What kind of Journey to the West is this?

Xue Shier said, "This is a Bodhisattva from Niu Hezhou. His surname is Pilan and his name is Luanqiaomen."

"Damn it! Could it be that he's in cahoots with that monk from before? Xue Shi'er!"

"exist!"

"Tie this Bodhisattva to a tree and give him thirty lashes!"

"As ordered!"

Xue Shier happily decided to tie up Vimala Bodhisattva with Cangyue.

The Bodhisattva was frightened by this, half amused and half helpless, and said, "Master! Considering that I am still an old woman, please let me go."

Yanxia sat on the chair, looked at the old Bodhisattva, and laughed.

"Oh, I've met an old acquaintance again! It's the Bodhisattva Vimala! I really mistakenly recognized him for someone I know, calling him Bodhisattva."

"Oh, right! The Bodhisattva stole my golden elixir that day, so that I could suffer a calamity. As the saying goes: It's impolite to go without being returned; it's also impolite to come without returning. Today, I will also bring a calamity to the Bodhisattva!"

"Snow Lion!"

"exist!"

"Tie him to the tree and continue beating him! Thirty more lashes!"

"As ordered!"

Bodhisattva Vimalakirti quickly said, "Master An, please forgive me! I came here to bring something. It's the Great Sun Pill that I promised to give you that day."

The Bodhisattva chanted a spell and a wooden box flew out of his sleeve.

An Yanxia took it and opened it, only to see a red-gold pill lying inside, scorching brightly like a small sun.

This Great Sun Divine Pill was indeed extraordinary. When Yan Xia touched it with her fingers, she could feel the extremely yang and powerful sun essence gushing out from it.

It is said that the son of Bodhisattva Vimala is the Star Lord of the Morning Sun, and it is indeed true.

If you place the Golden Crow Egg on this Great Sun God Pill and roast it, it might actually hatch!

With a look of joy hidden on her face, she continued, "You shameless old Bodhisattva, the magic pill originally belonged to me, how can you treat it as a gift?"

Seeing that An Yanxia had her in her grasp, Vimala Bodhisattva felt helpless.

It was all her own fault - if she hadn't set a trap with the Wansui Fox King that day, how could she have been harassed by An Yanxia?

Every sip, every bite, is predestined. She had no choice but to say, "Master, I don't have a suitable gift. Instead, I have a secret message for you that concerns your safety."

What about me?

Yan Xia took a few steps forward, listened attentively, and said, "Tell me in detail."

Bodhisattva Vimala said, "Recently, a group of monks traveling west to Chang'an passed through Cangzhou. The leader was the great Zen doctor Daoxin."

Yan Xia was startled and asked, "The one on Shuangfeng Mountain?"

The great medical monk from Shuangfeng Mountain is very famous.

"That's right. Also traveling with us is Monk Fashun, who specializes in the Avatamsaka Sutra. I think you've heard of him."

"Avatamsaka Patriarch!"

An Yanxia couldn't help but be surprised. The lineup of contestants in Chang'an Lundao was really luxurious!

Monk Fashun's name is on the same level as Zhongli Quan, Xu Xun, Ge Xuan and Ge Hong. He is a founder of the Huayan School and a person who established a new school. Although this old man travels around without a fixed place to stay and has not admitted it, his name, Venerable Huayan, has already revealed itself.

Seeing An Yanxia so surprised, Bodhisattva Vimala said with relief: "That's right, that's right."

An Yanxia suddenly slammed the table and said angrily, "This old immortal! I thought it was some Avatamsaka Sutra expert who came to attack me, but it turns out he's after me! My twin maces aren't any less effective!"

"No, I must chop him into pieces!"

"Don't worry, Master. He had no intention of harming you. He was merely testing your abilities. He has changed his mind and has sent a learned monk to visit you on a chosen day."

Yan Xia grumbled, "If you can beat them, you force them to convert. If you can't, you just talk them into submission, right?"

Bodhisattva Vimalakirti was suddenly embarrassed.

This is really...

After figuring out the situation, Bodhisattva Vimala did not want to stay in the troubled place any longer and left quickly.

As they were leaving, Cang Yue kindly reminded them, "Bodhisattva, walk slower!"

The Bodhisattva quickly flew away on a cloud.

In the study, An Yanxia said to Xue Shier, "It's really troublesome."

Xue Shier also nodded. "I've heard of that Huayan Master too. He's even more powerful than Monk Daoming. The two of us combined wouldn't be enough to defeat him."

"We need to use some clever means to get him away."

"Let Ao Shuangtong take over. Just like we did with Qinglong Temple."

Xue Shier's first move was a killing move.

Ao Shuangtong, who was traveling far away in Qinglong Temple, sneezed.

She felt uneasy for a moment, and said in fear: "Which hanged man wants to harm me!?"

This uneasiness came and went quickly.

In the study, Yan Xia shook her head and rejected the proposal.

Venerable Huayan is not Monk Jingming. He is a true practitioner with merits and a great practitioner of the Bodhisattva Vehicle.

If Ao Erya uses that little bit of illusion, wouldn’t that be a complete waste?

The venerable Master Fashun of the Huayan School.

There was also a Zen Buddhist named Fazhong who chanted Prajna.

Yanxia gradually made up her mind, and Xueshier asked, "Do you have an idea?"

"There is."

"How sure are you?"

"Eighty percent."

"so tall?"

"Only magic can defeat magic. Chanting—he will never return."

The Mortal World is a Good Place for Cultivation: Chapter 232 [Stealing a Chicken, Losing the Rice]

However, it is said that although Monk Fa Rong obtained the two magic weapons of Bodhisattva Vimala, he did not act recklessly. Instead, he picked up an iron monk's bowl and went to the street to beg for food.

There are twenty-four districts and one market in Cangzhou City. He went from one district to another to beg for alms and from one house to another to beg for food.

Every time he arrived at a door, he would put his hands together and say, "Amitabha, please give me a bowl of rice. I don't need any money as long as it's food."

Whenever people brought him food, he would recite the Great Compassion Mantra three times.

If a child was born in someone's family, or an elderly person died, he would stop and recite the "Medicine Buddha Sutra" or the "Ksitigarbha Sutra", and he would recite them all night long.

Half a month later, rumors spread in Cangzhou City that a great monk had arrived, using the pseudonym "Butong".

Whenever a family encountered something unfortunate, they would ask the "uncompetent" monk to perform a ritual. Monk Fa Rong would not take a penny and would only have a vegetarian meal.

This seemed to be a losing business, but Monk Fa Rong learned a lot about An Yanxia from the people coming and going.

He found out everything, including his last name, first name, where he was from, his hobbies, how many family members he had, and where his relatives and friends were.

Finally, it was a dark and windy night, and Monk Fazhong naturally went to Qing'anju in Luoanfang to beg for alms.

No one knew that he was assigned by the old monk Fashun to come to Qing'anju to convert An Yanxia.

His arrangement was originally seamless and logical, and he knew An Yanxia inside and out, so his business was about to be accomplished.

I knocked on the small door of Qing'anju, and heard someone coming to open the door.

Cangyue was picking wild vegetables in the grass behind the door, such as gray-gray vegetables, horsetail orchid, wild amaranth, shepherd's purse, mint, and celery... To her, they were all gifts from nature, and she stuffed them into her mouth and chewed them.

Fortunately, the child did not have pica, so he did not chew the mud underneath and the stones on the side.

Hearing the knock on the door, Cangyue went to open it.

Seeing the monk, Cang Yue asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Monk Fa Rong put his hands together and said politely, "Amitabha, please give me a bowl of rice. I don't need any money as long as it's food."

Cang Yue asked in distress: "Don't you have hands?"

Monk Fa Rong was stunned and asked in confusion, "May I ask what you mean, benefactor?"

Cang Yue said: "Why don't you go to work? That way you can have money to buy food."

Monk Fa Rong immediately became serious and began to explain.

"The precepts dictate that one should not hold onto money, as this breeds greed. If one works, one must accumulate money, and the more money one accumulates, the stronger one's greed becomes. The same applies to begging for food; one can only ask for food, not money."

"But wouldn't it be fine if you just wanted to work without receiving any money? You could trade your work for food. Or, like me, you could eat wild vegetables and drink dew. That wouldn't violate your commandments."

"So why do you have to beg for alms? Don't you have hands?"

"I've only heard of people sharing food with children, because they can't hunt. I've also heard of people sharing food with their parents, because they're aging. Or sharing food with friends in distress, because they've already struggled to survive due to natural or man-made disasters. Only those in dire straits crave charity. You, a person with all the limbs who don't produce anything, are begging. Not to mention those with assets, but also those poor people who already have very little food, yet they're still trying to support you. Does this align with the compassion that Bodhisattvas talk about?"

"How about going to dig some wild vegetables?"

Monk Fa Rong was stunned and fell into deep thought for a moment.

This young monk, who was only in his twenties, had no idea what kind of terrifying existence he had encountered.

Monk Fa Rong silently put away his bowl, bowed his head, clasped his hands together, and said sincerely, "I appreciate your instruction."

"Well......."

Cang Yue was confused, his mind was blank, and he put a small piece of celery in his mouth and chewed it.

Monk Fa Rong bowed three times, turned around and walked away, disappearing into the night.

Soon, Cangyue put the picked wild vegetables in the corner of her clothes and went to wash them happily.

Just passing by the study, Yan Xia asked, "Who came just now?"

"A monk!"

"Oh?" Yan Xia leaned over, took a small celery stick and broke it into two pieces, stuffing one piece into Cang Yue's mouth and the other into her own. She then rubbed Cang Yue's cheek and whispered, "What does it taste like?"

"Mmmmm...Prajnaparamita Sutra!"

Cang Yue mumbled something while eating.

"Okay, let's go play."

Yan Xia's brows lit up with joy. She casually produced a piece of candy and stuffed it into Cang Yue's mouth, then went up to him and kissed him on the cheek to express her gratitude.

Back in the study, Xue Shier was still drooling over the Golden Crow Egg.

Look at this egg! It has the shape, the luster, and the texture.

You can tell at first glance that it's a good egg.

But the snow lion doesn't eat living things, and he didn't really intend to eat it. He just felt it was a pity.

How great it would be if this were an ordinary egg - the chicken that hatched would definitely be big and strong, and it would be delicious whether braised, stewed, roasted, fried or deep-fried.

Seeing An Yanxia coming back, she asked, "I've been putting the egg on the Great Sun Divine Pill for half a day, why is there no movement?"

Yanxia counted on her fingers and shook her head.

"Maybe it needs a hen to wrap it up and warm it up."

Yanxia glanced at Xueshier's ordinary chest plate and felt that it could not be used as a chicken coop.

Snow Lion looked up, angry and embarrassed.

While everyone was laughing and playing here, Bai Zhu returned from Heilonggang, exhausted.

She had something to say to An Yanxia.

When she arrived in front of the study, she suddenly saw An Yanxia and Xue Shi'er fighting over something, so she called Cang Yue and asked, "Sister, what are the young lady and Xue Shi'er doing in the study?"

Cang Yue clapped his hands.

"The Snow Lion wants to help the young lady lay eggs!"