Acting as a god and Buddha: starting from Guanzi

Chapter 101

"Landuo Temple! That voice seemed to be that of Zen Master Jiefa just now?"

The three Taoist priests of the Qingjing Sect were extremely surprised and said that although the disciples of the two sects did not deal with each other very much, they all knew and respected their seniors with profound Taoism.

"No wonder I feel that the spiritual weapon just now looks very familiar. It is the natal magic weapon of Zen Master Jiefa, the Nine Chi Zen Staff. It has shown its power outside the pass and killed many demons."

"Who is that monk in white? How come he has never heard of it and he can actually take away the magic weapon of Zen Master Jiefa?"

"What nonsense Zen master, that old bald donkey just hit us and killed us!"

"The immeasurable god of the gods, the dog-like precepts and bald donkeys, are so vicious."

The three Taoist priests immediately cursed, confessing their sins to the ancestor and cursing their mothers. They became curious about the Guanyin Temple. As for the people in the town, they had no idea that they were only a hair away from death, but they were even more in awe of the Guanyin Temple.

Meng Yuan took the photo, concealed the golden wheel of merit and virtue behind his head, and stepped forward to check the injuries of the two senior brothers.

"Second Junior Uncle, you don't want to die, wuwu~"

"Second Master, you don't want to die, you still want to teach me spells."

The disciples gathered around Miao Le and cried, and hurriedly got out of the way when they saw Meng Yuan coming.

He stepped forward to check it out, among them, Miao Le was the most injured, her whole body turned into a blood gourd, but it was easy to treat, but Miao Yan was backlashed by the exercises, hurting her soul, and she couldn't speak again for a short time After talking, I can only rest.

He smiled at the sad disciples on the side and said, "Don't worry, the two masters will not die."

Only then did the disciples stop crying.

Meng Yuan got a piece of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual wood from Commander Lu last time, which has the effect of warming and nourishing the soul. After he was injured in the Hengyuan Buddhist Kingdom, he had recovered after several months and was about to give it to his senior brother for healing.

Suddenly, I heard a few bamboo shoots next to me seem to be whispering.

'It's such a serious injury. '

"Yes, the dewdrops we gather in the morning are rare treasures from heaven and earth, which can heal the body and soul, but they don't know it."

'How stupid, we are a god, do you really think of us as bamboo shoots? '

So does this purple bamboo have such effects?

The corners of Meng Yuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he could try it out tomorrow morning.

Then he took Miao Le and Miao Yan back to the Zen room to rest, and then took out a few beads of elixir from the Buddha's Kingdom in his palm and fed them to them, so that their injuries were contained.

"Junior brother, do you know who is attacking us from behind today?" Miao Le asked.

Meng Yuan nodded: "He is the monk of the Landa Temple of Wanfa Sect. I have seen him and his disciples before."

"Could it be that the younger brother has some grievances with him?"

Meng Yuan shook his head and nodded: "His disciple stole my scriptures and used his name to preach at Qingye Temple in Yuanzhou City, but I discovered it when I was searching for the missing child."

After listening to what Meng Yuan said, Miao Le immediately yelled at the master and disciple of Jie Dharma for being shameless: "Junior brother, we will go to his Landa Temple together in the future to ask for an explanation. The dignified Wanfa Sect actually committed such a theft, and with that thief What's the difference?"

Meng Yuan nodded slightly. He had to go to Landa Temple, even sooner or later.

He originally didn't care about Kong Luo Kana's preaching, but now he feels something is wrong.

If he is a stupid person, he will not be afraid if he only knows how to imitate parrots. But Nakhara is very smart but has an impure mind. If he tampered with the meaning of the scriptures and slandered the Mahayana and led all sentient beings to the wrong path, wouldn't it be his own fault?

In addition, his cultivation base has reached the consummation of foundation building. The old monk once told him to go to the Ahan Temple, where the practice method behind the Lotus Duer Heart Sutra is there.

Let’s leave after the new year.

Small Dharma Temple.

Ever since Meng Yuan and others left, the whole temple seemed to have changed. There was no trace of popularity, no fireworks, and it seemed to have turned into that abandoned temple again.

"Hee hee, old monk, it's a pity that the disciple of Nalanda Temple bullying you is still able to sit still. It seems that you are good at mood."

The old monk sat cross-legged under the Buddha statue without moving a muscle, as if he had stopped breathing.

Seeing that he hadn't responded to that voice, he suddenly felt dull and stopped making any sound.

The next day, early in the morning.

Meng Yuan took out a jade vase and saw a few purple bamboo shoots in the corner of the front yard that seemed to have grown taller, and there were indeed a few drops of dew hanging on the tips of the bamboo shoots. They looked nothing special or anything. fragrance.

However, he has seen many rare treasures in the Buddhist kingdom of Hengyuan Buddha, and knows that the more extraordinary the heaven and earth spiritual creatures are, the more ordinary they may look. This is a kind of protection for themselves.

Then he gently absorbed it with his spiritual power and put it into the jade bottle. There was only a thin layer.

"Thank you for your help." Meng Yuan patted the tips of the bamboo shoots gently, but most of them couldn't understand. This was not just a language barrier, unless these purple bamboo shoots also cultivated the Heavenly Ear.

However, Meng Yuan noticed that the soil on the ground was a little dry. It seemed that these purple bamboos had a great demand for water, so he asked his disciples to water more.

Then he took the jade bottle and went to the residence of Miao Le and Miao Yan. He would know if it was effective after using it.

Miaoyan's injury was more difficult to treat, so he was the first to give it to him.

Miaoyan didn't ask what it was. After drinking three drops, he immediately felt a coolness and refreshing feeling from the inside out. His injured soul was recovering quickly!
The originally sluggish spirit also quickly recovered, and gestured: "Junior brother, this is a god!"

"Senior Brother, this is the morning dew on the bamboo shoots. You can collect it every day from now on. I will let the Second Senior Brother test the effect on physical injuries."

Then he found Miao Le and asked him to take two drops. Miao Le, who had almost recovered after taking some elixir, only felt a burst of itching at the opening of the collapse, which was the rapid growth of granulation.

"Junior brother, this is the unique treasure of our Guanyin Temple!"

Meng Yuan nodded slightly. Just because it can heal the wounds of the soul, it is enough to become a god. As for bamboo, even one plant can grow into a piece, but he still has half a bag of seeds in his hand!
Purple Bamboo Forest?
Immediately, the three brothers and sisters decided to take good care of these purple bamboos. Of course, there can't be 300 taels of silver here, just take care of them more.

Fortunately, these purple bamboos are not picky about their location. As long as they are given enough water, they will grow healthily. Every morning, they will produce dew with miraculous healing effects. Meng Yuan calls it nectar.

The New Year's Eve is approaching, but Dayan Kingdom doesn't have a saying for the New Year, but the Sea God Sacrifice.

On the New Year's Eve, almost every family will buy generous sacrifices and place them outside the door or in the yard, so the streets are very lively, and there are various things for sale.

And these three celestial brothers also took their disciples to the streets to feel the lively atmosphere.

But Meng Yuan found that as the New Year drew closer, there was less laughter on the street, and there was even a faint sense of panic.

Could it be that the Sea God Festival was as bloody and weird as the Buddha's birthday he had experienced before?

What Meng Yuan didn't know was that at this moment, all parts of the country, even including the coastal areas of neighboring countries, counties, counties and towns, were preparing to sacrifice to the sea god, and there was a huge momentum.

Even the three sects and the imperial court have specially prepared sacrifices.

In the past, Luoxia Town was managed by the Wang family, but the Wang family disappeared again, and Meng Yuan aside, Miao Le and Miao Yan did not know their meaning before, so Guanyin Temple was not prepared at all.

Meng Yuan asked a few people on the roadside. Perhaps because of his harmless affinity, several aunts and uncles kindly reminded him that the sacrifices to Poseidon should be as rich as possible.

"Because they might... eat people if they're not full!"

Of course, the so-called Poseidon will definitely not condescend to a group of mortals to eat tribute, even if it is to eat people. Most of them are the various gods and demons under Poseidon.

They may not come to every household, but who can guarantee that they won’t come to their home?
Therefore, the people try their best to buy as many and rich sacrifices as possible, but even so, many tragedies still occur every year.

After all, there are always some people with unique tastes who only like to eat people.

No wonder the old monk once told him that the world is hopeless. The more he understood, the more desperate he became.

For a while, Meng Yuan lost interest in continuing to wander.

In another world, New Year's Eve is a happy day for family reunion and family reunion, but for the people here, it is a matter of life and death.

The South China Sea is also a big problem.

Meng Yuan returned to the Zen room and went through all the problems in his mind. Every day he never stopped thinking, trying to find an easier path for all living beings with his supreme wisdom.

And going around seems to be unable to get around. God!

But the meal needs to be eaten in one bite, and the Sea God of the South China Sea is the most powerful god he knows so far, and it is undoubtedly impossible to fight against him now.

Before getting rid of the outside world, you must first calm down the inside. Maybe you can unify the Buddhist dharma in the Mahayana Kingdom. When the Mahayana Buddhism is deeply rooted in people's hearts, I think I will be able to complete the practice of the Bodhisattva body, and then I can compete with the sea god.

At this time, Meng Yuan felt that Pi Liuli in the Buddha Kingdom in his palm was calling him.

"What's the matter?"

Pi Liuli said: "My lord, that young man has woken up!"

Meng Yuan then released the young man named Wei Tian.

I saw that he was completely different from a few days ago. His figure had become very tall, his face was ferocious, his eyes were protruding, and his two fangs were exposed and shining with cold light. He looked completely like a zombie at this moment.

But he bowed down and said: "Thank you, the holy monk, for your rescue. From today on, I am willing to serve the holy monk with tea and water, before the saddle and behind the horse."

"Get up now, I don't want you to be a slave, and go back and serve my sister with all your heart. I will see you again in the future." Meng Yuan laughed.

This move immediately moved Wei Tian. When he tried to hold on for a breath and refused to die, he thought that his sister and nephew, who were like mothers, would not be able to survive in the future. This was his strong obsession, and it was this that allowed him to survive. Pi Liuli and the zombies were eroded by their Yin Qi and turned into half human and half corpse.

He immediately kowtowed three times and said, "The holy monk is very merciful and merciful, but I, Wei Tian, ​​am by no means an ungrateful person. When my two nephews grow up, I will come to serve them."

Meng Yuan did not refuse and asked him to go home quickly.

"Holy monk, it's just my appearance." He was worried that his current appearance would scare his sister and nephew.

"It's easy."

Meng Yuan waved his hand lightly, and a ball of golden light fell on it and turned into a mark between its eyebrows. It was a ball of merit, which immediately hid his ferocious face.

And warned: "Although you are an evil body, you must do good deeds, otherwise I will not forgive you."

Wei Tian kowtowed: "Remember the teachings of the holy monks, and dare not do evil."

Then he went out and left.

(End of this chapter)