zombie westward journey

Chapter 21 Expedient measures
Chapter 20 Expedients
"The poor Taoist Dharma name is Tiangangzi, and I have seen the holy monk!"

Chu Xin hastily returned the gift, and then quickly gave Sakyamuni a wink while the guardian of the garden was not paying attention.

So, the two walked into a bush diagonally opposite the Pantao Garden one after the other.

"Why did the holy monk come to the Pantao Garden?" Chu Xin asked straight to the point without making a fuss.

After all, Sakyamuni is a legendary figure who appeared in the classics on earth. After seeing the real deity, Chu Xin was somewhat excited.

Although it was the first time for him to meet Sakyamuni, he was very happy to make friends with this future Tathagata Buddha. After all, he was a future leader-level figure, but it was hard to say whether Sakyamuni was willing to talk to him.

However, at this time, Sakyamuni was only a named disciple of the ancient Buddha who burned the lamp. He also had a good impression of Chu Xin, who was not an ordinary immortal, and was willing to associate with him.

Sakyamuni clasped his hands together and said: "The poor monk was ordered by his benefactor to come here for a cause and effect. It is inconvenient to tell you the details at this time. If there is a destiny in the future, the real person will know. Dare to ask the real person to come here. , why?"

"Haha, it's inconvenient to explain the details, anyway, just like you, fellow daoist, we came here for flat peaches!" Chu Xin said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he fixed his eyes on the purple golden bowl in Sakyamuni's left palm, and asked, "This golden bowl seems to be emitting bursts of light, and it is not extraordinary. Presumably it must be the treasure of the holy monk refining demons?"

The reason why Chu Xin asked this question was because when he saw the purple golden bowl, the corpse's magic eye opened automatically in an unconscious state, directly seeing through the golden bowl's restriction, and saw the "demon" sealed in the inner space.

This demon is a beautiful woman in a goose-yellow palace dress, with her head in a bun, duck-egg face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and slender legs.

It's just that she exudes a water-blue mist all over her body, and the skin on her face, neck, and hands is also a little water-blue. At a glance, she can tell that she is not a mortal, and she is probably a demon heretic.

Intuition told Chu Xin that the female devil sealed in Sakyamuni's purple golden bowl is a zombie who has lived for at least hundreds of years.

"The real person has a good eye. This treasure is indeed not an ordinary bowl, but the treasure of the poor monk. The number of demons refined by this treasure has exceeded a thousand. Among them, the strength of the strongest demon is equivalent to that of the fairyland. The poor monk spent a lot of money on it." Only kung fu can refine it." Sakyamuni saw that Chu Xin took the initiative to ask about the magic weapon in his hand, so he patiently introduced it.

Chu Xin deliberately asked: "I don't know what monster the holy monk surrendered this time, and what is his strength, do you need help from the poor?"

Shakyamuni shook his head, as if he had seen through Chu Xin's mind, and said with a smile: "A real person doesn't have to beat around the bush like this. To be honest, the poor monk came to Pantaoyuan this time to refine this demon! If fellow Taoists can really help the poor The poor monk would be grateful for even an immature flat peach with his help!"

"Is this true?" Chu Xin followed closely.

Sakyamuni was stunned for a moment, and asked back: "Amitabha, monks don't tell lies, and gentlemen keep their promises. What's more, the poor monk is a disciple of the ancient Buddha who burns the lamp?"

Chu Xin stretched out his index finger to touch his lower lip, frowned and said, "That's it! Dare I ask, if the poor Taoist really helped you obtain flat peaches, how do you plan to thank the poor Taoist?"

"Amitabha, seeing a real person dressed up is also a real way of cultivation, how could you ask such a ridiculous question? According to the practice agreed between the ascetics in the heavenly world, the poor monk naturally agreed to a request within his ability!" Sakyamuni stared at it seriously. Chu Xin's eyes said: "The real person is not joking, is he?"

Chu Xin said in embarrassment: "Before meeting the holy monk, Pindao had never dealt with Buddhists, so there was a mistake in his words. Please also ask the holy monk Haihan!"

He had not been in the heaven for a long time, and instinctively thought that the heaven was the same as the human world, and he didn't care about verbal promises.

In fact, on the contrary, ascetics in the heavenly world attach great importance to verbal promises, treating them as a kind of cause and effect.

If he hadn't absorbed Tiangangzi's memory before, Tiangangzi's past experience in his subconscious had reminded him, otherwise he would have almost made a fool of himself!

"You don't need to care about the real person, and the poor monk just said it casually!" Sakyamuni said: "Dare to ask the real person if there is a plan?"

Chu Xin looked around and found no suspicious eavesdroppers around, and said, "Can the holy monk know the art of enchantment?"

Sakyamuni showed an expression of "the poor monk understands", and then waved his sleeves, and the monk's robes automatically moved without wind.

A colorless space enchantment was immediately attached to the void, enveloping Chu Xin and Sakyamuni, and isolating them from the outside world.

"This enchantment looks very powerful. Could it be that the holy monk is also a master who is proficient in enchantment?"

When the space barrier appeared, Chu Xin's perception of the outside world disappeared instantly, and the surrounding environment became gray, as if he had traveled to another time and space.

Sakyamuni smiled and said modestly: "Amitabha, the poor monk is not a master of enchantment, but this enchantment is derived from the magic power of Buddha and Dao, and is derived from the power of the law of the void, so it gives fellow Taoists a kind of inscrutable illusion."

"So that's it! Then what do we look like in the eyes of passers-by outside? Can you see the passers-by outside?" Chu Xin raised his eyes to look at the enchantment, and said seriously.

"Of course it can be seen that the poor monk is the one who set up the barrier after all. But in the eyes of outsiders, we are still the same as before, and we are still talking." Sakyamuni explained: "The difference between this barrier and ordinary barriers is that At this point, ordinary barriers do not have the blessing of illusion, so they are easy to be noticed."

Chu Xin looked around and asked casually: "If the poor want to break the barrier, do we need to find the weak link in the barrier?"

Sakyamuni didn't know that Chu Xin raised this question with other meanings, so he introduced to Chu Xin the subtle differences between the magical power of Buddhism and the magical power of immortality, as well as their respective advantages and disadvantages. .

"Thanks to the holy monk for his teaching, I am very grateful to the poor!" Chu Xin said solemnly.

He saw that the barrier set by Sakyamuni was extremely defensive, and he was afraid that it could block the blow of Mount Tai. Considering that he would definitely encounter Buddhist and Taoist masters in the future, now that he figured out the key, he would have a way to deal with it at that time Policy.

Chu Xin asked tentatively: "Can the holy monk control the barrier and cover people outside at will?"

Sakyamuni clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this enchantment was created by the ancestor of Buddhism for the evil spirits in the past. I didn't expect the poor monk to cast it again for the evil spirits today!"

His implication is that he answered Chu Xin's question in the affirmative.

"Great! Also ask the holy monk to cover a fairy boy who specially waters and fertilizes the flat peach orchard to come into this enchantment. The poor will be of great use!" Chu Xin said happily.

Shakyamuni hurriedly said: "You must not hurt his life!"

"Wuliang Tianzun, the holy monk is too worried! If the poor Taoists do that, how is it different from a demon?" Chu Xinyi said awe-inspiringly.

So, according to Chu Xin's request, Sakyamuni brought in a fairy boy who looked seventeen or eighteen years old.

Xiantong was shocked when he saw the two, his face turned pale from fright, trembling with trepidation.

Chu Xin's shot was as fast as lightning, and he sent out a cloud piercing finger, knocking the fairy boy out and reading all his memories.

Then, he took out a pair of silver pearls, one large and one small, and handed the big one to Sakyamuni, and kept the small one in his hand.

"This is a pair of 'Mother and Child Pearls'. Fellow Daoists, pay attention to the entry and exit of people at the gate of Pantao Garden. If the situation is not good, please crush this 'Mother Pearl' immediately, and the 'Child Pearl' in Pindao's hand will follow." Turn it into powder. Please also ask fellow Taoists to keep the fairy boy in the enchantment, and let him out after the poor Taoist comes back!"

"Amitabha, good, good! The real man is indeed thoughtful and resourceful! The poor monk admires him!" Sakyamuni said while holding the pearl.

As a result, Chu Xin changed his bones, changed his face, and turned into the fairy boy just now. He was sent out of the enchantment by Sakyamuni and returned to the bushes.

He looked at the gate of the Peach Garden, carrying a pole on his shoulders, carrying two buckets of fairy dew spirit water, and swaggered into the Peach Garden.

"Pantaoyuan, here I come!"

At the moment when Chu Xin stepped into the Peach Garden, the Queen Mother of the West, who was sitting on the throne of the Golden Mother Temple in Yaochi, closed her eyes and meditated, suddenly opened her eyes.
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"You have to vote for recommendation when you read a book, and I will give you a flat peach so that you can live forever!"

(End of this chapter)