Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 487 Meeting Fa Hai Again
She Moteng looked at the bamboo scroll in He Zhengzhi's hand that was still emitting a strong clear light, and asked, "I don't know what Taoism scripture is in your hand?"

"Hehe, this is the Tao Te Ching written by the sage Lao Tzu when he left Hangu Pass to the west." He Zhengzhi said with a chuckle.

"Tao Te Ching" can be said to be the most widely circulated Taoist scripture, and it is also a manuscript written by Lao Tzu, the most powerful saint among all saints, and it was written not long before the saints retired. It is the latest among all scriptures. The Bible, which has lost the least energy and spirit, has been burned for so long and still shines brightly, so it makes sense.

After the doubts in his heart were resolved, She Mo Teng nodded at He Zhengzhi, and then left without looking back. He had no intention of inviting He Zhengzhi in as a guest. , I hate it to the bone marrow.

After He Zheng got off the high platform, surrounded by a group of fellow Taoists, he returned to Baiyun Temple in Luoyang. First, he celebrated the victory, and second, he still had things to discuss.

He Zhengzhi first thanked the comrades who came to help him, then took out the gourd containing the false pocket fire and [-]% of his body's energy, and said to Huo Ling Taoist: "Fellow Huo Ling, there is something wrong with Pindao. Kindly please."

"Fellow Daoists needn't say much. I was invited by the poor Daoist this time, but I didn't put in much effort. I lost the fight. I'm very sorry. There are still [-]% of the essence of Fellow Daoist's body in this gourd. It has been cultivated into a temporary offering. The hut where the Yuanshen lives is not bad, so just think that I have done my part for the Daoist sect."

"Fellow Daoist Gao Yi, I will accept this gourd. If there is a need in the future, please speak up, and you will be willing to go through fire or water!" He Zhengzhi said.

"Fellow Daoist, you are serious. You give up your body every time for the dignity of my Daoist sect. This is the real righteousness." Taoist Huo Ling waved his hands again and again.

"Fellow Daoist, don't say that, I'm fighting like this to keep my own land, and it's not that noble." He Zhengzhi said abruptly.

"If it's really for those acres of wasteland, fellow daoists are really willing to destroy their bodies?" Huang Shigong said with a smile, affirming He Zhengzhi's achievements in one sentence.

He Zhengzhi didn't shirk anymore, took out the "Tao Te Ching" written by Lao Tzu, stroked it a few times, and held it in front of Huang Shigong with a solemn face like a pilgrimage. Master Shushan Changmei, and convey my thanks to him for his righteous act!"

"I'll return the things, so thank you. That old thing, if he hadn't persuaded me to give me a favor, he wouldn't have given this kind of effort at all. If he wants me to use things as collateral, what a villain, why thank him!" Huang Shi The man snorted coldly, but he was still very serious when receiving the scriptures.

After finishing all this, He Zhengzhi turned his head to a middle-aged beautiful female fairy and said, "Reverend Yunyue, that ice chi cold crystal mask..."

"Fellow Taoist, don't need to say too much. To protect my Taoist scriptures from being destroyed, it's better than letting them rust in the audience." Although Yun Yue is a female crown, she has a bold personality that is not inferior to a man, and waved her hands indifferently.

After He Zhengzhi finished dealing with the ice-chill crystal mask, he turned his head to look at an old Taoist priest in a yellow Taoist robe and a Tai Chi hat with a calm face, hesitant to speak.

"Fellow Daoist, are you worried about the volume of the "Shangqing Daoist Shuoxuan Jing"? You don't have to be like this. When I get this sutra, I know it won't last long. Now that it's destroyed in the Taoist battle, there's nothing to talk about." The old Taoist waved his whisk and said calmly.

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After dealing with these troublesome things, He Zhengzhi got up and bowed to Huang Shi to be fair: "This time, Mr. Huang Shi won the game of laying the foundation, otherwise I would not have the courage and determination to fight to the end with Shemo Teng. Here Thank you so much."

"Fellow Taoist is very old, get up quickly." Huang Shigong hurriedly helped He Zhengzhi up, and said in a sincere tone: "Speaking of this matter, the old man dare not take credit for it! The old man was exhausted at first, but fortunately a master enlightened me , This turned defeat into victory. It's a pity that I can't see the true face of that expert, and thank you in person."

"God bless my Daoist sect, it must be the great sages of our Daoist sect seeing us in difficulties and secretly helping us!" He Zhengzhi said with a smile.

Chen Xian didn't know that he had become a master of Taoism. At this time, he was heading to an island in the East China Sea with his brothers.

The Macaque King said before that the peaches on a certain island in the East China Sea are ripe and taste very sweet. He invites everyone to taste them together.The macaque king's proposal immediately got the approval of the Yu tamarin king. After all, it was a good intention. Chen Xian and other demon saints did not refuse.

The Lion Camel King is not interested in fruit. As soon as he arrives at the destination, he immediately rolls up his sleeves, goes to the beach, pulls a net to catch fish, and prepares ingredients for the seafood feast.

After happily spending a few days of leisure time on this island, the seven demon saints left separately. Those who returned home returned home, those who visited relatives and friends visited relatives and friends, and those who looked for opportunities to run around the world.

In short, there is no feast that never ends. After everyone waved goodbye and made an appointment for the next reunion date, they parted ways and went their separate ways.

Chen Xian is not in a hurry to return home. His cultivation base is now at a critical point, and it is useless to practice hard. He plans to spend a period of time with Ming Xi and Yang Chan, and then walk around to find his own "Tao", his own There is no leak in the way of heaven.

After spending half a year with his two daughters in various holy places in Nanfangbu Prefecture, Chen Xian bid farewell to his two daughters and embarked on his own path of seeking Tao alone.

"There are more and more bald heads in Buddhist temples in the Han Dynasty." When wandering around with his two daughters, Chen Xian was most moved by this sentence.

One day, Chen Xian took a bamboo raft to the boundary of Zhenjiang, and when he went down the river, he saw a shiny golden bald head again, and couldn't help sighing again.

Although Buddhism is defeated by Taoism in the discussion of the Dharma, who is more down-to-earth than the quiet and inaction Taoist priests? Those poor people are flocking to it, and the teachings that exhort people to be patient and keep the precepts cater to the wishes of the rulers.

"Hey, this bald head..." Chen Xian was about to smile away when he suddenly realized that the bald head was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while, so he couldn't help but stop the bamboo raft and shouted: "The willow tree on the bank Monk, what is your Dharma name, where do you practice?"

Fahai was meditating at this time, when he suddenly heard Chen Xian's voice, he opened his eyes and looked at Chen Xian with some displeasure. Unsurprised, he quickly got up and saluted, "Young monk Fahai, there is only one wandering monk. I don't know what to call the great immortal?"

"Oh, you're Fa Hai?" Chen Xian was a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet Fa Hai here. This is an old man. He abandoned the raft and stepped on the waves. He stepped in front of Fa Hai and looked at him carefully.

I haven't seen him for hundreds of years. This Fa Hai didn't make much progress, so he could survive the catastrophe. As a disciple who was bestowed with a golden rice bowl (bowl) by the Buddha, his aptitude...is not easy to evaluate.

"The little monk is Fa Hai, and the Great Immortal knows me?" Under the oppression of Chen Xian's mountain-like breath, Fa Hai was a little out of breath, but he was really puzzled, so he had to bite the bullet and ask.

"Hehe, we've met before, but I didn't look like this at the time. It's normal if you don't recognize me." Chen Xian said with a smile. If he can recognize it, then he is not a celestial being, but a saint who knows everything and can see all three realms at a glance.

(End of this chapter)