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Chapter 355 Little Thunder Temple

Chapter 355 Little Thunder Temple
"Where is the person who wanted to debate with you? Why can't you sense them anymore?"

"He did run fast, but it's also possible that I hit him too hard," the monk replied.

"Let's make it clear beforehand: if we keep flying west and can't find Mount Ling, don't blame me."

"It won't happen."

"Why are you taking me to Mount Ling? Is Mount Ling only open to monks?" the monk asked.

"The weirdo you just chased away has already answered that question."

"What did he say? I don't know," the monk asked, puzzled.

“He said you are the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and that’s true. When you go to the Great Thunder Temple on Mount Ling, they will definitely open their gates wide to welcome you,” the roadside man replied.

"I?"

"Ksitigarbha?"

The monk did not believe the explanation given by the roadside.

"Fine, then let's just assume that Mount Ling only opens its doors to monks. Go and help open the door." The man by the roadside was too lazy to argue with the monk about whether he believed in this matter.

"Do you know the name of the person who wants to debate with you?" someone asked from the roadside.

The strangely dressed man naturally attracted the attention of the passerby, but when the passerby tried to recall what the black-robed monster looked like, he couldn't remember.

“That fellow claims to be Kinnara, but Kinnara is one of the Eight Legions of Devas and Asuras. He doesn’t look like him at all. He’s just lying,” the monk replied.

What is Kinnara?

"Kinnara is skilled in singing and dancing, and is not human, but human-like."

"Some say that Kinnara has a human head and a bird's body. If he really is Kinnara, then there must be a bird's body under his black robe."

The monk picked up a twig and began to draw the image of Kinnara on the ground. He had seen many images and sculptures of Kinnara along the way, but this was the first time he had learned that these human-headed birds were actually called Kinnara.

"Can we go to the Great Thunderclap Temple now?"

The monk threw down the branch and looked up at the roadside.

"Walk."

"Wait a moment."

"What are we waiting for?" someone asked from the roadside.

"We're going to fly there, right?"

He nodded to the monk by the roadside.

"I certainly can't fly all the way to Mount Ling by myself, so Master Lu, you'll have to carry me."

“Yes,” someone by the roadside said.

“But I don’t want you to hold me by the waist and carry me away; it would make me very uncomfortable,” the monk said.

"So what posture do you want to fly with me?" the roadside asked.

"I also refuse to be carried in a princess carry."

“I also refuse,” the monk said from the roadside.

"Holding hands? No, no." The monk shook his head.

"Holding hands?"

"How about I ride on your back and you fly away, Master?" the monk said with a smile.

"Go to hell." The man on the roadside looked disgusted.

“I’ve decided to carry you on my shoulders,” he said by the roadside.

"If I didn't consider you a human being, I wouldn't need to think about all this."

"Wait a minute..." The monk strongly refused, but was still lifted up by the roadside and carried on his shoulder.

"Chenxiang, Pingping, let's go."

Chenxiang and Pingping weren't as fussy as the monk; they held hands and flew into the sky.

It flew by with a serious expression, carrying the monk like a cannonball.

"Prajnaparamita..."

The monk squinted and chanted the Heart Sutra.

The four flew for a long time, and suddenly saw a radiant Buddha light in the west.

A towering mountain stretches to the horizon, its pavilions and halls appearing and disappearing in the distance, while the chanting of sutras echoes like thunder.

"Have we arrived? Have we flown to Mount Ling?"

The four stopped some distance away, wondering if this place was the Western Paradise Spirit Mountain, since none of them had ever been there.

"Let's go up the mountain and take a look," someone by the roadside said.

“Even if we went the wrong way, it only delayed us for half a day.” “I have no objection,” the monk said.

The monk was put down by the roadside, and he strode forward at the foot of the mountain, walking alone at the very front.

The mountain is not a barren mountain; neat stone steps have been built from the foot of the mountain, and you can smell the sandalwood fragrance even before you reach the top.

The group walked to the mountainside and arrived at the mountain gate, where four large characters were displayed.

"Little Leiyin Temple..." The roadside was speechless, having actually been tricked, and turned to head down the mountain.

"Master Lu, don't go!" The monk grabbed the clothes by the roadside.

"Although we didn't get to the Great Thunderclap Temple, this Small Thunderclap Temple doesn't seem too bad, does it? Since we're already here, why not go in and take a look?" the monk asked curiously.

"This is a temple of monsters."

"It's Maitreya Bodhisattva's disciple in disguise," the monk explained by the roadside.

"Is Maitreya Bodhisattva's disciple so bold? Daring to set up a Little Thunderclap Temple?" The monk stood in front of the Little Thunderclap Temple, eager to try.

“Look at the atmosphere of this Little Thunder Temple, I would believe it if it were the Great Thunder Temple.”

"No one has opened the door."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the gate of Xiaoleiyin Temple opened.

Behind the mountain gate, the monks inside the temple lined up neatly, welcoming the group of people standing by the roadside with the highest honors.

Chenxiang looked at the monks. Their true forms were obvious to him; they were all monsters commonly found in the mountains.

"Monk, you'd better not go in. I think they want to eat you," Chenxiang whispered to the monk.

"We'll talk about it after they tie me up."

The monk Dayuan entered the Little Thunder Temple and headed towards the Mahavira Hall behind the second-floor gate.

“This place is so interesting,” Pingping said.

"Look, there are many Bodhisattvas in the Mahavira Hall."

"Someone is impersonating my dad."

Lu Bian and Chen Xiang used their magnetic field vision to check, and indeed there was one.

Not only does it include the Mighty King Bodhisattva, but also five hundred Arhats, three thousand Jiedi, the Four Vajras, and the Eight Great Bodhisattvas.

"There's no one dressed up as the Victorious Fighting Buddha," someone laughed from the roadside.

"Let's go, let's treat this as a comic convention."

"What is a comic convention?" Chenxiang and Pingping followed behind the roadside and entered the Little Thunder Temple.

Inside the main hall, on the lotus throne, Huang Mei did not transform into the Buddha.

Yellow Eyebrows, seated on the lotus throne, was gazing at the Great Vow Monk.

"Om~!"

As soon as the monk Dayuan opened his mouth and spoke, the illusory images of five hundred Arhats, three thousand Jiedi, the Four Vajras, the Eight Great Bodhisattvas, and so on, all vanished instantly.

Not only have the Bodhisattvas and Arhats disappeared, but the once magnificent Little Thunderclap Temple has also been exposed in its true form, revealing its original state of ruin.

Buildings collapsed and houses crumbled, snakes, insects, rats and ants made their home everywhere...

"Since you have seen the Tathagata, why don't you worship him?"

Huang Mei asked the monk Da Yuan with a serious expression.

"Tathagata? Tathagata."

The monk said to Huang Mei.

"Um?!"

Yellow-browed man glared angrily.

"Today I'm going to eat Tang Sanzang's flesh!!"

Huang Mei pounced down from the lotus platform, holding a bag with a hole in it, ready to put the monk Dayuan inside.

The bag was put over the monk's head, but the monk's bald head popped out from the hole in the bag.

"I'm so angry!!" Huang Mei yelled.

The monk slapped Huang Mei.