until you harmed the villagers of Eight Villages before arresting you and questioning you?"

"Speak, speak!"

"The abbot quickly showed his supernatural powers and took this monster away!"

"The black dog becomes a spirit, that's a fan of women!"

When the surrounding believers saw the big black dog talking, they were even more frightened. They knelt on the ground and begged the old monk to kill the demon.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, if I can catch this monster, I can naturally kill it!"

The old monk said kindly, "However, the poor monk's magic power is limited, and he has exhausted all his strength to trap it. If we want to completely get rid of this monster, we still need your help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve monks who had been sitting on the ground chanting scriptures all stood up, and took out from their bosoms a strange-shaped spiky thorn that was all in blue, with many unknown patterns and Xiaozuo engraved on the surface.

"What is the abbot saying, removing this demon is also for our safety!"

"It's just shedding some blood, it's better than being harmed by a demon!"

The believers around seemed to be familiar with this. When they saw the monks walking with strange-shaped spikes, someone immediately took the initiative to take the spikes and cut the skin of their palms.

The skin was pierced by the spikes, and blood immediately flowed out, dripping on the odd-shaped spikes.

Strange to say, the odd-shaped spikes look solid and sharp, but when blood drips on them, they are like a sponge, absorbing all the blood.

The strange-shaped spikes trembled slightly and let out a pleasant low sound, forming a strange field.

An invisible air flew out from the wound and sank into the spikes, and Xinmin's complexion instantly became sluggish, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away.

The monks took back the odd-shaped spikes, and handed them to the believers next to them, sending them one by one.

"Stupid and foolish, you idiot men and women are all deceived by the demon monk, they are the demons who suck your blood!"

In the wooden cage, the big black dog barked and barked: "It is said that demons hurt people. You ordinary people have so little energy in your body, and your breath is messy and filthy. If you suck your energy, I'm afraid it will dirty the mouth of this demon! "

(End of this chapter)