What kind of Journey to the West is this?

Outside the main hall, Monk Jingqing stepped onto the stairs, his red-gold cassock rolled up, and he rushed into the hall.

When he looked up, he saw another monk Jingqing, followed by two young monks, who were rummaging through boxes and cabinets, searching everywhere.

There were no monks in the main hall at this time. The arrival of the three fake monks was like brave warriors crossing the border, leaving no blade of grass behind.

An Yanxia touched a candlestick, which was heavy. She bit it with her teeth. What a bald donkey! Pure gold!

Without saying a word, he pulled it away and threw it into the Sumeru mustard seed.

But after searching everywhere, they still couldn't find Abbot Jingming.

Monk Jingqing arrived a little later and saw them making trouble. He cursed them, "What evil creatures! You're robbing my house in broad daylight!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xia turned around and saw Monk Jing Qing coming, but she was not afraid and scolded him, "You are such a shameless devil! How rude! Look at the treasures in this hall, which one is yours? You dare to use a trick to pretend to be me!"

The two men shouted and cursed, both sounding like Vajra King. Their voices echoed in the main hall and immediately alarmed the monks nearby.

Monk Jingqing shouted angrily, "Today I will conquer the devil first! I will destroy you, the Painted Skin Ghost! Take my punch!"

Yan Xia raised her hand, blocked the old fist, and punched back.

Back and forth, you fight and I fight, it's so bloody!

Manjushri displays his mighty power, while Vajra refuses to yield to gentleness. The two factions clash, and neither will yield! One swings his fist like a hammer or cannon, while the other thrusts his palm like an elephant or an ox. All the arhats in the hall close their eyes, and all the monks lower their heads.

At this moment, the two men were playing a game of gambling, and the monks from the other side of the temple arrived, filled with fear and worry. This was a true opponent in chess, and he would not stop until he defeated him.

Yanxia fought with the monk Jingqing for half an hour. Both of them used the Vajra Dharma Image. The two Yakshas attacked at the same time and were evenly matched.

Over there, the governing monk came hurriedly, with a group of warrior monks peeking out from behind him.

Seeing the two Jingqing Elders, he was first shocked, then troubled, and hesitantly asked, "Two Elders! Who of you is real and who is fake?"

An Yanxia immediately said, "Of course I am real!"

Monk Jingqing also said: "You are misleading people with your lies! Of course I am telling the truth!"

The monk in charge was confused. He looked left and right but could not find any clues.

The two monks who were guarding the Dharma Hall door came and said, "The elder has always stayed in the Dharma Hall. He who stays in the Dharma Hall is the elder."

At this moment, An Yanxia and Monk Jingqing had been wrestling for half an hour, and it was impossible to tell who came out of the Dharma Hall.

The monk who was performing the Flame Mouth ritual in the Dharma Hall also came and said, "The one who can recite the six-syllable mantra is the elder."

Monk Yanxia and Monk Jingqing chanted the six-syllable mantra at the same time.

Now everyone was completely confused.

The monk in charge turned his attention to the two young monks Yuan Zhen and Yuan Wu who were watching the show at the back. His face looked unhappy. He remembered that these two young monks had followed the fake elder.

He immediately asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you following that devil pretending to be an elder?"

Ao Erya had already prepared her words, and they both said, "We met the elder in the Heavenly King Hall, and he asked us to take him to the Ksitigarbha Hall."

According to the normal arrangement, Yuan Zhen and Yuan Wu will take turns on duty in the Heavenly King Hall today.

Monk Jingqing immediately shouted angrily, "You two demons! Yuanzhen and Yuanwu died long ago in Wuhe Mountain. How could they still be on duty in the temple?!"

The monk in charge was shocked.

Yan Xia raised her eyes and said, "You devil, you can say such cruel words! I personally took Yuan Zhen and Yuan Wu to Wuhe Mountain, and I personally escorted them back. How can you say they are dead?!"

The monk in charge didn't know what had happened in Wuhe Mountain. He was confused and had no idea what was going on.

But his suspicions about Yuan Zhen and Yuan Wu remained undiminished, and he asked, "Then can you tell who the fake elder is?"

Over there, Xue Shi'er and Ao Erya looked at each other.

Ao Erya pointed at An Yanxia, "He's a fake elder!"

Xue Shi'er pointed at Monk Jingqing and said, "This is the fake elder!"

Well, even more confused!

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The monks couldn't tell the real ones from the fake ones, so they had to gather all four of them in the main hall and provide them with delicious food and drinks.

The monk in charge walked slowly towards the quiet room on the side of the hall.

In the main hall, Monk Jingqing said coldly, "You devil, wait for the abbot to make the decision. I will capture and kill you!"

Yan Xia snorted and said angrily, "You're about to die, yet you're still pretending to be me? When the abbot arrives, there's no way you'll survive!"

Both of them were furious.

After three quarters of an hour, the monk in charge came back with his head bowed and said, "You two, and Yuanzhen and Yuanwu, please go to the quiet room!"

The four followed the presiding monk through a corridor to a quiet room in the side hall.

The quiet room was empty and deserted, with only Abbot Jingming sitting cross-legged on the ground, and a scholar in white clothes standing beside him with a half-smile on his face.

There was a faint golden light behind Jingming.

If you open your Dharma Eye at this moment, you will be able to see an Arhat sitting on the ground, and the two will overlap.

This is the golden body of the Pure Land Sect.

The golden statue in Qinglong Temple takes the hearts of thousands of believers as its own, and kills the hearts of believers, leaving only the heart of Buddha. Therefore, it has the supernatural powers of Arhat and is a golden body of the middle level. Its strength is roughly equal to that of the Qi-refining and Spirit-transforming stage in the practice of Dandao.

There was no way Yan Xia could defeat him.

Ao Erya's eyes flashed when she saw the golden body.

Monk Jingming lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Among you, there are real and fake ones, and there is one who is hard to tell. But which Jingqing is the real one? Even I, an old monk with a hundred years of experience, can tell it clearly even for my junior fellow apprentice."

The scholar beside him chuckled. It was Huang Shanhe.

Monk Jingming raised his eyes and asked, "Why is Master Huang laughing?"

Huang Shanhe laughed and said, "I laugh at some devils who are used to playing tricks."

Monk Jingming calmly asked, "How did Master Huang know who was playing tricks?"

Huang Shanhe said, "The spiritual essence of Zen Master Jingqing was planted by me personally into the statue of the Mingwang. If I could plant it, I could also naturally reap it and use it in a vacuum. Just now, I just bend my fingers and shake the spiritual essence, and I know which one is the real one."

The monk in charge felt something was wrong after listening to the description and looked at Huang Shanhe with some fear.

Abbot Jingming said: "What a wolfish ambition..."

"Your Excellency, Abbot, are so kind." Huang Shanhe looked at An Yanxia and Monk Jingqing, who looked calm and composed, and said with a smile, "However, since your Excellency has a keen eye for talent, I don't need to show off my skills."

Abbot Jingming nodded, looked at the four people, and said, "Then let me make the decision!"

Ao Erya held her breath and waited for the right moment to steal the Buddha's robe.

Huang Shanhe was not included in the original plan, but this accident did not affect the overall situation.

As long as An Yanxia and Xue Shier can restrain Huang Shanhe and Monk Jingqing, she can use her magic to confuse Monk Jingming's mind and turn this place into a bone field.

Huang Shanhe smiled faintly and looked at Yanxia with a hint of sarcasm.

An Yanxia and Monk Jingqing looked as usual.

The snow lion blinked, ready to change into its original form at any time to escape with An Yanxia.

Everyone had different thoughts, waiting for the old monk to make a decision.

"That's him, take him down."

Huang Shanhe's breathing stopped and his smile disappeared.

Abbot Jingming raised his hand and pointed at Monk Jingqing.

Donghuang Suddenly Receives Jade Talisman: Chapter 173 [White Bone Bodhisattva]

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Abbot Jingming.

An Yanxia didn't know what the monk was planning at this moment, so she clasped her hands together and said "Amitabha".

Just watch it, reality does not skip the plot.

The golden figure of the Three-Eyed Arhat appeared behind the abbot and said calmly, "Why, no one believes what I, the old man, say anymore? Heavenly Official! If you don't take action, I'll do it for you."

The arhat raised his hand, and in the blink of an eye, his five fingers were clasped on Monk Jingqing's head.

Monk Jingqing was unable to move, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

Abbot Jingming sighed and said, "It's never too late to turn back!"

"Abbot, I'm afraid that when I look back, all that will be left is suffering in the world." Huang Shanhe raised his eyebrows and opened his folding fan with a "snap" sound.

This iron fan is painted with a picture of three cows under the moon. One cow is lifelike, one cow only has an outline left, and one cow is looking up at the moon.

The moon was round and bright, and three turbid and dark auras flew out of it, transforming into evil ghosts with bull heads and standing behind Huangshan He.

Ao Erya used the magic of heaven to convey a message to Yan Xia: "You have quite a lot of relatives!"

Yanxia rolled her eyes.

She could see that every one of those present knew exactly who Monk Jingqing was!

But for some reason, Qinglong Temple and the remnants of Xiao Liang broke up...

"Abbot! I forgive your old eyesight for not recognizing the real master. Well, I will make the decision on this matter."

Huang Shanhe uttered a few soft words and hooked his hand. Monk Jingqing's eyes dimmed and he exhaled a breath of gray and foul air.

This turbid air is the true spirit of Monk Jingqing, which now flies into the folding fan.

Abbot Jingming stretched out his hand again, and the three bull-headed monsters lowered their five fingers and twisted them, making a crisp crackling sound!

These relatives of An Yanxia had their heads chopped off by Monk Jingming before they could even move.

Another Buddha's hand is about to fall on the head of the Huangshan crane.

But Huang Shanhe dodged with a quick step and said in surprise, "Old monk, are you really going to turn against us in the middle of a battle?"

As the voice fell, a golden Buddha's hand appeared above the heads of An Yanxia and the other two.

Huang Shanhe was so angry that he laughed: "Yes! This monk wants to catch them all here."

Jing Ming sighed, stretched out his hand with five fingers pointing downwards, and the Arhat's five fingers were about to twist off the heads of An Yanxia and the other two, "Buddha have mercy on me."

boom!

With a flash of golden light, two bronze maces pierced through the Arhat's five fingers and shattered them in mid-air.

When Huang Shanhe saw the two bronze maces, his face changed and he ran away with a gust of cold wind.

With a whoosh, a black wind blew up from the ground.

The two bronze maces circled in the air and were about to kill Huang Shanhe, but they were not as fast as him.

The black wind blew out of the quiet room, escaped from the main hall, circled the temple several times before landing on the west side of the Dharma Hall.

Huang Shanhe stumbled to the ground and said bitterly, "I'm afraid that bald donkey Jingming wanted to capture me and Tianguan together. Fortunately, I escaped first..."

"This bald donkey will definitely start a fight soon. Taking advantage of the instability of the Dharma Realm, I might be able to escape."

The sorcerer waved his hand and evil spirits from all directions responded.

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In a quiet room.

Yan Xia changed into his original form, also wondering, "Are you crazy, old monk? You hit this and that. Now the culprit who killed Zen Master Jing Qing has escaped."

Monk Jingming raised his eyes. "An Bazui has finally revealed his true form. And why is that transformative Snow Lion still hiding? The Buddha, out of compassion, wishes to liberate you all, leading you to the Western Paradise, where you can transcend the suffering of the flesh. This wonderful way is exactly what An Tianguan said, 'saving suffering and removing sin.'"

Yan Xia said, "What about the Western Paradise? What about paradise? I think it's all nonsense. Old monk, why don't you listen to my advice: if you surrender here, sell the temple's assets, dismiss the monks, and become a wealthy man, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"It's a good idea to turn back!"

Jing Ming said, "How could I ever look back? I revitalized Qinglong Temple with my own strength. Qinglong Temple prospered because of me, and it will also decline because of me. All living beings have eight sufferings and eight desires. If I, the Buddha, don't come to save them, there are heretics who can do it. If the Bodhisattva doesn't come to collect wealth, there are celestial masters who can collect it."

After saying that, the monk raised his hand and punched him.

Yan Xia raised her two maces and blocked a Qin Wang whip stone, jokingly saying, "That's really not something a monk would say. When you reincarnate and meet the King of Hell one day, I'll cast you into the animal realm. Don't regret it."

Jingming threw another punch, and with the blessing of the golden body method, this punch was harder than gold and stone.

He said calmly, "I only regret not leaving the sorcerer and the Heavenly Official behind to be buried with me."

boom!