Datang Lianzhong Sanyuan, shocked to hear that my father killed a dragon in a dream

Chapter 142 Eat Inspiration King, Who Holds His Pieces to Play Chess?

Outside Chenjia Village, the Inspiration Dawang Temple.

Monk Sha set up a cauldron, Zhu Bajie set up a fire, Monkey King cut open the huge goldfish, and Xiao Bailong prepared sauerkraut and braised sauce.

Several apprentices followed Chen Jiangliu all the way, ate all the delicacies, and their cooking skills were greatly improved, and they were no less inferior to Chen Jiangliu.

After a while, the smell of fish was overflowing, and the big pot was a mandarin duck pot, half braised in soy sauce, half sauerkraut, served with a big pot of rice, how could it be an eloquent fragrance.

Five bowls of rice per person.

It only took a quarter of an hour for a pot of fish to enter the stomachs of Chen Jiangliu's master and apprentice.

Above the sea of ​​clouds in the nine heavens, the pharmacist and Maitreya were watching in rotation, and they didn't find anything wrong.

After eating and drinking enough, Chen Jiangliu's master and apprentice went back to Chenjiacun carrying the fish bone frame.

Seeing Chen Jiangliu's master and disciples coming back, the old man of the Chen family asked with some fear, "Elder, what's the matter? Didn't Grandpa Wang come today?"

"No, this is Grandpa Wang." Chen Jiangliu pointed to the fish bone frame.

"Elder, don't be joking, your majesty is so capable, how could he be a dead fish?" The old man of the Chen family obviously didn't believe it.

Chen Jiangliu paused, and said seriously: "This is the king of inspiration, he has been executed, and he will never pay tribute to boys and girls again."

The elders of the Chen family looked at the huge skeleton of the white-bone fish, their faces filled with panic and half-belief, "Is this dead fish really the king of inspiration? Is he a demon?"

"Well, demon!"

When the villagers of Chenjia Village heard the news, they rushed over with torches, and looked at the fish bones on the ground, but they didn't believe it.

Chen Jiangliu's master and apprentices took a lot of time to explain that this fish demon pretended to be a god, just to cheat for offerings and eat virgins.

"Son, you were actually eaten by this fish monster?"

"My grandson."

"A monster that will be hacked to pieces!"

All of a sudden, all the villagers were angry, picked up farm tools and stones and threw them at the fishbone frame to vent their hatred.

In a blink of an eye, two days passed.

The Tongtian River is still rolling like waves, but apart from this, there is nothing unusual.

Two days had passed since the priest's time, and King Inspiration hadn't appeared. Only then did the villagers truly believe that King Inspiration had been beaten to death by the elders.

Once spread to ten, ten to hundreds, the people around the entire Tongtian River knew about it, and they all rushed to Chenjiacun.

At the entrance of Chenjia Village, a fishbone frame was hung high, allowing the people who came to whip and take revenge.

Countless people cried bitterly, it was this fish demon who ate their own children.

Death is not a pity, death is not a pity!
And this time.

Above the clouds, the three Bodhisattvas Avalokitesvara, Manjusri and Samantabhadra came to take turns with Medicine Master and Maitreya.

Pharmacist and Maitreya nodded slowly, turning into golden light and disappearing.

The three quasi-sage Bodhisattvas of Avalokitesvara began to follow Jin Chanzi.

Guanyin looked down and saw the fishbone frame hanging at the entrance of Chenjiacun, she couldn't help being stunned, a little familiar.

The next moment, Guanyin Bodhisattva's face suddenly darkened, revealing a rage, "The golden cicada ate your inspiration?"

The anger in Guanyin's heart could not be suppressed, and he showed his figure, "Golden Chanzi!"

At the entrance of the Chen family village, there were countless people, seeing the Buddha's light on the clouds, they all bowed respectfully and bowed, "Immortals, pay homage to the immortals."

Chen Jiangliu wore neat monk clothes, picked his teeth and led a few disciples out slowly, "Oh, it is Guanyin Bodhisattva. The poor monk pays homage to the merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. I wonder what the Bodhisattva is doing here?"

"Golden Chanzi!" Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva couldn't help gnashing his teeth when he saw Jin Chanzi's indifferent appearance.

"The poor monk is here." Jin Chanzi said with a smile.

"How did you kill the inspiration!" Avalokitesvara asked loudly.

"Isn't he just a monster? Is there anything wrong with harming the people, eating people and children, and killing it by poor monks?" Chen Jiangliu asked deliberately.

Guanyin Bodhisattva was immediately choked by Chen Jiangliu's rhetorical question, "You only saw him eating people, why didn't you see him giving sweet rain, falling Qingyun, blessing thousands of miles?"

"joke!"

"Without it raining, wouldn't there be rain from the Heavenly Court's Rain Department? Wouldn't there be no aquarium from all over the world to spread the clouds and rain, blessing the Three Realms?"

"However, you dare to say that you are blessed by showing off your supernatural powers to deceive the ignorant people?"

"The poor monk has a question, has Guanyin Bodhisattva's Dharma practiced into the dog's stomach?"

"How about this way, the poor monk took his disciples to smash your Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, tore up the purple bamboo forest, and repaired it for you, so that nothing happened, okay?"

Chen Jiangliu asked questions one after another, and the face of Guanyin Bodhisattva on the cloud was extremely black. This golden cicada is so eloquent, he is really not an opponent!
"The inspiration is that my goldfish in the lotus pond got the Tao. I went out of the mountain for a while, and I want to let him test you here. How can you kill it directly?"

"Why don't you give him a chance? According to Buddhism, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..."

Chen Jiangliu listened to Guanyin's words, his face immediately showed panic, and he lost his voice: "What? The inspiration monster is the pet of Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

"Bodhisattva, why didn't you say it earlier? If you said it was the pet of the Bodhisattva earlier, the poor monk would definitely not dare to kill him."

"Hey, this king of inspiration has a very strong backbone, and he never said that he was a Bodhisattva's pet before he was beaten to death."

"It's also strange that the poor monk didn't notice for a while. The apprentices lived and slept with the master too hard, so they just wanted to cook a good meal, alas." Chen Jiangliu sighed deeply, apologizing.

On the side, Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and Little White Dragon whistled without changing their expressions, but they shouted in their hearts, "You are worthy of being a master. When you tell a lie, it is perfect."

Before the king of inspiration died, he pleaded bitterly that he was under the Bodhisattva, but Chen Jiangliu beat him to death without changing his face!
Chen Jiangliu's voice was very loud just now, and the surrounding villagers all changed their faces and showed anger when they heard it clearly, "What? The king of inspiration is actually the pet of Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

"Could it be that the king of inspiration was sent by Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

The surrounding human races who were kneeling on the ground all stood up, and a representative of an old man walked forward slowly, and asked loudly to the clouds: "The merciful and compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, the King of Inspiration is the Bodhisattva's pet, and has harmed Tongtianhe for several years. , why doesn't the Bodhisattva come to discipline him?"

Avalokitesvara listened to the questioning of the people below, her face was flat and she didn't speak.

The old man's voice was louder, and he continued to ask: "Could it be that the king of inspiration was ordered by the Bodhisattva?"

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva remained silent, looking at Chen Jiangliu who was smiling below, his heart was burning with anger, "Jin Chanzi, please take care of yourself!"

"Okay, take care of yourself."

After Guanyin finished speaking, she turned and left.

Guanyin Bodhisattva's actions undoubtedly confirmed that the King of Inspiration is a Buddhist, and countless people of the human race were angry. When they returned home, they smashed all the Buddha statues and knocked down all the nearby Buddhist temples.

Some monks tried to defend themselves, but they were severely beaten by the villagers.

The villagers don't believe in Buddhism at all, they are extremely disgusted and disgusted, but they respect Chen Jiangliu and the others, "Elder, you are a good monk, they are all bad people and demons, we don't believe in Buddhism anymore, we must To believe is to believe in you!"

Chen Jiangliu stared at the simple villagers in front of him, and shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Chen Jiangliu was very puzzled in his heart, really puzzled, why did Buddhism become like this?

Chen Jiangliu has been in Buddhism for as long as he can remember, the friendship between the seniors and the abbot, the abbot cares for him, it is very beautiful...

Chen Jiangliu has a special emotion and a sense of belonging to Buddhism.

Now, this sense of belonging is being exhausted bit by bit.

People, they are very simple and grateful, and they treat whoever treats them well.

Buddhism wants to take root in the human race, spread beliefs, and earnestly benefit the human race, but why did the anti-Buddhism movement in the Wuji Kingdom occur?
Hundreds of millions of compatriots in Shituoling died tragically.

In the Tongtian River, hundreds of children were sacrificed and eaten by Buddhists?
"Amitabha, what is the cause, what is the fruit!" Chen Jiangliu bowed slowly to the crowd.

On the side, Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and Little White Dragon could clearly feel the changes in Master's aura, "It seems that they have realized...the strong Buddha nature...the Buddha's nature in the sky is not as strong as the teacher's Buddha nature. "

Chen Jiangliu stayed in Chenjia Village for another two days, praying for the dead children.

The people in the village respected Chen Jiangliu and his group very much. Knowing that the eminent monk is not taboo about meat and vegetables, they slaughtered and cooked the few hens, domestic pigs, and yellow cattle in the village...

Chen Jiangliu's appetite was very small this time, and he put down the bowl and chopsticks after only a few mouthfuls.

Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and Little Bailong looked at the table full of wine and food, and wanted to feast on it, but they all stopped when they saw the master stop chopsticks.

Chen Jiangliu smiled, "The poor monk and apprentices are full, let's eat these meals."

"Eminent monk, eat more."

"I'm really full."

In the end, the old man couldn't hold back Chen Jiangliu, so he distributed the table full of food and wine to the villagers.

Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, and Little White Dragon realized something, and slowly said: "Master...they are really simple."

"Well, pack your bags and leave later." Chen Jiangliu didn't want to stay any longer, and the enthusiasm of the villagers couldn't bear it, and he couldn't hurt their people's strength any more.

"Yes!"

Chen Jiangliu's master and apprentice bid farewell, and all the nearby villagers sent them off, thanks to the elder who eradicated the monster and saved his own child...

Tongtian River, big waves rolling, broad and boundless.

As soon as Chen Jiangliu's master and apprentice arrived at the river, they saw a huge old turtle appearing in the river, "Elder, elder, thank you for eradicating that king of inspiration, let me send you across the river."

"Thank you!" Chen Jiangliu didn't think too much, and led his disciples onto the old turtle's back.

The old turtle floated on the water, carrying Chen Jiangliu and the others to swim towards the other side of the Tongtian River.

"Elder, can Old Turtle trouble you?"

"Say it, you're welcome, you've worked hard for carrying us all the way."

"Old turtle has been cultivating in this Tongtian River for thousands of years, but he has not been able to transform. When you arrive at Lingshan, can you help Laobie ask Tathagata Buddha how long it will take to transform?" Laobie pleaded.

"Yes, no problem." Chen Jiangliu agreed without hesitation.

After a while, the old turtle sent Chen Jiangliu's master and apprentice to the opposite side of the Tongtian River. After thanking him, he slowly dived back to the bottom of the river.

Chen Jiangliu, with five masters and apprentices, continued westward.

At this time, at the bottom of the Tongtian River.

The old turtle swam to the water mansion, and respectfully said: "Guardian, I sent that monk across the river."

As soon as the old turtle finished speaking, he saw a cloud of black energy emerging from the water mansion. A monk, wearing a black robe, nodded in satisfaction, "Well done, I will report this matter, and we will unify the Three Realms in the future." , you will be the Marshal of the Water Palace of the Three Realms!"

"Yes! Thank you for the black robe protector, thank you for the black robe protector."

The purpose of Tongtianhe's cause and effect is to snatch Buddhist scriptures...with the help of Buddhism's power, to escape from the abyss of darkness...

After the black-robed guardian finished speaking, he turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

The prehistoric three worlds became more and more confusing.

The sage uses the heaven and the earth as a chessboard, and all spirits as his children, and plays chess with his hands.

On the Journey to the West chess game, it seems to be covered with a layer of thick fog, covering all the pieces, and one side is a saint holding the pieces.

One side is the demon gate that has been eliminated from the game, looking for opportunities, laying down chess, waiting for the opportunity to return to the game!

In addition to the saint and the magic gate, there is another big hand that pushes the chess game.

The hand is very slender and weak, but every time he pushes the chess piece is just right, one move seals the throat, and there is no chance of resistance!

As a fan of chess players, only outsiders can see everything clearly...

Obviously, Wei Shuyu is not only a chess player, but also a chess player for the appearance of the game!

Anping Prefecture, inner city.

Protector's Mansion.

Yuan Tiangang wore an old Taoist robe, with a serious expression, walked in quickly, found important information, and wanted to report it to Wei Shuyu.

"My lord, the old turtle you mentioned really showed up!" Yuan Tiangang said solemnly.

"Showed up? Who is the old turtle in contact with?"

When Wei Shuyu was reading Journey to the West in his previous life, he was extremely curious about this old turtle.

Tang Seng came back from learning scriptures, because he didn't help him ask the Tathagata about the transformation of the Buddha, he dared to throw Tang Seng into the river and damage the Buddhist Tripitaka. How bold is this?
Someone must instigate the old turtle!

The purpose of the people behind it is not the Tang monks, but the scriptures!
Looking at the Three Realms, who would be interested in scriptures?

Wei Shuyu had a vague guess, but he couldn't be sure!
Yuan Tiangang took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it to Wei Shuyu, "My lord, bad people lurked at the bottom of the Tongtian River in advance and scattered thousands of jade slips. This is the one with the most comprehensive records!"

Wei Shuyu took the jade slip and slowly poured mana into it, and a picture appeared.

Then I saw the old turtle swimming, and a black-robed monk appeared in the water mansion.

Wei Shuyu narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the black-robed monk, and sure enough, when he heard his name the next moment, Wei Shuyu's guess was confirmed.

"Black Robe Guardian!"

The old turtle respectfully called the black-clothed monk a black-robed Dharma protector!

"Hehe!" Wei Shuyu put away the jade slips, no need to read any more, and suddenly became clear in his heart.

"The black-robed Dharma protector, Wutian Buddha... Is the magic way coming back..."

"After the Journey to the West, there really is a comeback of the Demon Dao!" Wei Shuyu was not sure before, but in the Westward Journey... there is no trace of the Demon Dao...

Wei Shuyu's understanding of the way of magic is limited to Luohu, Wutian, and the black-robed guardians... The catastrophe of the three realms!
"It seems that it is really difficult for the Buddhist sect to prosper." The corners of Wei Shuyu's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious chuckle.

The Taoist ancestor promised that the Buddhism would prosper, and it prospered, but he never said how long it would prosper.

"Xuanmen is weak, and the prosperity of Buddhism will not last!"

On the side, Yuan Tiangang was startled when he heard the word Demonic Dao, "The cultivators of Demonic Dao are almost extinct, and there are only rumors in the Three Realms, which are extremely rare..."

"Young master, what should we do?"

"It doesn't matter, what happened in the past is what it is now, whether it is Buddhism or magic, the battle of the saints will not affect our race!"

"In this amount of calamity, a holy place for the human race must be established to revive the human race!"

"Yes!"

ps: One question: What is the difference between an old turtle and a tortoise?
(End of this chapter)