Chapter 1770: Traveling Westwards to the Desert to Ask One's Conscience, Holding the Buddha Sword, There Is No Way Out

Western Region, Great Desert.

On the boundless desert, the high temperature of the sun left traces of human footsteps, which were a series of hurried footsteps.

"No——"

The echo of pain, when it sounded on the desert, was soon blown away by the wind.

The source of the sound was still the hurried figure of the desert lone walker, an ordinary man in a star-patterned robe.

It was hard to say what specific features he had, but he was holding a bronze mirror in his hand, which was very distinctive.

The bronze mirror showed the scene of the Guishi Tomb in the Southern Region.

"It's broken."

I don't know what he heard or what he thought of.

The man in the star-patterned robe put away the bronze mirror, stopped looking at it, and took more resolute steps.

His speed was amazingly fast.

Although he didn't use any spiritual skills, the desert automatically shrank under his feet, and there was a faint starlight descending from the sky.

The man quickly crossed the desert.

There are more than just deserts in the Western Regions. The Western Regions are mostly deserts, accounting for 99%.

When you pass through the desert, or find an oasis in the desert, it will be like the man in the star-patterned robe at this moment.

He suddenly took a big step, and the scenery in front of him changed, and he walked from the desert into the barren area.

Here the gravel is still there, but you can still see the barren land, and occasionally you can see a few gray-green buds.

After a few more steps, you will come to the strange rock area after passing the barren area.

There are strange rocks here, and the terrain is also getting steeper. There seems to be green not far away, and it seems that if you go up, there will be "mountains".

Mountains represent trees, and trees represent vitality.

Wherever you can see mountains in the Western Regions, most of them are barren mountains, without any vitality.

When the man in the star-patterned robe looked up and looked into the distance, there was a touch of green in the most steep part of the terrain in the distance.

"Buddha Sect..."

He did not pause.

After a few more steps, we walked from the strange rock area into the deep mountains and old forests.

Streams, forest birds, and the fragrance of flowers... Compared with the great desert in the Western Regions, the scenery here is like heaven compared to hell.

When we turned from the secluded path in the forest, we saw a small dilapidated temple in front of us.

In front of the temple, there was a little monk who was dozing off. He looked only about seven or eight years old, leaning on a wooden stick, with his head tilted down.

"Huh?"

He suddenly woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the person in front of the temple.

"Ah!"

The little monk shouted.

He pushed the stick away violently, rubbing two steps but not running.

When his head just turned into the temple gate, his feet followed in, but his head turned back again:

"Amitabha, this donor, please wait."

When his feet came back, he pulled his head back into the temple, and pulled his feet back into the temple with his crutches, shouting as he ran:

"Abbot! There is a good news, Abbot!"

"There really is someone, I really waited for someone, come out and see, come out and see!"

The man in the star-patterned robe smiled, and there was a lively scene in front of him.

There seemed to be quite a few people in the old temple, and there were some noises of commotion, but no one showed up.

"Awkward——"

Suddenly, at a certain moment, crows and birds in the forest flew away in fright, and leaves rustled wildly.

The mountain road trembled slightly, and there was a thump at the temple gate, as if something heavy had fallen down. When he looked up, he saw an old monk with a big belly.

The old monk looked good, wearing a red cassock, a long jade necklace around his neck, earlobes hanging down to the corners of his jaw, a kind face, and benevolent eyes.

"Amitabha."

After landing at the temple gate and blocking the way, the old monk put his hands together, with a look of repentance on his face, and spoke first:

"Friends come from afar, and we should treat them with tea."

"However, there is no food or rice in the deep mountains and old forests, and the chairs and wood in the temple are either old or withered. I hope you will forgive me and not invite you into the temple. If you have something to say, you can talk in front of the temple."

"Maybe there is a pavilion in front of the forest with coarse tea and plain cups. Please feel free to use it."

After he pointed in a direction, he put his hands together again, lowered his eyebrows and head, and muttered to himself: "Sin, sin."

The man in the star-patterned robe smiled when he heard the voice: "I am really thirsty. Monks do not lie. Is there really no tea in this temple of the old abbot?"

The old monk could only sigh when he heard the voice.

"Bang, bang, bang--"

The temple was filled with the sound of jars and bowls breaking, accompanied by the rustling of grains and the suppressed sighs of a crowd.

The old monk closed his eyes and said, "No more."

"This makes me look like a non-human..."

The man in the star-patterned robe said as he took out a bronze mirror and glanced at it, but he had no intention of leaving. "Old senior, don't you want to ask me what my name is and what I want?"

"I am a guest from afar, and I will leave the world and the world. Don't be tainted by worldly desires." The old monk shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't really want to know.

The man in the star-patterned robe was obviously unwilling to leave, and he respectfully clasped his fists and said, "I am Nangong Youshu, may I ask what the abbot's name is?"

The old monk covered his ears, indicating that he didn't hear the name.

"Abbot Youxi, are you really unwilling to hear what Nangong is up to? It might be very interesting."

"Since you have entered Buddhism, you have cut off all worldly ties. Passersby are all like smoke and clouds."

"Abbot, the wall of your temple is very low. I feel like I can climb over it with a rabbit kicking its legs."

"Donor Nangong, what is this?"

The man in the star-patterned robe who called himself Nangong Youshu smiled.

He soon turned into a pious face, bowed his hands, and said very kindly:

"I am Nangong Youshu."

He emphasized it again, and then continued:

"I came from the Sinful Land of the Southern Territory and wanted to teach the Heavenly Secret Way to the Western Territory. However, I was unable to make ends meet along the way. There was no hope of life and I felt quite depressed."

"The ancient temple in the old forest on this mountain was full of vitality when I passed by it. Naturally, I felt very happy, so I came here specifically to visit."

After a pause, the polite Tianji Warlock pointed to the temple door behind the abbot with a smile:

"I just met the novice monk in front of the temple. His face was rosy and his wisdom was perfect."

"Now the old abbot shows up, with extraordinary conversation and profound knowledge."

"It is expected that the beautiful bells and spirits here can explain the meaning of Buddhism and the roots of Taoism."

"I have a delusional idea. Can I take the abbot's hand and go into this ancient temple to talk about it? Wouldn't it be nice for you and me to sleep together and talk about the great road?"

Abbot Youxi clasped his hands together, and after saying "Amitabha", he said calmly: "This is a delusional thought, so let's just think about it."

"Huh?" Nangong Youshu was stunned on the spot.

As soon as he was silent, the whispers of the novice monks became noisy across a low wall in the temple:

"Hey! He wants to sleep with Abbot Youxi?"

"How do you sleep with your feet up, feet to feet? The bed isn't that big?"

"No, no, I like to sleep on my belly. Abbot Youxi's belly is getting soft, so it feels more comfortable to sleep on my belly, hehe."

"...Shut up, you all shut up!"

Then it became quiet.

Outside the wall, Nangong Youshu couldn't help laughing for a long time. He raised his hands and praised: "The old abbot is really extraordinary. His conversation has not returned to his original nature, but he has also returned to his true nature. Seriously..."

"He seems a little hypocritical."

The voice of the novice monk floated faintly from the entrance of the low wall, causing Nangong Youshu's voice to pause and his face to look a little more livid.

Abbot Youxi never seemed to blame the novices. He turned a blind eye to what was happening inside the low wall. He only glanced at the sky and said:

"It's getting late. Donor Nangong, please tell me what you have to say."

Nangong Youshu stopped beating around the bush now and said in a serious tone: "To be honest, I really have something serious to say, and it was entrusted by an old friend of the Buddha Sect."

Abbot Youxi's brows jumped, but there was no wave in his eyes: "Donor, please speak."

"Does the abbot know this sword?"

Nangong Youshu said and slowly pulled out a sword from his chest.

It was a huge sword, with a brilliant Buddha's light attached to the sword's body, and golden aspiration flowing through it.

Abbot Youxi took a deep breath and closed his eyes:

"Buddha's Sword, Angry Immortal."

"Exactly!" Nangong Youshu nodded, "Maybe the abbot sees the mystery of this sword?"

"Fake."

"Exactly!"

Nangong Youshu pinched it with his big hand, and the Buddha Sword Fury Immortal cracked into pieces, and finally turned into light spots and disappeared.

He said with a sad face:

"An old friend gave me this sword, but I showed it as a shadow."

"Abbott, you need to be more considerate of me. Really, this sword cannot be unsheathed at will, let alone shown to others at will."

"Even if the abbot has said before, 'Once you enter Buddhism, all earthly connections will be cut off.' I guarantee that when I see this sword again, I will have some ordinary thoughts."

"Maybe you are not born, but there is a lot of life in this temple."

Nangong Youshu looked embarrassed, and quickly revealed the golden seal:

"But the mark of this sword and the seal of wish can be used as proof of someone's identity in Nangong."

"Abbot Youxi should lower his eyes and realize that someone like me in Nangong has no agenda for this trip, at least his intentions are not harmful to the Buddhist sect."

The golden seal is thrown away.

Abbot Youxi reached out and took it.

This seal is in the shape of a Buddha's hand seal with "putting palms together" and looks ordinary from the outside.

With a quick glance, I can detect the Buddha's hand seal with the word "Buddha" engraved on the left palm and the word "resentment" engraved on the right palm.

"There is something to resent..."

Abbot Youxi looked sad, which made it even more difficult.

Nangong Youshu looked happy and said with a smile: "The abbot recognizes this thing, it's the best. Thirty years ago, he had a grudge against me."

He paused for a moment, his voice became compassionate, he clasped his palms together, and said piously:

"If the Buddha is sitting on the ladder to heaven and the world is overturned, he should carry his seal and go westward to ask if he is happy. Let's ask him like this..."

"The world is like this, and I, the Buddha, cannot enter it. If I, the Buddha, do not enter it, I cannot escape from this hidden world."

"The world is like this. I, the Buddha, choose to enter. I, the Buddha, choose to enter, and it will be difficult to come back in a thousand years."

"Senior brother, what decision should you make?"

At this point, Nangong Youshu raised his head and looked at the sky.

It was getting late, and the sun was three high in the sky. It was only then that it became clear that the abbot was just saying goodbye to the guests.

But it was not until sunset on the west mountain that Abbot Youxi, who seemed to have turned to stone, trembled slightly with his huge body, and said in a trembling and determined voice:

"Join the world."

"Join the world?"

Nangong Youshu asked seriously.

Entering the world is just like the Buddha's previous entry into the world. It is popular for a while, then declines and retreats. The sound of the Great Brahma Dragon is heard, and the sound of the Great Brahma Dragon is ended?

And this time when I enter the world, I enter with joy, but will there be people like the Buddha who resents me?

"What if it doesn't end well?"

"It will not end well."

Abbot Youxi thought about it for a whole afternoon and seemed to have considered everything.

But Nangong Youshu, who was standing opposite him, had obviously been thinking about it for more than one afternoon:

"But if you know the brotherhood, can you care about the sect's friendship?"

"Have you ever thought, abbot, that your actions like this may help you, but if you end up with the entire Buddhist sect, how can you tolerate it?"

Abbot Youxi remained silent, his face turned ashen, as if he had expected it.

Nangong Youshu was aggressive and continued: "Forgetting everything else, what should you do if you go to the Central Region to help out, and you wake up with resentment, but you have been controlled by the Demon Ancestor?"

Abbot Youxi's body shook violently and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Why do you come to the crossroads with grievances? Why do you stand the inverted pagoda? Why do you have an uncertain return date after waiting for thirty years..."

"Abbot Youxi, you have the answers to all of these."

Nangong Youshu spoke earnestly, and finally took the Buddha's hand seal from Abbot Youxi's hand, and his words became extremely sharp, with a sharp and chilling feeling:

"He advised me to bring this message that day, and there is a postscript at the end."

"If my senior brother chooses to 'join the world' and use this sword to ascend to the Buddhist sect, there will be no Buddha in this world."

Keng——

The sword roared.

Nangong Youshu pulled out the golden sword from his chest again, but this time, the sword became extremely ferocious, like a diamond with an angry gaze.

"Wrath Fairy..."

Abbot Youxi seemed to be more determined and said: "The evil spirits will make the world miserable and the people will not be able to survive."

Nangong Youshu held the sword and laughed loudly: "The Holy Palace is turning a blind eye, how can you, a disciple of the Buddha sect, have such a Bodhisattva heart?"

"Don't judge my heart by others, and don't judge the filth of this world."

"Even if I block the road with my sword?"

Nangong Youshu raised the Buddha's sword to anger the immortal. When he looked around like this, he saw Abbot Youxi slowly shaking his head and saying in a sad voice:

"Donor Nangong, you can't stop me."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cassock swayed and his white beard rose.

Abbot Youxi's face was straight, his words were soft, and he spat out a golden relic of the Holy Emperor. The power of wish in his eyes was like lightning, surging high.

boom!

The whole mountain and forest shook violently.

The young monks in the ancient temple were so frightened that they backed away in panic.

"The abbot with a big belly is angry."

"It's so scary. The last time I got pregnant... Hey, let's not talk anymore. Run, let's run!"

The Holy Emperor is happy and demonstrates in front.

Although Nangong Youshu was trembling, he did not retreat with his sword, his face was as determined as iron:

"Abbot Youxi, today either kill me and you can save the world; or you can cross the border with me and I slaughter all the disciples of the Buddhist sect in the mountain."

"Your choice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the trees in the surrounding area rustled.

Under the dim sky, countless scarlet eyes seemed to open in the forest.

"What's that?"

A little novice monk stood at the entrance of the ancient temple and his eyes widened. He seemed to have seen countless devils waking up in the darkness?

"How terrible!"

"Not sad, not happy, come and see, what is this, human?"

Two more young novices came to the door.

All the scarlet eyes in the forest seemed to come out of it. They were figures wearing star-patterned robes, and they were roughly estimated to number in the thousands.

Some are old, some are weak, some are pregnant, some are mediocre...

But without exception, their expressions were very stiff. Like the puppets, when their eyes were awakened, they became more humane.

"This is……"

The little monk Bu Le stood by the door and swallowed hard.

He had been out and had seen a lot, so he was even more frightened. He felt that even Abbot Youxi might not be able to catch so many monsters:

"Tianji puppet?"

"No! Divine Envoys? So many Divine Envoys!"