Chapter 1034 Higurashi Temple (Please Recommend)
In the Chenghuang Temple, a down-and-out scholar was telling stories about myths and legends to a group of children.
"But the Jiuhua Emperor descended on the clouds and said that this monster was his gatekeeper beast that had sneaked into the lower world. He also asked a few nobles to take him back to the cave and discipline him strictly..." The scholar's face was withered and yellow, and he pretended to be so. "Okay, if you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the explanation next time."
The children were disappointed. One of them asked ignorantly: "Sir, is it true that if the monsters from the gods and bodhisattva's family eat people, they only need to be strictly disciplined, and other monsters will be killed?"
The scholar was stunned, not knowing how to answer. After telling stories for so many years, this was the first time he tasted it from this perspective. This seemed to be a perfect refinement.
Children are innocent and less tainted by worldly things, but they can see problems that adults take for granted.
Just as he was about to explain, he suddenly heard the loud sound of water and the huge movement of the embankment collapsing.
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The river rolled and flowed eastward, passing through the mountains and plains. It continued from the Middle Ages to the confrontation between the Jin Dynasty and the Northern Zhou Dynasty. It can be said that the terrain has not changed much.
The secrets obtained by the Zhenwu Sect are hidden in "Jiang Xinyuan". The specific location is unknown. Based on the clues left by Emperor Zhenwu and the rumors that the founder of the Zhenwu Sect has been inherited, Meng Qi narrowed the scope to a stretch of water three thousand miles long. After teleportation After the formation arrived, it slowly flew high in the sky, observing the subtle changes in the qi of heaven and earth, and combined with the methods left by Emperor Zhenwu, trying to find clues to the entrance from the rules.
After searching for a while, Meng Qi suddenly found that the embankment in front of him was washed away by the river water. White waves smashed the water gate and poured into a city, sweeping away many people. The prosperous world was turned into a water town. Tragedies of family destruction and death were everywhere. His father lost his life. A son, a wife lost her husband, a son lost his mother, and the atmosphere of grief and despair condensed into a "dark cloud."
One after another, the escaping lights stand in mid-air, and the exterior scenes of this place are either rescuing people, retreating water, or repairing the city's forbidden laws. Each of them stirs up the heaven and earth, showing extraordinary power.
Wow!
The water surged, and a woman struggled in the turbid flood, holding a wooden basin with both hands. In the basin was a crying baby under one year old.
The flood became more and more rapid, and the waves came one after another. The woman gradually became unable to support her body, her body became heavier, and she was getting cold. She was about to drag the tub down and make it overturn.
Gritting her teeth, the woman pushed the wooden basin away with all her strength. Her longing eyes were swallowed up by the flood. There was only one thought in her mind, hoping that the strong men on the high-altitude exterior scene would rescue her child as soon as possible.
Such tragedies happen in many places flooded by floods. Although there are many powerful people in the exterior scene and the control range is wide, many victims can be rescued at one time. However, due to the lack of equipment that can hold people, there is a disconnect between rescue and resettlement, and it is difficult to take into account all the victims at the same time. common people.
After discovering that tragic things happened one after another, a man in a wide robe and long sleeves took a deep breath in the exterior scene, showed his back earth Dharma appearance, clenched his fist, summoned all his strength, and struck down fiercely in the air.
boom!
The fist absorbed Wuji's energy, grew bigger and bigger, and hit the embankment hard, cutting off part of the surging flood.
The earth squirmed and rose rapidly, not only repairing the collapsed parts, but also climbing up, trying to block the flow of water.
No, why are there floods in this season? Meng Qi murmured in his heart, took a step forward, and appeared high in the city from thousands of miles away.
At this moment, the flood suddenly surged, the waves parted, and a monster dozens of feet long emerged. It had a body like a snake, four legs, and a small horn on its head, just like a dragon!
The dragon's mouth opened, and the water surged into the air, turning into a whirlpool, trying to swallow up the exterior scene of the wide robe and sleeves alive.
It turned out to be a big monster causing trouble! Meng Qi's heart suddenly dawned. He waved his left hand and opened his cuffs. The sky and the earth suddenly became dark. The victims of the flood flew up one after another and threw their sleeves into their robes. All the land submerged by the flood was left except for the dragon.
When he saw the power of the great magical power "The Universe in His Sleeves", Jiaolong knew something was wrong. He twisted his body and tried to dive into the depths of the river.
Meng Qi had a five-color fairy sword in his right hand and slashed it down gently.
boom!
The dragon just entered the water, but it felt as if he had hit an iron plate. His head felt dizzy, and then he felt the void surrounding him layer by layer, like a cage and shackles, weighing him down so that he could not breathe. He used up all his strength and used many magical powers. , unable to break free.
"Great Immortal, Great Immortal, have mercy on me!" The dragon rolled his eyes and suddenly begged for mercy.
Meng Qi looked at the mess in the city below and felt that many lives had been lost. He said with a calm face: "When they prayed for life, you didn't seem to listen."
Jiaolong heard that Meng Qi had strong murderous intentions and knew that begging for mercy was useless. He snorted coldly and said: "I am the mount of the great wise saint monk of Hanchan Temple. I sneaked out of the temple while he was in seclusion, and I accidentally caused this mistake. I will be punished." Since the law enforcement monk of Hanchan Temple has come forward, there is no need for you to step in and take over. Could it be that you want to offend Hanchan Temple?"
"Holy Monk Great Wisdom is a disciple of Maitreya Buddha and one of the four great holy monks in the real world. If you want to kill me, you have to consider the consequences!"
He quietly crushed a collar.
Meng Qipi smiled and said: "Buddha Maitreya is the Buddha who saves the world and is compassionate. How can he support you, a monster who harms the world?"
Seeing that Meng Qi's will was unshakable, Jiaolong shuddered in his heart and said hurriedly: "Buddha Maitreya doesn't care, but the great and wise saint monk will. Last time I sneaked into the world of mortals and wasted nothing, he also took me back as a punishment." I have been thinking about it for hundreds of years... You, you, what do you want to do?"
Meng Qi was too lazy to listen anymore and planned to take action.
At this moment, a pure light flashed in the void, and a white lotus appeared, slowly blooming and turning into a lotus platform, on which sat a young monk with red lips and white teeth but a strong aura.
As soon as the little monk appeared, he shouted loudly: "Donor, please show mercy!"
When the dragon saw the little monk, it was like seeing a relative, pretending to cry: "Brother Haijing, save me! He wants to kill me!"
The little monk Haijing's face was stern, pointing at the marshland below and said: "Look at the good things you have done, and I don't know how many sins you have committed. If you don't make up for it this time, I will be the first one to not let you go!"
He turned his head to look at Meng Qi, sighed and said: "This donor, it is the mount of my great monk Hanchan Temple. It used to be a demon king that caused trouble in the area. It is wild and difficult to tame, so it has made mistakes repeatedly. Alas, it is also because Hanchan Temple did not discipline it strictly and I have committed serious sins, so I let it sneak out of the temple. Please hand it over to me, take it back to the temple, and discipline it strictly so that it dare not do evil again."
"Just discipline it strictly? People here died in vain like this?" The flood receded, and Meng Qi pointed to the mess below with an expressionless face.
The young monk Hai Jing said "Amitabha": "The dead are gone, but it is still alive. How can the donor kill a life for revenge?"
"My Hanchan Temple will hold a water and land ceremony here to save the dead and let them enter the Pure Land early. It will also use its useful body to do good deeds and make up for its sins. Isn't it better to kill it directly?"
"That's right!" The dragon nodded repeatedly. Brother Hai Jing was really sharp-tongued.
Meng Qi pondered for a moment and asked: "Isn't it the first time it sneaked out of the temple?"
"Yes, it's my fault for Hanchan Temple. I will discipline it strictly in the future." Hai Jing said frankly, repeating what he meant before.
Meng Qi suddenly smiled:
"Time and time again, you Hanchan Temple can't teach it well, I will teach it for you!"
As soon as the voice fell, the immortal sword in his right hand shook, and the empty cage around the dragon suddenly tightened and shrank.
"Help..." The dragon only had time to shout before it was crushed into a pool of flesh by the layers of void. The remaining obsession echoed, with disbelief and horror.
He actually didn't give face to Hanchan Temple at all!
Not giving face to Hanchan Temple is not giving face to the great monk, not giving face to the great monk is not giving face to Maitreya Buddha!
Hai Jing was half a beat late and failed to stop it in time. His heart was rippled and anger appeared in his eyes: "You, you are so cruel, you have no mercy at all!"
"It's already dead. If I recite the scriptures for salvation a few more times and do more good deeds, can't I make up for it and be as merciful?" Meng Qi said with a smile, using Hai Jing's previous words to respond.
"You, you!" Hai Jing was speechless for a while.
Meng Qi continued: "Does the young master want to punish me? How can he avenge a living life for the dead?"
Hai Jing restrained his expression, chanted the Buddha's name and said: "The donor has too strong murderous intentions and likes to fight violence with violence. Why don't you go back to Hanchan Temple with me and face the wall for ten years to dispel this evil spirit?"
"The young master is obsessed." Meng Qi shook his head and smiled. Seeing the flood recede, the sleeves of the robe opened, and figures flew out and landed lightly in the city. "Look, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I don't know how many pagodas I have to protect. Why do I need to face the wall to dispel evil spirits?"
Hai Jing Jing said in a deep voice: "Fraudulent arguments!"
"Fraudulent arguments? I am not a Buddhist, why can't I fight violence with violence?" Meng Qi sneered, "I have seen Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and even great Bodhisattvas and Buddhas. They are much higher than you, and they have never said similar words to me. You can go back and ask the wise monk for advice."
After that, Meng Qi stepped on the somersault cloud and flashed out of the city, continuing his journey to find Jiang Xinyuan. Hai Jing saw that he easily subdued the dragon, knowing that his strength was beyond his ability to compete, his face changed for a while, and he left in a huff.
After searching for several days and observing the changes in the qi of heaven and earth, Meng Qi finally found the location of Jiang Xinyuan, performed the secret method left by the Great Emperor Zhenwu, went deep into the bottom of the river, and opened the entrance.
Meng Qi did not get greedy, so as not to seriously disrupt the course of history. He looked at the Jiang Xinyuan where the mysterious water flowed, and left a secret cause and effect connection at the entrance. Once someone entered, he could immediately sense it and immediately descend from the air.
After exiting the center of the river, Meng Qi flew out of the river. Suddenly, he had an idea and took a step back.
One step is a thousand miles.
Seven monks appeared in front of him. The leader was Hai Jing. The other six monks had skin color that was dark blue. If they were not Arhats, they were Bodhisattvas.
"The wise monk invites you to return to Hanchan Temple for a chat." Hai Jing said loudly.
The six Bodhisattvas and Arhats each opened their right hands, holding a piece of golden talisman in their palms. On each piece of talisman, there was a word written in Sanskrit:
"Om", "Ma", "Ni", "Ba", "Mi", "Hum"!
Six-character mantra? Meng Qi's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.
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At the entrance of Chunyangzi's mausoleum, three rays of light fell. The Overlord's body was tall and he took the lead, followed by Guerduo and Su Daji.
With a slash of the sword, the entrance opened automatically. The Overlord was about to move forward, but suddenly stopped, because in front of the Broken Dragon Stone in the mausoleum, there was a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged. He did not have the momentum of a single man blocking a thousand men, but his concentration and piety made people feel palpitating.
"Not bad..." The Overlord whispered, and a smile appeared on Guerduo's face.
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