Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 48 Are you the reincarnation of Second Senior Brother?
"Rakshatian?!"

Dharma's heart twitched slightly.

On this road, besides Rakshatian, it is almost impossible for there to be anyone else.

A mountain peak made of countless corpses blocked his sight and could not be confirmed.

Soon, Bodhidharma had turned around the mountain of corpses.

But see the emptiness in the distance.

A monster with a bull head and a human body several feet high, with a terrifying and fierce aura surging all over its body, is slowly walking towards the city of death in vain.

The monster held a long black soul chain in its hand.

And the other end of the soul chain dragged the soul of a beggar.

"Sure enough, it's Rakshasa Heaven!"

His pupils shrank, and Bodhidharma was trying to catch up.

Unpredictable.

Just at this time.

Above the head, there was an exclamation.

"Brother Xiaogui below, please raise your hand and pick me up!"

Dharma couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Look up.

A figure fell like a meteor, fell from the sky, and fell hard towards the ground.

"..."

Dharma frowned slightly.

When the person was about to fall to the ground, he calmed down and turned sideways to avoid it.

boom!
There was a loud noise, and dust was scattered everywhere.

The man fell down hard, and suddenly fell into a big character.

Face first, mouth full of mud.

"Brother ghost, the Buddha said that helping others is the foundation of happiness, so it's fine if you don't want to be happy, can you give me a hand?"

Listening to this person's voice, although it was a little vague, it was full of energy.

Falling from such a high place, it is still unscathed.

It seems that this gentleman is also a talent.

more importantly.

Bodhidharma could tell at a glance that this person was not a soul.

But a living person of flesh and blood!
A living person can go in and out of the netherworld, no ordinary person!

If it wasn't for the high level of cultivation, it must be carrying a strange treasure!

Think about this.

Dharma stared intently.

As expected, there was a golden body hidden on this person.

The golden body still retains an incomparably rich Buddha power, which is enough to prove his cultivation level during his lifetime.

It will never be lower than Luo Han Guo!
Bodhidharma suddenly remembered what Fonu had said.

If Rakshatian wants to enter and leave the netherworld, he must obtain a golden body of Arhat Nirvana.

This person happens to have it!

"Whatever Rakshatian lacks, I will deliver it to my door!"

Bodhidharma smiled coldly, "It's a bit of a coincidence!"

Obviously, it must be Rakshatian's trick.

Right now.

He heard the man say again: "Oh, the world is getting worse, and people's hearts are not old. It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Let me do it myself!"

talking room.

Putting his hands on the ground, it took a lot of effort for the boss to stand up just now.

He jumped up and down a few times, shaking off the dust on his body.

"Ok?"

Bodhidharma looked up and down at the man in front of him.

I saw that he was holding a worn out palm fan in his hand, his face was unkempt, his clothes and hat were tattered, his body was messed up, and he looked sloppy.

Just like a beggar begging on the street.

But, look carefully.

A beam of seven-colored Buddha light spewed out from the top of his head, forming a canopy and covering his whole body.

Obviously he is an eminent monk with a lot of practice!
Bodhidharma felt a little familiar.

A little pondering, suddenly remembered.

"Economy?!"

Dharma blurted out.

"Who? Who's calling me?"

Hearing the sound, Ji Dian raised his head and said strangely.

"you know me?"

Looking at Bodhidharma's bald head shining brightly in the dark, Ji Dian suddenly realized.

"So you are a bald donkey like me... Hahaha?"

Ji Dian pointed at Bodhidharma and couldn't help laughing.

"Exactly!"

Bodhidharma didn't care, and smiled slightly.

"What's the big brother?"

Jidian has a hippie smile on his face, clasping his palms together.

"Poor Monk Bodhidharma, I have seen the Dragon Subduing Arhat!"

Dharma bowed.

As we all know, Jidian is the reincarnation of Jianglong Arhat.

On the surface, he is crazy, talking inconsequentially, laughing and cursing, stubborn and unruly, no different from a beggar.

But in fact, cultivation power is unfathomable.

It's just that, for some reason, he can't use mana in this trip.

Only this fairy fan protects the body.

"Little bald donkey, you have a good eye, you actually recognize my real body!"

Ji Dian lifted up the messy hair covering his eyes and looked at Bodhidharma with surprise on his face.

"You and I are destined, remember to invite me to drink tea when you have time..."

The words stopped abruptly.

As soon as his eyes touched the Buddhist robes and cassocks on Bodhidharma's body, as well as the golden bowl of the Zen staff, Bodhidharma's face changed suddenly.

"A tin rod with nine rings? Brocade cassock? A golden bowl?"

Ji Dian opened his eyes wide and exclaimed.

A look of unbelievable shock appeared on that somewhat dirty face.

Staring at Bodhidharma, Ji Dian doubted, "You, are you the reincarnation of Second Senior Brother?"

The second senior brother reincarnated?
Who are you scolding!

Before Bodhidharma could speak, he saw Ji Dian and shook his head.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible..."

Ji Dian said to himself, "When the second senior brother Jin Chanzi was demoted to the mortal world by the World Honored One, he was dressed in white and had nothing on his body. All the three treasures were confiscated..."

He clearly remembered that the World Honored One had passed these three Buddhist treasures to his second disciple, Jin Chanzi.

Later, Jin Chanzi neglected the Dharma and went down to the world for a long time, and the World Honored One took it back.

It stands to reason that Jin Chanzi is still ups and downs in Nanfang Buzhou at this time, and it is absolutely impossible to regain the magic weapon of the previous life.

After hearing Jidian's self-question and answer, Bodhidharma finally understood.

The so-called "Second Senior Brother" is not Ba Jie, but Jin Chanzi!
"Dharma? I haven't heard of this character before!"

Ji Dian looked at Bodhidharma again, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his face was full of doubts.

It's a pity that at this time, he has no magic power, and he can't use his wisdom eyes to look around the heavens and check the origin of Bodhidharma.

But he didn't know, even if he recovered his peak mana, he still couldn't do it!

"It seems that we have to resort to the trump card and use the most primitive method to find out the truth!"

Think about this.

Ji Dian rolled up his sleeves and immediately asked, "Little monk, where did you get this magic weapon?"

"Bestowed by the World Honored One!"

Dharma answered truthfully.

"World Honored One... bestowed by you?"

With a look of disbelief, Ji Dian murmured, "How is this possible?"

But the problem is, if it wasn't bestowed by the World Honored One himself, how could this Triple Treasure of Buddhism fall into the hands of a little Venerable!
Could it still be stolen or snatched from the World Honored One?
There is no such possibility!
The more Ji Dian thought about it, the more incredible he felt.

"That's all, why bother with mediocrity, it's more important to do my business first!"

Ji Dian is a free and easy person.

What's more, he broke into the Netherworld alone this time, but he was desperate and had important things to do.

It's not too late, and things will change if they are late!
Thinking of this, Ji Dian immediately stopped laughing, and asked seriously: "Little monk, have you ever seen the evil god Hei Luocha pass by here?"

"The evil god Black Rakshasa?"

Dharma was slightly taken aback.

Immediately react.

At the beginning, Rakshatian was expelled from Buddhism after being demoted and punished by the World Honored One, and was renamed the evil god Black Raksha.

"I'm looking for him too!"

"Why are you looking for him?"

Dharma just wanted to answer.

Sudden.

A violent roar, like rolling thunder, suddenly resounded through the void.

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(End of this chapter)