my son is the king

Chapter 122 The Buddha Trap
"Then I hope that the spirit of Lord Buddha can protect the Ten Thousand Buddhas Plateau forever," Shang Xiaoman smiled, then ignored the Demon Buddha and walked straight ahead.

Mofo looked at Shang Xiaoman's back and pondered for a while, then his body was full of demonic energy again, he bent down and raised his giant axe, beating the Buddha statue under his feet.

Shang Xiaoman kept walking forward, like a lonely bystander, he didn't know how long he walked, as if he had crossed time and space.

Not feeling hungry or tired, his skin was gradually drying up, and the black hair on the top of his head was falling off little by little.

More and more monks began to appear around him, some were knocking wooden fish, some were chanting scriptures.

Shang Xiaoman was dressed in ragged clothes and had a bald head. He did not know when he became one of those monks.

He walked to a river, the river was fast and clear, and it was very wide.

Standing on the bank are two people, a monk in monk's robes and a young woman.

Women wear silk clothes and silk ribbons, so it is not easy to cross the river.

She wanted the monk to carry her across the river, but the monk kept shaking his head and backed away.

Shang Xiaoman stepped forward and said with a smile, "I'll do it."

He picked up the woman and walked straight to the other side of the river, where the water was cold and clear.

After crossing the river, the woman thanked him and left.

The monk at the side looked at Shang Xiaoman, was silent for a moment, and said: "We monks are not close to women, especially young and beautiful women. It is very dangerous for you to do so."

"Are you talking about the woman just now?" Shang Xiaoman said in surprise, "I've already let her go, are you still holding her?"

The monk was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly gave Shang Xiaoman a satisfied smile.

He was covered in golden light, and he turned into a Bodhisattva in an instant.

Then I saw the golden light on his body melt into Shang Xiaoman's body little by little, and his figure also slowly disappeared.

After the golden light completely disappeared, the scene before Shang Xiaoman's eyes suddenly changed.

He became a famous Zen master.

Silent temple, ordinary wooden table, two empty cups, and a pot of hot tea.

The man sitting opposite the wooden table frowned and sighed.

"Master, I have some questions, can I trouble you to answer them for me," the man asked.

Shang Xiaoman didn't answer, but picked up the hot tea next to him and poured it into the empty cup in front of the man.

After the empty cup was full, Shang Xiaoman still didn't stop, and the tea overflowed from the cup.

The man quickly said: "Zen Master, the tea is full, why don't you stop?"

"I know," Shang Xiaoman said with a smile: "Your heart is just like this teacup, full of your own thoughts and stubbornness.

You have to pour out all the tea before I can explain it to you. "

The man listened to Shang Xiaoman's words, and his expression was deep in thought. After a long time, I seemed to have gained something and nodded.

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The scene changed again, Shang Xiaoman became the abbot of a temple, and he had two disciples, the great monk and the young monk.

One day, the little monk accidentally broke the bowl while washing the dishes. The elder monk saw it and immediately complained to Shang Xiaoman.

"Master, my junior brother broke the bowl."

Shang Xiaoman was indifferent, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said with satisfaction: "I believe that you will never break the dishes when you wash them."

The great monk was taken aback, and stood there for a long time, before he solemnly bowed to the monk Xiaoman.

The scene changed again, and Shang Xiaoman became an eminent monk. In the eyes of the world, he was only one step away from becoming a Buddha.

One day, an eminent monk who was just like him came to him suddenly and asked very confused, "Do you think there is really a Buddha in this world? Could it be something people made it up? Why have I never seen it?"

Shang Xiaoman smiled and turned off the lights in the room, and asked, "There is a sledgehammer in the corner of the room, can you see it?"

No matter whether the eminent monk opened his eyes wide or narrowed his eyes slightly, he couldn't see the scene in the corner clearly in the dark.

In the end, the eminent monk had no choice but to turn on the light, and there was indeed a sledgehammer in the corner of the room.

"Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it doesn't exist," Shang Xiaoman said slowly.

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Shang Xiaoman didn't know how many scenes he had experienced, and he could understand each scene.

It is his own perception, and it is also expressed to him by others through actions.

Finally, when his eyes lit up again, Shang Xiaoman found himself in an open space, with steps not far in front of him.

These steps stretch as far as the eye can see, as if reaching directly to the clouds, and there are Sanskrit sounds lingering on them, which makes people yearn for.

"Dengfo Road," Shang Xiaoman muttered to himself.

Beside him, there are many other people who are fanatical followers of Buddhism.

Shang Xiaoman knew that he should have entered the Ten Thousand Buddhas Plateau alone, there could be no other people.

These people are all phantoms, or they are people who came here hundreds of years ago, and Denverlu recorded and projected everything they experienced.

Like them, Shang Xiaoman stepped up the steps and walked towards the end step by step.

Every time you step on a step, it seems to experience a story.

There are Buddhas who cut meat to feed eagles, monks who see through the world of mortals, ascetics who have traveled for thousands of years, and some who sit for thousands of years and get enlightened once in a day.

These stories are all related to the Buddha, and each step is a period of insight, which creates a huge and magnificent Buddhist world for you.

"Entering Buddhism with no regrets in this life," someone yelled at the sky with a surge of emotion, as if seeing through life.

The golden light on his body was brilliant, and he turned into an arhat in an instant, possessing infinite power.

There are also people who are compassionate and become Bodhisattvas, and some people have solemn faces and directly become Buddhas.

As everyone on the Buddha Road was fulfilled according to their wishes, Shang Xiaoman smiled, but remained unmoved and stuck to himself.

Everyone continued to walk upwards. They wanted to go to the end of Dengfo Road to see what the Buddha Lord who gave them all this was.

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At the end of Dengfo Road, the clouds here are cold and cold, but it is different from the solemnity and grandeur that everyone thinks.

There is only one person here, he is looking up to the sky, his body is full of devilish energy, and the devilish energy in the sky is transformed into faces with seven emotions and six desires, floating in the sky ferociously.

Endless devilish energy emanated from this person's body, covering the entire end inside.

"No, it's impossible. The end of Dengfo Road is clearly the Lord Buddha, how could it be a demon?" Someone couldn't stand this huge change and roared angrily.

More and more people do not want to believe the facts in front of them. They prostrate themselves on the ground, wisps of black air emanating from them.

These Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas have all become demons one by one.

"You have ascended the 3000 Buddha steps and realized [-] lives. You think you have seen through everything, but you are just someone else's pawn." Shang Xiaoman smiled contemptuously. Then evil.

There is no such thing as Buddha or demon, good or bad. "

(End of this chapter)