Journey to the West: Yinhu Zhenjun

Chapter 109 I’m Meng Tao
Lu Yin sat alone on the top of the mountain until dawn, then gathered his mind and made up his mind.

He must have a fight with that monster!

Turning around and going back to the mountain, I have been cultivating my martial arts so hard that I can either fight or run. I have to grab it with both hands, and I have to be strong with both hands!

Fortunately, the people in Wanfo Temple have not moved their minds yet, so Lu Yin is here to practice martial arts hard.

By the way, he taught Hu Liu and Di Jue to hone their martial arts skills together.

Two or three years have passed since Lu Yin formed the golden elixir. I met several unlucky people who came to "become a Buddha", but Lu Yin first explained the pros and cons, and then calmly persuaded them to leave.

Occasionally, some people relied on their own strength. When they saw Lu Yin taking out a three-pointed two-edged knife, they all turned off the flames and turned around to leave.

They spent their days in peace until the old monk, who was sitting in the cave with his eyes closed, made some calculations, called the monks from the temple, and asked: "It has been about ten years, how come there are no pilgrims coming?"

After saying this, the old monk was also stunned and suddenly said: "Yes, why didn't I pay attention before?"

The old monk frowned and thought, as if he had gained something, but it was just a fantasy, and finally sighed: "Well, there are three pilgrims outside the mountain gate in the Qijue Mountain. If you go and ask, they will say that becoming a Buddha is so close, why are you still there? Don’t move.”

The old monk bowed and said, "Disciple, go now."

After saying that, he released the broom in his hand, opened the temple door, and walked out step by step.

After leaving the temple gate, he rushed all the way to Qijue Mountain. The old monk walked very fast. He first glanced at the village at the foot of the mountain, and then followed the mountain road to the front of the mountain temple.

Pushing open the door, Lu Yin, Hu Liu and three others were waiting inside.

No one was surprised when they saw the old monk coming.

Dijue stood up and said, "Master, why are you out and about today?"

The old monk glanced at the clay statue, showing a bit of ridicule, and said: "I wonder why you don't come to worship my Buddha. So you are here to be a little mountain god?"

At that moment, Dijue looked panicked and was held down by Hu Liu again. Lu Yin stood up and said with a smile, "Master underestimated the three of us' devotion to Buddha."

"Oh?"

The old monk pretended to be questioning.

Lu Yin glanced at Hu Liu, who nodded slightly, stood up and left. Lu Yin continued: "The three of us are of low strength, and it is very difficult to raise gold in the world. There are many monsters in the mountains and forests, and there are even ghosts that lurk day and night."

"I thought of a way to raise gold, and look, here it comes!"

Lu Yin stretched out his hand and pointed, and Hu Liu indeed brought out a pile of gold from behind. The old monk nodded slightly and believed a little.

Lu Yin added: "In order to save gold, we made even the statues out of clay. We originally thought we would visit tomorrow, but unexpectedly, Master, you came in person today."

"Quickly, give the gold to the master!"

Lu Yin urged.

Hu Liu took the gold and approached the old monk, and the old monk believed it, said the Buddha's name, waved his hands and said with a smile: "How can I take the gold you raised?"

"Now the amount of gold is enough to become a Buddha in one day. You can come tomorrow and have your own host to collect the gold and silver."

Only then did Hu Liu retreat, and Lu Yin said: "Okay, then I will leave tomorrow, and please wait patiently, master."

The old monk nodded and left with a smile.

When the old monk went back to resume his duties, Hu Liucai frowned and asked, "Brother, are we really going to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple tomorrow?"

Dijue on the side also looked uneasy and restless.

"Don't worry, you two. I have my own way. Even if I can't eliminate those demonic monks, I will still find a way to prevent them from continuing."

Lu Yin comforted.

"Brother, what's the plan?" Hu Liu asked.

Lu Yin invited two more people to plot.

That night, there was a loud roar of a tiger on Qijue Mountain, and the giant willows flew upside down clutching their chests, and the mountain temple that had been built so hard was also smashed to pieces.

Hu Liufei flew in the air, holding the unconscious Ji Xue with one hand, and said angrily: "What a Cangyu Tiger King! How dare you ignore our many years of friendship just for the sake of a mere chance to become a Buddha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yin's response echoed in the mountains and forests.

"Don't tell lies. If you are not as good as others, you should accept your fate. For the sake of our past friendship, get out of here."

On top of the clouds, Hu Liu's face changed several times, and finally he sighed and flew westward with a feeling of earth.

In the darkness, the old monk nodded and left. This time he really went back to resume his life.

Lu Yinze sat among the ruins, looking up at the moon until dawn.

The villagers at the bottom of the mountain heard the noise and thought that a demon was causing trouble. They did not dare to go up the mountain to check for a long time. Instead, they took the opportunity to gather the people, closed the doors and windows tightly, and organized a team of village elites to patrol.

Early the next morning, Lu Yin cast a spell to take back a group of demons who were guarding the dark place, and worriedly applied a few strips to himself before picking up his bags and heading to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

Knocking on the temple door, it was the same old monk who opened the door yesterday.

He nodded first, then became confused, "Welcome donor, where are your two friends?"

Lu Yin smiled freely and said, "The opportunity to become a Buddha is so close, how can we let it go? The two of them knew that their strength was low and wanted to join forces to defeat me, but I was the first to conquer them. Now they have probably left this world. .”

The old monk shook his head regretfully, "Those two donors are indeed not as good-hearted as you, the layman. Please come, the host is waiting for you."

Lu Yin was delighted, "Oh? Master, quickly lead the way."

The old monk smiled and led the way.

The two walked into the lobby quickly. The old monk took away the gold and silver in Lu Yin's hand, and the old monk with his eyes closed came back with a pure gold Zen staff.

With a smile on his face, he said: "In the past hundred years, my Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple has finally achieved another Living Buddha. What a supreme merit!"

Lu Yin said happily: "What the host said is absolutely true. I just wish we met so late. Otherwise, wouldn't I have become a living Buddha long ago?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "No, no, if there is no way to pave the way, you, the donor, will not come so easily."

Lu Yin also said the Buddha's name, and replied: "The host is right."

After a while, two more old monks in gray clothes walked in, holding ladders and digging tools in their hands. The host closed his eyes and guided: "Donor, please wait patiently. When this golden Buddha statue is completed, it will be the time to become a Buddha." .”

"Okay, okay, listen to the master."

Lu Yin nodded repeatedly and followed the host to the yard.

The host turned sideways and asked, "May I ask your name for this donor?"

Lu Yin raised his hand and said, "I am from Cangyu Kingdom, Meng Tao."

The old monk nodded and said with a smile: "Meng Zhe is the leader, and Tao Zhe is the wave. If after becoming a Buddha, how about calling him a living Buddha of Dalang?"

Dalang Living Buddha?

This is a name that people can think of. Lu Yin's eyelids twitched and he shouted quickly: "Okay, okay, this is it, this is it."

The old monk on the side also breathed a sigh of relief. He said, "I don't know what to call you. A tiger is called Meng Tao. Even if you want to give it a nicer name, you can't."

The two chatted in the courtyard for a while, and there was a clanking sound behind them. As the sound rang out, Lu Yin felt as light as a swallow, his eyes were hazy, and the beating gradually turned into the sound of Sanskrit chanting. The old monk Yan also looked like an accomplished monk.

(End of this chapter)