Acting as a god and Buddha: starting from Guanzi

Chapter 110 The Past of Ahan Temple
The same person told two different endings of the same story at different times and different places.

In fact, Meng Yuan prefers the second ending. After all, the Paradise must be false, and the so-called taking away Patriarch Aganaya to achieve enlightenment should be the transformation of gods, so it must not be true.

The underground of Agama Temple really suppressed the peerless demon, so the monks in the temple can't leave?
At this time, Yuan Hai had already finished the meat in the bowl. Seeing that he hadn't used his chopsticks, he urged him to eat quickly, saying that the dining hall would be closed soon.

"The poor monk really doesn't have much appetite right now. Tonight, he is writing down the deeds of the patriarch. I wonder if the poor monk can bring this bowl of meat to the meditation room and eat it when he is hungry?"

Yuan Hai was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Meng Yuan would make such a request.

Then he hesitated and said, "That's okay."

Meng Yuandang picked up the bowl to say goodbye to him, turned and left the dining room, and just as his back disappeared, dozens of eyes stared at his back.

Sensing the tide of malice, Meng Yuan didn't react at all, the golden wheel of merit was revealed, and then he turned a corner halfway and did not return to the meditation room.

As the dinner ended, the entire Agama Temple fell into darkness. Meng Yuan used the Golden Wheel of Merit to make himself invisible to a certain extent, thus avoiding the sight of the monks in the temple.

What is the difference between the Ahan Temple at night?
He re-walked the route he was familiar with during the day. He felt hungry midway and ate a few steamed buns he had brought in the morning. The hunger disappeared immediately, and he came to the backyard again not long after.

The statue of Patriarch Ahanaya is still in the middle, but Meng Yuan heard some voices this time.

'let me out, let me out'

Meng Yuan looked at the statue of the patriarch, the voice came from inside, obviously he didn't hear anything in the daytime.

He wanted to get closer to check, but suddenly, a thin figure walked out from behind the stone statue of the ancestor.

"Son, you can't go near it."

It was Elder Jingkong, he could see himself.

Meng Yuan asked: "Elder, who is this statue of the founder?"

Jing Kong sighed, "It's the demon that the Patriarch suppressed back then."

"The messenger?"

Jingkong nodded slightly, and then roughly retold the story that Abbot Yuanhai told him in the dining hall, but in more detail.

"At that time, my teacher was also one of the disciples. Everyone thought it was really the patriarch who was led away by the Land of Ultimate Bliss after his merits and virtues were perfected, but it was not a guide to the venerable at all, but a horrible mass of flesh and blood."

"It brought disasters. It exudes a strange fragrance. Many disciples couldn't help but feel hungry when they smelled it. They killed and devoured each other. It was terrifying and bloody. It was the patriarch and all the eminent monks who sealed it in Ah Han. Under the temple, the statue of the patriarch is the eye of the array."

Elder Jingkong's face was complicated. He was not a person who had personally experienced it back then, but his teacher was a great master in the Nascent Soul Realm, but he had not even lived past the age of five hundred.

Meng Yuan heard Elder Jingkong's description of the monster. Isn't this just the weird meat in the dining hall?

"Elder, why do the monks in the temple eat vegetarian food during the day but eat meat at night?"

"Vegetarian dish? What kind of vegetable dish? Since the catastrophe at Ahan Temple a thousand years ago, all the surviving disciples have been trapped in this temple and have never had contact with outsiders. You are the first person to find the temple."

"There was nothing we could do about the meat. I really didn't want to see my disciples starve to death, or even have the tragedy of cannibalism, so I used the pieces of meat left by the demon as food for my disciples.

Unexpectedly, that monster was so powerful that even the remaining pieces of its flesh possessed great power. All those who ate the flesh and blood became its slaves, and only the old monk relied on his cultivation to survive.

I have been waiting for the person who can end all this to appear, until you come, my child, but you are too weak. "

What Jing Kong said was shocking. The monks in the temple were all survived thousands of years ago, and they were all reduced to the slaves of that demon.

"Dare to ask the elder, the disciples have forgotten, what are the precepts enshrined in the Lotus Duer Heart Sutra?"

Jingkong replied: "Don't kill."

Meng Yuan nodded slightly: "That's it."

Then he looked at him with some compassion: "Elder, you are only over 900 years old this year, but Agama Temple was sealed thousands of years ago. How did you appear out of thin air?"

"I'm right, how did I get here?"

Immediately, Elder Jingkong fell into madness and shook his head crazily: "I am the master and disciple of Agama. No, I was born from the thought of Lord Mechakra. I am Buddha, Lord Mechakra?"

"what!"

In an instant, Elder Jingkong's thin body turned into a monster of flesh and blood, and the entire Ahan Temple underwent terrifying changes at the same time.

The bricks, stones and soil in front of Meng Yuan all turned into a terrifying hell of flesh and blood. He immediately left the backyard with light under his feet, but changes were taking place in the corridors, main halls, Zen rooms, etc. in the front yard, and his foothold was shrinking.

"Wonderful evil! Wonderful evil"

Shouts seemed to come from all directions, blood and flesh rolled, and there were familiar faces among them.

Meng Yuan held a fly whisk and was about to respond when suddenly a bell rang.

when!when!when!
A feeling of fatigue came over, and Meng Yuan's eyes blurred. The hell of flesh and blood disappeared without a trace, and he was now standing on the roof of a room, with the disciples below pointing at him.

"Senior Brother Miao E, why are you standing on that roof so early in the morning?"

Meng Yuan then flicked his whisk and lightly landed on the ground, shook his head and said with a smile, "It's all about practicing."

At this moment, there was a sudden wail in the temple.

"Elder Jingkong passed away in front of the statue of the patriarch!"

Suddenly all the disciples ran to the backyard in panic, and saw the eminent monks in the temple arriving, all with sad faces, and the abbot Yuan Hai burst into tears.

In front of the statue of Patriarch Ah Han, Elder Jing Kong sat cross-legged, facing the Patriarch, with his eyes closed and his expression peaceful.

Meng Yuan watched all this silently. The other Ahan Temple had a terrible change last night. Would it affect this side?
The reason why he concluded that there were two Agama temples was because he finally noticed something was wrong after two previous changes.

time!The passage of time in the Agama Temple is different from that in the outside world, and when he jumps back and forth between the two Agama Temples, he is enduring the passage of time at twice the speed, so Meng Yuan feels tired.

The Agama Temple where it is during the day should be the real Agama Temple, and when day and night change at night, the Agama Temple hidden in another world will appear, just like the two sides of the same coin.

Meng Yuan guessed that this might be the magical power of the Patriarch Agannaye, just like the story Yuan Hai told.

Immediately, Meng Yuan looked at Elder Jing Kong with his wise eyes, and a blurry picture gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

Patriarch Aghan's merits and deeds were perfect, and a messenger came to say that he would be taken to the Paradise of Paradise to cast a golden body and become a soul. Monks from all the temples in the Southern Wilderness came to watch the ceremony.

On that day, thousands of monks gathered, and there were eminent monks and great virtues inside and outside the Ahan Temple, which was an unprecedented grand occasion.

The monks gathered around a monk wearing cassocks and walking like a dragon and a tiger as he walked out of the mountain gate. Suddenly, a golden rain fell from the sky, and a figure was enveloped in the golden light and could not be seen clearly.

As it appeared, countless monks knelt down to greet and guide the envoy.

Just when the Patriarch walked into the golden light, he suddenly took action and shot the figure out of the golden light with one palm. The monks immediately saw its face clearly. There was no trace of peace in it. It was clearly a peerless demon.

Flesh and flesh, like a skinned monkey, with only two eyes and a mouth with no lips and exposed fangs.

The messenger was driven out of his true form by Grandmaster Agama, and was furious. What followed was a bloody scene. Countless monks came to help Patriarch Aghan, but when faced with the monster, they were all casually harvested like ants.

Meng Yuan saw Elder Jingkong. He was just a young monk in the Golden Core Realm at that time. He still rushed forward with the stick in his hand, but the elder almost killed him with a casual breath. Fortunately, he was saved by the Patriarch.

Although the envoy was powerful, he gradually fell into a disadvantage when faced with the siege of Patriarch Aghan and many monks.

Patriarch Ahan suddenly broke out and pushed the messenger into the ground unable to move, and was about to kill him. At this time, an even more terrifying scene happened!

A terrifying arm fell from the sky, with countless flesh and blood intertwined on that arm, made up of human, beast and even demon bodies, just looking at it made many monks below go crazy, and even started to kill each other.

Patriarch Agama tried to resist and unleashed an incomparably bright blow. He transformed into a thousand-foot-long body, just like the Buddha came to the world. He cut off the palm, but it was useless. Countless flesh buds sprouted and grew in an instant, and then pinched him. live.

Like pinching an ant, that terrifying arm began to retract.

The monks of Ahan Temple tried to fly to rescue them, but they were instantly sucked into the arm and turned into a part of it.

Patriarch Agama disappeared into the sky, but a moment later a divine light fell from the sky and disappeared into Agama Temple.

And the palm that was chopped off by the patriarch and the messenger who received the guide also disappeared without a trace in an instant!

The monks at Ahan Temple thought that the patriarch had escaped back, but no one found any trace after searching.

It was also at this time that someone suddenly massacred the monks of Ahan Temple, because most of the eminent monks had already died in the previous World War I, and they were powerless to resist.

Jingkong was also killed and split into several pieces by a sword.

Those people slaughtered the monks of Agama Temple, searched for classics, and even searched the Agama Temple up and down. They seemed to be looking for something, but in the end they didn't find it, so they left.

The entire Agama Temple became a hell on earth, with countless corpses scattered throughout the temple.

But the strange thing is that after one night, the Ahan Temple became clean, as if there had never been any war, but Jingkong and some Ahan Temple disciples came back from the dead and reappeared in the temple!
Jingkong became the oldest person. He gathered his disciples again to clean the courtyard. He seemed to have forgotten a lot about yesterday's events. He discovered that there was a statue of the Patriarch in the backyard. For a moment, everyone regained their confidence, thinking that the Patriarch was still there and would eventually be there. The day of return.

Agama Temple continues to pass on in this deserted land.

Meng Yuan blinked, and suddenly all the pictures disappeared. After obtaining enough information, he finally saw the reason for the decline of Ahan Temple with his insightful eyes.

Sad, deplorable!
(End of this chapter)