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

Chapter 70 The Road to Reincarnation, Fusang Ghost King!
Once the Guteng Tree Demon died, the evil aura pervading the Guteng Forest disappeared like a puff of smoke.

"boom!"

The huge locust tree burst open suddenly.

It turned into countless glows and dissipated in the air.

The souls imprisoned by the tree demon were all released at once.

"Thank you holy monk!"

All the souls knelt down in unison, clasped their palms together, and expressed their gratitude.

If Bodhidharma didn't suppress and kill the tree demons, they would be refined sooner or later and become the killing tools of the tree demons.

In this way, the chance of reincarnation is completely lost.

It's like falling into the endless hell, and you can't turn over forever.

"Before you were alive, you were all innocent people. Unfortunately, you were killed by the tree demon, so..."

Bodhidharma showed compassion, "My Buddha is merciful, and the poor monk will give you a ride! May you enter reincarnation early and reincarnate, Amitabha!"

It's over.

Put your hands together and recite the mantra of the past life.

Foyin Sanskrit singing, like ten thousand monks singing together, suddenly resounds.

A golden Buddha's light suddenly split the void.

Countless Bana flowers emerge, swaying gently, like a dream, paving a road of reincarnation.

"Go!"

Dharma waved his hand.

"Thank you holy monk!"

All the souls, thank you again.

Then, following the road of reincarnation, drifting away.

This path of reincarnation is attached to Bodhidharma's supreme Dharma.

Those who enter reincarnation through this path, if they had some sins during their lifetime, at least half of their karma can be reduced.

If you often do good deeds in life, you will definitely join a wealthy family in the next life.

Whether it is good or evil, good fortune is naturally different.

After finishing these.

Bodhidharma turned to look at Monk Baiyun.

But he saw a little anxious look on Monk Baiyun's face.

Although the ancient vine tree demon had been executed, the relic golden Buddha was stolen by other evildoers.

There is no reason why Monk Baiyun should not be in a hurry!
Recalling when he left Yuzhen Temple, Jinding Daxian told him, "Going to sacrifice to Saiguo Jinguang Temple is related to the prosperity and decline of Buddhism in a hundred years. Be careful, and don't make any mistakes!"

I thought that in the Western Bliss, the pure land of Buddhism, there is absolutely no evildoer who is so bold along the way, dare to hijack the relic Golden Buddha!
But such a thing happened unexpectedly!

And, it's getting trickier.

"If, as the Guteng Tree Demon said, the Golden Buddha Relic is taken away by the imperial envoys from the Lion Camel Kingdom, that would be a big disaster!"

Monk Baiyun was anxious.

"Everything is predestined, why should the old Zen master worry too much!"

Seeming to see through Monk Baiyun's mind at a glance, Bodhidharma smiled slightly, extremely calm.

"Could it be that Bodhidharma Arhat already has a solution?"

Monk Baiyun hurriedly asked.

This time, without Bodhidharma's generous help, it would be very difficult for him to even get out of this ancient vine forest.

Not to mention recapturing the Golden Buddha relic from the ancient vine tree demon.

For Bodhidharma, he was naturally extremely grateful.

However, the Golden Buddha relic made him feel a little more anxious.

Bodhidharma didn't speak, but suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed a handful of air, lowered his head and sniffed lightly.

Immediately.

He raised his head and turned his gaze.

"This guy is going over there!"

Dharma pointed.

Know the appearance by hearing the wind, and determine the trace by smelling the soil!
Seeing this, Monk Baiyun couldn't help being stunned for a moment, "Can you smell this?"

"Of course!"

Dharma smiled slightly.

The figure flickered, the monk's robe flew, and he flew straight to the east.

Looking at Bodhidharma's figure, Monk Baiyun hesitated slightly.

However, Bodhidharma can only be trusted now.

Think about this.

Monk Baiyun waved his arms and shouted: "Cassock!"

Immediately, he took the cassock and followed closely behind Bodhidharma.

……

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

In the deep mountain forest, ancient trees sway and rustle like ghosts whispering.

From time to time, the creepy screams of strange owls sounded.

Under the big tree, the night shadows are mottled.

The Taoist, with a beard and hair, sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly squinted, and he was running the five thunder formulas by himself, swallowing qi and cultivating his spirit.

Its whole body is covered with golden light, and it is constantly swallowing.

It seems to be quite a bit of cultivation.

Not far from the Taoist, a young Taoist curled up into a ball, leaning against a tree and sleeping, talking hazily.

Sudden.

Taoist Haofa suddenly opened his eyes, and the light flashed in his eyes.

"What a ghostly aura!"

The Taoist frowned and jumped up.

"Little turtle, wake up!"

A loud shout, like thunder.

Huang Xiaogui shuddered and immediately woke up from his sleep.

Sleepy-eyed, dazed.

"What's the matter, Master?"

Huang Xiaogui rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"There is a situation!"

The grassy dweller raised his brows upside down, "Get ready guys, catch ghosts!"

"A ghost?!"

Huang Xiaogui was startled, and immediately became sober.

Shrinking his body, he looked left and right, "Where is it?"

The voice has not yet settled.

Deep in the woods, a strange red light flickered.

The gloomy ghostly aura turned into gusts of gloomy wind and rushed towards it.

The surrounding temperature plummeted.

Huang Xiaogui was shivering from the cold and couldn't help but sneezed.

"Master..."

Not finished.

Followed by.

"what!"

"what!"

"what--"

Several shrill and frightened screams came.

The grassy dweller raised his sword eyebrows, "Bold and wicked, how dare you commit a crime in the resting place of this layman!"

Since he practiced Taoism, he has mastered the method of the five thunders. Although he is still far away from becoming an immortal, he has achieved great Taoism skills and has caught countless ghosts.

Ordinary ghosts, when they smelled his scent from afar, they would have retreated far away.

"Whoosh!"

The sword's light is like electricity, and it walks against the sky.

The grassy dweller stepped on his sword and rushed towards the place where the red light was shining like the wind.

"Master, wait for me!"

Huang Xiaogui, carrying a heavy luggage, followed behind, shouting as he ran.

But in an instant.

The grassy dweller Yu Jian has already rushed to the scene.

Looking at it with a faint night light.

"what?"

In the middle of the night, in the deep mountains and old forests, there are young women haunting!
But I saw that young woman was wearing a black dress, her jade dimple was exquisite, and she was quite pretty.

The woman in black sat high on the horse's head, expressionless.

Seems to be waiting for someone.

In the beautiful eyes, there is a refraction of determination to regard death as home.

"Ghost marriage?"

The thatched layman's face darkened, and he immediately understood what was going on.

On the surrounding ground lay several dead bodies.

Unrecognizable, bloody.

Obviously, this is the murderous hand of that evildoer.

Just about to step forward.

Just at this time.

A burly golden-armored ghost came on horseback from the gloom without a sound.

The thatched resident had already sensed it, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Fusang Ghost King?"

The expression on his face became a little dignified.

however.

Slaying ghosts and demons is the duty of a cultivator!

There is no hesitation now.

A few yellow talismans flew out of his hand immediately.

"Qiankun Xunzheng, five thunder orders, disease!"

The yellow talisman suddenly turned into several dazzling lightning bolts, blasting towards Fusang Ghost King.

The Fusang Ghost King didn't mind for a while, but was struck by lightning.

"Ow!"

The roar resounded through the forest.

Filled with pain.

It's a pity that mere talisman power and lightning are not enough to suppress and kill Fusang Ghost King.

Instead, it aroused the anger and hostility in Fusang Ghost King's heart.

Fusang Ghost King turned his head and stared at the thatched layman with vicious eyes.

A thick, gloomy ghostly aura immediately permeated the air.

"This evildoer is really powerful, he is not afraid of my layman's five thunders power!"

A look of surprise flashed across his eyes, and the thatched layman's face darkened slightly.

Zheng!
The sound of the dragon's chant, the clear light shines on the moon.

"Monster, die!"

The grass hut layman squeezed the formula with his left hand, held the sword and slashed out.

A sword pierced out, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, the power was astonishing.

"Ow!"

Another roar.

Fusang Ghost King soared into the sky.

Rolling ghost power, turned into a two-foot long whip, and fell down.

One person and one ghost immediately fought together.

"Five Thunder Palms!"

The grass dweller suddenly drank violently.

The magic power is surging, and the power of the five thunders is concentrated in the right palm.

"boom!"

The two figures are separated at a touch.

Fusang Ghost King snorted, turned around immediately, flew towards the woman in black, and wanted to run away.

Sudden.

The light of the knife burst out.

"Monster, go to hell!"

The woman in black quickly drew out her dagger, naked, and fiercely stabbed Fusang Ghost King in the chest.

However, the dagger has not yet touched Fusang Guiwang.

Gu Sang Ghost King stared, and he captured the mind of the woman in black.

"Master!"

At this time, Huang Xiaogui finally arrived, panting.

Just in time, I saw Fusang Ghost King holding the woman in black and galloping away.

"Master, Fusang Ghost King!"

Huang Xiaogui yelled in shock, "Master, why don't you chase after him?"

The thatched hut layman stood there, motionless.

"It's Pindao who underestimated this evildoer!"

Just opened my mouth.

A mouthful of bright red blood spattered from his mouth.

The body couldn't help shaking.

Seeing this, Huang Xiaogui turned pale with shock, and quickly reached out to help.

"Master, are you injured?"

"Healing pills..."

"Yes!"

Huang Xiaogui quickly poured out a elixir and served the layman in the thatched cottage to take it.

"Master, how do you feel?"

Huang Xiaogui said with concern.

"It's okay!"

The grass dweller let out a long breath, "It's a pity that Fusang Ghost King escaped..."

There is no regret in the words.

"Ugh!"

The thatched cottage sighed, and was about to turn around and leave.

Right now.

Deep in the woods, a young voice suddenly floated faintly.

"Where is the evildoer, dare to block the way of the poor monk?"

(End of this chapter)