People are traveling to the west, starting to steal ginseng fruit

A bunch of idiots.

Zhuyin Dragon wanted to exercise his right to be a mount, but Ji Luo didn't want to be so high-profile so he persuaded him to go back.

When Ji Luo saw a hill, he knew he had come to the right place.

A middle-aged strong man with his upper body bare, revealing his well-built muscles, was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

He sat on the top of the mountain, the sunlight shining on him, as if it was being absorbed into his skin.

His hair and beard were long, but not messy.

Seeing Ji Luo coming over, True Lord Yousheng bowed and said, "My dear friend, I am sorry for my poor hospitality. I hope you can forgive me."

Ji Luo knew that the two generals, Turtle and Snake, had passed on his information to the other party. He smiled and bowed, saying, "You are very polite, Master. I was traveling here and heard that you were here, so I came to visit you."

Ji Luo wanted to record the mountains and rivers of Uttarakuru. If one wandered around aimlessly alone, it would be easy to lose one's way and violate taboos that one was not aware of.

With the guidance of the Holy Lord, there wouldn't be so many concerns.

"My friend, please."

True Lord Yousheng invited Ji Luo into the thatched hut.

He took out two cups and filled them with spring water.

Ji Luo sat down and took a sip. The spring water was sweet and tasted fresh.

"Good tea."

Seeing Ji Luo giving him such face, True Lord Yousheng also laughed heartily.

"If you have time, I would like to ask you for a favor."

"Sir, please speak."

"I'm going to exorcise demons and monsters. If you're interested, why don't we go north together?"

True Lord Yousheng invited.

True Lord Yousheng was here specifically to practice and wait. He didn't know who he was waiting for before, but it was the Emperor of Zhongtian Ziwei Beiji who asked him to wait here. Now that he saw the token of the Emperor of Gou Chen on Ji Luo's waist, he knew that the person he was waiting for had come.

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At the foot of Lingshan Mountain.

Inside the simple residence of Maitreya Buddha.

Dang Dang Dang.

There was a regular knock on the door.

"Enter."

Maitreya Buddha's voice is gentle and kind.

"master."

Huang Mei came in and knelt there.

"Why kneel?"

"The disciple is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I was stubborn and unrepentant. After a long period of reflection, I finally came to my senses. Today, I come to admit my mistakes to my master."

Huang Mei said seriously.

The unconvinced expression on his face had also disappeared.

After Maitreya Buddha stopped beating the wooden fish, he turned around and slowly walked to Huang Mei and handed the wooden fish in his hand to him.

"Then I'll give you this wooden fish. Chant the Buddha's name more often in the future. Only when you have the Buddha in your heart can you respect him."

After Maitreya Buddha finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

But he was stopped by Huang Mei.

"Master! I have gained some insights these past few days, but there is one thing I cannot understand. I would like to ask you for your advice."

Maitreya Buddha stopped and asked again, "Just tell me."

"It's like this. A few days ago, I came across a family in the Buddhist Kingdom. Two brothers ran a winery. Originally, the eldest brother was the boss, and the business had always been mediocre. Later, the eldest brother felt a little overwhelmed, so he asked his younger brother to take over as boss as well. As a result, the business of the winery has been getting better and better. After seeing this, I have a question in my mind: is it better for this winery's business to have one boss or two bosses?"

After Huang Mei asked this question, he knelt there obediently.

Maitreya Buddha smiled and said nothing.

After a while, he said, "Go and copy the scriptures again."

"Yes, disciple understands."

Huang Mei agreed directly this time without any reason.

When Huang Mei was about to leave, Maitreya Buddha asked again, "Huang Mei, I heard that you discussed Zen with Jin Chanzi a few days ago?"

"Yes."

"Who wins and who loses?"

"My disciple is slightly better than me. Junior Brother Jin Chanzi's comprehension is not as good as mine."

"Go ahead."

Seeing Huang Mei leave confidently, Maitreya Buddha walked out holding the Buddhist beads.

Before leaving, he said to the sweeping boy, "I won't be home these few days. I have to go to Lingshan. Please tell my brothers about it."

"Yes! Master."

Huang Mei saw this scene in the study and a very confident smile appeared on his face.

"This time, I win again, Jin Chanzi."

Huang Mei said in a low voice.

Dang Dang Dang.

This time it was the little monk outside who knocked on the door.

"Senior brother."

The little monk pushed the door open and came in.

"what's up?"

Huang Mei replied in a cold voice, his kind look just now had disappeared.

He was too lazy to even look at a boy sweeping the floor.

The little monk was very polite and put the scriptures aside.

“What are you doing with the Buddhist scriptures?”

Huang Mei questioned.

"Brother... I... I wanted to put the scriptures here so it would be more convenient for you to copy them."

"Are you saying I don't understand Buddhist scriptures?"

The anger in Huang Mei's eyes could no longer be contained.

The little monk quickly shook his head: "No... No! I..."

"roll."

Huang Mei said coldly.

The little monk quickly left with the scriptures.

After the little monk left, Huang Mei sat down and wrote Buddhist scriptures silently on a piece of white paper.

"Oh, you are a bunch of fools. Is there any Buddhist scripture in the world that I don't understand?"

Maitreya Buddha said that he was going up to Mount Lingshan, but in fact he left the foot of Mount Lingshan with a smile on his face.

He was holding an old palm-leaf fan with his belly exposed, fanning himself as he walked.

Soon Maitreya Buddha arrived at the foot of a mountain.

Suddenly feeling thirsty, he found a villager and asked, "Old man, I am thirsty. May I ask if there is a melon field nearby?"

The old man was very confused: "Master, my house is right next to you, please go to my house and ask for a bowl of well water to drink."

"Old man, you don't know that I cannot drink water while practicing. I can only eat melons."

The reason given by Maitreya Buddha is outrageous.

But the old man did not doubt it, he suddenly realized.

Then he said, "There's a melon field just around the corner. The melon farmer, Ah Huang, is a good man. As long as you don't spoil the melons, you can pick as many as you want and eat them."

"Thank you, old man."

Maitreya Buddha left politely.

Came to the melon field.

The melon field is growing well, with emerald green watermelons everywhere. It seems the owner of the field is very attentive, as there is not a single weed to be seen in the entire field.

Maitreya Buddha picked and chose until he found a very large and round watermelon. He knocked it with his hand, making a "dong dong dong" sound. His face showed a very satisfied expression, and he raised his hand to knock the watermelon.

"You're going to chop my melon, aren't you?"

The Yellow Wind Rat saw from a distance that someone was holding the biggest watermelon and trying to crack it open, so he hurried over to stop it.

He doesn't object to others eating melons, but he can't stand seeing them wasting them.

Maitreya Buddha turned gently, avoiding the Yellow Wind Rat's movements and said with a smile: "Why are you so irritable, benefactor? I'm just thirsty and want to eat some melon."

When the yellow wind rat failed to grab the melon in one go, it knew that the fat monk in front of it was not an ordinary person, so it ignored him, put the things there, picked up the hoe and continued to work.

When Maitreya Buddha saw this scene, a smile spread across his face.

He broke the watermelon in half and started eating it with a grunt.

It’s strange to say, Maitreya Buddha doesn’t eat the melon in an elegant manner at all, but no excess juice falls to the ground.

The Yellow Wind Rat just took a look and found that the monk did not waste anything, so he ignored him.

By the time Maitreya Buddha finished eating the melon, the Yellow Wind Rat had already hoeed the ground, then took out the seeds and began to sow them slowly.

The yellow wind rat is also a good hand at planting the soil. He moves slowly and steadily to ensure that every seed is in the pit.

After eating the melon, Maitreya Buddha patted his round belly.

"Thank you for the hospitality."

The Yellow Wind Rat paid no attention to him and simply said, "Master, please leave after you finish your meal. I, a demon, cannot understand Buddhist principles, so please don't waste your time."

The Yellow Wind Rat thought that the other party was here to save him.

Maitreya Buddha said with a smile: "What about monsters? What about humans? What about monks? The donor has Buddha in his heart and does not need others to save him."

It was the first time that the Yellow Wind Rat heard this, and he turned around in surprise.

Then I saw a big forbidden word stuck on his forehead.

A feeling of clarity entered his sea of ​​consciousness. The Yellow Wind Rat shook his head for a while before the feeling disappeared.

"Don't be afraid, benefactor. This is my reward for eating the melon. I have a connection with you, so I will give you this forbidden spell."

"Forbidden Word Spell? What's the use?"

The Yellow Wind Rat asked subconsciously.

"It's not very useful. It can only block other people's magic weapons. It's far less powerful than the donor's own magical powers."

After saying this, Maitreya Buddha left with a smile.

"strangeness."

The Yellow Wind Rat felt the existence of the forbidden words in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the effect was just as the monk said.

What's the point of giving yourself a useless spell?

After seeing that the other party had no ill intentions, the yellow wind rat continued to farm.