Westward Journey Starts Heaven Court Sign In 100,000 Years

Chapter 334

“Master! Why is the little monk in Jinshan Temple? Did the master save him?” Jiāng Liúer immediately got up and saluted the old monk.

Just the moment he got up, Jiāng Liú’er was shocked.

Not only was he saved and returned to the Jinshan Temple, but he was also full of power?

After being detained at Dali Temple for several days, he ate some pig food every day and was tortured to death. He was already extremely weak.

Unexpectedly, the injuries all over my body have disappeared miraculously now. Not only do I have no sense of weakness, but also become vigorous?

Jiāng Liú’er looked at the old monk’s eyes suddenly different, it must be this high monk who saved him.

The many Buddhas Bodhisattva that they visit every day are real.

And Jiāng Liúer also knew that many eminent monks had profound magic power, but there was no way to deal with the generals and the iron torrent of the Tang Dynasty.

This old monk is definitely not an ordinary person.

“Well! Not bad, not bad!” The old monk nodded and turned around Jiāng Liú’er.

“The old monk had a little magic power. He passed the Dali Temple and saw the little benefactor, so he saved the little benefactor.”

The more the old monk looked at Jiāng Liú’er, the more satisfied he was. In the eyes of Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Buddha’s mind in Jiāng Liú’er’s body grew tremendously.

It’s just that after experiencing the great disaster of the Tang Dynasty destroying the Buddha, there is a faint dust on Jiāng Liú’s Buddha heart.

“Thank you, Master!” Jiāng Liúer heard this and immediately bowed to the old monk.

“Master….. Can you save my fellow students of Jinshan Temple?”

Jiāng Liú’er did not feel happy for the rest of his life after saluting, but looked dim and looked at the old monk with eagerness.

He has no idea what to do next.

But in Dali Temple, his senior brothers, as well as the master Faming monk who raised him, are still being held, as well as many uncles.

Jiāng Liúer grew up in Jinshan Temple since he was a child, and this is his home.

Cultivating Buddhism is his only ideal, and it is also his greatest ideal.

It’s a pity that now that the Tang Dynasty has destroyed the Buddha, the emperor has issued an edict that from now on there will be no one who cultivates the Buddha.

Even the gods enshrined in common people’s homes in Mingjian were all searched out and burned.

The home is gone, what should he do in the future, and where should he go?

Jiāng Liú at this moment is like a walking dead without ideals and faith.

Since the old monk can save him, Jiāng Liúer also hopes that the old monk can show compassion to rescue his living companion.

Otherwise, the sky and the earth are big and he is lonely and alone, where should he be home?

“No! Old monk, I can only save the little benefactor.” The old monk looked at Jiāng Liú and shook his head.

Jiāng Liú was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately took three steps and two steps to grab the sleeve of the old monk and asked, “Why! Master, you have great magical powers, and you can surely save them from the heat.”

“My Masters and uncles, as well as the other brothers, are they suffering every day?”

The old monk looked at Jiāng Liú and said, “Oh, little donor, in your eyes there is only the same door of Jinshan Temple?”

“Huh? What does the master mean?” Jiāng Liú’er looked at the old monk with a stagnant gaze.

“Do you know how many monks in Datang have their heads dead overnight?”

“There are also many vassals of the Tang Dynasty, how many monks are worse than your fellow sect?”

The old monk touched his beard and looked at Jiāng Liú.

“Master…you…you mean?” Jiāng Liúer heard his pupils shrink, as if thinking of something.

The old monk laughed, looked at Jiāng Liú’s eyes and said, “Yes, you are right!”

“It’s not just your Jinshan Temple, all the temples in Datang have been destroyed!”

“The Dali Temple is just the monks in the temples around Chang’an City!”

“The many vassals of the Tang Dynasty, thousands of monks are all heads down, they are slaves and prostitutes!”

“Even if you ask me to save you a few fellows, what’s the use?”

Listening to the words of the old monk like a knife, Jiāng Liú’s eyes reddened, “Master! I…”

Jiāng Liú’er’s heart was completely lost. He didn’t expect that so many monks would die in the world within a few days.

Yes, even if he wished to save a few fellow students in the Jinshan Temple, what’s the point?

When he was on the execution ground before, Jiāng Liúer had the idea of ​​dying.

Now rescued by the mysterious monk, he immediately ignited hope, and he wanted to find a way to rescue his own fellow.

But compared with the world’s thousands of Buddhist disciples, what is the use of saving a few people by yourself?

Jiāng Liú’er had sad tears in his eyes, he really didn’t know what to do now.

The old monk touched his beard and saw that the effect was almost the same. He immediately said, “I know there is someone who can save them. Little benefactor, you really want to save them!”

Hearing the words of the old monk, Jiāng Liúer’s eyes lit up, “Master! Can anyone really save countless buddhists in the world?”

Jiāng Liú at this time, as if a drowning man grabbed a life-saving straw, he was extremely happy.

He has been proficient in Dharma since he was a child, and has a pure heart.

If there is a way to save the world’s tens of thousands of fellows, Jiāng Liú will not hesitate to sacrifice his life.

“Yes! Not only can it save thousands of people, but also hundreds of millions of people.”

“This person is not someone else, but you are a small benefactor!”

The old monk looked at Jiāng Liú’s word by word.

“What? Me?” Jiāng Liú’er widened his eyes and exclaimed.

“Yes! King Tang is mediocre and unruly, slaughtering Buddhism wantonly, he will be rewarded in the future!”

“But even if my Buddhist disciple is dead, what’s the fear?”

“It’s just that the king of Tang has suffered hundreds of millions of trillions of people, and all beings are suffering. This is a big sin!”

“Would you like to save the world’s billions of people and thousands of others?”

Jiāng Liúer looked at the old monk without any hesitation, “The disciple is willing!”

“It’s just what the disciple should do? I don’t have the power to bind a chicken, how can I save the world and the thousands of people in the same family?”

The old monk rubbed his beard and looked at Jiāng Liú and said, “Are you proficient in “Jing Zang”, “Law Zang” and “Lun Zang”?”

“Yes! The disciple was called Master Sanzang by the same sect of Jinshan Temple.” Jiāng Liúer replied immediately.

What makes Jiāng Liú’er puzzled is, what does this have to do with saving the world?

“Little benefactor, you are talented and have a deep Buddha nature.”

“It’s just that your proficient Tripitaka is the Hinayana teaching. Those who can’t save the king’s ascension to heaven can’t resolve the enmity of the world.”

“My Buddha has the Mahayana Dharma, which can enable the dead to ascend to heaven, live a life intact, solve the world’s grievances, and eliminate innocent disasters.”

“If you want to save the common people in the world, you need to have the Mahayana Buddha.”

The old monk said confidently.

“Master! This Mahayana Dharma is so magical? Can it be passed on to the disciples?” Jiāng Liú’er looked at the old monk with excitement and said.

“No, old monk, I don’t have Mahayana Dharma. Only you can find this Mahayana Dharma.”