Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 478
Time passed quickly, and more than half a year had passed since King Yu Tamarin fought with the male corpse.During this period of time, Luoyang was very peaceful and there were no fights, which also meant that there was nothing worth fighting for monks.

During this period of time, Chen Xian lived very comfortably. He talked with his six elder brothers about martial arts every day, or went to Luoshui to play with Ming Xie.

Of course, he didn't forget his main job, and he worked hard to practice every day.However, he is now a half-step Daluo cultivation base, between Taiyi and Daluo Jinxian, and pays more attention to the comprehension of Tao and the improvement of his realm. Instead of blindly cultivating, he can relax his mind properly and feel the Tao more easily.

Half a year has passed, and the mortal world has reached the 11th year of Yongping. The emperor Liu Zhuang, who had waited for a long time to see the Buddhist scriptures in Chinese characters, resisted all opinions, and ordered that Mo Teng and Zhu Falan be photographed on a hillside north of the Sanli Royal Road outside the Xiyong Gate in Luoyang. An eminent monk built a Buddhist temple.To commemorate the white horse that traveled thousands of miles and brought Buddhist scriptures to Luoyang City step by step, Emperor Liu Zhuang named the newly built Buddhist temple after the white horse.Considering that this monastery was built for two eminent monks, Shemo Teng and Zhu Falan, and that the two monks lived in Hongnalu Temple after they came to Luoyang. In order to give the two monks a familiar feeling, the newly built monastery was named Baima Temple .

Before the construction of the White Horse Temple began, Shemo Teng and Zhu Falan promised to hold a ceremony of chanting scriptures to eliminate disasters (similar to a Taoist blessing ceremony), and the emperor naturally agreed to perform.

Chanting scriptures to ward off disasters and so on is just fooling mortals.If chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha can eliminate disasters and solve difficulties, there will not be so many ancient temples destroyed by natural and man-made disasters.It's just a cover to chant scriptures to eliminate disasters. The real intention is probably to stabilize the dragon's veins and achieve the glory of the White Horse Temple.

Chen Xian and his six elder brothers had nothing to do today. After breakfast, they went out together, went up to Xiyong Gate, and watched the practice of Buddhism.

The seven Chen Xian brothers were not the only ones watching the excitement. On the mountain peak in the distance, there were more than a dozen Taoist priests standing.Well, Shemo Teng and Zhu Fran are two strong men who are half-step Da Luo. At this time when Luoyang's dragon energy is bursting, it may be the time when the ancestor dragon's remnant appears in the world. It is really necessary to pay attention to the appearance of such two strong men.

When the auspicious time came, the two monks, Shemo Teng and Zhu Falan, put on gorgeous cassocks, and solemnly surrounded by Buddhist disciples and officials, came down to the place they had met earlier in the morning.

Although the ceremony of reciting scriptures and eliminating disasters is a pretense, it still has to go through a stage, and there are no shortage of necessary arrangements, such as prayer flags, guns, wooden fish, conch, bells, drums, cymbals and other ritual utensils.Of course, the most important Buddha statue was enshrined on the altar early in the morning. All kinds of fresh melons and fruits that could be found were offered on the stage, and ambergris and fragrant oil lamps were lit.

She Moteng and Zhu Falan led a group of Buddhist disciples to worship the Buddha three times, one of them rang the bell and the other beat the drum, announcing the start of the puja.

After ringing the bell and drums, the two monks held rosary beads, knocked wooden fish and golden cymbals, and led all the Buddhist disciples to recite Buddhist scriptures.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the two monks, Shemo Teng and Zhu Falan, were seriously reciting sutras and praising the Buddha, but they didn't know that the two monks had already left their souls, hidden in the Buddha's light, and cast spells on the venue.

The macaque king had a fierce look in his eyes, and suggested: "Why don't we rush up now, snatch the bodies of those two bald donkeys, and frustrate them."

"Well, these two bald heads are half-step giants. It should be good if the flesh is made into a zombie!" King Yurong had a greedy look in his eyes, eager to try.

"Don't make mistakes!" The Bull Demon King waved his hands and shouted: "These two monks are the best in the half-step Buddhism. Obviously they have received the true teaching of Buddhism and followed the path of the golden body of the primordial spirit. It's not very important. Robbing their bodies is nothing more than creating evil with them for no reason, but it doesn't have much influence on them, it's really unwise."

"Honestly, let's just watch the show, those bull noses don't care, why should we worry about them?" Jiao Demon King slapped the Macaque King and said.

The macaque king grinned for a while, but didn't say much, staring at the two bodies, his eyes kept rolling.

"Don't move, let me tease the head office!" The macaque king snickered, plucked out a monkey hair secretly, tore it in two, threw it into the air, fluttered, and fell into the grass, turning into two crow.

After vigilantly looking around in the grass, two crows ran into the forest, croaked, flapped their wings, and flew towards the site of Baima Temple.

"Quack..." With a hoarse cry, two crows swooped down and sped away after leaking two bubbles of shit on the second monk's bald head.

The two eminent monks, Shemo Teng and Zhu Falan, are out of their bodies at this time, and they are concentrating on probing the dragon veins, and only a ray of spiritual thought is left at the Dingbao point to control the body and guide the disciples to chant sutras. drop.I didn't find any abnormalities, and I was still wearing two lumps of white bird droppings, reciting Buddhist scriptures with a solemn face.

"Haha..." Seeing the success of the prank, the macaque king was immediately overjoyed, laughing so hard that he leaned forward and backward.

"What's so funny, isn't it just the crow leaking feces? The two crows probably had a stomachache, and they pulled it while flying, and it leaked on the heads of the two eminent monks. It's really..." The Lion Camel King shook his head and said.

The macaque king didn't speak, just had a good time alone, almost bursting into tears.

After laughing for a while, the macaque king stopped. It seemed that the effect of doing this secretly was not very obvious, and it was easy to be misunderstood as an accident. Moreover, those two bald donkeys were stunned, but in the eyes of those mortals who didn't understand anything, they became The two people's Dharma is profound, and they are not moved by external objects, but they have accomplished each other. How can this be accomplished?

The macaque king's eyes flashed fiercely, and he thought that if he didn't do anything, he would just mess up the matter.

The macaque king rolled his eyes, thought about it, jumped out of his soul, and went straight to the forest while his brothers didn't check.

The primordial spirit of the macaque king walked around in the forest, and when he came out, he had a hive the size of a basketball in his hand. The exit of the hive was blocked by immortal yuan, and the bees buzzed inside, but they couldn't get out.

"Hey, chanting scriptures to eliminate disasters, Monkey Lord keeps you in constant disasters!" The macaque king chuckled, transformed himself into a white-haired eagle, grabbed the beehive, and soared into the sky with a "chirp".

The white-haired eagle transformed by the macaque king soared into the sky, flew into the sky, came to the sky above the site of the White Horse Temple, and aimed at Shemo Teng's head. As soon as the claws were loosened, the honeycomb flew over Shemoten's head and smashed it.

"Chirp!" The white-haired eagle transformed by the macaque king uttered a loud cry, circled around, and landed in the forest.

After falling into the forest, the macaque king quickly withdrew his changes, turned into a green energy, and quickly returned to his physical body.

At this time, the honeycomb brought by the macaque king also drilled out of the clouds, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, flying faster and faster like a meteorite.

At that time, She Moteng and Zhu Falan had already sorted out the direction of the dragon veins here, and were devoting themselves to casting spells and sacrifices, not paying attention to the beehives falling from the sky at all.

"Boom!" Falling from a high altitude, the speed became faster and faster, and the honeycomb, which had reached the speed of a bullet, hit the hard and shiny bald head of Shemo Teng, like a watermelon being smashed by a sledgehammer, and it was smashed to pieces.

Golden honey was sprinkled all over the sky, most of them fell on Shemo Teng and Zhu Falan, and a lot fell on the Buddhists beside them.

"Buzzing..."

The bees in the hive were very angry after being restricted by the macaque king for a long time. After finally regaining their freedom, their homes were destroyed, and the honey they worked so hard to brew was ruined. These bees immediately launched a suicide attack.

The hornet's tail needle is only a little weaker than the most poisonous woman, and the hive of bees chosen by the macaque king seems to be not ordinary bees, except that She Moten and Zhu Falan are rough-skinned and thick, and the bee tail needles can't get in. Those Buddhists and the officials accompanying them were miserable. Every time they bite a bun, it becomes red and swollen like a small steamed bun.

"Ah..." There were screams, and after being stung, the little monks who chanted the scriptures threw their rosary beads and wooden fish one by one, and rolled all over the ground, while the accompanying officials fled one by one. The bee venom was swift and violent, and they ran towards the distance one after another, the scene was very chaotic.

Although Shemo Teng and Zhu Fran discovered the accident in the field, they couldn't be distracted from it when they were cultivating the dragon's veins, and could only let the poisonous bees wreak havoc.

There were not many bees in that hive, and there were only about a hundred soldier bees. After most of them shot their poisonous needles, the queen bee flew into the air and danced, and the bee swarm quickly flew towards the deep mountain.

"Hey..." Looking at the chaotic scene in the distance, the macaque king laughed, very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Ah!" A sudden scream attracted everyone's attention. A bald monk with three bags on his body twitched for a while, foamed at the mouth, and then stood still.

Among the spectators, there were many experts who immediately knew that the person had died.

It is not uncommon for a bee to sting someone to death, but after only being stung three times and dying so quickly, it still jumped the mortals present, especially those who were stung, their legs were sore and their feet were weak, and they fell to the ground , shouting for help.

As the instigator, the macaque king didn't feel any guilt at all, let alone compassion, so he laughed even more when he saw this.

During the two 300 years of Chen Xian's journey to the west, he was used to seeing life and death. He and his party in the underworld saw many ghosts with tragic deaths. Besides, the one who died was an ordinary monk who did not make much contribution to the progress of the country. Although he did not smile like the macaque king, But he didn't show any sympathy, and he still talked and laughed happily with the brothers next to him.

At this moment, Chen Xian noticed that an old Taoist priest who was standing on a distant mountain watching the excitement came to the stung officials, took out some red pills from the gourd, and fed them into the mouths of the officials.

After those officials took the elixir, the redness and swelling on their bodies quickly disappeared, and the old man quickly made a move to pull out the bee sting.

"Thank you, Lord Taishi, for your rescue." The officials among the group of officials obviously knew the old man, and after the poison was sterilized, they immediately got up and saluted to express their thanks.

"Thank you, Lord Taishi, for saving your life!" After knowing the identity of the old Taoist, those little officials kowtowed their heads in thanks.

If you were a monk, you would definitely proclaim "Amitabha Buddha" at this time, and then say a few words that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

"My lord, these monks..." Seeing that the old Taoist was about to leave, the official hurried forward and said.

"There is a difference between monks and Taoists, and I don't have any pills..." The old Taoist stopped, and after explaining the reason why he refused to save himself, he changed the subject: "Besides, the Buddhist school is not a regular tax. I am fulfilling them!"

Xu was in order to cooperate with the old Taoist, another monk screamed, spitting white foam at the mouth, and kicked away.

The old Taoist was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly thought: Buddhism has great magical powers, and Ksitigarbha is the leader of the Netherworld. It is only a matter of saying how many people's souls are to be returned. When the time comes to bring the dead back to life, it does not appear to have great magical powers, and strengthens its influence .

"If you die, you should go down quietly!" The old Taoist snorted coldly in his heart, and when he had an idea, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "These monks died innocently and tragically, with great resentment. Since they were met by the poor Taoist, it is also fate. The poor Taoist did it for them." Let’s do a legal ceremony to resolve their grievances.”

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he immediately turned around, pretending to walk around the dead monk, chanting Taoist scriptures, and sprinkled things on the corpse from time to time.

"That old Taoist was so insidious that he even scattered the carrion bones on the monk's corpse, causing half of the corpse's bones to rot, making it impossible to revive the soul." The macaque king laughed.

"Dog bites dog, mouth hair!" Bull Demon King said, but he held his chin and pondered, secretly thinking that this matter is a bit strange, first the crows shit, and then the poisonous bees ravaged. Could it be that people from the Taoist sect plotted against the Buddhist sect.

There were a total of nine monks who accompanied Shemo Teng and Zhu Falan to participate in this chanting sutra and disaster relief ceremony. All of them were stung. Except for one who was highly resistant to bee venom and did not die, but his face was rotten, the rest all died. , and without exception, the old Taoist used rotting bones to rot half of the bones.

After Shemo Teng and Zhu Falan finished refining the dragon veins and fixed them, the primordial spirit returned to the body, and immediately glared at the old Taoist.

The old Taoist only had a golden immortal cultivation base, and was glared at by two half-step Da Luo strong men, his body couldn't help but trembled, but thinking that he was now representing the Taoist sect, he straightened his body immediately, and said to the two monks: "You two masters don't need to thank me, just If a wild dog dies by the side of the road, Pindao will come forward to save him."

Comparing Buddhist disciples to wild dogs, who pretended to be benefactors despite being evil, Shemo Teng and Zhu Fran were both furious, but they couldn't be obvious, and they almost vomited blood.

"By the way, regarding today's matter, Pindao will tell His Majesty the truth, ask His Majesty to reconsider the matter of building the White Horse Temple here, and advise His Majesty to build a temple for you two. I will hand over the site selection to the Taishi Bureau. After all, geomantic omen is the task of my Taishi Bureau." The old Taoist added fuel to the fire, adding fuel to the fire.

"You..." Shemo Teng and Zhu Fran were so angry that they twitched their brows, but they had no words to refute, secretly thinking that this accident was probably caused by this old man.

"So I'm going back to write the memorial, so I can choose a treasured land for the two masters to build a house as soon as possible." In fact, the old Taoist's feet were already cramp under the pressure of the two half-step Daluo strongmen. , walked away, took two steps, and suddenly turned around and said: "By the way, you two masters, you should wipe the crow's shit on your heads, that thing is bad luck, and it will not affect you well."

(End of this chapter)