Chapter 2788 Prologue

"Master..." Xiong Yi and others looked at each other, wondering what Xiao Hua was talking about.

"Master..." At this time, Wang Jianfei and his mother came to the main hall and were about to pay their respects.

Xiao Hua flew in mid-air, waving the Kunlun Mirror in his hand, and a beam of light covered the two of them, and said: "Go to Kunlun Wonderland first, and we'll talk about it later if you have anything to do!"

Then he turned to Xiong Yi and said, "Are those disciples ready?"

"Of course!" Xiong Yi stood up hurriedly and replied, "Disciples who can teach are separated from those who have no one to teach! No special preparation is required!"

"Okay!" Xiao Hua waved his hand and said, "Take me over there. I suddenly thought of something and need to do it right away!"

"Actually, if Master has something to do, you might as well go and do it first, and then talk about it after you return to the mountain!" Xiong Yi led the way and replied with a smile.

Xiao Hua smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Master thought that the matter had been determined, but I didn't expect... the news about Master was received too early, and the real thing hasn't happened yet. Therefore, Master is a little confused!"

Xiao Hua followed Xiong Yi to the back mountain and looked at the neat rows of huts, which were very similar to what he saw in the Thunder Clan. He nodded with satisfaction, then took out the Kunlun Mirror, and his mind was released. The hut and the children inside are both income spaces.

Then, without daring to delay too much, Xiao Hua nodded to Xiong Yi and others, and Xiao Hua flew out of the Tenglong Mountains!

Seeing Xiao Hua's back flying away in a hurry, Xiong Yi was a little puzzled. He thought to himself: "Master has accepted more than 10,000 disciples before, and now he has accepted nearly 20,000 boys. The total number is 30,000." There are more people than the disciples of the Creation Sect in the Tenglong Mountains. How did Master... come here? Could it be that Master has other plans?"

Xiao Hua didn't know what Xiong Yi was thinking. He had already activated his escape skills and rushed towards Changsheng Town, trying to stop Monk Chun Zang before he unveiled the Buddhist inscription! Of course, the prerequisite for stopping it is that Chunzang is Jiang Liuer.

Seeing the somewhat familiar scenery appearing below him, Xiao Hua did not dare to be too arrogant. The figure fell slightly, and the shape-changing technique was used, transforming into a Zhang Xiaohua with a small nose and small eyes. Then he took out his Confucian attire, held a feather fan, and used the art of flying to rush to Changsheng Town.

quickly. The road where he, Yuan Ya, Liu Yi and Xiao Jian left Changsheng Town appeared under Xiao Hua. The scenery on the roadside was still the same, but the people on the road... were no longer the same people as before!

"Si..." Xiao Hua flew for a moment and saw the Buddha in mid-air and many good men and women on the ground. After releasing his mental power a little, it wasn't too tight. Xiao Hua took a breath of surprise and exclaimed,

"How come there is so much power of faith here??? Could it be that... all these powers of faith belong to Cihang?"

As he spoke, Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the nine-foot-nine golden body of Guanyin Bodhisattva standing in the distance.

Needless to say, the true form of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is the real Cihang! But the real Cihang has passed away, and the only one who exists in this world is the fake Cihang.

"No wonder the Great Sun Tathagata, the Great Sun Tathagata, has the idea of ​​seeking the scriptures of bliss. This immortality can only hold down a town. A golden body of Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva has so much power of faith. If the entire Hidden Immortal Continent is full of temples and golden bodies of the Bodhisattva "How much power of faith can you get!" Xiao Hua took a greedy breath, knowing that if he released the Bodhi relic at this time, he would not be able to achieve Bodhi immediately. It's a pity that in this turbulent town of Changsheng, even if the Buddha's relic is not in seclusion, Xiao Hua will never dare to release him!

"Thanks to Xiao Niwan Palace's innate divine ban!" Xiao Hua was happy as he flew, "If these innate divine bans did not cover up the Buddha's aura. Even if the Buddha's relics did not want to come out, this rich power of faith would still fall into In Xiao’s Niwan Palace, you won’t be able to cover it up when the time comes!”

"Eh? Is this...Jiang Chao Temple?" When Xiao Hua flew closer, he used the art of clearing his eyes to take a look. He had long noticed the changes in Jiang Chao Ridge, and felt a little dazed. For a moment, he couldn't laugh or cry again, "Grandma, Jiang Chao Temple is obviously the Taoist temple of my Taoist sect. How come it has become a Buddhist temple now? It's just that , where is the so-called Buddhist altar?”

Xiao Hua looked around Jiang Chao Ridge. There was no trace of the Buddhist altar, and then looked at Jiang Chao Temple. At this time, the incense in Jiangchao Temple is at its peak, and rays of Buddha's light are lingering on the temple. In the Buddha's light, one by one Buddha statues are faintly revealed, and the magnificent scenes of the Paradise are filled with the sound of wooden fish in the temple and the Buddha's light. It is exactly the style of the Buddhist sect and Bodhisattvas. At the same time, lines of calm Buddhist consciousness slowly swept around Jiangchao Temple. At first glance, it was the inspection of the Buddhist Protector Heavenly King.

Xiao Hua pressed his head down and saluted a Confucian cultivator who was flying slowly by: "I'm here to invite you, my dear friend, I have something to ask..."

"You're welcome, fellow immortal. I wonder if I can help you in any way?" The Confucianism cultivator was also very polite.

"Xiaosheng heard that there is a Buddhist altar dedicated to the Great Sun Tathagata in Changsheng Town. It is for people who are looking for the ultimate happiness and sutras. I wonder where this Buddhist altar is?"

"Since it is a Buddhist memorial, it is naturally within the temple." The Confucian monk said with a smile, "It is difficult for immortal friends to see it! The Jiangchao Temple only allows Buddhist disciples to enter, and we Confucian cultivators can't even get within ten feet. No access allowed!”

"Oh? The Buddha Sect is still so arrogant?" Xiao Hua asked in a low voice, "Didn't I hear that a disciple of the Eastern Family struck the Manjushri Bodhisattva of the Buddha Sect with a sword that day and destroyed their arrogance?"

"Alas, here and now!" the Confucianism cultivator sighed, "Now the Immortal Palace is colluding with the Great Leiyin Temple, disregarding the fate of hundreds of Confucianism cultivators, and actually doing the evil act of seeking the scriptures of bliss, we Confucianism cultivators What will happen if the arrogance of the Buddhist sect is destroyed? They will be depressed and angry, but they will not fight!"

"Alas, poor Immortal Emperor!" Xiao Hua silently mourned for the Immortal Emperor for a few moments in his heart, and waved goodbye to the Confucian cultivator. Although the words of the Confucian cultivator are a bit extreme, they clearly represent the thoughts of the majority of Confucian cultivators who do not know the truth of the matter. Fueled by the Confucian cultivator family, these misunderstandings have become increasingly deviated from the truth and are even more detrimental to the Immortal Palace.

Looking at Jiang Chao Temple, which was impenetrable to the Clear Eyes Technique, Xiao Hua did not dare to use the Shapeshifting Technique again near Jiang Chao Temple. He hurriedly flew out of Changsheng Town, found a secluded cave, and quietly transformed into a little novice monk. Looking like this, he rushed to Jiang Chao Temple again.

That is to say, at the same time that Xiao Hua entered the cave and changed his shape, a bamboo raft floated along the Liao River. The bamboo raft was very simple and even a little damaged. Behind the bamboo raft, an old fisherman was standing there with a long bamboo pole in his hand. In front of the bamboo raft, a young monk in clean monk's robes was standing there. Putting his hands together, he looked piously at the golden body of Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, which was covered by silk on the river bank, and recited: "Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva..."

Isn't this monk none other than Jiang Liu'er, whose Buddhist name is Chunzang?

The bamboo raft was close to Jiang Chaoling. Several Buddhist consciousnesses had already swept through it, and there were even several eyesight-clearing techniques. It seemed that Chun Zang's arrival had been anticipated. But Chun Zang didn't know all this. He looked at the shore that was getting closer, turned around and said kindly: "Shipman, just stop here! I'll help you along the way!"

"Good go, little monk..." The old fisherman stood up tremblingly, raised his cracked hand and waved kindly, as a kind of farewell, and then the bamboo pole in his hand touched the bluestone on the shore familiarly. With a push on it, the bamboo raft left the shore and slowly headed towards the lower reaches of the Liao River. The bamboo raft drifted for several miles. The fisherman who had been standing steadily at the end of the raft suddenly trembled all over. The raincoat slowly disappeared. The fisherman straightened up. A small ceiling appeared in the void near him. The fisherman was full of wrinkles. The Buddha's face also changed, revealing a solemn appearance. However, the Buddha's face was pale, and even the muscles on his face were a little distorted. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain, "Namo Amitabha..." The Buddha announced the Buddha's name. , stepped into the void and disappeared, leaving only the real bamboo raft drifting farther and farther in the Liao River!

And ten miles away from here, a bloodstain was sprinkled on the protruding rocks above the Liao River, which looked dazzling under the noon sun.

Chun Zang, who has always been fearless and ignorant of everything, stood at the bottom of Jiang Chao Ridge, clasped his hands respectfully, looked at the golden body of Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva on Jiang Chao Temple, and sorted it out again. He took off his monk's robe and recited: "Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, have been walking in the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, and have seen that the five aggregates are empty, and have endured all hardships. Different colors, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

As Chunzang recited the Guanyin Bodhisattva Heart Sutra, he kowtowed step by step and walked towards Jiangchao Ridge with great piety. This is a pilgrimage road, and it is also a road of spiritual sublimation. Chunzang enjoys walking on it very much. Every time he kowtows on the capital, he feels relaxed and makes him feel that he is one step closer to his ideal and pursuit. . Chun Zang, who was immersed in his own world, never noticed that the mountain road, which was originally crowded with people, had gradually become less crowded at some point. The same pious men and women began to disappear. Instead, it was in his ears. The sound of wooden fish, chanting sutras, and the chanting of ten thousand Buddhas became louder and louder. Not only was there a strange phenomenon in Jiang Chaoling, but the entire Changsheng Town was suddenly quiet now. The noisy voices disappeared, and the complete violence turned into peace. A stream of Buddha's light poured out from an inexplicable place. Maybe there was someone on the street. Walking around, there may be people buying and selling in the shops, but these have turned into the background. All eyes, the focus of the entire Hidden Immortal Continent and the Paradise World have now fallen on Jiang Chaoling, on Chun Zang who is kowtowing step by step. on the body.

Thousands of people are paying homage, tens of thousands of immortals are holding their breath, and tens of thousands of Buddhas are paying attention. Everyone is quietly waiting for the beginning of an era, the beginning of a miracle, and the beginning of a good show... (To be continued.) 88 Reading