Plane hunting

Chapter 879

Thanks: Mu Mu Xiaomu, Xin Chaopai, 08a, thank you brothers for your support, thank you in summer.

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Those painted walls in the Thousand Buddha Hall, together with several small thousand worlds, and the line of "White Snake Legend of the World", although Huang Shaohong has not fully figured out the ins and outs, the cause and effect, he knows that he must be harmless by the smiling face in front of him. The dumpy monk in the village was taken advantage of.

Of course, for the benefits and treasures obtained in this process, Huang Shaohong should take credit for his own hard work, and it has nothing to do with the person in front of him.

Hearing that King Fudo Ming wanted him to go to the "Master Xuanzang's Journey to the West to Obtain Buddhist Sutras", Huang Shaohong laughed, and planned to ask his own people to leave, and the heavenly master would not accompany him.

Clinker Fudo Ming Wang saw that he was going to leave, so he was not in a hurry, he only asked with a smile:

"Your companion named Shifang hasn't come out yet. I'm afraid he might be lost in that world. Why don't you go and pick him up?"

"Shifang hasn't come out yet?"

Huang Shaohong froze for a moment, then quickly walked to the other wall, in front of the painting "Picture of Master Xuanzang's Journey to the West to Seek Buddhist Sutras".

The last time he saw this mural, it depicted Shifang leading a white horse and following Master Sanzang all the way west.

In the distance in the mural, a mountain with five fingers clearly identifiable, like a human palm, stands in the clouds and mist.

Farther away, a shining Buddha sits cross-legged with his eyes closed on a treasure mountain guarded by thousands of Buddhas.

At that time, although Shifang led the horse and followed Master Sanzang, he looked around in a daze, as if he was at a loss and full of doubts about everything around him.

At this time, Huang Shaohong was looking at the mural, and he saw that the mural was still the same, but Shifang's expression changed from dazed and confused to depressed, and his lips were chapped, and his white monk robe was also stained with a lot of dust. A dusty look.

But whether it is Wuzhi Mountain or the treasure mountain where the Buddha is guarded by thousands of Buddhas, it is still out of reach for the ten directions.

Fudong walked over with a smile, pointed at the ten directions in the mural, and said with a smile:

"Look, the little monk doesn't seem happy!"

Huang Shaohong took a look at the fat man, and felt that his smile was too fake. He obviously wanted to use Shifang as bait so that he could take the bait and be willing to use it for him, but he just put on a look, "Look, I'm doing it for you." Looks good with your friend!
Huang Shaohong glanced at Shifang in the mural, then turned around and walked back. Monk Fudo stopped his smile and asked in surprise:

"Do you even care about your companions?"

Huang Shaohong kept walking, and said with a free and easy smile:

"Everyone has their own predestined relationship, so it's not necessarily a bad thing for Shifang to practice with Master Sanzang!"

"Besides, I can come out of that world, just now the scholar can also be freed from other worlds, Shifang may not be unable to find a way to get out!"

After Huang Shaohong finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Fudong:

"Aren't you heartbroken Bodhisattva for plotting against a little monk like this?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, waved to Bai Suzhen and the others, and then walked quickly towards the entrance of the hall, as if he didn't care if he said he didn't care.

Fudo Bodhisattva shook his head and smiled wryly:
"The almsgiver stay here, there is some misunderstanding here, please listen to the poor monk!"

Huang Shaohong stopped in his tracks after listening to his polite words, turned around and said:

"Bodhisattva has something to say, please listen to me!"

Fudo waved his hand, and suddenly a transparent mana barrier wrapped him and Huang Shaohong in it, and explained in his mouth at the same time:

"Fellow Daoist, don't panic, it's just that it's safer not to let others know about the next words!"

Huang Shaohong has a long history of research on space spells and barriers, and he can see that the barriers set up by Fudo Mingwang only have the effect of isolating consciousness and sound, and are not set up to trap him. He nodded slightly:
"The Bodhisattva has something to say, but it's okay to say it!"

Fudo smiled wryly and said: "In the age of the Dharma-ending era, Buddhism is in ruins, and there are no immortals and Buddhas. There is no Bodhisattva or not. Fellow Taoists call me a monk!"

Huang Shaohong originally felt that his strength was not as good as the opponent's. He called Fatty one by one, and some people would be inferior to others. Now when he heard Fudong say this, he followed suit and said with a smile:
"Then I'll call you 'Fudo Monk' and we won't be upset!"

Don't listen to him should change his name, also smiled and said:
"My Buddhist sect doesn't care about this at all. I just let the secular disciples make a mess. In fact, our Buddhist sect regards the flesh as a stinky skin and can be discarded. How can we care about such a name? Daoists can do whatever they want, just call them poor monks. A smelly monk is all right!"

Huang Shaohong's eyes lit up, and he looked up and down the Fudo monk, wondering why this Bodhisattva is different from what he imagined, is he so down-to-earth now?

Immediately walked over with a smile, put his hand on the monk Fudo's shoulder, and said with a smile like two brothers:
"Then I'll do whatever I want, fat man, I appreciate you very much!"

Without moving a black thread: "The poor monk is called rich, not fat!"

"You are fat!"

"Wealthy!"

"fat!"

"Futai!" Momo emphasized his tone.

Huang Shaohong pointed at him: "You're done, you've lost your face, and you seem to be angry, it's a crime of anger, isn't it!"

Do not move:"."

Huang Shaohong looked at Fudong with an embarrassing expression on his face, sneered and said:
"Okay, okay, I'm just joking with you, besides, monk Fudo, is your acting skills a little exaggerated? Your name 'Modo' means that the Buddha's heart is firm and unshakable. You don't need to be so down-to-earth on purpose. Get angry!"

Nodding still:
"It's not a performance. To me, laughing and cursing are all appearances. I cry when I want to cry, laugh when I want to laugh, and do whatever I feel comfortable with, but my heart doesn't move!"

Huang Shaohong shook his head, this is one of the reasons why he doesn't like Buddhists, as well as those who practice too much and forget their feelings in Taoism.

Talking to each other, you have a heart-to-heart relationship with him, and his side is full of appearances, but his heart is as solid as a stone. You say it's scary, isn't it scary?

For such a person, Huang Shaohong did not dare to have a close friendship, and it was best not to meet him.

Fu Dong suddenly asked: "Fellow Taoist, aren't you curious about what the poor monk said, that Buddhism is ruined and immortals and Buddhas don't exist?"

Huang Shaohong's heart moved slightly. He knew through the broken copper that in the Great Thousand World they were in, they had experienced the invasion of the plane in the end of the era. When I said just now, because he knew this was the case, he didn't show any surprise. expression.

Unexpectedly, it was precisely because of his unsurprising appearance that he caught the attention of Fudo monk.

After a quick thought in his heart, he immediately replied:
"Actually, I have known for a long time that Buddhism is in ruins, and even there is no Buddha in Lingshan!"

"Oh?"

With a look of surprise on his face, he hurriedly asked:

"This fact is a secret of heaven and earth, how did Fellow Daoists know?"

Huang Shaohong then talked about how the old monk Baiyun abandoned himself and made a great wish when he was dealing with the old black mountain demon that day, and asked the World Honored One to descend into the world to wipe out the universe.

He said that when Lingshan appeared, he saw with his own eyes the scene of "Empty Lingshan, but no Buddha". Later, by chance, he became a city god, and he knew that the gods did not exist. When saving, he was not surprised!
"Amitabha!"

After hearing this, Monk Fudo sighed again and again: "An eminent monk like a white cloud should be the backbone of my restoration of Buddhism. What a pity, what a pity!"

Huang Shaohong rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know the secrets of this world, monk Fudo, can you help me solve my doubts?"

Monk Fudong rolled his eyes, and suddenly he had another grinning expression:
"Fellow Daoist, you promise to help me enter the "Master Xuanzang's Journey to the West to Obtain Buddhist Sutras" once, and I will tell you all these things!"

Huang Shaohong chuckled: "Forget it, there is a saying that the more you know, the faster you will die. I don't want to hear it now, so I leave!"

After speaking, he let go of the hand on the monk's shoulder, and was about to leave, but the monk who didn't move quickly grabbed him and said:
"You really don't care about that little monk's life?"

Huang Shaohong changed his face instantly:
"Monk, it's all right if you plan on me, but now you are threatening me with the little monks from the ten directions one after another, and you have lost the dignity of a Buddhist Bodhisattva!"

Fudo smiled wryly and said:
"Fellow Taoist, don't worry, the poor monk just wanted to explain this matter to you. Before you entered that world, it was indeed a method used by the poor monk, but the three scholars before and the young monk from the ten directions are really not the same. The matter of Guan Poor Monk is just their own encounter!"

Huang Shaohong raised his eyebrows. He didn't doubt what Monk Fudo said. He didn't say that monks don't tell lies.

Unmoved, he held Huang Shaohong and explained:
"These murals are actually after a magic weapon was broken, because the spirit of the weapon was not destroyed, it wrapped several small thousand worlds full of aura and parasitism on them, waiting for a chance to recover. If you meet someone who is destined to come here, it is a coincidence You can enter it below!"

"However, as Fellow Daoist said before, each person has his or her own predestined relationship. Depending on the Xiaoqian world you enter, the degree of danger in it is also different."

"Just like the world that the three scholars entered before, the level of danger is relatively simple. Although there are hell demons in it, there are also Baihua Fairy Mirror in Yaochi back then. They had the help of Baihua Fairy to escape smoothly!"

"Fellow Taoist went to an ordinary world, but your companion Shifang little monk is different. He went to the westbound world of 'Buddha and Dharma Eastward', where there are countless demons and ghosts, and there are ninety-nine 81 difficulties. The test is extremely dangerous!"

"If the little monk from the ten directions has a deep root of wisdom and an unshakable Buddha heart, then it is unknown if he will have a great opportunity for this trip, but his Buddha heart is shaken, he has the heart to return to the vulgar, and he was canonized by the divine way and became a hell. Yinshen, in this situation, that little monk is almost dead!"

Huang Shaohong's heart was full of huge waves, he didn't expect that those murals turned out to be the product of a broken magic weapon, but what kind of magic weapon can wrap and parasitize several small thousand worlds full of spiritual energy?

This is too exaggerated. This kind of power is probably no less than or stronger than Potong!
As soon as he finished thinking, he felt his sea of ​​consciousness tremble, but the broken copper hidden in his sea of ​​consciousness made a veiled protest, apparently telling Huang Shaohong that it was not as good as that magic weapon, and felt dissatisfied!

Huang Shaohong ignored Potong, just smiled and said to Fudo Monk:

"Since this is the case, great monk, you have boundless magic power, why don't you be merciful and save my companion?"

Monk Fudo shakes his head and smiles wryly:

"If the poor monk can go in, what do you ask fellow daoists to do? Tell the truth to fellow daoists, the little monks of the ten directions are really like what the poor monk said, if there is no accident, ten deaths and no life!"

Huang Shaohong's eyes flickered, he analyzed the pros and cons of the matter in his heart, took a long breath, and slowly exhaled:
"Then you tell me the whole thing first, and I will consider whether to agree to you after listening!"

Fudo nodded slowly, waved his sleeves and robes, and the surrounding scene changed suddenly. From the Thousand Buddha Hall, he came to an ancient temple on a high mountain in an instant.

The scent of sandalwood in the ancient temple bells is everywhere. Looking around, they are all monks who are meditating. After seeing the movement, these monks bow down devoutly and call them 'Bodhisattvas'!

Without moving or introducing him, he waved his hand in a dispirited manner, telling the monks to practice their own practice, while he led Huang Shaohong into a meditation room in the temple. With a wave of his hand, two cups of fragrant tea were placed on the table.

Then he said: "This is the Buddhist kingdom in the poor monk's body, so you and I can talk about it in detail here!"

Huang Shaohong heard that it was a Buddhist country where Fudong practiced, so he quickly lit a cigar for himself, and inhaled heavily. The smoke from the cigar quickly dissipated the sandalwood scent, making Fudong smoke from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Huang Shaohong asked politely:
"This is a cigar. Would you like to smoke one too, the great monk? It's very refreshing, but it pollutes the air!"

Don't hesitate to say that polluting the air, you're still smoking in my Buddhist kingdom, and immediately raise your arms calmly, with a 'clang' sound, a three-foot-long, shining golden pestle fell to the ground.

Fudo quickly picked up the subduing magic pestle, copied it in his hand, waved it twice, and sighed in a fake way:
"Oh, how careless the poor monk is to drop such magic tools to remove demons on the ground!"

Huang Shaohong nodded, then pulled out a two-meter-long vibrating gold machete from his cuff, and echoed:

"That's right. The so-called guard against others is indispensable. You see, I always carry this protective weapon with me. Monk, you must pay more attention in the future!"

Fudo immediately nodded with a smile, put the subduing magic pestle back into the cuff of the monk's robe, and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist is right, poor monk must pay attention, come and have tea!"

Only then did Huang Shaohong put away the two-meter-long machete, took a sip of the tea cup, but it tasted the same as the bowl of porridge he drank in the Thousand Buddha Hall before, but the effect of nourishing the soul was stronger. many.

After waiting for him to finish drinking, he introduced:

"I was a guest at the Antarctic Fairy back then. Before leaving, I snatched a green jujube from him and planted the jujube core in my Buddhist kingdom. Now it has grown into a jujube tree, and it will produce every hundred years. If you like it, you can turn back Just take some!"

Unable to look at the rich and powerful look, Huang Shaohong chuckled:
"Then thank the great monk first, and let me ask again, although this green jujube is good, it is boring if you eat too much. Do you have flat peaches, ginseng fruits, yellow plums, etc.? I'll take some, that would be the best!"

Fudo was drinking tea, when he heard what Huang Shaohong said, he spit out a sip of tea, and shouted in a rather dispirited manner:

"I still want it. I ate a flat peach at the peach feast, and ginseng fruit once at the Yulan Basin. As for the poor monk Huang Zhongli, I haven't even seen it!"

Huang Shaohong sneered at Fudo's outrage, if this guy could be so excited, he wouldn't be called Fudo Ming Wang, he was all acting out, but from what he said, he is so envious, jealous and hateful, it's fitting for him to show off his wealth. You have eaten several kinds of innate spirit fruit.

Immediately, Huang Shaohong lost interest in bickering, and immediately asked:

"Okay, monk, stop bragging, you brought me to the Nong Buddha Kingdom, you definitely don't want to kill me, do you? If you have something to say, hurry up and say it, I'm still rushing to the City God's Temple to do business!"

Fudo put away his distraught look, and sure enough, his performance just now was intentional, so he smiled and asked:
"Then let's start with the small thousand worlds in the Hall of Thousand Buddhas. The broken magic weapon I mentioned earlier has a name, it's called 'Mountain River Sheji Map'!"

(End of this chapter)